17th card [dictated/action]

[legacydeck]

[There's a smear of what is very obviously blood as Clow opens the journal, and begins to talk. He sounds... calm. Just like his usual self even.]

Everyone has at least some idea of the power and the beauty in blood - life-blood, heart-blood, what keeps us alive. Makes us walk, makes us talk. Blood-red - we call it that, but I've never seen anything else which quite matches it's hue, it's vibrancy.

[As he talks, he's tracing magical symbols, both Chinese and Western, onto the page, in the blood on his finger tips. They form a rough circle, and he starts connecting them with lines, simpler sigils]

Only mages know the true power blood offers, though - the power to make, the power to break - that lies within every person. With blood -

[There's a sudden jerk, his hand smearing part of the circle he'd been drawing, and his voice changes to angry, and maybe, just a little fearful]

No, I won't let you take me, you monsters. I'd rather die before giving false confession to you

[Clow has found a nice little section of the long hallway to... redecorate. Though it's hard to see the symbols and the circle inscribed on the ground in blood. What is clear, however, is the blood on his hands and the marks he's drawn on his face in it. You can't be sure who's it is, though given that he's carved some of the symbols into his own skin, there's a decent chance, at least, that it's his. He's spending his time shouting at people who aren't there, and... waiting.]

Comments

[legacydeck]

You would deny me that power? [He doesn't sound quite so angry now, but - definitely a little suspicious]

[strangewonders]

I'm not going to deny you anything. [As if he could. He knows quite well that when it comes to magic, anyway, Clow's stronger than he is]

But you might not like where it takes you. That sort of magic always has consequences.

[He knows he can't really do a damned thing right now, but maybe if he keeps him talking...]

[legacydeck]

But sometimes consequences are worth the reward.

[strangewonders]

And most of the time, they only seem that way. Look, Clow, it's just the ship. You don't have to listen to it.

[legacydeck]

And I don't have to listen to you, either. [He's starting to sound a little agitated again] I think you'd rather have the power for yourself, wouldn't you.

[strangewonders]

You should listen to me, I know what I'm talking about. [The only reason he's not shouting yet is because he knows Clow isn't really in control, here] I don't need the power. I have all I need, and if I could give some of it back, I would.

[legacydeck]

[There's a short, sharp laugh at that]

You'd never. You're a selfish liar.

[strangewonders]

I'm selfish and I'm a liar and I'm also a damned coward. I'd far rather undo what I did than face the consequences, and if you were thinking clearly, you wouldn't want this, either.

[It's almost painful to be that honest, but anything to keep Clow paying attention, and not doing... whatever the hell it was he was trying to do over there]

[legacydeck]

Well, we can't all be cowards. I'll show you.

[And he leaves a mark in blood on the journal after saying that, and then closes it, smudging the half-dried blood.]