So, I was thinking about where we can find silver, and I went online and flagged some estate sales that we can check out. So anyway, I checked the house and the closest thing I can find is what I think is some fancy silverware, but it’s got nothing sharper than a butterknife, and the idea of us coming face to face with Lydia and taking her down with magical dessert forks is kind of funny, but definitely a bad idea. It’s just what the book says, ok? I would offer mine for all of us, but in order for this to work, the wielder must sacrifice their own life force, which is a bullshit clause if there ever was one. I’m going to jump in before one of you says “why can’t it be spit?” or something along those lines. So, seems like we need silver knives, or… daggers? Or something? And, uh… some of our own blood. But we can do something similar! If we treat silver with a simple incantation – and I think I know where we can get that – we’ve got a chance? It’s really hard for me to tell, the lore is just… all over the place, but they should at the very least let us harm her in a way that mundane weapons wouldn’t. Bad news, we can’t make the telum as specified, we just don’t have the materials. And I do mean literal force, this is a no-holds-barred option. So, I tracked down some more information on the blood magic that we might be able to use to stop Lydia… by force. I wanted to send this to both of you as a voice note before I get too confused so that you can listen at a more reasonable hour and – lord willing – maybe I’ll be asleep by then. OWEN: No, I was waiting for you, in case it was like… y’know… evil.ĬLAIRE: Ok, Jude, Owen, I have a migraine and I don’t know if it’s because it’s late, or because I’m still looking through these books or… whatever, everything is weird. Did you listen to Claire’s voice note from last night yet?
I don’t ever want to hook up with somebody and then have to try to pretend this is a birthmark. I’m very tired and we’re going to be burned alive. OWEN: Speak for yourself, I’m only getting hotter. JUDITH: We’re gonna look like shit when this is done. OWEN: Ah yes, I’m glad I’m not the only one left with bright red handprints in weird places. OWEN: Well, we buried all that stuff she made us buy in the yard and she put ground up bones into the holes we dug, so I guess it’s not Lydia anymore. I… get the feeling she doesn’t even trust what she feels right now. JUDITH: I asked her and she said she felt fine, but there’s… this tightness there. It’s honestly like sleeping next to an oven sometimes. She wasn’t sweating or clammy, she’s just was… hot. JUDITH: I put my hand on her forehead this morning when I woke up, and she was burning up. There’s some in the cabinet, nothing super strong, but… can I tell you something? She came to bed real late last night, like after 3 AM, I think? I think she’s been taking sleeping pills.
Everything else is fine, but the parsley is completely dead. OWEN: At least it looks like what was outside is all dead now. I worry I’ll never be able to eat tabbouleh after this. But yeah, I think after all of this I want to start gardening. Unless they’re a part of it? … I don’t know. And there’s also a bunch that’s just on the history of the British royal family, but I think that’s more a hobby thing than anything tied to the cult.
Turns out most of them have to do with horticulture. JUDITH: Sometimes I take a break and read some of the other, non-evil books here. Like they sting you, but they’re beneficial. But yeah, nettles are… it’s weird, they’re good. JUDITH: It’s not like, “ha ha” funny, but it’s… interesting. JUDITH: Yeah, growing up out of the grass in the fresh ash. Where Claire dumped that guy’s ashes yesterday. Do you hear me? DO YOU HEAR ME? YOU CHILD, YOU STUPID CHILD- ĬLAIRE: Do you have anything else to say for yourself? Fine. Your path has forked and only you can find your way back from the weeds.
This was the only thing you were made for and now it’s here and you fucked up. Nothing, and I mean NOTHING in your life has ever mattered except for this. Listen to me: if you try to stop this then you will have failed at the only thing you were ever meant to do. OWEN: This is what you wanted to save? This is what we put our necks out for? Or I just don’t want to describe.ĬLAIRE: Is there a point to this? I’m reading. Not just what happened earlier, but there’s something… different in a way I can’t fully describe yet. Something’s off in a way I didn’t expect.
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