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Who: Rean, Crow, and Randy
When: day 28
Where: the garden

[Rean's been passed out since princess maker, so a good 40 hours at least. When he wakes up... well he's immortal but here's never been in a position where there's no ambient mana he can use to even function basically. He feels fuzzy and almost like he's sick for over an hour, and he runs into more than one wall and that's all so absolutely unreal to him he finally texts Randy and Crow a simple word Garden. It takes him three tries to spell it right before hitting send.

And he'll be there next to a chalk circle full of symbols.]

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[He's looking really... tired? And pale as hell. He was sitting but he stands when Randy arrives, smiling reassuringly as he can.

He didn't mean to be alarming though he's realizing now in his foggy state that maybe he was a little too concise.]

Hey.

...You cut it pretty close, huh? You should sit.

No. This isn't something to sit for.

[He smiles more, shh, don't worry, he is fine. Believe his expression and not how worn he looks.]

And I might be a little tired but that's all. Ignore that for a moment and let me ask you; are you really sure about this? Entering a contract with me, there isn't a way to go back, as far as I know. My wounds will be your pain and your desires will be my will to fulfill. We'll share a soul and be linked together in pretty much every way.

So this isn't something I want you deciding on rashly or out of concern.

...Rean. I already knew all that. And I meant it when I offered.

I just want to be sure.

[Relaxing a little, smiling because. Will, well he doesn't want Randy cornered. Of course he had to ask again.]

Thank you. Are you ready now?

I appreciate you asking.

[he nods, though, rolling his shoulders.]

What should I do?

Well, honestly I'm improvising.

[But he steps into the circle, taking in a deep breath.]

So for now.... offer me a drop of blood.

Fair enough. Can do.

[biting his thumb hard enough to draw blood, and offering his hand to Rean.]

[He doesn't have the mana left to make a contract himself, but he can channel Randy's.

He kneels in the center of the circle, lifting his hand to take Randy's. As his hand makes contact with Randy's the circle glows, Rean's voice taking on an otherworldly tone.]

Dost thou desire power?

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[he drops the smile, taking this seriously.]

I do.

[The circle glows brighter and Rean's eyes also glow, bright and red.]

Call my name.

[he has a moment of panic where he's not sure whether he should call Valimar, or--

no, it doesn't matter. Rean is Rean.]

Rean!

[Good call Randy! Not that Rean is not also the Ashen Knight.

It's actually a very... Simple ceremony all told, really. For improvisation Rean figured it was best to try to keep simple and close as possible to how it should have gone.

And it works. Randy's cut heals and the circle becomes blinding, robbing Randy of sight for a few moments. The magic... Snaps right in place. Randy's soul and Rean's tied together in a pact bound by will and magic and a drop of blood.

There might not be any immediate effects that are noticeable, no suddenly feeling a connection to Rean or hearing his thoughts, not yet. But there is a shift, a pull of power, a wave of vertigo as Randy's mana is, somewhat, depleted, to supply Rean with enough to at least exist.

The dizziness will pass, as will the blinding light, though whether Randy makes it through still conscious is another matter.]

[Randy isn't exactly known for his Arts, so his mana isn't exactly... a deep well to draw from. He nearly passes out. But, being himself, he's still standing, just deathly still, determined not to fall.]

[When the light and dizziness passes Rean is standing next to Randy, putting an arm around him steadily.]

Hey, you all right?

[he smiles a little hazily at Rean, leaning against him readily. It's Rean. Rean is safe and trusted.]

Yeah. Sorry.

Don't apologize. I'm kind of amazed you're still standing. Want some help sitting?

I can... actually, yeah. Okay.

[He could get Randy to lean on him, or he could pick Randy up in a princess carry and obviously the second is the better choice.]

[oh! that's cute. snuggles in cozily.]

[Taking Randy to a bench and setting him down gently, putting a hand on his forehead to check his temperature, kneeling in front of him.]

[he sways gently, leaning into Rean's hand. a little warmer than usual, mostly a physical reaction to the strain of it, but already fading.]

[He fusses a little, brushing Randy's hair out of his face.]

How're you doing?

M'fine, m'fine. You're lookin' better.

I'm feeling a lot better. I won't be leveling any mountains any time soon but I'm not in danger now.