My spell didn’t work is the short version. They had the poor girl shackled and muzzled like a zombie movie, not to mention completely naked. They said they stripped her because the tattoo could move anywhere on her body but who the fuck cares? I didn’t need to see it to do the spell.
After the spell failed I told them I needed to talk to her and find out what had happened to her so I could try to come up with something else. They refused. I said they couldn’t treat her like this if they wanted my help. They told me to fuck off because I was useless anyway.
I was very close to noclipping her out of there. I should have.
A Jon Hamm looking douchebag flipped a card into my chest with a number to call if I “managed to pull my head out of my ass long enough to find a solution”. I don’t know if they hate me because I’m magic or because I’m poor or both but I’m ready to hate them right back.
I tried my finding spell on Kaisey but she’s very far away. I tried on Country Music Cult Leader Lady but it was blocked. Mister Baseball Star though? He’s nearby and he’s broadcasting his location to me like he wants to be found.
I dug through Royale’s trunk because I remembered reading something about magic tattoos. I was part right, I found something about magic ink. In 1957 Royale and a few of his friends traveled to Los Fresnos to fight a magician who was terrorizing the town. This person had enspelled themselves to be unkillable. I think that part should have gotten more attention. It was just mentioned in passing like casting a spell to make yourself unkillable was no big deal.
The townfolk had burned the magician for being a jerk but they didn’t die because they were unkillable. Instead the ashes turned into an ash-ghost monster and continued being a problem. Because of the unkillable stuff. They called this witch-ghost La Lechuza.
Royal and his friends disrupted La Lechuza back into ash and then turned that ash into ink, there’s some real non-magic technique where you can do that. They took that ink and scribbled her to into a book as a trap.
Maybe something like that happened here. The tattoo seems to be alive, maybe it used to be a person. Which is fucked up.
Rocket Cat 