[John does his best to hang on to every word. What he knows of magic is largely self taught. While John has never thought of himself as a scholar, he has diligently learned everything he could in relation to the occult since he was 15. Not a day goes by that he doesn't practice or strive to learn something new. Even so, this is a lot of information at once about a world and practices with which he isn't familiar. He might have to come back to this another day and ask Dorian further questions.
The closeness doesn't help with his ability to concentrate either. Not that he's complaining. He's grateful for the nudge, not only for the touch itself but for the direction.]
Good thing that demons are my specialty.
[The flippant words turn to a gasp as he touches the rune. It's as if suddenly feeling the energy of every demon he's sent back to hell over the years in one sharp rush and he's forced to look forward. His eyes open wide to reveal only white as John grips the staff firmly.]
Disperges in ventum.
[The portion of the spell comes low in his throat. There's no demons to banish so the spell is useless, but that doesn't been nothing has happened. The staff has found someone else with a gift, someone with experience. John blinks and his eyes return to their natural brown. He wonders if something like this would have any effect at home. Perhaps the larger demons could be more easily held at bay and trapped. It was worth considering.
John glances down to Dorian's arm alongside his own.]
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The closeness doesn't help with his ability to concentrate either. Not that he's complaining. He's grateful for the nudge, not only for the touch itself but for the direction.]
Good thing that demons are my specialty.
[The flippant words turn to a gasp as he touches the rune. It's as if suddenly feeling the energy of every demon he's sent back to hell over the years in one sharp rush and he's forced to look forward. His eyes open wide to reveal only white as John grips the staff firmly.]
Disperges in ventum.
[The portion of the spell comes low in his throat. There's no demons to banish so the spell is useless, but that doesn't been nothing has happened. The staff has found someone else with a gift, someone with experience. John blinks and his eyes return to their natural brown. He wonders if something like this would have any effect at home. Perhaps the larger demons could be more easily held at bay and trapped. It was worth considering.
John glances down to Dorian's arm alongside his own.]
I'd like to see that formula sometime.