7117/April Fools Spell

April Fools Spell
Date of Scene:	01 April 2019
Location:	Unknown
Synopsis:	Sabrina attempts a March 32nd ritual and accidentally calls upon the Goddess of Death. The meeting goes better than either likely could have expected.
Cast of Characters:	Sabrina Spellman, Hela

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Sabrina Spellman has posed:
On March 32nd, it's said, it is possible to trick any demon into fulfilling a single request without reprecussion. It's an intricate spell, however, and involves a prank large enough that the demon might be surprised or, in some texts, amused. On this March 32nd, Sabrina Spellman is planning for the former while expecting the latter. She's arranged her circle out of the broken bones of a flightless bird (Ostrich bones acquired from a shop in Starling) and the blood of a living fossel given freely (sap from a petrified Seqoia tree). She sits, mostly clothed anyways, in the center of her circle with her hair pulled back out of her face and the text from which she's reading the spell laid open infront of her.

Sitting in the center of this text is her cellphone acting as the last component of her spell; the word of a man with no voice (a selfie of herself and Snake Eyes(in a mask) giving thumbs up).

"Entities of trickery, I call on you on the thirty second of March to grant me one wish." Candles burn and flicker in the little bit of wind that's kicking up through the trees of Greendale Forest where she most often conducts her rituals. But are the compenents appropriate or is the prank on Sabrina this Fools day?

Hela has posed:
Normally, Hela, Asgardian Goddess of Death, Queen of Hel and Niflheim, doesn't have to bother herself with such trivialities as witch-craft. The old ways are for the most part gone of Midgard, only perserved by some pockets of Scandinavia, and those meddlesome Völvas or Soothsayers and Seers are for the most part gone from the world. So it was with great surprise, when Hela encountered a force that just so happened to be tugging on one of her minions, a wretched soul condemned to Hel.

Hela would not allow such an insult, having an outside force try and draw on one of her numbers, and so she cut the connection. Instead, deciding to pay a visit to the summoner herself, to see what that was all about.

The wind starts to pick up, the candle burn brightly, as their flames soar irrationally high, before a portal of swirling mist seems to weave open out of thin air.

A figure starts to appear from the distance, walking if not floating through the mists, before eventually stepping out before Sabrina, as the swirling portal closes behind her.

Standing roughly 7' tall, Hela cuts an fearsome presence, with her intricate dark crown of sharp antlers. Her garb seems at the same time both regal, and armor-like, something from the olden days, given an etheral equality as it glows in unnatural green atop largely dark sections. Her eyes appear to glow as she turns to look curiously at Sabrina, "...was it you who called on one of mine...?" The question is accusatory in tone, and impatient.

Sabrina Spellman has posed:
Things are not going as intend.

It isn't the flickering of the candles or even the sudden severing of the connection that gives Sabrina pause. The portal was kind of an expected development, but the sense of impending doom that permiates the sudden change in the forestest energy is definitely not. She isn't sure exactly what she's summoned or if she's simply angered someone by her attempt so badly that they're paying her a personal visit to make their feelings on the matter obvious, but she knows that the woman stepping out of that portal isn't here to grant anyone any wishes.

Salem knows it too. The cat's hackles are raised where he's sitting on a long watching Sabrina more or less demanding that she run, though the wind is drowning out his pleas. Is it the wind or just being a little scared? The teen witch wouldn't know for sure, not at that moment. Not with that impatient tone and accusations flying, "Y-yes, but I didn't intend to keep them.." Sabrina offers up in defense to what she's doing here in Greendale Forest.

"Are you Hela Odinsdottir?" There's amazement replacing shock now, jaw hanging wide at having summoned, not some lesser demon or servant thereto, but the Goddess of Death herself. "How... what.." Fingers brush platnum blonde hair behind her ear and out of her face.

Hela has posed:
Hela does carry on her quite the visage of someone who is no way, shape or form amused, and most definitely isn't about to hand unique favors such as granting wishes. Nevertheless, she doesn't act blindly either, she's a sense that Sabrina is likely the one behind what she'd witnessed in her home realm. But she's uncertain of the motive, and there was little need to strike out of the blue. Particularly now that New Asgard was being housed on Midgard itself. One must be kind to one's neighbors.

"Of course not..." Hela says with a bit of a leer, though amusement is hinted somewhat about her visage. "Worth or not, the deneziens of Niflheim or Hel are not yours to call upon." The words are everybit an assertion as they are a warning.

But then Sabrina catches her off guard, by actually calling her name, in its entirety no less. "What's this...?" Hela lowers her gaze to look more intently at Sabrina, taking a few paces closer to the girl, "how do you come by such knowledge? Do you simply recognize me?" Hela seems more than a little surprised.

Sabrina Spellman has posed:
Sabrina stays inside her circle as if it will protect her, even if she it absolutely wont. Hela doesn't have any need to play by the rules that denizens of her realm might, but there's comfort in ignorance. The ever present maybe that lets the blind think maybe one day they'll see. "No, I mean yes.. Yes I know, I wouldn't ever try to pull one of yours." She's quick to assure, though she had done that very thing.

"I don't know where my spell went wrong, but I was trying to pull a trickster imp..." Acting on the small bit of amusement she sees in Hela's features, her own features remain serious. Her eyes stay firmly on the Goddess of Death. More so when she demands answers as to how she's aware of who she's summoned.

"It's kind of round about." Sabrina begins with a little frown, Salem still watching from a position where he could do something though he's not entirely sure what that might be. "We were studying Scandanavian mythology and I asked my Aunts whether they had any books on the norse runecasters. I found it kind of facinating. Aunt Hilda, formally Hildegarde Antoinette, says she was discended from some of the first Norse in the British Isles and had an entire tome of cryptographs about the... I'm not boring you, I really don't want to bore you."

Sabrina worries her bottom lip, "Anyways, one of the iconographies was of you." Motioning, both hands, "It's actually kind of coincidental that you showed up." Which has changed the teens expression from out right fear to something more akin to curiosity, "Except I don't believe in coincidence, so there has to be a meaning? Maybe... maybe this is so I can find someone who actually knows the old ways of runecasting?"

Hela has posed:
"Was it then...an unplanned error in judgement?" Hela posits to Sabrina a potential out, appreciating the tone Sabrina takes with her. If she was truly an insolent one, she wouldn't be so respectful when confronted.

"Ah," Hela muses, "a playful imp would certainly not be among my ranks, you're looking for an altogether different realm. I would posit Limbo or Otherplace, as a good source for trickster imps, but don't anger its Mistress. I'm not sure if she would be as patient as I am."

And yet despite calling herself patient, Hela still lingers a moment, looking at Sabrina and yet her gaze feels like an unpleasant glower.

"You are not...in fact, I am pleasantly surprised to hear you might have a tome of Norse Runes. Your Aunt must be a knowledgeable lady." Hela approves, and as she notes the circle, and the ritual attempted, she softens her expression into a more welcoming smile. "You dare attempt a summoning from realms of Hel," the Goddess of Death muses, "does that mean you openly recognize the power of death and its part of the cycle?"

The question of runecasting itself seems to resolve Hela's decision, as she informs Sabrina, "there is a club in Hell's Kitchen by the name Club Mjolnir. Seek the proprietress, she goes by Elle, she might entertain you."

Sabrina Spellman has posed:
Sabrina releases a shaky breath and wraps her arms around herself as the chill of an otherwise warm night catches her. That or she realizes the intricate situation in which she's found herself currently, but she remains true to the respect she's shown thusfar and bobs her head in a manner that might be eager, could be jittery too though. "She is." Of her Aunt Hilda, smiling warmly at the mention of her in such a way by so prolific a figure as Hela Odinsdottir. "She'll want to know every detail, certainly she'll be less than amused at first that I.. uh.. disturbed you, but after that, once she's calmed down a little and I'm properly grounded.. every detail."

The glower is intense and Sabrina doesn't shrink away so much as look down at her spellbook to keep from meeting it for a moment. "I'll definitely be more careful next year." Murmuring quietly, since the hour has passed for duplicating the spell tonight. Though it appears good has come out of it, even if it wasn't what she originally intended.

The question, however, gives her pause enough to cant her head in a thoughtful manner to consider on how to answer it honestly. "In so far as any mortal-" Or half mortal, "-can understand it, yes. Death is a natural and important part of the cycle. Like trees falling becomes a biosphere of new life in the carcass left behind, right?" Discussing death... with the Goddess of Death. That's a new one. She looks excited, excited and aware of how horrible things could have gone. More so once Hela smiles.

"I will visit her there, then. Should I mention being sent? I don't like name dropping if I don't have to, but I also know I'm probably the least likely person she'd expect to receive as guest.. I'll have to prepare a gift too." That last part is probably to herself, maybe Salem? He's still all hackles raised staring at Hela. He lacks all the excitement of the teenage witch.

Hela has posed:
Hela looks less attentive when Sabrina prattles about how her Aunt Hilda might respond to this or that, not quite caring how or if Sabrina winds up grounded for her stunt. Once she caught on to what was happening, and none of her numbers were pulled forcefully onto Midgard after all, she was willing to forgive and forget. Particularly as Sabrina been so respectful, so youthful, and envoked Norse Runes in their discussion.

"Summoning can be lethal, indeed," Hela warns as her smile takes a rather sinister turn, "sometimes you stumble into things you'd rather not. Always be sure you can best what you invite, or at least have the means to revoke such invitations..." parts of the attempt to frighten likely held a tip within.

"No need to name drop, respecting the old ways should be enough for her. But perhaps...have a Norse Rune about your person?" Hela suggests, as the portal of swirling dark mists opens anew behind her. "I might recommend a Valknut," she inclines her head, with amusement, "be well..." she offers, the tone making it unclear whether it was a well intentioned word of farewell, or perhaps a bit of a tease. On the bright side, she really didn't do much but talk to Sabrina. So there's that.