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the worst side effects of codie’s magics haven’t happened yet, though she can feel herself getting closer and closer to that breaking point. everytime she peers into the other realm and pulls a piece of power to do any sort of ritual or spell, she can feel her soul start to pull apart.

when things backfire, her soul still snaps back to fully put together - but her physical body shows symptoms of wearing herself too thin. she may have a pock marked rash, she might have a fever, she throw up black sludge.. there’s no way of knowing what could happen if she doesn’t exert the utmost amount of control when using her magic.

the worst will happen when the core four are on the run and codie tries to gain the upper hand over the cult members chasing them down. she overexerts herself and pushes past her limits, nearly tearing her soul in two. she comes out of a three day coma bleeding black from the eyes, sludge pouring from her mouth. she can barely function after that until she recovers, which slows down their running, and means they have to find a place to hunker down until she does.

the infernal pantheon

Toruth, god of courage, destruction, & beauty

Livrou, goddess of the arts, thieves, & impulsivity

Shi'ong, ruler of grief, poetry, & emptiness

Brihka, goddess of divination, rivers, & misfortune

           “Yeah none of that matters when you also look like one of those zombies that Jordan wakes up,” she grumbles, gently crowding Codie and pushing her towards her bed so she can sit. “Lay here, do not move. I’m going to get you some soup and water.” She moves to the door and stops once to point her finger at Codie. “Stay.”

“I don’t.. look like -” But she sits automatically, looking down at her arms, wondering what Devon sees that she doesn’t. The gray tone of her skin doesn’t register, really, not when her mind is still swimming with the visions of the realms. When her roommate turns, she scoffs, “You can’t treat me like an actual dog, Dev!” But she huffs and crosses her arms over her chest and mocks her tone when she leaves, “Meh meh meh, stay shmay.”

   She can smell it on them. They reek of it, and it makes her nose itch and burn, even in her human form. The power just underneath the skin burns, too, as if it wants to pull out of her scars and envelop the both of them - As if they’re something otherworldly. Just like her. But there’s something different about them. And Codie can’t place her finger on it - despite everything she’s researched, there’s still not an answer for everything. “..what..” She starts, her head tilting as she studies them, “..are you? You reek.”

    “I’m.. sorry. Did you say you--” She looks up at her patron, who - even laying down with her paws underneath her skull - is too large to behold. Codie knows she can control her size, but guesses that it takes some energy, so she doesn’t mind coming out to visit her. Much to her surprise, she was met with someone else with the same idea. Apparently? “You know who she is? What she is?” 

    “The excuse that you fell asleep doesn’t really hold up when you’re in different clothes than when you went back to bed last night..” Skeptical isn’t exactly what most people would call Codie. In fact, she feels like she can believe almost anything, considering what she’d been through. But still, something about Autumn’s excuses make her squint. “Look, if you’re sneaking off to hook up with someone, that’s chill, you don’t gotta lie about it. We’re sex positive in this house.”

   “Did you get one of the people from the science building to put a whole bunch of live rats in Murphy’s room last night? Cause if not, I gotta talk to Devon about ruining date night mood. Super not cool.” She looks frustrated, but more amused than anything, like she’s having trouble keeping a straight face.

    “You’ve gotta stop looking at me like that after I finish one of these ritual thingies. Look - I don’t even have a hell rash!” She holds her arms out proudly and grins, widely, showing that her arms are free of the ‘so-called’ hell rash. However, the skin does look a lot grayer than it had before, not that Codie noticed.