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[jack_inthegreen]

Jack is carving today, outside under the trees with a view of the new grave. He is humming to himself.

Under his hands the block of wood is taking on a curving horn-shape, with a texture as if it were woven from reeds. There are almost no shavings on the ground.

Comments

[jack_inthegreen]

"I'm a garden ornament." He blows off more sawdust and studies the carving critically. "Or grafted into Wicca, which could be worse."

[gris_bug_man]

"I did not think Wicca dealt with dark magic," he replies, somewhat confused.

[ooc: Can we wrap in a few? RL interfering. :)]

[jack_inthegreen]

"Wicca is not dark magic. Do you find me dark magic?" He raises an eyebrow.

"Earth worship, Gil. That's all."

[ooc: sure thing.]

[gris_bug_man]

"I was just wondering how you being blended into Wicca would be a bad thing." Cue in the clueless scientist.

"And no, I do not find you dark, Jack."

[ooc: See ya!]

[jack_inthegreen]

"It amuses me, that's all. Wicca is a pastiche, anyway. Better Wicca than many other religions, but they have no need of me, anyway. They already have their he-who-rises."


[ooc: g'night]</small.