Ishiah exhales softly as he takes the offered vial of blood and peers down at the sigil drawn. Given the consistency of aged blood, he starts to make calculations on how many times he'd be able to draw the sigil with what's offered. At most, it looks like a couple of times — probably because the hope is that once will be enough.
"Let me know if there's a minimum size that this sigil must be drawn at. I may practice with substances of a similar consistency," Ishiah shares, before glancing up. He sets the vial back on the table and crosses his arms, leaning back and contemplating his answer. "The reapers are not individuals I have engaged much with since arriving. They seem to do their jobs and explore, and I have no desire to interfere with either. But I know that they are capable of creating spaces that can withstand quite a bit of power. I thought it might be an option to ask whether or not they have the space to help contain you, Castiel, until we arrive at a solution."
He pauses for a moment, before raising his chin slightly, question evident in the furrow of his brow. "Castiel, it seems like this spell, while capable of suppressing your power, is not one that would ultimately damage mind and health. Is that correct? Or is there a reason why we aren't immediately turning to its use?"
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Date: 2014-03-17 04:29 pm (UTC)"Let me know if there's a minimum size that this sigil must be drawn at. I may practice with substances of a similar consistency," Ishiah shares, before glancing up. He sets the vial back on the table and crosses his arms, leaning back and contemplating his answer. "The reapers are not individuals I have engaged much with since arriving. They seem to do their jobs and explore, and I have no desire to interfere with either. But I know that they are capable of creating spaces that can withstand quite a bit of power. I thought it might be an option to ask whether or not they have the space to help contain you, Castiel, until we arrive at a solution."
He pauses for a moment, before raising his chin slightly, question evident in the furrow of his brow. "Castiel, it seems like this spell, while capable of suppressing your power, is not one that would ultimately damage mind and health. Is that correct? Or is there a reason why we aren't immediately turning to its use?"