Angeline A-7 Black Marque

A-7
Black Marque, Psychic Healing
Level 2-7 Adept
Requirement:
Duration: Marque left by the healing lasts as long as the wound would take to heal naturally.. Strange Dreams fade over time
Effect: Adept lays hands on the wound, leaving a black mark behind. The mark leaves a black imprint where the Adept has touched the wound. This could take shape of hand prints, fingertips, black streaks( giving the wounded player a choice in what style of marque to apply) The wounded person is plagued with strange dreams for a time after the healing. The more serious the wound, the longer the dreams last. Their aura now holds a slight twisting or taint. The taint draws the attention of passing spirits or astral beings making them more susceptible to otherworldly influences or attacks. The taint and the marque only last as long as the wound would take to heal under normal situations
Example:

[18:07] Montwyte Blackrain dabbed an alcohol soaked cotton handkerchief against the cut on his head, a small gash made by Miss Senet's clumsy pry bar toss when he was delivering J. McMaster's strange rocks an hour ago. The cut was fresh and still bled a bit, "I might want you to stitch this shut." He looked for the opium pipe after the thought.
[18:12] Niobe Flux [Angeline] frowned as she looked over the rim of her spectacles at the wound, not pleased with the discolouration around the torn skin. "Didn't happen to see if the prybar was rusty by any chance did you? Causes blood poisoning or something to that affect"
[18:14] Montwyte Blackrain pointed to the basket of locally collected herbs that would refresh some of their alchemy supplies and took a drag to drop the aching sensation. "I finally have Miss Lauren doing business with us to provide things we'd have to spend hours hunting for in the wood and bog. We'll not let the rest of her lot screw that up for us by making an issue of a minor cut. It didn't seem too rusty, hard to say."
[18:18] Niobe Flux [Angeline] grunted as she began to remove her gloves. " Glad to have Miss Lauren around, she's quite lively. Now...as for the wound...I've got that a bit of healing worked out, if you'd let me have a go at that." She gestured towards the cut with her cigarette holder
[17:27] Montwyte Blackrain glanced to Angeline's ledgers and back, "Oh, that fast one with the essence taint that can't be reduced from the equation?" He pondered it some more, "Sounds dangerous for just a cut, how long will I be marked? I might want to use the spirit attracting downside as a way to catch my next familiar, and give you direct feedback on how it feels for your lab text. Let's do it. " Grasping the medallion around neck he concentrated on his reflection spell who's duration hadn't run out and dispelled it with a sharp thought. "My ward is off now, cast when your ready."
[17:35] Niobe Flux [Angeline] stepped close to Montwyte, eying his wound critically. Placing her thumbs and forefingers gingerly around the edge of the wound she took a deep breath as she emptied her mind of all distractions.
[17:37] Montwyte Blackrain relaxed with the familiar touch and waited with fearful and excited curiosity. Exploring the possible uses of horror taint seemed enticing, "I have party mask in the trunk in this thing leaves a blatant oddity on my face. I looked over the spell copy, I hope your notes are right about the part where it fades."
[17:38] Montwyte Blackrain: have a* & if this*
[17:58] Niobe Flux [Angeline] chuckled and then cursed as she realized she had broken away from the spell and was forced to start afresh. Once her mind was clear she began to push her awareness outward seeking out the cold vastness of the cosmos. As she drifted she began to seek out dark nebulas, falling to them as she began to mentally pull from the cosmic soup. While part of her awareness tugged at the cosmos, another part was focused on flashing glowing veve, one after the other to condense and focus the aether essence. The essence held firmly in her mind she began to mentally push the essence from her awareness to the physical wound. Willing and wanting the flesh body and the sector undamaged.
[18:08] Montwyte Blackrain blinked while feeling the electric coldness flood onto his scalp from her touch. More like into it, The focused aether disrupted the natural tempo of the wound and it began to close a bit with each minute. Along with the itching scar forming, a set of racing black streaks grew away from the wound. Having been casting dark magik, especially to invoke powers of sight, the lines ran down around his eyes and spider webbed away from the sockets. Another dark line of taint ran over the top of the scalp and down his back a good ways before stopping. "It feels like, cold pins and needles... not unpleasant but very invasive, it feels inside my head a little ways as well," holding a hand up pointing at his ear. The nightmares would come later and last a week, scenes of Miss Breezy's romantics as half insect things running around town gluing the place to static normalcy with secretions when not emitting maddening laughter and scurrying about.
[18:11] Niobe Flux [Angeline] As the healing began to manifest the wound and the flesh where Angeline's fingers touched would start to feel a coolness wash over. As the flesh began to knit the coldness increased until the wound sealed over. She cut her connection with the dark nebulas as the veve began to fade from her mind's eye. the remainder of the cosmic energy seems to flare up with an icy burn, marking the wound and the wounded's aura.
[18:12] Niobe Flux [Angeline] removed her hands and sat back with a pant, eying the marks now left from the healing.
[18:15] Montwyte Blackrain swayed an little in the chair he'd parked in, "Oh, it's starting to feel better. My headache is very much gone as well, sights a little fuzzy but it might be the opium." He thought he saw a slight glimmer of an aura on her song bird for a second. It could certainly now feel him more clearly since the mark almost glowed on the spirit plane.