"Hmm?" Mumbled Brendan, bending over to pick up the newer book thrown his way. He began thumbing through the pages of this one and crimson spread through his cheeks. "Uuh... this... This is uh.. umm..." His stammering trailed off as he stared at the pages before him. In a few moments time, a trickle of blood ran out of his right nostril and he quickly moved to cover it up with his hand. "I umm.. I think - I think I left something down in the basement." he hastily exclaimed, hurrying off downstairs, taking the book with him and shooting John a shady sideways glance while he passed him on his journey back to his room.<br/><br/>All the way back to the damp basement, he went. And, sitting down before his drawing of the gateway, he began again to thumb through his newest inspiration. "Oh dear, oh dear - so many choices!" he exclaimed, a devious smile spreading across his face. And then the left nostril started... "Of course!" He said after a moment, pounding a fist into an open palm. "When I first tried the ritual, my thoughts were too vague. I need to have something<em>specific</em>in mind and<em>THIS</em>..." He proclaimed, eyes widening as he looked at the page, "Is awfully specific..." A naughty cackle escaped his lips as he rubbed his hands together and began preparing the ritual anew.<br/><br/>Once more he lit the candles, consulted the conjuration in the book, intoned the words... In the middle of reciting the chant, he looked at Colt's book once more and inspiration filled his mind, and his nose bled ever more furiously as he finished the verbal components. Something was definitely different this time, as the flickering candles and shimmering gate diagram took on a purplish hue. A strange, strong, unfamiliar smell filled the air - musky and oddly appealing. For the briefest of moments, Brendan thought he saw the silhouette of a female form within the gateway and dual feelings of pride and desire welled up in him but were just as quickly crushed when the image promptly disappeared, along with the strange scent and the purple glow. The diagram sat as it had before the spell - merely chalk on a wall. In the dim candlelight, Brendan kicked a small pebble across the ground, "Aww... Nuts!" He exclaimed in frustration, finally going upstairs to claim some left over lasagne he had from when he made dinner the night before.<br/><br/>