"Magic" CL. RP. [Magi Crossover]

Ticobell stood behind the cloudy person, pen and paper in his hand-er claws. "It is rather odd that the book's instructions don't include the results of this experiment, so it'll be something exceptionally fascinating to record! And thank you for helping me out with this Cirrus." he said while kneeling down to look inside the test tube as well.

"It actually says that we have to draw the circle shown here, place some kind of metal object in the center, and then pour the liquid on it" Tico stated while gesturing to the picture shown on the next page in the book. "Apparently the object we use will act as some kind of anchor, but it doesn't say for what. There's just a bunch of random scribbles after it says this, a page of script that looks like cuneiform, and then blank pages."

"Hmmm, well I have something to make the circle..." Ticobell had obviously not thought this through, but he did have enough sense to bring chalk with him when he was experimenting with magic. He wasn't about to waste time on a wild goose-chase through the cult's halls searching for the powdery drawing utensil.
"Although, I don't think there's enough floor space here. Maybe we should shove some more things out of the way?"

The red-haired necromancer drew the circle around the object while taking extreme caution to copy the circle exactly. A screwed up circle could mean many things- including an unbelievably painful experience.
"There," he breathed, admiring his handiwork. "Now we have to stand in the second innermost ring of the circle and pour the suff onto the metal object. D'you think you could handle that, Cirrus?"

Ticobell quickly scurried into position before the spell could complete itself, and shortly after he had done so, he and Cirrus were enveloped in a blinding flash of light. When Ticobell opened his eyes, he saw himself suspended in a beam of light that seemed to be pulling him towards a strange planet, and he could only look around in awe. However, when he noticed that Cirrus was nowhere to be seen, he suddenly blacked out. Feeling a burning warmth on his skin, he opened his eyes to see nothing but an endless sea of sand.
"Cirrus? Where are you?"

Ticobell immediately spun on his heel to face Cirrus.
"There you are!" he exclaimed as he began to make his way over the dunes towards the cloud person, his feet clumsily stumbling around in the fickle ever-shifting sand.
"Are you alright?" He was gasping for breath at this point. "I think we should try to find a place to get out of the sun. I'm kinda sensitive to it, and I can imagine that it can't be good for someone like you." He scanned the horizon, but due to poor daylight vision, was unable to make out much of anything.

((HOLY FREAKING CRAP. LIKE A BOLT FROM THE BLUE, CAME AN UNWATED HIATUS FOR YOU. I'm so sorry for not replying for near a month without warning. I go to a boarding school, and they have really strict regulations on what we do with the internet there, a.k.a. no forum stuff. I won't be able to reply to anything semi-regularly until the 13th of this month.))

The necromanger noticed the faint outline of what Cirrus was pointing to, but his overly sensitive eyes could barely make anything out in the blinding light.
"Cirrus, I think you're gonna have to guide me. That, or we could wait until nightfall, because I can't see anything in this godforsaken desert."
He then knelt down and covered his eyes with his left hand. It was kinda heavy, what with being distended and all from the demon living inside of that part of his body, but it did provide more shade for him.