[runes drawn, he pulls out his hunting knife and pricks his finger, dripping three drops into the bowl along with the gross water. to the surprise of nobody in the room, since he's alone, the scum on the water curls away and sinks to the bottom as the water simmers and hisses and smells like bloody, sulfury arse.]
[pulls the smallest joint of ostensibly-rumplestiltskin's finger out and scrapes a few flakes off into the water. commences chanting as his eyes glaze over.
no subject
[pulls the smallest joint of ostensibly-rumplestiltskin's finger out and scrapes a few flakes off into the water. commences chanting as his eyes glaze over.
let's scry on that aura.]