Aaalright. So she'll practise this later. For now, Bob the Vial of Blood will stay in her bag, and she'll go out to get breakfast at a small cafe over there.

There she is! She gets in line.

And she can successfully buy food without incident. Nothing trying to eat her or anything, and if anyone recognizes her as a practitioner they don't say so.

So she will find a table to eat her muffin and drink her coffee, and then take Essentials from her backpack and go to the implement ritual section. How does that ritual work?

It's much more straightforward than the demesne one. There's a magic circle involved (diagram provided) with the object on the inside. The actual words are mostly freeform. The practitioner stands over the circle and describes their history with the object, what it means to them, what they plan to use it for, and generally why their implement is this instead of some other thing. There are a few set phrases, but since "implement" is an atomic concept it takes less to get the spirits' attention. What gets said during the ritual will shape the observers' perception of the implement. It's not the biggest factor, but it might make the difference between a talisman being seen as what it's made of or what it's a symbol of.

After the ritual the practitioner becomes better at using their implement for its preexisting purpose, analogously to doing a task by bare hand instead of with gloves. The implement does not gain magical properties it didn't already have, but magic done with the implement is easier and more effective. If it's something that requires skill to use, the wielder does not automaticallly gain that, but they will find practicing easier. Having an implement also lends more weight to a practitioner's words when talking about something where it could be used as a symbol. A threat means more coming from someone whose implement is a sword whether or not they're currently brandishing it.

Yeah, she's gonna be her own implement. She knows what she means. She has some time before she has to go work, but does she have a place to do this? She can't do it at home, she doesn't want to rely on Johannes... Does she have time to do it in some secluded wooded area, perhaps? She looks at her watch, chomps down the rest of her breakfast, and decides to go for it.

The council meeting doesn't start until evening. She's got time. Just has to make sure no one who doesn't already know about things sees her.

Well, time to look for a fairly secluded wooded area! Good thing Jacob's Bell is tiny and has lots of those.

It doesn't literally have signs pointing "Secluded Area This Way," but there are few enough people that getting privacy is no challenge at all.

Yep.

Okay, so, ritual preparation, what must she do?

A diagram, with this particular weird setup of circles arranged in triangles. The implement goes in the middle, and the practitioner (normally) stands on the outside. Incense or open flames in the background to make it look more like a ritual are encouraged but not strictly necessary.

En... couraged? Why the—okay she's not setting a fire. And the particular setup, well, she'll start copying it with indents on the earth, drawn using a twig, how about that, does that work?

Medium does not matter for this one.

Encouraged, not mandatory. That's just part of the theatrics, not an active ingredient. If she could arrange for a thunderstorm that would be even better.

Of... course... A thunderstorm. Right. She'll just. Hope the fact that she's gonna get a very unusual implement will help.

What are the fixed parts of the ritual, and what does she have creativity to tweak? She wants to get this right.

Very little of this one is fixed. A few phrases. This is my tool and this is my badge come up once toward the beginning and once toward the end, and she has to say that no one else has a claim of owning the implement. Can't have an implement that's less than entirely hers, after all.

The rest of it is up to her. Things to talk about are why this, what does she see herself doing with it, what it means to her and what she hopes it means to others if those are different. Origin of the object and how it came into her possession probably don't apply so much.

Very well, then. She walks into the circle and says, "This is—" then pauses. She returns to the book. Does it say anything about... well, separable parts of the implement? Like, say, suppose she did that right now, would the ritual think her shoes are also part of the implement?

No comment. It just says the implement on the inside of the circle.

O... kay, but um. She's winging this, might as well act as if she knows what she's doing. She gingerly strips naked and makes sure she's not holding anything, then steps back into the circle, and starts intoning.

"This is my tool. This, I present to the world, and all that shall know me." She ignores the mid-morning chill as best she can, not letting her voice waver, and spreads her hands out to the sides of her body (but still inside the circle). "This is my badge, and by this shall I be seen and recognised. This belongs to no other. I belong to no other. My body is mine own tool, and no one else's, for me to shape and use as I see fit. Hear these words, and know them to be true."

The background cooperatively moves. Everything outside the circle shrinks and darkens while the inside seems to expand. Looks like the obvious failure isn't happening; this did get recognized as a ritual.

Good! This is great, she'll continue.

"Through my strength, cunning, and wit shall I achieve power. Let my actions speak for themselves, for this I have chosen. My body is mine to control and no one else's; it's my window to the world, the very first tool I was presented, the one tool I can completely master. For this reason do I claim it as my implement, for it already is, and has always been."

Spirits continue swirling around her. She's got their attention now.

"Let my body become the vector for my power. As my legs move me, as my hands perform work, as my tongue expresses my self, as my eyes perceive the world, as my blood sustains me and my thoughts drive me, my power shall always flow through my body, and with it I change the world. With it, I shall know it is I and not another who is performing my will. With it, others shall know it is I and not another who is performing my will. My body is not me, my body is my tool. I inhabit my body, and I use it for my purposes. Let this be known. This is my implement, it is how I affect the world, but it's not me. This is my badge, and it's what I show the world, and what I present with it is what I shall mean."

Everything goes still. The world outside the circle exists again, and the spiderweb full of numbers reappears. It looks clearer than it did last time she used her second sight. 

And there are small Others ringing around the circle, pointing and jeering at her and clutching her clothes.

The...

She doesn't remember activating the Sight.

And what the heck why are there small smelly things with her clothes. "Those are mine!" she says, looking at her stuff—okay, her shoes and socks are still there, and her bag, good, but they have her underwear ugh.

One of them swipes a sock and darts off, shouting anatomically improbable suggestions. A few of the less tiny ones are competing with each other; apparently the underwear is the preferred prize. Mostly they're busy harassing the interestingly unclothed practitioner.

Ew ew ew ewwwwww! That's disgusting ew oh god she has to go to work and she's naked and those fucking-

Her Sight is activated, though, and she can see stuff. The spirits, she can see-except-it's-not-seeing-but-whatever them, and she sees a line (is it a line? it's not really a line) between the sock that one goblin took and the one it didn't, it's still close enough, she grabs her sock and pulls-