42nd Resurrection

[sanctus_dei]

Once upon a time, someone suggested to Theo that he use his gravity magic to fly. Ridiculous! Doing things like flying about on broomsticks is a stereotype, something to mock real spellcasters with, like they were the witches and wizards of old. Theo is a modern spellcaster, thank you, and he wouldn't be caught dead doing such a thing.

Except that it sounds like a whole lot of fun, doesn't it? Especially after half a bottle of wine.

Tonight, well after midnight, Theo Crawford is out in his yard with some spellbooks and mason jars of components. This isn't unusual in itself. He's drawing circles, making incantations and casting spells and small inanimate objects first, and quite successfully. His two crows sit nearby, waiting for him to try it on himself. Humans don't fly, they don't have wings! So they can't wait to see this and get a good laugh.

Trying this on himself is a much different story. It takes more skill in control, some understanding of physics, more spell components and more energy - which he lacks pretty much all over. Theo is too impatient, and tries these spells too early. Are you ready for some failure, Mayfield?

You may find Theo:
- Zipping several yards in the air, before attempting to land. Sometimes he crash lands, sometimes he doesn't. Still, Theo is a frail guy. That looks like it hurt.
- Stuck in a tree. Shut up he can totally climb down, okay
- Crash landing through your roof, or upstairs windows. Now THAT has to hurt.
- Hovering in the air a few yards up, not going anywhere. He's sort of worked himself into a corner.

Or any other manner of craziness you can think of. It's a bird! It's a plane! It's fail!mage!

Comments

[ooeeooahah]

[ Ilsa is just sitting on the patio enjoying the sunset in the back yard when someone augers in, barely missing the tree. She jumps at the intrusion, but then runs over to check to see if he's still breathing. ]

What happened?

[ At least this one still has his clothes on. ]

[Peeking around the tree at him]

[flameyedhunter.livejournal.com]

You really are pretty terrible at flying you know.

[sanctusdei.livejournal.com]

[Theo skids to a halt before falling over on his face on a patch of grass on Ilsa's lawn.]

Aw, fuck!

[sanctusdei.livejournal.com]

[Theo was in the midst of hovering when Shana distracts him and he drops several feet to the ground and falls over.]

Goddamnit! Why'd you-- Get outta here!

[flameyedhunter.livejournal.com]

I go where I want! Besides if you really want to fly I can teach you sometime if you want, or get Tiffany to do so.

[ooeeooahah]

[ She kneels next to him, ] Careful, that was a heck of a hit - anything broken?

[sanctusdei.livejournal.com]

Ungh. Jesus Christ.

[He's got a lot of scrapes and bruises, and he's gonna hurt come morning, but nothing seems broken at least.

Theo blinks up at Ilas before sitting up, holding his head.]

...No.

[sanctusdei.livejournal.com]

I'm fine teaching myself.

[flameyedhunter.livejournal.com]

If by teaching you mean crashing. YOu really don't like to get help with things, do you, Theo? [She looks over to his familiars.]

Does he?

[ooeeooahah]

What pitched you over here?

[ Ilsa's just going to grab his chin and check his pupils. ]

[desolavi.livejournal.com]

[ blatantly stares at this guy hovering in the air. ]

... is that supposed to achieve anything?

[sanctusdei.livejournal.com]

I was practicing.

[He blinks at her drunkenly, wondering what the hell she's doing. Concussion? Maybe just a little, considering he's been at this all day.

However, he realizes that *someone is touching him* now, and he pulls back after swatting at her hand, missing it by a mile.]

Hey! Get off me! I'm fine.

[sanctusdei.livejournal.com]

I've been doing it this long on my own. I learned a long time ago that i don't need a teacher.

[Deimos, the braver crow, caws at Shana in agreement. Theo's so stubborn.]

[sanctusdei.livejournal.com]

[There's a "Huh?" from Theo before he hits wavers and falls.]

Damnit--! Yeah. It's supposed to be me learning more spells, but that's not easy when people interrupt.

[ooeeooahah]

Practicing? In your state? Not a brilliant plan, hon.

[ She ignores the swat and looks for the crows. ]

Where are your wingmen? Aren't they supposed to watch out for you?

[sanctusdei.livejournal.com]

I dunno. All they were doing was laughing, so screw 'em.

[Attempt to stand number 1: failure. Theo wobbles and lands on one knee.]

[desolavi.livejournal.com]

[ looking remarkably dubious. ]

Didn't look like you were getting much learning done anyway.

[ooeeooahah]

At least when cats laugh at you, not everyone can hear them.

[ Ilsa helps him up, and attempts to get him into the house. ]

I've got a med kit inside, let's get you patched up.

[flameyedhunter.livejournal.com]

Still might help, anyway. You'd crash less if nothing else.

[headedforhope]

[wow, Theo, you actually made Mami lose her composure enough to stifle a yelp of surprise

y u crash through her window all of sudden like that]

[sanctusdei.livejournal.com]

Since when do cats laugh. [Sense. What is that.]

No, I'm fine. I won't get better at this if I keep stopping to bandage up.

[sanctusdei.livejournal.com]

Crashing is a good way to make me learn how to get better faster.

[sanctusdei.livejournal.com]

It's not an automatic thing! There's a lot of calibration to do when writing your own spells.

[sanctusdei.livejournal.com]

[OH GOD SPLINTERS AND GLASS SHARDS

Hi my name is Theo and I am a bleeding lump on your floor. Good news is, he's groaning, so he's not dead!]

[ooeeooahah]

Better at what, being pitched around the neighborhood, or bleeding?