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sanctus_dei) wrote2011-05-22 06:38 pm
sanctus_dei) wrote2011-05-22 06:38 pm
42nd Resurrection
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!
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!
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He also looks like he's in really bad shape. He's been flying about all night, violently running into things.]
Who...?
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Floating down to a not so gentle landing. He pulls out a flask and hands it to Theo. It's mostly crappy whiskey.]
Have a drink and walk it off.
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In a moment of weakness, he snatches it from the Captain and has a swig. A long one.
He hands it back after it all clears and he realizes who handed him that, and who's voice he heard.]
You! Why did you-- You asshole!
[Note how he still can't get off the ground.]
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[Takes it back and takes a pull himself. Never fly sober Captain. Never deal with Theo sober either.]
You break anything?
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[He might have, this time.]
So. I'm lying here helpless. Aren't you gonna break me in two or anything?
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Look, flyings tough. No one ever gets around to teaching you how and a few guys get creamed trying.
Luckily, you ☠☠☠☠ up here, you wake up the next day okay.
So do you want me to stomp your skull, take you to a doctor or leave the flask of whiskey and let you figure it out yourself?
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You want help? Or do you want whoever else wanders by to check on you and ask you how you got hurt? At least it was just me this time, and I don't like you enough to care how pathetic this looks.
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[He slowly attempts to peel himself from the sidewalk. He doesn't get too far - after that fall and some of the others, he's got a few cracked ribs. Theo's has the air knocked out of him for trying, and he falls back over. All those cigarettes make it hard for him to get it back, at first.]
God...damnit.
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[He frowns down at Theo, not trying to help him. With his strength, he'd probably hurt Theo more. Not necissarily a bad thing.
He pulls out the flask and puts it down right beside Theo's head.
Walking off and waving.]
Have fun down there.