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

[sanctusdei.livejournal.com]

[He takes it and slaps it on. And the decides laying there till he feels like moving again is the best idea.]




...Thanks.

[headedforhope]

No thanks needed. Now, about those other cuts....[goes through kit]

[sanctusdei.livejournal.com]

[He wants to go home already. This has been humiliating enough.]

I can handle them later.

[headedforhope]

Are you saying that because you really can, or because you just want to leave?

[sanctusdei.livejournal.com]

I can! I'm not a child. [He says, sounding very childish.

It's slow, but he manages to get to his feet.]

[headedforhope]

Yes, of course. Your age alone proves that.

[watches him]

At least take the bandages. [beat] Please?

[sanctusdei.livejournal.com]

[He sighs, resigned.] Fine. I'll take them.

[headedforhope]

Thank you. I hope you heal up all right, it'd be shame if you got a scar.

[sanctusdei.livejournal.com]

I've already got plenty. One more is nothing.

[headedforhope]

Sure, think what you'd like. It is, after all, your body.

Still, I'll hope otherwise.

[sanctusdei.livejournal.com]

It'll be gone the next time I die, anyone.

[This S.O.B. dies all the time, ain't no thing.]

[headedforhope]

...You seem used to that kind of thing, Mr. Crawford.

[sanctusdei.livejournal.com]

This is Mayfield. Happens all the time. Get used to it.

[headedforhope]

There's "getting used to it" and then there's "seeking out trouble", you know.