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challenge: [198] exchange
title: created or destroyed
wordcount: 336
notes: did you know that scrubs is owned by disney? or that there is a tower of terror...movie? you do now.
"Where does it come from?" Sora asked, curiously.
Donald frowned as he shot fire --
Frollo was smiling, the torchlight in his eyes - he threw it, hellbent on burning these blasphemous gypsis - and nothing. Nothing! Phoebus grinned, looking at the extinquished torch. "This God's will, too?"
-- at a Heartless. "Where what comes from?"
"Well, our Magic. I learned in science that...um..." he screwed up his face in concentration, and blasted ice --
Dash smirked as he knocked over his water -- but all it did was splatter on the floor. "Dash!!" Across the table, Frozone looked confused. "That's never not worked before..."
--before continuing. "Nothing that's real can be, uh, made or wrecked. Something like that that means you can't get fire from like... air. It has to already be real somewhere."
"Science?" Donald snorted. "This is magic. Magic doesn't come from anywhere."
Sora opened his mouth to argue, but he saw from the corner of his eye that Goofy was casting a spell. He knocked Donald away from a stray lightening bolt --
She had said the spell, called the storm, next would come the lightening and her sister would disappear. Abigail waited...waited...got awfully bored...and waited.
-- and Goofy apologized. "Guess I should practice that first, huh?"
Sora laughed. "Well, since I think I knocked Donald out..."
"Well, I know how to fix that one," Goofy said, brightly. "Cure!"--
Elliot beamed, holding aloft a syringe "I found it! This'll cure him, it'll save him--" There was silence. Not what she had anticipated...and Turk put his arm around her, whispering, "I'm just guessing, but usually there's something in these babies? Oxygen is... gonna kill him."
--Donald bounced back up, looking a little ruffled, and Sora was too busy laughing at the broken feathers that his friend had missed to bring up more of his patchy scientific knowledge. Heck, maybe magic did come from magic. Donald could be right sometimes.
There was a stray Heartless, and Sora used gravity --
as fourteen balloons propelled Carl's house an illogical three hundred feet into the air.
title: created or destroyed
wordcount: 336
notes: did you know that scrubs is owned by disney? or that there is a tower of terror...movie? you do now.
"Where does it come from?" Sora asked, curiously.
Donald frowned as he shot fire --
Frollo was smiling, the torchlight in his eyes - he threw it, hellbent on burning these blasphemous gypsis - and nothing. Nothing! Phoebus grinned, looking at the extinquished torch. "This God's will, too?"
-- at a Heartless. "Where what comes from?"
"Well, our Magic. I learned in science that...um..." he screwed up his face in concentration, and blasted ice --
Dash smirked as he knocked over his water -- but all it did was splatter on the floor. "Dash!!" Across the table, Frozone looked confused. "That's never not worked before..."
--before continuing. "Nothing that's real can be, uh, made or wrecked. Something like that that means you can't get fire from like... air. It has to already be real somewhere."
"Science?" Donald snorted. "This is magic. Magic doesn't come from anywhere."
Sora opened his mouth to argue, but he saw from the corner of his eye that Goofy was casting a spell. He knocked Donald away from a stray lightening bolt --
She had said the spell, called the storm, next would come the lightening and her sister would disappear. Abigail waited...waited...got awfully bored...and waited.
-- and Goofy apologized. "Guess I should practice that first, huh?"
Sora laughed. "Well, since I think I knocked Donald out..."
"Well, I know how to fix that one," Goofy said, brightly. "Cure!"--
Elliot beamed, holding aloft a syringe "I found it! This'll cure him, it'll save him--" There was silence. Not what she had anticipated...and Turk put his arm around her, whispering, "I'm just guessing, but usually there's something in these babies? Oxygen is... gonna kill him."
--Donald bounced back up, looking a little ruffled, and Sora was too busy laughing at the broken feathers that his friend had missed to bring up more of his patchy scientific knowledge. Heck, maybe magic did come from magic. Donald could be right sometimes.
There was a stray Heartless, and Sora used gravity --
as fourteen balloons propelled Carl's house an illogical three hundred feet into the air.