Whoopsie!
Back when I was running with the circus, I had a mentor of sorts. We got pretty close but me being jailbait, he was in his early thirties. Maybe if I'd been a bit older, him a lot younger....probably not but there were nights I got all pumped up from our chats that had me wondering.
He was the carny magician, hot shit at the whole illusion game. Well, excepting he was the real deal. He knew all sorts of levitation spells and had lots of ancient books, told me fairy tales before I'd goto bed but they were real stories...they just seemed like fairy tales because of the content.
If I wasn't a slayer I'd never know those kind of things really happen.
He knew a little about slayers, picked up on what my deal was from the beginning. Coming in all dusty in the early hours, healing quick, the fact I could out tug the elephant; guess those were too much of a giveaway for him. He instructed me a bit too, not in fighting but on slayer history and tactical stuffs. Guess he was kinda my unofficial watcher.
Only name I ever had for him was Mandrake. Not his real tag but it was all he ever used. It was on one of my late night jaunts that we made an interesting discovery.
I'd just been getting back in, dusted 3 vamps and something scaly, when he popped up next to me on a floating rug (know what they're called but I refuse to use those words together; too corny). Anyway, he asked me if I'd like a lift and who's going to turn an offer like that down?
Up and away we went.
Not sure how high up we were exactly, there were lots of clouds under us, when we hit turbulance. I got bumped off the rug and started to fall. He waved his hands my way and shouted not to worry. I'd seen him do this bit a hundred times and knew I'd be pulled back on his flying shag rug any second.
Was still wondering what went wrong a minute later while I was plummeting to the ground. He swooped under and scopped me up, having to do a hard angle because of something having to do with momentum, and we eventually coasted to a stop.
The next day he called me into his tent, it was the day before the circus was set to move on so we really didn't have any rubes around to worry about. He tried and tried and tried but he couldn't levitate me. He could levitate stuff if I was standing on it but not me by myself. He even tried levitating my clothes with me in them but that didn't work...though it did lead to some blushing.
Apparently, I'm immune to magik (he knew other stuff beyond levitation) but that just leads to more head boggles. I'm a slayer and all the slayers in the world were activated by a spell by some powerful wicca out there....but if I'm immune to magik then neither of those should have been able to change me.
Don't look at me...I don't get it.
He was the carny magician, hot shit at the whole illusion game. Well, excepting he was the real deal. He knew all sorts of levitation spells and had lots of ancient books, told me fairy tales before I'd goto bed but they were real stories...they just seemed like fairy tales because of the content.
If I wasn't a slayer I'd never know those kind of things really happen.
He knew a little about slayers, picked up on what my deal was from the beginning. Coming in all dusty in the early hours, healing quick, the fact I could out tug the elephant; guess those were too much of a giveaway for him. He instructed me a bit too, not in fighting but on slayer history and tactical stuffs. Guess he was kinda my unofficial watcher.
Only name I ever had for him was Mandrake. Not his real tag but it was all he ever used. It was on one of my late night jaunts that we made an interesting discovery.
I'd just been getting back in, dusted 3 vamps and something scaly, when he popped up next to me on a floating rug (know what they're called but I refuse to use those words together; too corny). Anyway, he asked me if I'd like a lift and who's going to turn an offer like that down?
Up and away we went.
Not sure how high up we were exactly, there were lots of clouds under us, when we hit turbulance. I got bumped off the rug and started to fall. He waved his hands my way and shouted not to worry. I'd seen him do this bit a hundred times and knew I'd be pulled back on his flying shag rug any second.
Was still wondering what went wrong a minute later while I was plummeting to the ground. He swooped under and scopped me up, having to do a hard angle because of something having to do with momentum, and we eventually coasted to a stop.
The next day he called me into his tent, it was the day before the circus was set to move on so we really didn't have any rubes around to worry about. He tried and tried and tried but he couldn't levitate me. He could levitate stuff if I was standing on it but not me by myself. He even tried levitating my clothes with me in them but that didn't work...though it did lead to some blushing.
Apparently, I'm immune to magik (he knew other stuff beyond levitation) but that just leads to more head boggles. I'm a slayer and all the slayers in the world were activated by a spell by some powerful wicca out there....but if I'm immune to magik then neither of those should have been able to change me.
Don't look at me...I don't get it.