Exploding magic rocks

[never_b_free]

The woman known to most as Milliways patrons as Sarah Black is laying in the grass facing the sky. At regular intervals, a fairly large rock like thing comes out of the ground around her and rockets toward the sun

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[forgottenmotley]

"It might be better if you used actual rocks," the Fool says from just over there, sitting on a real rock, his walking stick across his knees.

[never_b_free]

"Real rock are harder, in many ways," she complains. "What goes up must come back down, but rocks that come from nothing go back to being nothing."

A couple of imaginary pebbles hit her, causing her to protest their existence loudly. "OW" She squirms around a bit on the ground, before sitting up to face the Fool.

"Preferably they return to nothingness before hitting me."

[forgottenmotley]

He laughs. It's funny. Of course she can be hurt by the imaginary pebbles. Why not?

[never_b_free]

Not hurt permanently. Even less so than most. There are no welts, bruises, or bleeding wounds from being stuck by the pebbles, anyway.

"What?" she asks, dismayed.

[forgottenmotley]

"Nothing." He grins. "It's funny."

[never_b_free]

"Well, one day those spells won't be so amusing," she huffs. Well maybe they will be amusing. "I might graduate to real rocks some day."

[forgottenmotley]

"I would like to see that," he says cheerfully.

Of course he would.

[never_b_free]

Is that a challenge?

She glares at him for a bit, then says faux-sweetly, "if you help me find a suitable rock, maybe I will show you." As she is sitting in the grass, there aren't many rocks around. Well, no cks, unless she goes digging.

[forgottenmotley]

The Fool taps the rock he's sitting on. "What about this one?"

[never_b_free]

She blinks in amazement. Surely he must be joking.

Or maybe he's just being a smug asshole. Feed that emotion, Amascut, feed it.

She stands up and dusts herself off. "You ask that because you feel safe, sitting on that rock, don't you?"

[forgottenmotley]

He tilts his head somewhat, the hat starting to slide, before pushing it back up onto his head more firmly. "I was thinking about getting off the rock first," he said. "I'm the Fool, not an idiot."

Still, he hasn't gotten off the rock yet.

[never_b_free]

"Oh, so you think I can do it?" she chirps happily. That vote of confidence, though, isn't going to help her.

She doesn't know whether to prepare for this big of a task by imitating the Feng Shui exercises she has seen some patrons doing here or by dredging up some of her more horrible memories for greater oomf. One looks silly, the other is rather unpleasant.

[forgottenmotley]

"Why not?" The idea that she couldn't never occurred to him. But then again a lot of things often don't occur to him.

At least he's smart enough to get off the rock and limp over to the side there.

[never_b_free]

She decides to go with the false wait, did I say Feng Shui earlier? I didn't say Feng ShuiTai Chi followed by what can only be described as dramatic pointing/

Nothing happens.

She gives the rock a cross look and points.

Nothing happens.

Perhaps if she actually says the spell out loud. "Explodious!"

Nothing happens.

Well that embarrassing. "EXPLODIOUS!" Point point point.

Nothing happens.

Well, this is infuriating her, somewhat. That will help out. Maybe.

[forgottenmotley]

While the Fool has never read Harry Potter before, so he has no idea if the spell is a real one or not, or if Ginny was pulling one over on her. He just waits for something interesting to happen.

He's a patient fool.

Also, he's never adverse to watching someone one make a fool out of themselves!

[never_b_free]

She closes her eyes and concentrates.

"Explodious." It sounds more like a command this time.

Nothing happens.

Another cross look, and a chip of rock flies off.

She sits down and crosses her arms, looking very displeased. "Maybe I need a wand for this," she grumbles.