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I found there are times in life where obscenities are incredibly appropriate. There's a few drawbacks to me screaming something foul in the middle of the room, however. You have the time lost as the other people recover from their shock, and well, that's the major one.
I usually find other, less healthy, ways to channel my anger anyways. Working on that aspect, okay? Especially my shocked babbling when I run into such situations.
It was glaringly obvious some major mojo had gone down in the room. You could tell. And it wasn't your basic demonic teleportation spell. That's one of the 'now-you-see-me-now-you-don't' things. This was one of the 'now-you-see-me-now-you-don't-but-it's-different' things.
Magic is /real/ hard to explain. I still had no idea how I was going to teach all of this to others. Maybe start at it feels tingly?
It was pretty clear, Angel Investigations wasn't used to our cracking jokes under pressure. Then again, we didn't exactly crack jokes when Tara died. Lorne stumbled out of the room, and Nick was back on the 'this isn't normal' phase. It was all moving too slow. So I took matters into my own hands. I slipped over to Wesley, tugging on his sleeve briefly. "Let's get her back", I whispered, hoping not to disturb the others.
I could only hope he'd follow me to the door.
((Open to Wesley))
I usually find other, less healthy, ways to channel my anger anyways. Working on that aspect, okay? Especially my shocked babbling when I run into such situations.
It was glaringly obvious some major mojo had gone down in the room. You could tell. And it wasn't your basic demonic teleportation spell. That's one of the 'now-you-see-me-now-you-don't' things. This was one of the 'now-you-see-me-now-you-don't-but-it's-different' things.
Magic is /real/ hard to explain. I still had no idea how I was going to teach all of this to others. Maybe start at it feels tingly?
It was pretty clear, Angel Investigations wasn't used to our cracking jokes under pressure. Then again, we didn't exactly crack jokes when Tara died. Lorne stumbled out of the room, and Nick was back on the 'this isn't normal' phase. It was all moving too slow. So I took matters into my own hands. I slipped over to Wesley, tugging on his sleeve briefly. "Let's get her back", I whispered, hoping not to disturb the others.
I could only hope he'd follow me to the door.
((Open to Wesley))