42nd Resurrection

[sanctusdei]

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

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[ooeeooahah]

[ Ilsa is just sitting on the patio enjoying the sunset in the back yard when someone augers in, barely missing the tree. She jumps at the intrusion, but then runs over to check to see if he's still breathing. ]

What happened?

[ At least this one still has his clothes on. ]

[sanctusdei]

[Theo skids to a halt before falling over on his face on a patch of grass on Ilsa's lawn.]

Aw, fuck!

[ooeeooahah]

[ She kneels next to him, ] Careful, that was a heck of a hit - anything broken?

[sanctusdei]

Ungh. Jesus Christ.

[He's got a lot of scrapes and bruises, and he's gonna hurt come morning, but nothing seems broken at least.

Theo blinks up at Ilas before sitting up, holding his head.]

...No.

[Peeking around the tree at him]

[flameyedhunter]

You really are pretty terrible at flying you know.

[sanctusdei]

[Theo was in the midst of hovering when Shana distracts him and he drops several feet to the ground and falls over.]

Goddamnit! Why'd you-- Get outta here!

[flameyedhunter]

I go where I want! Besides if you really want to fly I can teach you sometime if you want, or get Tiffany to do so.

[sanctusdei]

I'm fine teaching myself.

[desolavi]

[ blatantly stares at this guy hovering in the air. ]

... is that supposed to achieve anything?

[sanctusdei]

[There's a "Huh?" from Theo before he hits wavers and falls.]

Damnit--! Yeah. It's supposed to be me learning more spells, but that's not easy when people interrupt.

[desolavi]

[ looking remarkably dubious. ]

Didn't look like you were getting much learning done anyway.

[sanctusdei]

It's not an automatic thing! There's a lot of calibration to do when writing your own spells.

[headedforhope]

[wow, Theo, you actually made Mami lose her composure enough to stifle a yelp of surprise

y u crash through her window all of sudden like that]

[sanctusdei]

[OH GOD SPLINTERS AND GLASS SHARDS

Hi my name is Theo and I am a bleeding lump on your floor. Good news is, he's groaning, so he's not dead!]

[headedforhope]

[....Welp. It's a good thing he didn't catch her in a state of undress or anything, otherwise this would be awkward. AS IT STANDS, she'll...sigh a little and move to roll him onto his back.

Oh it's that dude!!]

Mr. Crawford...? Can you hear me?

[sanctusdei]

Nnng. Christ, what did...

[He's covered in cuts and bruises, or course. There's some glass sticking out of him. Yay.]

[shadowflashkick]

-He's taking a late night walk and minding his own business when... he catches movement from above. In a tree. Well this was new.-

[sanctusdei]

[From the tree comes a great amount of rustling leaves and cursing.]

Goddamnit! What the fuck!

[shadowflashkick]

-Either the tree is talking or... someone's up there and can't get down.-

[sanctusdei]

[There's some shifting, and Theo falls down a few branches. Charlie can see some dangling legs now.]

Son of a--!