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[ The device flips on to show a nice view of the interior of the Opera House - right inside the entrance. And in the center of the room, there's a tall ladder raised with someone standing upon it, but all that's showing in view of the screen is a pair of black shoes and matching pants to about halfway up the legs.
One foot shifts, and a young man's voice echoes in the large room. ]
Goddammit--how did all three lights burn out at once? This is ridiculous.
[ The ladder looks pretty steady, but gives a mild stagger on the flooring as the figure perched on it grunts. ]
...One of the bolts is loose, too? Who the hell has been fooling around with--GAH!
[ Somehow, inexplicably, the metal retracting pieces on either side of the ladder both cave inward at the same time, sending the person on top of it (who finally comes fully into view upon dropping), off-balance and crashing down onto his back, the ladder following suit and landing right on his legs. ]
OW--! How did that even--!?
[ With a scowl and a wince, he shoves the ladder off with one arm and tries to get up, but he doesn't get far. His right leg seems to be refusing to cooperate. And before he can try again, there's an ominous creak from above. No sooner does he look up than he can guess what's going to happen and hastily scoots back using his left leg to propel him - just as the ornate light fixture crashes down where he was sitting prior.
Staring wide-eyed at the mess of glass and metal left there, the ex-knight inches back a little further. ]
...I don't believe this. What else could go wrong at this point?
[ As if to answer that, across the room, a finely built mirror on the wall that he had finished putting up a week prior, falls straight down and smashes to the floor.
Fakir puts a hand to his face, shaking his head back and forth. ]
I had to ask, didn't I. This is too ironic. It must be some kind of curse.
[ ooc: Obviously affected by the bad luck. That's a broken leg he's got. It's just not his day. XD ]
One foot shifts, and a young man's voice echoes in the large room. ]
Goddammit--how did all three lights burn out at once? This is ridiculous.
[ The ladder looks pretty steady, but gives a mild stagger on the flooring as the figure perched on it grunts. ]
...One of the bolts is loose, too? Who the hell has been fooling around with--GAH!
[ Somehow, inexplicably, the metal retracting pieces on either side of the ladder both cave inward at the same time, sending the person on top of it (who finally comes fully into view upon dropping), off-balance and crashing down onto his back, the ladder following suit and landing right on his legs. ]
OW--! How did that even--!?
[ With a scowl and a wince, he shoves the ladder off with one arm and tries to get up, but he doesn't get far. His right leg seems to be refusing to cooperate. And before he can try again, there's an ominous creak from above. No sooner does he look up than he can guess what's going to happen and hastily scoots back using his left leg to propel him - just as the ornate light fixture crashes down where he was sitting prior.
Staring wide-eyed at the mess of glass and metal left there, the ex-knight inches back a little further. ]
...I don't believe this. What else could go wrong at this point?
[ As if to answer that, across the room, a finely built mirror on the wall that he had finished putting up a week prior, falls straight down and smashes to the floor.
Fakir puts a hand to his face, shaking his head back and forth. ]
I had to ask, didn't I. This is too ironic. It must be some kind of curse.
[ ooc: Obviously affected by the bad luck. That's a broken leg he's got. It's just not his day. XD ]