i got the maaaagic in meee [OPEN]

[inthirds]

WHO: Zelgadis, people, ~*magic*~
WHERE: That poor, abused vacant lot where all the magic and fighting happens when it's not the type bent on destroying everything forever
WHEN: Saturday and Sunday afternoons
WARNINGS: Idk you tell me
SUMMARY: Guess who got his magic back finally? Time to make sure none of his spells will like be horribly mangled

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[trueltning_fury]

Naturally, Geddoe's daily meanderings around the city took him past that empty lot. Regularly. So it really wasn't that much of a stretch to believe he would pass by Saturday afternoon. If only because he hadn't yet taken Zatanna up on the offer to teleport him to Belize.

And wasn't this exactly how he had met Zelgadis in the first place?

He hung back to watch, though there really wasn't anywhere to hide. As long as he stood with his arms folded over his chest, not twitching a muscle, he could observe at leisure. As usual, there was a lot on his mind, but he wasn't sharing any of it nor letting evidence of it show on his face. Stony as ever, he silently noted the cycle of elements on display.

[inthirds]

Zelgadis' nose was in his notebook for a good portion of the time, scowling at his oftentimes illegible handwriting. By the time Geddoe shows up, he's agitated. Not exactly anything new about that besides the reasons behind it. Without the double load of stamina his cursed body provided, some of his spells were requiring more effort to cast. More words. It was probably only humiliating to him, but pride went a long way in his regard. Strength and ability meant a lot to him; hell, those were the two reasons that seemed to get him in the most trouble.

"Arc BrassHe hugged the notebook to himself as he loosed the chain of lightning around him, watching some of it fizzle out on stone and some snaking to the fence or streetlight closest. The light flickered on momentarily with an angry buzz before dimming dark once more

[trueltning_fury]

The lightning felt familiar; the True Rune did not react to it, but then, it spent a lot of time more or less ignoring everything. Geddoe lowered his arms to his sides and began to stalk across the ground toward Zelgadis.

"Practicing," he noted. "How is it going?"

[inthirds]

He nodded, then shrugged before looking down at his casting hand, flexing the fingers a couple times slowly.

"Nothing's backfired," he said, looking back up with a crooked frown. "So far, at least. But I can't get some of this stuff to work without the words now. It's all backwards."

[broroona]

[It's not odd for Baroona to take occasional walks around the City, giving himself the excuse that he's scoping out the place. What is odd is seeing a kid who's supposed to be 1) Rocky and 2) Dead not very rocky and not very dead. Curious, he leans on the busted up chain link fence that guards the lot.]

You're back.

[inthirds]

[back, with his back turned and his notebook up. his shoulders hunch up at the sound, and he whirls around pretty quickly, blinking. how long had he been there?] Who--?

[wait. he squints. does he...know this guy? he's pretty sure he does. he-

oh, right. that thing. underground. with the hallways. his shoulders slack. yeah, this guy...whatever the hell his name was.]

...Yeah.

[broroona]

How?

[He knows it's the Porter after being here so long, but he's never known how that... works.]

[inthirds]

[well that's...that's a little...Zelgadis gives him a leery look.]

That machine. [DUH, gosh.]