[Ash] Who Da Man?
Who: Ash
When: Immediately following Cause and Effect
Where: Kitchen/Cafeteria #1
Invited: Anyone
Status: Complete
Ash struggled out from under the tangle of chairs and tables, groaning. He'd have bruises from this, no doubt about it. Getting to his feet was more difficult than he'd expected. Casting that spell had really taken it out of him. But it had worked. He had his memory back. And by the excited sounds drifting through the closed doors of the kitchen, so did others.
"Who's the man?" Ash asked the empty room. "I am!"
Ash danced around a little, feeling giddy with delight. He shadow boxed a little. He could just imagine how happy everyone would be to have their memories back. And by everyone, of course, he meant the ladies. All the lovely ladies.
"Who's the man!?" Ash said, more loudly this time. "I am!"
He paused in his dance to glance over at the table. The bowl of coffee with detritus floating in it, including the five candles. Blobs of soft wax on the tabletop, along with the sigils he'd drawn around the outer edge of the table in black marker. The page of instructions torn from the magic book he'd The big circle of salt he'd poured out on the floor.
It suddenly occurred to him that maybe he ought to clean up the mess. He dismissed the thought just as quickly. He was going to enjoy being a hero. Someone else could clean up. Ash grinned at the thought of what sort of hero's welcome he could expect. He could hardly wait.
And...since he could hear a lot of activity outside, and lots of raised voices--why wait?
Ash strode over to the double doors of the cafeteria, unlocked them, and threw them open. "Who's the man?" he cried, throwing his arms up in triumph. "I'm the man!"
When: Immediately following Cause and Effect
Where: Kitchen/Cafeteria #1
Invited: Anyone
Status: Complete
Ash struggled out from under the tangle of chairs and tables, groaning. He'd have bruises from this, no doubt about it. Getting to his feet was more difficult than he'd expected. Casting that spell had really taken it out of him. But it had worked. He had his memory back. And by the excited sounds drifting through the closed doors of the kitchen, so did others.
"Who's the man?" Ash asked the empty room. "I am!"
Ash danced around a little, feeling giddy with delight. He shadow boxed a little. He could just imagine how happy everyone would be to have their memories back. And by everyone, of course, he meant the ladies. All the lovely ladies.
"Who's the man!?" Ash said, more loudly this time. "I am!"
He paused in his dance to glance over at the table. The bowl of coffee with detritus floating in it, including the five candles. Blobs of soft wax on the tabletop, along with the sigils he'd drawn around the outer edge of the table in black marker. The page of instructions torn from the magic book he'd The big circle of salt he'd poured out on the floor.
It suddenly occurred to him that maybe he ought to clean up the mess. He dismissed the thought just as quickly. He was going to enjoy being a hero. Someone else could clean up. Ash grinned at the thought of what sort of hero's welcome he could expect. He could hardly wait.
And...since he could hear a lot of activity outside, and lots of raised voices--why wait?
Ash strode over to the double doors of the cafeteria, unlocked them, and threw them open. "Who's the man?" he cried, throwing his arms up in triumph. "I'm the man!"