[She wants to ask about the phone call. She wants to understand the look on his face so they can see the next problem coming. But she can't really go further than that before pointing to the problem and calling his attention to it.]
You're on fire.
[And she doesn't mean that in the metaphorical encouraging way. She also doesn't say that with the urgency that she probably should, but when it comes to Klaus, the worse that will happen to him is that his clothes will get damaged.]
( Klaus received a phone call from his daughter. She's in New York assisting her school friends with someone big, but she didn't want to sneak into the city. They're trying this whole father-daughter thing. Yes, she told Hayley first, that is not the point. She has to go, they're here. Josie's good, thanks for asking.
Another banner conversation for Klaus. It's a few minutes of contemplation when Davina joins Klaus.
He frowns, turns back to Davina, and then looks down. He brushes the fire with the back of his hand and brings a larger flame, eyes widening. He tried stamping it out with his palm, the fire forming a ball as he looks around him, grabbing a nearby pillow from the patio set. )
[And that's all she's going to say on that, because apparently the regent of New Orleans has never seen wild magic before (1). Probably because when people in New Orleans fuck things up magically, they're doing it on purpose.]
Do you want me to summon a bucket of water instead?
[This feels more like backlash than a pointed attack. But she will use her Harvest girl powers to conjure a small rainstorm to rain down on Klaus, and see if that will douse the flames (19).]
( The magic surge is powerful but that power is dissipating with every minute (17), the trail of fire reveals ruined seams in Klaus' shirt and pants. Klaus stands under the isolated rain storm, soaking.
Water dripping down his chin, he speaks, deadpan. )
I do hope my brother's patio furniture is weather-proof. ( And for good measure. ) I believe the rain can stop now.
( Now that he's not hearing rain between his ears... Considering his shirt is now ruined and doused, Klaus takes to removing it and dropping the sopping wet rag to the ground.
Klaus moves past Davina, but saves the explanation for when she follows him into the penthouse. )
I received a call shortly before the far-reaching white strobe light appeared. ( Already having made himself at home, he finds the luxurious guest towels in a side closet, emerging, patting himself down and then drying his chin. ) My daughter informed me she was assisting one of her school friends in an important spell. She's trying to keep the lines of communication open. ( Generous of her, right? ) Freya!
( Simultaneously, Scott slips out of the kitchen and returns to the wall of flowers.
Davina can clearly see the cloud of flowers in the kitchen behind Klaus.
It's all rather comical and borderline theatrical. )
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You're on fire.
[And she doesn't mean that in the metaphorical encouraging way. She also doesn't say that with the urgency that she probably should, but when it comes to Klaus, the worse that will happen to him is that his clothes will get damaged.]
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Another banner conversation for Klaus. It's a few minutes of contemplation when Davina joins Klaus.
He frowns, turns back to Davina, and then looks down. He brushes the fire with the back of his hand and brings a larger flame, eyes widening. He tried stamping it out with his palm, the fire forming a ball as he looks around him, grabbing a nearby pillow from the patio set. )
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Ventus.
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Please explain to me why I seem to be the hybrid torch and how to make it stop.
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[And that's all she's going to say on that, because apparently the regent of New Orleans has never seen wild magic before (1). Probably because when people in New Orleans fuck things up magically, they're doing it on purpose.]
Do you want me to summon a bucket of water instead?
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Is that how your magic works now, conjuring a bucket of water from thin air? If so, by all means. Douse me, I won't melt.
( Let's hope he doesn't melt. He turns back toward the blast's origin point. )
Some attack of some kind?
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[This feels more like backlash than a pointed attack. But she will use her Harvest girl powers to conjure a small rainstorm to rain down on Klaus, and see if that will douse the flames (19).]
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Water dripping down his chin, he speaks, deadpan. )
I do hope my brother's patio furniture is weather-proof. ( And for good measure. ) I believe the rain can stop now.
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Better?
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( Now that he's not hearing rain between his ears... Considering his shirt is now ruined and doused, Klaus takes to removing it and dropping the sopping wet rag to the ground.
Klaus moves past Davina, but saves the explanation for when she follows him into the penthouse. )
I received a call shortly before the far-reaching white strobe light appeared. ( Already having made himself at home, he finds the luxurious guest towels in a side closet, emerging, patting himself down and then drying his chin. ) My daughter informed me she was assisting one of her school friends in an important spell. She's trying to keep the lines of communication open. ( Generous of her, right? ) Freya!
( Simultaneously, Scott slips out of the kitchen and returns to the wall of flowers.
Davina can clearly see the cloud of flowers in the kitchen behind Klaus.
It's all rather comical and borderline theatrical. )