[Danny pauses, drawing some of the magic back into himself, his eyes glowing green as he turns his focus on the flaming stove. His eyes glow green briefly as he raises his hands, swirling the magic in front of them and for a brief moment, the oxygen is drawn out of the room (19). It quickly smothers the fire, and once it's out, he reverses it.
As the ability to breathe returns to the small space, he moves back to Buffy, reaching for the nearest piece of rubble to begin to pull it off her.]
The magic did. I guess it's not looking to find another replacement. I'm glad it included you too.
( Buffy can breathe on very little breath, not that she's really a swimmer. But, once breath returns to her, so does her voice. She winces, a little trapped, still. )
Remind me to buy it some flowers or - whatever you do to thank a magical birthright. A little help here?
[He moves over, very carefully removing the largest piece of rubble pinning her down and pushing it to the side. The summer of heavy lifting and manual labor at the magic shop clearly didn't go to waste.
He crouches down next to her.]
Don't move yet. Can you feel everything? Can you wiggle your toes?
( But that could be her body's collective soreness. She feels like one giant, vibrating bruise. That's probably not a good thing, even for slayer healing.
She's able to get to her feet with his help, wincing as she attempts to stand. And she has to ask, even though he's taken charge and wasn't pinned himself.
( She has very little choice in the matter, but she likes that there's at least a way to go. That's a start. Still, she watches him. Makes sure he's not lying about any pain or injuries while she does her best to hobble with him. )
[He's not, at least not consciously. He takes them through one step at a time, keeping his witchy senses open to see if there's anything to push to (9), but he's not as familiar with the magic here, so it's hard to get a read on something that feels out of place.]
When Eliza finds out about this, she's never going to let me leave home again.
Not as of late. But I went to Prague, and it was attacked by hunters. I went to New York, and caused a wild magic incident. I come to Thanksgiving and it gets blown up.
[He's starting to read it as a bad omen.]
Maybe she'll just soak me in sage to see if my luck changes.
When magic is released but the spell that it was to be used for wasn't properly formed or a ritual goes wrong, sometimes it takes the form of wild magic. Weird stuff happens. For example, when it happened in New York, Isaac got turned into a sheep.
He was. And it only lasted an hour, so it's not like it imposed on him too much.
[And the potted plant is very much possible - but surprisingly doesn't kill you? Maybe because the plant is also a living thing. He'll have to ask Eliza about it later.
Regardless, as they move into the wider areas that tie to the catacombs, perception check please.]
( Sounds... imposing. As for Buffy, she gets a nice robust non natural (20) for perception as she feels one leg righting itself slowly. She no longer feels pain with every step. Maybe that's the laughter of his magic. )
["We'll see about that," the witch jeers, and they use the magic to tug Danny and Buffy along, to go meet up with the rest of the folks in the catacombs.]
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As the ability to breathe returns to the small space, he moves back to Buffy, reaching for the nearest piece of rubble to begin to pull it off her.]
The magic did. I guess it's not looking to find another replacement. I'm glad it included you too.
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Remind me to buy it some flowers or - whatever you do to thank a magical birthright. A little help here?
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[He moves over, very carefully removing the largest piece of rubble pinning her down and pushing it to the side. The summer of heavy lifting and manual labor at the magic shop clearly didn't go to waste.
He crouches down next to her.]
Don't move yet. Can you feel everything? Can you wiggle your toes?
[No spinal damage is what he's looking for.]
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I don't feel good, but I feel. ( Including. ) Ten fingers, ten toes. Alright. Almost there.
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[He then reaches forward to gently help her out of the space, moving to give her something to lean on as she does.]
I'm not sure how far down we fell. Possibly a story or two.
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( But that could be her body's collective soreness. She feels like one giant, vibrating bruise. That's probably not a good thing, even for slayer healing.
She's able to get to her feet with his help, wincing as she attempts to stand. And she has to ask, even though he's taken charge and wasn't pinned himself.
Are you okay?
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A bit sore, but nothing that won't keep.
[He hopes there's no internal bleeding he's got adrenaline going for him. They can check him out later.]
I think there's an open spot in the rubble this way.
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( She has very little choice in the matter, but she likes that there's at least a way to go. That's a start. Still, she watches him. Makes sure he's not lying about any pain or injuries while she does her best to hobble with him. )
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When Eliza finds out about this, she's never going to let me leave home again.
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( And she can't all of a sudden not live here. Well, she can now. After the explosion. )
There's caution and living your life like you're in danger. Unfortunately, danger comes with the nametag. Nobody's tried anything with you in England?
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[He's starting to read it as a bad omen.]
Maybe she'll just soak me in sage to see if my luck changes.
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( See: again. Comes with the territory. )
What's wild magic?
( Easier to keep small talk then focus on pain. )
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[How do you explain wild magic?]
When magic is released but the spell that it was to be used for wasn't properly formed or a ritual goes wrong, sometimes it takes the form of wild magic. Weird stuff happens. For example, when it happened in New York, Isaac got turned into a sheep.
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And then, like when she found out about Harmony.
It turned Isaac into a sheep?
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Could've been worse. At least no one got turned into a potted plant.
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I hope to god that's not possible. ( a beat. ) Was he a cute sheep?
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[And the potted plant is very much possible - but surprisingly doesn't kill you? Maybe because the plant is also a living thing. He'll have to ask Eliza about it later.
Regardless, as they move into the wider areas that tie to the catacombs, perception check please.]
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( Sounds... imposing. As for Buffy, she gets a nice robust non natural (20) for perception as she feels one leg righting itself slowly. She no longer feels pain with every step. Maybe that's the laughter of his magic. )
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It streaks out of the corner, snapping to twist Danny's arm behind his back (11 vs. 9) while a second flash tries to restrain Buffy (16).
Two witches step out of the shadows and one of them grins. "Well, well. Look what we found."]
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Oh, you're gonna regret that.
( (18) for fucking initiative, lets goooo )
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