Vingtième Grimoire

[wizardoftheweek]

-Anyone near 340 Brady may be treated to a spectacular right. From a room on the second floor of the house, there are brilliant glowing lights. So much so that it literally colors the world around it in brilliant luminescence. That is, of course, until...

A huge explosion. Part of the wall of that room is blown away completely. And Patchy finds herself being flung a good distance, rolling out into the street. This was no good... no good at all...

She looked around in a panic. She was outside. People would be hurt. She had to think of how to fix this mess. There had to be a way to stop her magic from going further out of control. Why was nothing working?

All the while, five crystals hovered around her, glowing brightly.-


[[ ooc: BIG WARNING FOR THIS POST. If your character approaches Patchouli, they WILL be fired upon by the Philosopher's Stones. She has ZERO control over them. ]]

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[wizardoftheweek.livejournal.com]

-Patchy just looks on in fear as the crystals fire.-

[pencilpremonition]

[Becca throws herself to the ground in time to save her -life-, but...she gets several grazing hits over her arm, side, and leg on one side as she doesn't dodge fast enough. She cries out in pain, but manages to scramble up after the firing stops, quickly trying to get far enough away that she won't get shot at again.]

Patchouli! Are you okay? Can you get away from those things?

[wizardoftheweek.livejournal.com]

I cannot. They are part of my magic.

You need to go back inside!

[pencilpremonition]

=Your= magic? [Turning tail is sounding like a -really- good idea. But...if she could somehow save Patchouli...]

[wizardoftheweek.livejournal.com]

Please... run away!

[pencilpremonition]

[You don't need to say that twice! But Becca does call over her shoulder as she heads inside.]

I'll think of something!

[wizardoftheweek.livejournal.com]

Forget about me and save yourself. I'm fine, I promise!

-Her leg was broken, though.-

[pencilpremonition]

[Becca dashes inside. Not quite ten minutes later, a bottle of Ibuprofen is thrown out of Becca's room and in Patchy's general direction.]

[wizardoftheweek.livejournal.com]

... Every little bit helps I suppose...

-Patchy takes a small dosage. It was enough to help subside the pain some. She was worried if she took too many, she'd cause even more magic-related trouble.-