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The Roof, Saturday Morning
Saturday, December 31st, 2011 11:42 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
abitlowkeyUsing magic on the remaining bruises from the complete moron Phobos was the goal for the day. Ikol's advice on the matter had only been mildly helpful (mostly confusing) and so he was left to his own devices on it.
This would be so much more simple had his elder-self thought to keep his knowledge of magic perfectly intact. Ugh.
For now, he sat on the roof in just his normal clothing from Asgard, hood down as he focused. People here didn't seem to realize this was a remarkably mild winter. Barely even worthy of the name 'winter' at that.
[[Open like a roof!]]
This would be so much more simple had his elder-self thought to keep his knowledge of magic perfectly intact. Ugh.
For now, he sat on the roof in just his normal clothing from Asgard, hood down as he focused. People here didn't seem to realize this was a remarkably mild winter. Barely even worthy of the name 'winter' at that.
[[Open like a roof!]]