The Roof, Saturday Morning

[abitlowkey]

Using 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!]]

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[life_inshadow]

"It looks like it's roof day," Tara said lightly. "Hi, Wes. Happy almost-new-year."

[wesleynotponcy.livejournal.com]

"Same to you," Wesley offered back, smiling a little. "How've you been?"

[life_inshadow]

"Really good," Tara said. "Lately, anyhow. I did the Christmas at Sookie's house thing and then my little sister turned out to be ... someone i think I can help. What about you?"

[wesleynotponcy.livejournal.com]

"Oh! Anna, yes?" he checked. "I met her yesterday. She mentioned that you were particularly helpful." Not a huge shock, because Tara, but. "And, ah, I've been all right." Except for the bandage on his face, anyway. "It was a bit of an odd break, so this coming semester is a welcome change."

[life_inshadow]

"Anna," Tara agreed. "She ... didn't know she was coming here, so it'll be an adjustment."

"I could guess, about the odd break part." Her eyes rested on the bandage as she spoke. "Were you in an accident?"

[wesleynotponcy.livejournal.com]

Wesley closed his eyes for a moment, sighed, and admitted, "Bit of an, er. Explosion, really. But a minor one!"

Yeah, that hadn't worked on Katniss or Warren either.

[life_inshadow]

Tara looked distinctly dubious. "... okay, how'd you end up in this totally minor explosion?"