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Flora can only raise her eyebrows at that, helplessly amused in a way that makes the corners of her mouth twitch despite her best attempt at solemnity. "Well," she says, looking him over with the sort of appraising glance. "unleash sort."
As for the experiment, Flora drains the rest of her mimosa in one bright, decisive swallow, setting the glass down with all the ceremony of someone preparing for a very important scientific breakthrough and not, in fact, an excuse to make one of her friends experience divine teleportation before breakfast. "You don’t have to do a thing," she says, flashing him a grin. "Just stand there and be handsome."
Flora heads out toward the pool, the oversized shirt of Kai’s slipping loose over one shoulder as she pads barefoot out of the bar and into the warmth of morning spilling through Wildering House. The air changes as she moves, barlight and polished wood giving way to the softer openness near the pools, the faint scent of water rising beneath the clean brightness of sunrise. She keeps going until she reaches the outdoor bar, far enough that Asta will not be able to see her, and only then does she glance back over her shoulder with a grin she cannot quite contain.
There is a bottle there that looks appropriate for the moment, something dark and warmly spiced that catches the light like amber held too close to fire. Flora pours a shot into a small glass, neat and generous, because if she's going to take Asta's divine teleportation virginity, he least she can do is make sure there is alcohol involved. Curling her fingers around the little glass, Flora closes her eyes and reaches inward, tugging on this new speck of magic while thinking of the Butcher.
When Asta appears before her, Flora is already holding out the shot. "Here," she says, as if he has merely walked into the room and not been dragged instantly to her. There won't be much time before he's sent back to where he'd been at the bar, her fledgling Rescue not unlike basic channelling in that regard, but long enough for him to feel the gist of it.
Magic: Rescue | Flora can bring a fellow Old God demigod to her side in a time of crisis for one post. One use per thread. Cannot be used when channelled.
Type: Light | Rank: Basic | Cost: Action
As for the experiment, Flora drains the rest of her mimosa in one bright, decisive swallow, setting the glass down with all the ceremony of someone preparing for a very important scientific breakthrough and not, in fact, an excuse to make one of her friends experience divine teleportation before breakfast. "You don’t have to do a thing," she says, flashing him a grin. "Just stand there and be handsome."
Flora heads out toward the pool, the oversized shirt of Kai’s slipping loose over one shoulder as she pads barefoot out of the bar and into the warmth of morning spilling through Wildering House. The air changes as she moves, barlight and polished wood giving way to the softer openness near the pools, the faint scent of water rising beneath the clean brightness of sunrise. She keeps going until she reaches the outdoor bar, far enough that Asta will not be able to see her, and only then does she glance back over her shoulder with a grin she cannot quite contain.
There is a bottle there that looks appropriate for the moment, something dark and warmly spiced that catches the light like amber held too close to fire. Flora pours a shot into a small glass, neat and generous, because if she's going to take Asta's divine teleportation virginity, he least she can do is make sure there is alcohol involved. Curling her fingers around the little glass, Flora closes her eyes and reaches inward, tugging on this new speck of magic while thinking of the Butcher.
When Asta appears before her, Flora is already holding out the shot. "Here," she says, as if he has merely walked into the room and not been dragged instantly to her. There won't be much time before he's sent back to where he'd been at the bar, her fledgling Rescue not unlike basic channelling in that regard, but long enough for him to feel the gist of it.
Magic: Rescue | Flora can bring a fellow Old God demigod to her side in a time of crisis for one post. One use per thread. Cannot be used when channelled.
Type: Light | Rank: Basic | Cost: Action
I hope you're wetting your appetite, finding your way into someone's eyes
I hope you're dreaming in black and white, and seeing in colour
I hope you're dreaming in black and white, and seeing in colour
