Julian Lapin
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Post by Julian Lapin on Dec 5, 2007 15:59:27 GMT
'Right, lets get this mess sorted out. Come on you, give's a hand.'
'Alright, but the second I think you're about to launch into a 'to me to you' routine, I'm dropping that ladder on your foot.'
'Agreed. Now come on.'
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After a thankfully uneventful fetching, the two propped the ladder underneath one of the rafters, and Julian was proceeding to stuff large quantities of thatch into a bucket they had also found outside.
'Right. Ladder secure, thatch at the ready. I'll give you a shout when I'm secure up there and you can work your magic. Here I go...'
Julian began his ascent towards the roof.
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Post by Callimpsest on Dec 5, 2007 16:49:03 GMT
I believe that wooden rods are also required, to serve as pegs. Otherwise my bookbinding magic, even at its most effective, may not be enough to stop the straw bundles being detached by the next strong wind. *To Robin* Your arrows would suffice, if you have some to spare.
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Julian Lapin
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Post by Julian Lapin on Dec 5, 2007 18:41:03 GMT
'Ah, good point that man.'
Julian stood on the ladder and and held out a waiting hand.
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Post by Young Grimwold on Dec 6, 2007 19:02:48 GMT
[OOC: A small request: on the occasions when Ed slips into Julian's posts, and vice versa, please make it clear who's saying what, as it can get a bit confusing otherwise. Thanks.]
*Slevela hears the storm intensifying. She looks at Robin, who has yet to donate any arrows to Julian.*
Slevela: *To Robin* Hurry up, will you? *To everyone* I want some more support for that ladder, lest it goes tumbling.
*Lanesra and a couple of random punters congregate at the foot of the ladder, and take hold of it. [OOC: Main characters may do the same if they wish.]
Meanwhile, the blue and orange portals have closed up completely.
Apparently oblivious to all else, Murphy (the 'air harpischord' player from earlier) has wandered up to the piper. The piper raises his eyebrows.*
Murphy: Knowest thou 'Larks' Tongues In Aspic, Part The Fourth'?
*The piper seems to give Murphy a knowing look... but then shakes his head. Crestfallen, Murphy trudges back to his seat. The piper smiles to himself, puts away his pipe, gets out an ocarina, and begins to play 'Petting Zoo'. Murphy now appears delighted as he sits back down.*
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Post by Robin on Dec 7, 2007 14:47:16 GMT
*Robin pulls out a few of his standard arrows, and hands them to the repair effort. Then, unseen, he quickly rushes over to the fallen cloth-arrow. Its head has split open, but he picks it up anyway.*
Hmmm...
*He stuffs the cloth back into the head. It'd be folly to imagine that it will clip back together, but it appears to. Unsure of its stability, Robin puts the arrow back into his pocket, rather than his quiver.*
I've done enough damage for today.
*Robin melts virtually out of sight.*
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Post by Callimpsest on Dec 7, 2007 16:39:48 GMT
[OOC: Following up the lightning strike mentioned in 'Draconian at the Door'.] *As lightning hits the building, several of those within it let out a gasp, including Callimpsest. A small cascade of dislogded straw falls through the hole in the roof, but nothing more.* Lightning striking a thatched roof, and then causing no flames? I'd venture to suggest that this is no natural phenomenon. *It crosses Callimpsest's mind that after her earlier 'demonstration', PhoenixFlame may be responsible somehow. To Slevela* I would imagine that under these circumstances, the landlord would quite excuse a mildly damaged roof. *To Julian* After your fraught visit thusfar, do you really wish to endanger yourself by climbing skyward under such circumstances?
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Julian Lapin
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Post by Julian Lapin on Dec 7, 2007 17:05:48 GMT
'Look, it wont take thirty seconds, and if there is something unpleasant incoming then I think we could use all the shelter we can get.'
'Besides, I had my part to play in causing that moggy to go mental. It's only fitting that I put right the damage he caused.'
'Now, don't argue and get ready with your magic. Trust me, I'll be fine. I've handled worse than a few misplaced thunderbolts in my time, believe me.'
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Post by Callimpsest on Dec 7, 2007 17:57:24 GMT
*Callimpsest, who remembers how he was made to feel when the ceiling of his library started collapsing, remains cautious.* I wasn't arguing, Sir, just inviting you to reconsider your wellbeing! Do as you desire. I will dispense my magic once the straw is in place. I only hope that you yourself do not end up, as irony would have it, in a bind. Hmm. From drinkers and thinkers to catchers, patchers and thatchers. *He looks around at the tavern's spectating clientele.* And watchers, but that doesn't rhyme. [OOC: Nor does Watchers with a capital W. ]
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Post by Young Grimwold on Dec 11, 2007 17:02:20 GMT
*Through the opening in the thatching, several people in the Crazed Heifer glimpse a beam shoot through the air and explode in a fireball. [OOC: As mentioned in 'Draconian at the Door'.] No one seems keen to leave the tavern and expose themselves to whatever dangers are raging outside. Slevela looks impatiently, and perhaps a little nervously, at Julian.* Slevela: If you don't get a move on, there's going to be more hole than roof up there.
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Julian Lapin
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Post by Julian Lapin on Dec 11, 2007 17:41:34 GMT
'Thank you, Mister Woodsman' he said, flashing a grin. 'Don't worry miladdo, safety is my middle name' directing this at Callimpsest. 'Well, technically it's Leonard, but let's keep that between ourselves, eh?'
He once more began to ascend the ladder, reaching the hole in a matter of seconds. He took the oppertunity to poke his eyes out of the hole and take a look at what was causing all the furore.
'Hmm. Rather odd thing, this lightning storm. Seems a little too localised for natural precipitation' he mused to the people below him as he began his impromtu carpentry. 'You might be onto something with that idea about unnatural phenomena. I wonder if its cause is nearby-'
Julian ducked down to distangle an errant piece of thatch from the bag. No sooner has he done so, a huge something raced by the exact spot where his head had been a second ealier.
'The hell?'
Poking his head out again, he turned and saw a huge fireball burst into tiny pockets of flame just above the inn. He involuntarily bought his free hand up to shield his eyes from the glare, but noted that, like the lightning, they didn't ignite the thatched roof any further.
Turning around to face the direction it had come from, Julian espied what could only be described as a heated standoff taking place outside the front door of the Heifer. He recognised one of the combatents as the young woman who was part of the academic and woodsman's party. The other was unknown to him, but he could instantly tell there was a distinctly unpleasant vibe about him. He could also tell he was responsible for Julian's almost scalping.
'I take it back. You were completly right.'
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Post by Callimpsest on Dec 11, 2007 23:36:56 GMT
Being completely right is something I might enjoy... were I also completely safe! With any luck, all those pyrotechnics will be discriminate enough not to nullify my hallux's worth of magic before I utilise it.
*While tempted to ask for a commentary on what's going on outside, Callimpsest refrains, so as not to delay Julian Leonard.*
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Julian Lapin
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Post by Julian Lapin on Dec 13, 2007 12:05:10 GMT
'A bit of drizzle is one thing, but I can't patch this up with a fireworks display going off under my nose! Besides, one of your party is involved in it. A young woman of your aquaintance? The one that was in here with that bird thingy?'
'I think an intervention is in order, wouldn't you say Chief?' grinned Kenji.
'Too bloody right. Woodsman! You wouldn't happen to have a spare crossbow about your person, would you?'
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Post by Robin on Dec 13, 2007 21:14:26 GMT
*Robin looks up.*
No, sir. But if it is crossbow services you require, I'm not adverse to a bit of practice...
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Julian Lapin
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Post by Julian Lapin on Dec 14, 2007 0:01:13 GMT
'Ah! In that case, there's a complete and utter swine outside threatening one of your company with all manner of magical nastiness. He could do with a ventilation or two, and a boot up the arse for good measure!'
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Post by Callimpsest on Dec 14, 2007 0:01:33 GMT
'A bit of drizzle is one thing, but I can't patch this up with a fireworks display going off under my nose! Besides, one of your party is involved in it. A young woman of your aquaintance? The one that was in here with that bird thingy?'
Her avian companion is a phoenix, Morwena. And her own name is PhoenixFlame. An appellation whose significance I only semi-understood...
*Callimpsest looks up at the fiery sky beyond the roof hole.*
...Until now.
*Callimpsest turns his gaze toward Zeytan.*
Who would have thought that the founder of a school could have such fury within her, and the power to vent it so? A veritable tempest of temper. I can only assume that she would not have got herself into something that she cannot get herself out of, to use the vernacular.
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