That tends to be every other day for me. Can't say I'd been kidnapped to an abandoned town before either.
[ john looks over once the rummaging starts. oh, a book that has most of it in tact. that'd make it easy. he walks over, holding his hand out for the book. it's definitely charred to hell. if anything he could try to repair it magically, but, that'd be a stretch.
then, he turns around and starts kicking the area free of any rubble or left over bits and bobs. he kneels down on one knee, holding the book in one hand and pulling his lighter out with the other. there's a cross on the lighter. with a click, the lighter comes to life. he inhales sharply, wondering what punch he'll get for this spell, but figures it is worth the shot.
john closes his eyes and mutters a phrase in celtic. the flame grows until the seal on the lighter begins to glow. then, he holds it up to the remains of the back of the book. the flame dances before dying suddenly... and john raises an eyebrow. things go quiet before the gold light of the seal starts to illuminate the outline of the book.
he laughs a bit - he didn't think it'd work. ]
Right, come here. [ he nods for five to kneel down in front of him. ] Take the lighter and hold it where I've got it. Bit of a thrown together spell, but, let's just keep it at the idea of I'm using my own energy to manifest a spectral version of what it once was, yeah?
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[ john looks over once the rummaging starts. oh, a book that has most of it in tact. that'd make it easy. he walks over, holding his hand out for the book. it's definitely charred to hell. if anything he could try to repair it magically, but, that'd be a stretch.
then, he turns around and starts kicking the area free of any rubble or left over bits and bobs. he kneels down on one knee, holding the book in one hand and pulling his lighter out with the other. there's a cross on the lighter. with a click, the lighter comes to life. he inhales sharply, wondering what punch he'll get for this spell, but figures it is worth the shot.
john closes his eyes and mutters a phrase in celtic. the flame grows until the seal on the lighter begins to glow. then, he holds it up to the remains of the back of the book. the flame dances before dying suddenly... and john raises an eyebrow. things go quiet before the gold light of the seal starts to illuminate the outline of the book.
he laughs a bit - he didn't think it'd work. ]
Right, come here. [ he nods for five to kneel down in front of him. ] Take the lighter and hold it where I've got it. Bit of a thrown together spell, but, let's just keep it at the idea of I'm using my own energy to manifest a spectral version of what it once was, yeah?