08-24-2014, 10:19 AM
Jay blinked. Vanders cast a spell over Danjou himself? The guy hadn't dropped dead, or at least Jay thought he'd hear about something like that. Then again, Jay wasn't dead either. Also something he'd likely notice. Maybe the spell was safe after all.
Were they really talking about this? Having a serious sit down heart to heart over magic? Awesome.
"Actually I haven't had any painkillers since .. uhh. a while."
He didn't sound proud about it. Jay wasn't trying to be a hero. He was just being practical. There was a limited supply of that stuff and there were other people worse off than him. "But I get what you're saying. You feel like a million bucks, but you're still on the verge of dropping dead. Playing with fire. Dangerous, got it."
Which was why a spell like that should only be used as a last resort. Like when a team was under heavy fire and one of the four couldn't walk.
Why did he ask? Well, because he had a sneaking feeling he'd already experienced something along those lines. He also had a significant feeling who was responsible.
"Uhh, no reason, Mr. Wizard,"
he clapped Vanders on the shoulder. He grinned awkwardly in a way he assumed was convincing. Turns out, though, Jay was a terrible liar.
They returned topside. Jared made the steps a bit weary, but he was a spring chicken compared to Jay. Turns out, climbing stairs without bending your left leg was damn hard.
He was sweating like a pig by the time they made it to the main floor. They received a few strange looks from the men walking around who no doubt were wondering what the hell was going on downstairs. Jay shrugged apologetically. He couldn't say why. But the Legionnaires were understanding. In fact, one guy that Jay recognized from having brought him food those first few days he was weak as a kitten.
He quickly turned to the Wizard. "I'll see you later, Vanders,"
and hurried, hobbled really, after the other Legionnaire.
Were they really talking about this? Having a serious sit down heart to heart over magic? Awesome.
"Actually I haven't had any painkillers since .. uhh. a while."
He didn't sound proud about it. Jay wasn't trying to be a hero. He was just being practical. There was a limited supply of that stuff and there were other people worse off than him. "But I get what you're saying. You feel like a million bucks, but you're still on the verge of dropping dead. Playing with fire. Dangerous, got it."
Which was why a spell like that should only be used as a last resort. Like when a team was under heavy fire and one of the four couldn't walk.
Why did he ask? Well, because he had a sneaking feeling he'd already experienced something along those lines. He also had a significant feeling who was responsible.
"Uhh, no reason, Mr. Wizard,"
he clapped Vanders on the shoulder. He grinned awkwardly in a way he assumed was convincing. Turns out, though, Jay was a terrible liar.
They returned topside. Jared made the steps a bit weary, but he was a spring chicken compared to Jay. Turns out, climbing stairs without bending your left leg was damn hard.
He was sweating like a pig by the time they made it to the main floor. They received a few strange looks from the men walking around who no doubt were wondering what the hell was going on downstairs. Jay shrugged apologetically. He couldn't say why. But the Legionnaires were understanding. In fact, one guy that Jay recognized from having brought him food those first few days he was weak as a kitten.
He quickly turned to the Wizard. "I'll see you later, Vanders,"
and hurried, hobbled really, after the other Legionnaire.
Only darkness shows you the light.