[OOM: Out by the Lake, just below where one would climb to the roof.]
*The rain has let up enough for Raph to do some additional tinkering on his bike out back. Sure, he could easily be doing this inside, but since his tent fried forcing him to move back into the bar proper, he take any opportunity to be outside that he can.
It's not claustrophobia. It's just...being outdoorsy. Yeah, that's it.*
It's not claustrophobia. It's just...being outdoorsy. Yeah, that's it.*
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The witch cranes her head and looks speculatively up at the roof.
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*Raph looks up as well.*
Wanna lift?
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If you're not a big fan of heights, don't look down. 'M just sayin'. First time we convinced April to do this she nearly yacked...right after she came close to chokin' Leo to death.
*Ahh good times.*
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*He lowers himself into a bit of a crouch, making it easier for her to climb on his back.*
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*And with that he leaps straight into the air, landing about ten feet up the vertical wall. The claws grab the brick work, but make no noise when doing so.
Raph climbs.*
Man, if you can get this thing workin' again, well that'll just make my whole freakin' day. I been crashin' in the gym an' shit since the blackout.
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It's actually sort of fun, the climbing. Particularly since she doesn't have to do any of the work.
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*Two thirds climbed, one third to go.*
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*There isn't a stifled laugh there. Not at all. And Raph's ears and neck do not begin to turn a blush red. Nope. It's just her imagination.*
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*Raph backs down the wall a hand hold, pulling his knees closer to his center of gravity. His back shifts as he finds the right balance with the added weight...then he jumps. The last ten feet or so of wall is quickly bipassed, as well as the raised edge of the roof.
Raph lands in a crouch, with one hand palm down on the ground.*
Uh....'bout a week ago. Yeah, no exactly a week ago.
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Half talking to herself, the witch walks around the perimeter of the tent, her wand out. She mutters a few spells, attempting to suss out the problem. Then she ducks into the tent.
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All except one area over on the couch. While the rest of the tent is covered in a fine layer of pollen and dust, this one section of couch remains spotless. It's not something one would right away notice with the naked eye...but she is scanning with a wand.
Something was here. Something left a shadow in the wake of the explosion.*
Wish I could tell ya', but I ain't got no freakin' clue.
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The couch? Oh, that's just where I listen to the game.
*Every man has a spot on the couch, this is Raph's.*
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Finally, she straightens up. "Well, mate," Tonks sighs, "Dunno what to tell you. Think this model's pretty well bollocksed. We'd have to start from scratch with all the spells. Reckon we'd be better off getting you a new one."
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Thanks for lookin' though.
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*And on sale even.*
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He'll get a tent. And he'll probably grumble about how nice it is. She doesn't care.
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