endgames: (No seriously)
Nara Shikamaru ([personal profile] endgames) wrote2012-05-31 05:40 pm

024 -- [Action]

[It is on the fourth day of the experiment that Shikamaru leaves his apartment. Free of those stupid thought bubbles, this should've been a good thing. But as he walked, it felt like he was being drawn to something. A weird breeze picked up. The sky literally became overcast. Ominous shit, man. 8|

It's only when he walked past a tree that he saw it. His old foe thought long gone when he defenestrated it months ago.]


Oh, not this again-

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May 27 - June 1

[For these four days of the experiment, around the village there is a toaster ~magic lamp~ waiting to be found. In that tree! On that bench! On top of that fountain! How did it get in all these weird places? NO IDEA. But pick it up, and BAM. SMOKE PELLETS, and you suddenly have your very own genie (barefoot, with an outfit something like this). Careful what you wish for.]

Can we make this quick?



[[ ooc: So Shikamaru's fairy-taled into a genie again! You get three (3) wishes, and he will be 'granting' them as literally as possible.

As per the guidelines of the old fairy-tale event: nothing wished for is actually real. It will look like it is! But your character is either interacting with something imaginary or a mundane object: like thinking they picked up a magic lamp when it's really a toaster. Wish to be a sorcerer? While effected it's like COOL YOU HAVE MAGIC POWERS. Only not really, you were just pointing at things.

TL;DR: it's one giant game of pretend. Have fun. 8|b ]]
talentsgirl: (The Sight | Shows As You Really Are)

Day 4 1/2

[personal profile] talentsgirl 2012-06-10 06:51 am (UTC)(link)
I'll need to try them out first.

[And, good as Molly is at this game, she tenses. What she's about to do is something she's been warned against, but right now she figures it's worth the risk in... so many ways.

She stares down at her newly enchanted shoes and opens her Sight.

What she sees when she opens her eyes are... the shoes that she was wearing when she left the house, and swirling around them, a maelstrom of strange, sickly, purple light. A shift? It felt strange, like oil in her mind. But not true, transformative magic, nothing permanent - it barely had anything other than the consistency of an illusion.

She released her sight after no more than a few seconds. There was no need to look for long. She'd never forget what she saw.]