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[video] Late March 9th
Nov. 19th, 2010 09:56 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
mediocrespells[Hazel is standing in the middle of the room with her staff. There is a flower visible at her feet. For some strange reason she sticks what looks like a small scrap of fabric in her shirt.]
Now lets see if I can...
[She takes a few steps away from the flower and points her staff at it. A small flame soon shoots out of the end and catches the flower. Almost immediately there is a bright flash of light and the sound of a small explosion. For a few minutes the view is obstructed by a cloud of smoke.
When the smoke clears the flower and Hazel are nowhere to be seen... though strangely, Hazel's clothes are in a pile on the floor.]
Well crap.
[If one were to look closely they'd see that something small is moving around under the clothes. After a few minutes Hazel, now a fairy for the second time, comes out of the shirt wearing the little scrap of fabric, actually a tiny dress, that she had put in her shirt earlier. She was muttering something about backlash from destroying an enchanted object.
She brushes her hair out of her face and flies over to the camera.]
...That didn't go as bad as I thought it would.
[And she shuts off the recording.]
Now lets see if I can...
[She takes a few steps away from the flower and points her staff at it. A small flame soon shoots out of the end and catches the flower. Almost immediately there is a bright flash of light and the sound of a small explosion. For a few minutes the view is obstructed by a cloud of smoke.
When the smoke clears the flower and Hazel are nowhere to be seen... though strangely, Hazel's clothes are in a pile on the floor.]
Well crap.
[If one were to look closely they'd see that something small is moving around under the clothes. After a few minutes Hazel, now a fairy for the second time, comes out of the shirt wearing the little scrap of fabric, actually a tiny dress, that she had put in her shirt earlier. She was muttering something about backlash from destroying an enchanted object.
She brushes her hair out of her face and flies over to the camera.]
...That didn't go as bad as I thought it would.
[And she shuts off the recording.]
