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paradisalogs2013-10-05 06:02 pm
ofthursday) wrote in paradisalogs2013-10-05 06:02 pm
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Who: Castiel, OPEN
What: Castiel botches a spell.
When: Saturday, the 10th
Where: His room, and then the castle pool
Rating: PG most likely
Castiel really didn't have an excuse for why he hadn't tried this earlier.
There were explanations he could give, like being distracted learning to live as a human, or mental shock, or even simply getting acclimated to this place, but they were all pretty lame. In reality, he hadn't done the spell because he hadn't thought about it, and he had no better reason than that.
So, now that he had--and now that the castle wasn't giving him random useless items when he asked for the components he needed--he had set up the ritual. He didn't believe, really, that it would work, as surely he wasn't the only person in this place that knew a spell for traveling between dimensions, but he was going to try anyway. If it failed, perhaps how it failed would give him an idea of how to develop a method that might work.
And hopefully it failing wouldn't kill him or something.
He mixed the ingredients he needed up in his room, drawing the sigil on the new glass door he'd asked for, and then spent several minutes frowning at it. The spell required going through the door, and he was distinctly aware of that it would actually hurt to do so, and while he had an incredibly high pain tolerance that didn't mean he was interested in throwing himself through a glass door. Still, it was for science, and so after a few more moments of psyching himself up Castiel stepped back, then launched himself into the glass.
He hit tile hard, knocking the wind out of himself and striking his head hard enough to end up dazed. He winced in pain, rolling onto his side to try to catch his breath, and ended up going right over the edge of the pool into the water. Fortunately it wasn't deep and he was able to just scrabble up to standing, making something of a pitiful picture as he was drenched and covered in cuts from the glass, head resting on his arms on the side of the pool.
This was definitely not home. This was a swimming pool, and he was pretty sure it was the one in the castle. Great. Failure, as expected, but he'd gained nothing but a headache.
What a pointless endeavor.
What: Castiel botches a spell.
When: Saturday, the 10th
Where: His room, and then the castle pool
Rating: PG most likely
Castiel really didn't have an excuse for why he hadn't tried this earlier.
There were explanations he could give, like being distracted learning to live as a human, or mental shock, or even simply getting acclimated to this place, but they were all pretty lame. In reality, he hadn't done the spell because he hadn't thought about it, and he had no better reason than that.
So, now that he had--and now that the castle wasn't giving him random useless items when he asked for the components he needed--he had set up the ritual. He didn't believe, really, that it would work, as surely he wasn't the only person in this place that knew a spell for traveling between dimensions, but he was going to try anyway. If it failed, perhaps how it failed would give him an idea of how to develop a method that might work.
And hopefully it failing wouldn't kill him or something.
He mixed the ingredients he needed up in his room, drawing the sigil on the new glass door he'd asked for, and then spent several minutes frowning at it. The spell required going through the door, and he was distinctly aware of that it would actually hurt to do so, and while he had an incredibly high pain tolerance that didn't mean he was interested in throwing himself through a glass door. Still, it was for science, and so after a few more moments of psyching himself up Castiel stepped back, then launched himself into the glass.
He hit tile hard, knocking the wind out of himself and striking his head hard enough to end up dazed. He winced in pain, rolling onto his side to try to catch his breath, and ended up going right over the edge of the pool into the water. Fortunately it wasn't deep and he was able to just scrabble up to standing, making something of a pitiful picture as he was drenched and covered in cuts from the glass, head resting on his arms on the side of the pool.
This was definitely not home. This was a swimming pool, and he was pretty sure it was the one in the castle. Great. Failure, as expected, but he'd gained nothing but a headache.
What a pointless endeavor.