10th Contract - [video/action]

[conesoldstober]

[Howl is on his front lawn. He's beaming, looking happier than he's been in months, his blond hair flying artfully in the wind.]

Good morning, City. Or is it afternoon? I've been rather preoccupied, actually.

[He sends another blinding grin in the direction of the camera before he turns around. He raises his arms, and begins to speak. The words sound not entirely like his own voice, and don't seem to stay in your mind no matter how well you listen. They finish with a crack of thunder, and suddenly storm clouds start to fill the clear blue sky. They gather over the lawn where Howl is standing, and it begins to rain torrentially, carefully avoiding getting Howl wet of course. After a few moments it clears, the clouds dispersing to leave hot, wet sunshine and a single rainbow.

He's grinning so hard his face might split.]



bloody hell it feels good to be back.



[ooc: Howl's magic is returned! Which means he is in a celebratory mood. /nudgenudgewinkwink. Feel free to come by his place to witness this little display, or bump into him around town.]

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[keepinitsaucy]

[YER A WIZARD HOWL.

Andy happens to be passing by, out for a walk that afternoon, and stops to stare at the display. That is probably one of the single most cool things he has ever seen since coming to the City.]

Man, that is awesome!

[He does, however, lament the lack of umbrella, but so things go.]

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[conesoldstober]

Thank you! It rather was wasn't it?

[And since he's right there and Howl's feeling rather triumphant about all this... have a blond Welshman kissing you now, Andy. Congratulations?]

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[keepinitsaucy]

Yeah it's --

[Andy has no idea what to do; it's like his brain has short circuited. About the only thing he can manage is a squeak of surprise and a short flail.]

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[conesoldstober]

[Howl takes pity on him and pulls back before there's any chance for tongue.]

I can't say that was exactly planned.

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[misterblackbird]

[Dodging raindrops and stuff, feeling a bit put out over having to dodge aforementioned raindrops. Lame!]

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[keepinitsaucy]

Um...

[His brain is still trying to catch up. His first kiss since 8th grade and it's with another man. Yay?]

So you can... do magic?

[conesoldstober]

I'd have thought that was rather clear.

[conesoldstober]

[Getting wet? He no curr. He has magic, okay. Which is why Cain is getting swept up into a victory kiss as he walks by. Surprise!]

[misterblackbird]

[OH EM GEE WAT? This is not as planned, no, not at all. Please excuse him as he struggles to extricate himself.]

[keepinitsaucy]

Yeah, with the weather stuff... I guess. Yeah.







Did you just kiss me?

[conesoldstober]

Not been checking the network today, have you?

[conesoldstober]

[He's not going to keep anyone around who's not into it. He at least has the decency to look slightly ashamed of himself when they part.]

[keepinitsaucy]

No.

Shoot.

It's a curse, isn't it?

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[candothat]

[Chekov is just... you know, hanging around. Like he do.]

Howl! You have your magic back!

[And now he's throwing himself at Howl and kissing him. Like he--wait. That's not normal.]

[misterblackbird]

[Yes, at least you've got that much decency. It's a wonder you've any at all.

Cain is more put out than ever. Honestly!]

I do beg your pardon.

[conesoldstober]

Given the clues, I'm beginning to suspect, yes.

[conesoldstober]

No need to beg, you have my pardon freely.

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[conesoldstober]

Yes! It's brilliant, isn-

[AHHH PAVEL LIPS. He wasn't planning on this.]

[misterblackbird]

You might've asked mine before grabbing me, then.

[conesoldstober]

I can't be blamed if you didn't check the network before leaving the house this morning.

[misterblackbird]

But I did--and the window, too, since the view tells one as much as the Network does.

[conesoldstober]

Then clearly you didn't pay very good attention.

Snogging seems to be a popular theme today.

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[candothat]

[KLDSJF;S:KFDJDSKJD! Chekov scrambles away from Howl, as mortified as ever a seventeen year-old was and stammering out what may well be an apology in a language that is certainly not English.]

Tchyo za ga lima! Prastite, prasti--sorry! Sorry sorry sorry!

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[conesoldstober]

It's alright, Pavel. There seems to be a curse of this theme on today.

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[candothat]

Yes, I saw this on the network, and that is why I stayed home today. That was not so clever, maybe.

[He just. That. Um.]

I think I will be in my room.