Yeah. That's... bad. Tommy frowns. Why couldn't he be the one that people came after? Whatever.
"It... would probably be better for me to do this from out here. Fix the wall, get rid of any other burn damage. Hold on. Give me a moment. Catch me if I fall."
He closes his eyes and starts to rise up, his hands spreading and glowing with that green light as he chants a little under his breath. There is a lot here that needs done so this take a very carefully arranged mantra whispered under his breath. Mostly along the the lines of 'how it was this morning.'
And the shattered rubble of bricks and mortar rise up around them, rise up toward the wall. The light must catch attention because for a moment Mrs. Kaplan's head is briefly visible poking out through the window before the pieces all gather back in and seal up perfectly, like the wall was never hurt.
Tommy? It's definitely the last of his magical power, and sure enough, he starts to wobble in the air and falls.
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Date: 2019-09-30 03:08 am (UTC)"It... would probably be better for me to do this from out here. Fix the wall, get rid of any other burn damage. Hold on. Give me a moment. Catch me if I fall."
He closes his eyes and starts to rise up, his hands spreading and glowing with that green light as he chants a little under his breath. There is a lot here that needs done so this take a very carefully arranged mantra whispered under his breath. Mostly along the the lines of 'how it was this morning.'
And the shattered rubble of bricks and mortar rise up around them, rise up toward the wall. The light must catch attention because for a moment Mrs. Kaplan's head is briefly visible poking out through the window before the pieces all gather back in and seal up perfectly, like the wall was never hurt.
Tommy? It's definitely the last of his magical power, and sure enough, he starts to wobble in the air and falls.