Tohunga (Oct 18, 2010 10:47:36 PM)
(This user has entered Cas' house) (IP = 222.154.16.71)
Cas Brimley (Oct 18, 2010 10:55:33 PM)
*Cas has a stack of printer proofs and examples of "Grand Opening" ads spread over her desk, and she's currently sitting..beneath them. On the floor below her desk in a crossed-legged sprawl that's a far cry from the traditional Lotus pose. Tanned fingers on each temple to rub at them while the printer hums overhead..spewing out more potential designs. She's narrowed down her weekends for the event, her staff is trained and in place, she's just working on the advertising. Sadly..she's all spent.*
Cas Brimley (Oct 18, 2010 11:01:50 PM)
*Late nights at Aislinn's place lately have added up, and while Audrey tries to cuddle with her, it's just not the same as 8 hours of sleep. Trying to settle Jareth on several occasions has proven exhausting exercise as well, she hasn't had to keep up a mantra for that long since she was studying in her first weeks with Sifu Chang. And all that means for the imp, is that she's brainfried..and hiding under her desk. From her own printer.*
Tohunga (Oct 18, 2010 11:04:15 PM)
As she works, her bangles click against each other a couple of times and she finds her eyes drawn to them, thinking about how she gained them and what life has been like since, its perhaps sorta weird how little she often thinks in the recent days how different she is from not so long ago. (if this is off, just ignore me :-D)
Cas Brimley (Oct 18, 2010 11:15:26 PM)
((lol Okies..She's actually come to the point where she realizes that with or without contact with Aidan (her avatar)..and regardless of what the outside looks like, she's still her. lol Screw the rest! *fistpump!* ^_^ )) *She reaches to shove her wonder up on her arm further so it will stop clinking against the wide bangle on her wrist while she rubs her tempes. And the thickness of the gold on her wrists serves for an ample reminder what Stagnation will earn her..trying to clear her mind and get just another hour out of her brain. One hour..she tells herself.. then sleep. I just have to email out my choices and then I'll sleep the whole day.. One hour..*
Tohunga (Oct 18, 2010 11:17:22 PM)
As shes pushing at herself to keep alert and awake, she feels something she might've been worried she might never have felt again. A touch of power starting to roll through her ... and all her letterwork starts to flick around as if caught in small gusts of wind.
Cas Brimley (Oct 18, 2010 11:22:40 PM)
*well that successfully wipes the agenda out of her noggin, and letting go of mundane concerns, she reaches to embrace that feeling. Letting go of the rest of her thoughts to present the clean black canvas and the single burning flower that has been her meditation focus since the start*
Tohunga (Oct 18, 2010 11:24:08 PM)
As shes meditating, her legs start to disappear amidst the flurry, papers getting thrown this way and that... power flowing through her body again, oh yes ... she had forgotten how good it felt... (yw to describe the transformation)
Cas Brimley (Oct 18, 2010 11:25:32 PM)
((umm.. she doesn't have a sanctum. lol Last time that manifested outside a sanctum she got sucked into a bead..))
Tohunga (Oct 18, 2010 11:25:47 PM)
(no sanctum this time, i know)
Cas Brimley (Oct 18, 2010 11:25:55 PM)
((Okies. lol))
Cas Brimley (Oct 18, 2010 11:29:15 PM)
*a flicker of panic..calming as she realizes it couldn't have -started- outside the sanctum if it were randomly going to vanish her legs. She's not the one tugging it outside the range this time. Lost in the joy of the feeling, she really..doesn't care what's happening to those printer proofs, laughing a little as they flew about the room*
Tohunga (Oct 18, 2010 11:30:59 PM)
Her laughter starts to get a new touch to it as her clothing begins to adjust, her body pushing into the role, becoming the genie again. Losing a sense of feeling in her feet as the wind grows, the vortex starting to form again.
Cas Brimley (Oct 18, 2010 11:32:46 PM)
*she drops the temple-rubbing and reaches up to free her long hair to fly about as well, devoid of gravity as it is. And once her hair tie is out, she drops it to wind little fingers around her prayer beads instead, firmly in control of her -own- life..if content to ride the wind for a bit*
Tohunga (Oct 18, 2010 11:33:56 PM)
Looking down, things continue until conclusion, the hum of power felt throughout her form as she becomes genie true.
Cas Brimley (Oct 18, 2010 11:41:16 PM)
*no mirrors in her office, but she doesn't need one to know her eyes glowed white and her long hair drifted out around her to twist and writhe in the breeze. Her clothes are a faint golden gauze that drifts about her waifish form to hide what they must and tease with what they don't. She looks down to the spinning vortex where her legs should be..and checks to be certain she's got a grip on those beads before taking a deep breath and raising her hands out from her sides* Mm.. how much of my house should I wreck trying to fly.. *drifting toward the large window to shut the blinds carefully*
Tohunga (Oct 18, 2010 11:43:16 PM)
The binds close, though it takes a couple of moments to grab them, lightly billowing in the air disturbance -she- creates. Its curious how good this feels, given the stigmas and problems that come with being a genie and really ... a potentialy controlled one.
Cas Brimley (Oct 18, 2010 11:53:25 PM)
*it -does- feel good, if colder than she prefers in the throes of her power. And she's not above enjoying the high, she twists and sails through the air to her hallway..poking her head out to check where the next window was..to see if she can sweep low across the floor and get to it to shut it, an impish gleam in the white light*
Tohunga (Oct 18, 2010 11:54:44 PM)
Its as much of a challenge to do this without being seen and in a way makes it an even better game. Though to be fair her home is going to look like it had a small tornado go through it by the end...
Cas Brimley (Oct 18, 2010 11:54:55 PM)
((Because it did!!))
Cas Brimley (Oct 18, 2010 11:57:21 PM)
*fortunately, many of the same things generally considered fire hazards are those things that billow about dangerously..and Cas has a minimum of them. Horizontal and vertical blinds, with gauzy draperies merely pinned to the outside decoratively..well clear of her floor and now..of her winds. She sinks low, sliding over her floors weightlessly almost on her tummy as she giggles, rising up the wall beside the next window, closing the blinds tight and working her way similarly through her home*