[Yeah, she’s not about to yell at the closed doors of this mall elevator. She leans her cane against the wall next to the door and painstakingly taps a couple of messages out on her little network device.]
Yes.
[More tapping.]
I’m going to try to open the door.
[Even if she knew the spell to do this, she wouldn’t be able to cast it now, without Belzath with her. There’s also no way that she can even attempt to lever the door open herself; even if she had the right tools, she just doesn’t have the strength. But that doesn’t mean that she is without options.
Since she formed her pact, Lilias has learned the value of taking the time to do things the smart way. If she can take the necessary time, she prefers to plan and strategize and put together a solution to solve her problems with elegant efficiency. It allows for reduced risk, collateral, energy expenditure; for increased convenience and chance for success. This is her preference both in spellcraft and in life, and it is why, in the weeks since she arrived here, she has spent so much of her time learning all she can about this world, its magic, and its people.
But sometimes a more immediate approach is required. Sometimes someone is trapped in the elevator of a public mall and the local emergency services are too busy putting out fires to come wedge open a door. So since she has no specialized solution to this problem and no physical ability to tackle it—she’ll just have to brute-force it with magic.
Summoning a very rudimentary knowledge of elevator doors, she rests her hands against the cool metal and pushes a surge of lightning back through the mechanical arm all the way to the door’s motor, demanding it open the door for her. With a noise like a metal fork being fried in a microwave, the door jerks about halfway open before the motor shorts out in a rather fantastic explosion of sparks and a billow of acrid smoke.]
no subject
Yes.
[More tapping.]
I’m going to try to open the door.
[Even if she knew the spell to do this, she wouldn’t be able to cast it now, without Belzath with her. There’s also no way that she can even attempt to lever the door open herself; even if she had the right tools, she just doesn’t have the strength. But that doesn’t mean that she is without options.
Since she formed her pact, Lilias has learned the value of taking the time to do things the smart way. If she can take the necessary time, she prefers to plan and strategize and put together a solution to solve her problems with elegant efficiency. It allows for reduced risk, collateral, energy expenditure; for increased convenience and chance for success. This is her preference both in spellcraft and in life, and it is why, in the weeks since she arrived here, she has spent so much of her time learning all she can about this world, its magic, and its people.
But sometimes a more immediate approach is required. Sometimes someone is trapped in the elevator of a public mall and the local emergency services are too busy putting out fires to come wedge open a door. So since she has no specialized solution to this problem and no physical ability to tackle it—she’ll just have to brute-force it with magic.
Summoning a very rudimentary knowledge of elevator doors, she rests her hands against the cool metal and pushes a surge of lightning back through the mechanical arm all the way to the door’s motor, demanding it open the door for her. With a noise like a metal fork being fried in a microwave, the door jerks about halfway open before the motor shorts out in a rather fantastic explosion of sparks and a billow of acrid smoke.]