It's no secret that David Stutler is still prone to making mistakes when it comes to magic, even in spite of all his training. So far, he's: accidentally set fire to his apartment, created a Little Shop of Horrors situation with a house plant, and made Tank disappear. Balthazar, of course, fixed all of these, and life went on.
The situation he's found himself in now, however, takes the cake.
(He wishes there were cake. Alas.)
He's staring at the front door of the Arcana Cabana, hair smoking slightly and reeking of magic-gone-wrong-again. He furrows his brows and absently dusts his head off, not particularly caring about the smoke or smell.
"Oh, man. This... is bad," he decides. The Arcana Cabana doesn't exist anymore. And yet.
Maybe, he thinks, this is another one of Balthazar's lessons. Maybe it's a lesson on time travel! Or maybe he's just asleep. (Or maybe he just really messed up and he's in deep [expletive deleted].)
Regardless of what's happened, he can't resist the urge to pass through those doors again. He tiptoes up the stairs, carefully opens the front door, and pokes his head inside. His eyes go wide at the sight of all the familiar oddities in the shop, then drift over to the two men—
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Date: 2012-01-12 06:54 pm (UTC)The situation he's found himself in now, however, takes the cake.
(He wishes there were cake. Alas.)
He's staring at the front door of the Arcana Cabana, hair smoking slightly and reeking of magic-gone-wrong-again. He furrows his brows and absently dusts his head off, not particularly caring about the smoke or smell.
"Oh, man. This... is bad," he decides. The Arcana Cabana doesn't exist anymore. And yet.
Maybe, he thinks, this is another one of Balthazar's lessons. Maybe it's a lesson on time travel! Or maybe he's just asleep. (Or maybe he just really messed up and he's in deep [expletive deleted].)
Regardless of what's happened, he can't resist the urge to pass through those doors again. He tiptoes up the stairs, carefully opens the front door, and pokes his head inside. His eyes go wide at the sight of all the familiar oddities in the shop, then drift over to the two men—
And Dave screams.