And above all, no wishing for more wishes

[consultmybooks]

Characters: Rupert Giles and YOU!
Open? Oh, yes.
Where: All around Schwanheim and the surrounding farmland
When: All day 2nd of Rebirth's Decline
What: Giles is stuck in a bottle. Giles would very much like to let out of the bottle. Giles will grant you a wish should you let him out of the bottle. And if you don't want a messed up poltergeist throwing furniture around, you should probably take him up on that.
Warnings: PG - Mayhem and chaos, but probably nothing much worse.
A bottle catches your eye, as you go about your business

It might be sitting on the dresser of your room, on a windowsill as you walk down the street, or just laying in the grass as though carelessly discarded. It seems, in all aspects, to be a perfectly ordinary bottle...except, well, you probably know by now that it's never a perfectly ordinary anything. For one thing, it seems to contain something, a swirling white mist that seems to move throughout the bottle like a living thing, trapped and testing the walls of its prisons. For another, well, for those who can sense it there's an undeniable spark of power about the bottle, a sense of magic, something that just makes it stand out. And for a third, it's just quite a nice bottle.

Maybe it was left here just for you to find. How else can you explain how it wound up here, just where you happened to look at this very instant, sitting just where it needed to catch your eye?

Go on, pick it up. It will fit nicely in your pocket (even if you don't currently have any pockets) and a bottle is a useful sort of thing to have around, isn't it?

Well, once it's empty. Maybe you should uncork it and shoo that strange mist out, first. Can't tell what it might do to whatever you put inside, otherwise.

Comments

[greatsquirrelhunter]

Faolan bounds to his feet, hopping around Giles to help him. He's been a ghost. He might need help with walking. Faolan can hold his hand and point out good things to throw and catch.

[consultmybooks]

Having weight and mass again is taking some getting used to. He's only been a ghost for several days, but damned if they weren't a long and busy several days where itwas adapting or unpleasantness. So, he'll let Faolan hold his hand. And, after some searching, he'll dig up a half burned branch, remnant of some long cold firepit.

"Will this do?" he asks, holding it up for Faolan to see.

[greatsquirrelhunter]

"Yes, Giles!" Faolan claps his hands and bounces. "Watch me run! Watch me catch!"

[consultmybooks]

"I'm certain it will be impressive."

Here's the windup...and the pitch! The stick goes sailing over the grass and into the distance. "Fetch!"

[greatsquirrelhunter]

Faolan hares off after it. In a push for speed, he unthinkingly changes into a puppy, body darting forward more. He bunches his legs and gives a leap, catching the stick long before it hits the ground.

Turning, he runs back to Giles, holding the stick up and wagging his tail as he waits for praise.

[consultmybooks]

...that was impressive.

In hindsight, there were probably a great many signs, but werewolves have always been low on Giles' list of potential threats. It never crossed his mind, and yet, as Faolan smoothly transitions from one shape to the other, it...makes a great deal of sense.

Even so, Faolan can expect a good bit of staring as he trots back over, before Giles shakes himself out of it and bends down to pat Faolan on the head.

"Good boy," he says, reaching out to take the stick. "Very fast, for your size. Um, very impressive."

[greatsquirrelhunter]

Oh! He is being praised and petted! Faolan's tail wags harder and he moves closer to rub against Giles' leg.

More, grandpa? More? He crouches down playfully, barking once.