[OPEN] All the angels on the wires || Gettin' dizzy from the heights...

[purmoncul.livejournal.com]

WHO: Srs and YOU!
WHERE: ALL OVER THE PLACE
WHEN: All week long
WARNINGS: ...Sirius?
SUMMARY: Sirius flies around the city. Sort of.
FORMAT: ANY


Just because Sirius didn't have a day job didn't mean that he sat around idly. He'd moved his workshop to a new location, and had several projects going on at once to keep himself occupied. The project that concerned him most today was refining the broom that he and his friends had been working on for the past year / since he was 15, depending on how you looked at it.

...He tried not to look at it too close, it made his thoughts go crosseyed.

Having tried something different with the varnish on this one, he's decided to take it out for a spin, and will do over the course of the week as he tweaks this and adjusts that. And really, there are worse things to do than just fly around the city, seeing the sites and meeting people. All in all, it's been a rewarding enterprise.

Or it was, until something went a bit wrong, and a strong updraft sent him tumbling head over heels in mid-air!

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[purmoncul.livejournal.com]

A conjured rope comes flying down to Mike.

"You'll want to tie it to something secure!"

Sirius suspected that the turtles were heavier than most humans - they just had an air of solidity to them - but he didn't want to risk yanking Mike off the roof.

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Miss a catch? Mike? Not unless it was funny, he wouldn't. He takes the rope and swings it behind his back, so that the dome of his shell is working as resistance.

"On it."

Mike...is pretty sturdy. He's not as big as Raph, but he's still pretty solid. That said? Sirius has some momentum working in his favor. Holding firm on the line Mike makes his way over towards the nearest chimney stack for extra leverage.

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Sirius keeps the rope flowing, so that Mike doesn't get tugged around. As soon as it's secured to the chimney, Sirius attaches his end to the broom and slides off down the rope.

Just as he'd hoped, as soon as he wasn't actually on it, the broom stopped flailing about. Sirius had, however, forgotten what happens to somebody's hands when they slide down a rope, even a magical one like this.

"Ow. Ow. Ow ow ow ow ow OW OW OW OW OW OW!!!"

He lets go as soon as possible, falling a few feet onto the rooftop, and clutching his hands to his chest. SMOOTH GOING, SIRIUS.

[michaeljangelo.livejournal.com]

Silly mammals. Don't they realize that their skin is too thin for that kind of thing?

"That was not your best plan ever," says Mike making sure his knotwork is secure. "Lemme see what I've got in my satchel."

He breaks for the bag over next to his now long forgotten lunch.

"I usually keep a little something in here for emergencies."

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Sirius shakes his head and pulls out his wand.

"I am still a wizard, Mike. Episky. Ow. Episky. Ow."

He'd need to get someone, probably Remus, to see to them further later, but the charm would do for his hands for now.

"Unless the something you have in there is an emergency sandwich, in which case you are indeed my savior."

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He stops rummaging through the bag with an, "Oh. Right. Neat trick."
Because, it really kind of is. Though the wonder melts into a grin at the mention of the sandwich.

"I don't know about another sandwich, but I've got snacks. You itching for sweet or salty?"