Chaswh di Gahhr

"So I'm allowed to try it?" Zorvan remembered the other time he'd done the weather spell... The tornado uprooted multiple villages.

"Yes. Trust in yourself, and focus."

((Oooohhhh gods, this should be interesting.))

Zorvan raises his arms, lifting his hat so that it no longer covered his eyes. He wave his arms a bit and chanted.

((Gonna roll?))

((it's a long spell, usually takes someone else to post for it to happen, but I'll make an exception.))

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Loup watches expectantly, readying his magick, just in case.

((... You shouldn't have trusted him. Really. At all. Ever... Heh.))

The sky becomes darker, and behind them, near the remains of the school, a column of wind forms, larger than a tornado. The rain intensifies, and a hurricane forms. The wind becomes worse, reaching gale level in an instant. But, to Zorvans credit, no pink anywhere.

"... Um... oops. I messed up..." Zorvan looks very unhappy.

"Oh bugger.... Well, at least they aren't pink, Zorvan."

"I guess... It's still a hurricane..." He says, in a very depressed monotone.

"So? It's actually pretty cool."

"But I wanted to make the weather better... This could destroy this staircase..." As if he was a prophet, the hurricane starts moving towards them slowly.

Loup sighs, muttering about how he doesn't want to deal with it.

Zorvan looks like he has an Idea. "I could do the spell again! There's absolutely no way it could get worse!" And he's moving up on the mood chart! He starts casting his weather spell immediately!

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((Or not.))

The hurricane just sort of ... falls apart, and the clouds released by it darken , and pour out rain enough that it could be called a waterfall. Above them, more clouds, equally dark, form, and start pouring as well. From the remains of the hurricane a tornado forms, and fire spews forth from the top only to be extinguished by the waterfall rain.
"Well... it's better, I guess!" Zorvan says.

Loup sighs, holds up his staff, muttering some words, and the weather turns back to its usual nature.

Waori gives them a glare. "That wasn't necessary. Now we're cold and wet." She grumbled. "Come on, there's a cave right here." She stops by the opening to a cave, glaring at them.

"Don't glare at me, I fixed it," Loup grumbled, going into the cave.

She glances at Zorvan, then picks him up by the cape and throws him in.

"Gaaaah!" He goes pretty far, chaos mages must be rather light. He hits the ground and skids forwards a little before stopping.

Loup walks up, picking him up and dusting him off.

"Geh! How dare she throw me!" Zorvan looks mad now.

Loup flicks him in the nose. "Enough, grudge later, survive now."

Zorvan looks startled, and then sighs angrily. "Okay. But I'll remember that."