[A former assassin and a nasty crime boy walk into a bar. Unfortunately, the only joke here is the state of the place. The bar stools have been tossed all over the room, the restaurant tables beyond are in shambles, the lights only sputter when switched on, the classy (gaudy) decor now litters the floor in the form of glass and pottery shards, and the door to the kitchen in back is partly blocked by knee-high rubble. The kitchen in particular took a direct hit from a mid-size boulder just hours ago, and while that was blessedly outside of this establishment's normal opening times, that doesn't mean the proprietor isn't keen to get that stupid rock out of there - to the point of enlisting random teenagers off the street for it.
Honestly, Sagi isn't sure two of them is enough to haul the rock anywhere, given how the damage looked from outside. He doesn't mind carrying things, but a boulder is pushing it. It's just, the restaurant proprietor insisted that even taking an inventory of the less damaged equipment would be enough, and they looked so stressed out when they said it... He's determined to at least try. At worst, he can call his familiar back from wherever it wandered off to after the attack and make an attempt to literally push the rock.]
What a mess. Watch your step.
[Giving up on the light switch for now, he wills his own light magic into a vaguely rectangular shape just above the palm of his hand, glowing a harsh greenish-white. That's close enough to a flashlight for now, probably.
He starts to shine it around the room -]
...Wait. Is that smoke?
[That's not something you want to smell without an obvious idea of where it came from...]
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Honestly, Sagi isn't sure two of them is enough to haul the rock anywhere, given how the damage looked from outside. He doesn't mind carrying things, but a boulder is pushing it. It's just, the restaurant proprietor insisted that even taking an inventory of the less damaged equipment would be enough, and they looked so stressed out when they said it... He's determined to at least try. At worst, he can call his familiar back from wherever it wandered off to after the attack and make an attempt to literally push the rock.]
What a mess. Watch your step.
[Giving up on the light switch for now, he wills his own light magic into a vaguely rectangular shape just above the palm of his hand, glowing a harsh greenish-white. That's close enough to a flashlight for now, probably.
He starts to shine it around the room -]
...Wait. Is that smoke?
[That's not something you want to smell without an obvious idea of where it came from...]