Lackadaisy: Rocky Learns Magic (cause why not?)

Waiting... so fun

So now I was waiting. It got boring quick and I decided to play the violin. I put my hands together and then pulled them apart quickly which made a violin and a bow.

"There."

I started playing some tunes and decided to try saying a poem. It was called a laughing heart by a person named Charles Bukowski.

"Your life is your life

don't let it be clubbed into dank submission.

be on the watch.

there are ways out.

there is light somewhere.

it may not be much light but

It beats the darkness."

Ricky told me this one. Hopefully I'd be able to find my way out of this weirdness.

"Well hun, that sounded beautiful. You a musician?"

"I am, but my main job focuses on other... let's just say things."

'Prohibition has ended in this reality, so don't talk about speakeasies, or rum running, or anything old timy.'

-alright.-

There was a quickly click sound and light.

"Gah. What was that?"

"Just my phone. it'll help me post about the really tall weirdo that happened to get the grimoire."

I sighed. Was I really weird?

"Well, uh, I wasn't always tall. This book made me tall n a sense."

"Hum. That's interesting actually." Moxxie was talking.

"Your affinity with magic is quite strong, and most people with strong affinity with magic are really tall for some reason."

I chuckled a bit. "Is that so?"

"Yes. This actually presents..."

Then the a portal opened and I watched a tall owl person come through it. This obviously had to be Stolas. I turned my violin back into manna and I hugged the book closely when he enter. He then sat down across from m. He looked like he was mad, like he didn't know that the grimoire was lost before this and wanted it back. That's what I felt from him though.

"So, you're the person who has the grimoire I presume."

"Yes, and my name is Rocky."

If we stood at the next to each other, we'd be the exact same height it seems. Interesting.

"What do you want for me to reclaim ownership over it?"

"Nothing besides something like it. This has been an experience having this."

He sighed.

"Unfortunately, Rocky, that is the only grimoire of the sort in the entirety of hell. So you're either going to give it back with some cash or some other payment, or things might get messy."

I could feel hostility in the office area. Blitz was aiming a gun through the window at me if he saw things weren't going good.

'Shit. This is bad.'

"What is the intensity of this messy? I've been in many situations before that have gotten quite messy."

"Brains blown out of head messy."

'Wait a second. Don't say what I think you're going to.'

"Try me."

I then heard a gunshot and something bounce off my head. Yes. I said bounce. I rubbedthat part of my head though because it still hurt a bit.

"Ow. What was that?"

I looked down at the floor. It was a pancaked bullet. Looking up, I saw the surprised faces of everyone.

"Um, time to go."

I ran for the window I went through but then an ax blocked my way as it swung at me. I slid under it as it swung.

'Holy shit! Stop acting like you're in the Matrix!'

I then hopped out of the window. I felt that familiar feeling of being held in place though. I was then brought straight back in through the window.

"You didn't have to make this hard. Blitzy, use the holy bullet."

'Shit shit shit! Um, aim manna at blitz's shadow!'

I didn't ask questions and did so. Instantly, blitz's boing turned from just a shadow into a shadow person on the floor that blitz stood on.

"The fucking hell!" 

They yelled at the same time. This was an enough of a distraction for Stolas to let go of me.

'Portal! Now!"

I then quickly portalled away. Where you may ask? They only place I felt safe. My car.