AboutIdling - Memory Recording
The ceiling has a crack today, one that spanned from one corner of the room to the opposite corner. The center of the crack had a gaping hole, plaster all over the floor. He was wondering how in the world did such a thing happen. It wasn't like he experimented with anything particularly destructive in the past few days, injured as he was.
Erk. Damn it. His leg definitely did not like him.
With a grimace, he rubbed his leg in an effort to calm the spasms, though he knew that he could ignore the pain in the face of this conundrum. After all, his room was practically a bunker...and to create a crack in it would've required someone to be IN his room and also powerful enough to crack through the wards.
Was it an enemy? Was it someone searching for him? He honestly didn't know.
Technically, he should've removed himself from the premises by now, but this stupid thing would continue to bother him until he solved it. He felt relatively safe though...there were very few things could best him, and teleportation was always an option. There were very few ward schemas that could stop him after all...
He felt his fingers tapping the armrest of his rocking chair as he allowed his mind to wander through the possibilities. His feet were propped on the desk as he continued to stare at the crack...
Which suddenly started getting larger.
In a plume of dust and mortar, something fell through the ceiling again, making it sport a brand new hole. Red appeared when the cloud subsided, though he knew who it was before she spoke.
"Just checking up on the great Archmage Hizawa!" Cheeky little bugger.
"Fuji. Window is not synonymous with door. Wall is not synonomous with door. And, most importantly, ceiling is not synonymous with door!"
Making sure the psychotic woman, at least, pretended to be ashamed, he added, "Now get the hell off me."