Jan 7, 2019 1:14:37 GMT
Post by Deleted on Jan 7, 2019 1:14:37 GMT
Crouched behind a rock, Emmeline waited. Binoculars to her eyes, bird watching was not her idea of a frolicking good time, but she was contemplating taking it up for the side entertainment long as she didn't find it addictive. Spying on birds. Yep, she was losing it which was more then she could say for the birds. Why people tried to study a species which came in an infinite variety of variations for the chance to see them living their lives. Not to mention the fact every pretty sound they made was a sign they were trying to fuck with other birds. "Oh great, Vance, now even the wildlife in your world is getting laid while you squat. Rollicking life you've got."
Six hours. Six hours of watching a spot waiting for a nibble. This was worse then fishing for tires behind the junkyard and she had seen muggles doing that! The absolute last time she was taking a job from crazy Swaddlebottom, no matter what he was offering in cash. Tucking a curl back over one ear, she gave her eyes a squeeze for a moment, recover some of her tear-factor moistness. She opened them again and began counting falling leaves. True boredom. It did however make time pass quickly as there was little more boring then watching paint dry, but falling leaf counting was right up there! Even if you imagined little doxies on each one riding them down like roller coasters and screaming with laughter as they tried bumper carring it on the--
Wand up as a boulder moved down there in her target area! It lifted like a lid and her eyes narrowed in reaction, taking a bead on the man looking around before climbing out farther still wary. So that's where they were making the booze! She let him get one foot out before she fired, hitting him with an arrow right in the nadgers causing him to double over without thinking, slip off the ladder, and fall into the hole upside down, the rock-lid falling over! In an instant she was down there, listening to the edge of the rock and thinking this was going to be easy. She only had to shut it down, not invade the place and now that she knew where it was...
Opening the pouch at her side she felt around up to the elbow and then found what she wanted. Pulling out a hoop of wire, she pulled the rock back slowly, still listening and hearing someone cussing down below. Hooking the wires together, she held it in both hands and tapped it with her wand muttering the counter-curse under her breath and bracing. Even prepared it nearly tossed her over backwards as a geyser of hot water shot out of the circle at blunt force trauma level! Holding it still was a trouble since everything the water hit sent the force back into her arms, but she wrestled it over the opening which became almost immediately better! She managed to hear one scream from below, but the geyser was loud and it quickly drowned out the noise.
Drowned out. Ha. Hilarious.
The other end was supposedly attached to somewhere in Finland over a volcanic space trying to keep the local area from flooding, but it had been countered a few months ago. Like a pressure valve the geyser poured out it's force making her arms tremble as she held it over the opening and it took nearly five full minutes before steamy water came flowing out of the sides of the hole and flooding the surrounding path and forested area like crazy! She let it run until her feet started to get wet then yelled out the counter again, pulling the wires apart as soon as she could. Anyone below had either appriated or drowned or bubble charmed so she wasn't too worried about incidentals.
In any case this operation had been shut down. For the next few minutes she carefully looked around while sitting on the rock lid, keeping an eye on the surface and seeing a few dead doxies floating around. She fished one out for proof, but otherwise waited seeing a hat and a few sealed vials of liquid in the flow floating away too. Using her wand she retrieved one and added it to the pouch as well as she fed the wire in there. And waited, wand out. A hand scrambled for the edge and she saw the bubble below. Quickly she conjured an anvil above the hole and it plunged down. The hand vanished and she chuckled, shutting the rock lid and sealing it with a sticking charm.
Standing she stretched, turned and appirated away to go give the nutcase the proof so she could get paid...