Credence nods, and slips out his wand. A briefly, carefully murmured charm
surrounds them - just the two of them - in a bubble of warmer air. If Ray
reached out, his fingertips would still be chilled.
Which Ray does. Twice. Maybe three times. Each time he looks pretty happy with the feeling, and he grins at Credence before taking off his hat-- hair sticking up even worse than usual.
"Alright," he says, shifting a little so they can both see the ice better. "Listen up, class is in session. Basically, you wanna score against the other team. Way to do that is to get the puck in the goal. There's six guys on the ice at any point, but a team's got twenty players, 'cause things can get pretty rough there and they gotta switch off."
He sits up a little and points: "You got a goalie there, two defenders there and there, and then three forwards. That's the guys who're gonna try and score. Games're an hour, three times twenty minutes, but that's enough time for these guys to seriously get beaten down. I mean, they get penalty time for doin' stupid shit, but that don't stop 'em all that much. If the game's good, I mean." He gives him a little grin.
"Not hurt hurt, just, y'know. You gotta see some passion out there, and if they shove at each other a little you at least feel that they want to score as bad as the fans want 'em to."
"Okay." Credence doesn't really...do...sports. Idolatry, timewasting,
troubling physical intimacy with other men etc etc. "So which team do you
want to win?"
"Blackhawks," he says, pointing at one side of the field, where his guys (well, the Enclosure version of his guys) are finishing up their warming-up.
"Now, don't get me wrong, these days they ain't the best ones out there. We been waiting almost forty years for another Cup win, but this was a good one. Legendary."
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Date: 2019-02-14 02:05 pm (UTC)Ray's problems with magic are mostly related to his own incapacity to do any or understand much of it, so he doesn't seem troubled by this.
"Without making the ice melt?"
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Date: 2019-02-14 02:10 pm (UTC)"I think so."
Credence nods, and slips out his wand. A briefly, carefully murmured charm surrounds them - just the two of them - in a bubble of warmer air. If Ray reached out, his fingertips would still be chilled.
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Date: 2019-02-14 02:18 pm (UTC)"That's pretty great. Can you do it long?"
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Date: 2019-02-14 02:24 pm (UTC)"I think the charm just lasts until I dispell it. Or fall asleep," he adds thoughtfully. "I first tried it when my room was too cold."
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Date: 2019-02-14 05:31 pm (UTC)"Okay, you wanna know the rules, so you get what's actually gonna happen on the ice?"
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Date: 2019-02-14 07:22 pm (UTC)Credence nods.
"Yes, please."
He doesn't even really know what a puck is.
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Date: 2019-02-15 03:06 pm (UTC)He sits up a little and points: "You got a goalie there, two defenders there and there, and then three forwards. That's the guys who're gonna try and score. Games're an hour, three times twenty minutes, but that's enough time for these guys to seriously get beaten down. I mean, they get penalty time for doin' stupid shit, but that don't stop 'em all that much. If the game's good, I mean." He gives him a little grin.
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Date: 2019-02-15 03:21 pm (UTC)"So, if people get hurt, that's....a good game?"
Prime wardening here, dude.
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Date: 2019-02-15 03:23 pm (UTC)"Not hurt hurt, just, y'know. You gotta see some passion out there, and if they shove at each other a little you at least feel that they want to score as bad as the fans want 'em to."
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Date: 2019-02-15 03:24 pm (UTC)"Okay." Credence doesn't really...do...sports. Idolatry, timewasting, troubling physical intimacy with other men etc etc. "So which team do you want to win?"
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Date: 2019-02-15 03:28 pm (UTC)"Now, don't get me wrong, these days they ain't the best ones out there. We been waiting almost forty years for another Cup win, but this was a good one. Legendary."