by David Hollifield » Thu Mar 05, 2009 11:52 pm
Dave closes his eyes and holds his arms slightly out to the side. The glasses and chairs rattle as a wind blows through. A swirl of snow flies about, the temperature drops off sharply.
The bartender looks up, almost bored. "Hey kid. No area-powers in the bar."
Dave blinks at the blase reaction, and stops the reaction. "Heh, uh, sorry."
He grins at Calvin. "I can make weather."