Nothing seems to be working very well, as the tornado goes around the room and tears up anything not nailed down or part of the actual building. Safe to say that the windows are blew out and torn from the hinges, flying off into the air. That does help with the current situation in the room, the wind energy having a place to escape from.<br/><br/>If you weren't currently deafened from the tornado in your bedroom, you would have had heard the neighborhood dog barking at your window.<br/><br/>This goes on for eternity, or more accurately, a minute or so. Eventually the tornado settles above the bed, the pillows and sheets and more sheets and the weapons you hid in it long gone into the vortex. The central vortex getting more opaque over time while settling down finally. Eventually the air settles and has a very nice crisp fresh smell to it, with plenty of green wind feathers, settling onto the bed.<br/><br/>The sword is no longer there. Instead there sits what looks like a very drunk looking girl, blushing quite nicely and slightly wobbly. She is quite well endowed in the chest area, having long brown hair and yellow eyes. Yawning out some and hiccuping as well.<br/><br/>"Hhmmm, that was just some wonderful apple wine!"<br/><br/>Which is all she says before flopping over, passed out from booze. By now everything that was in the air is not, with everything and anything all over the room, especially in the corners. The feathers on the bed linger on for a few more seconds before poofing into magical energy.<br/><br/>(http://img683.imageshack.us/img683/3600/81c3fc966852665de379781.jpg) (http://img683.imageshack.us/i/81c3fc966852665de379781.jpg/)