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Test Drive #2
That Wand Is a Wonder!
You pulled down a book from a tall shelf in the Library of Starchime and promptly got hit in the head by a wand that was resting atop it. It looks innocuous, a cylinder of wood, but as soon as you pick it up, light streams out of the end. The barest motion is enough to make fantastic colors, and with a gesture you send light streaming across the library!
Light is all it does, right? Right?
Pranks for the Memories
Diatu Magicademy is a school -- one with different social groups, different Houses, different classes, different levels of experience... in short, pranks are inevitable. The latest one to make the rounds is the Sticky Glyph: step on a certain mathematical rune and the next person you touch sticks to you like glue. Casually brush against them, shake their hand, bump backwards into them -- however you did it, you have a new friend now, like it or not. The glyph wears off in about an hour -- do you wait it out, ask for help, or try to undo it yourself?
The Dueling Club
One of the more popular magical clubs, the Dueling Club is precisely as it sounds: wizards crossing spells, each trying to be the one to 'defeat' their opponent. How to do that varies by the sort of duel -- knocking your opponent off a platform, or getting them wet, or just good old rendering them unable to keep dueling. Less experienced students, like you, get the "water duel" treatment. Use your spells to get your opponent off of their stool in a small pool of water before they do the same to you! Losing means soggy shoes and a laugh at your expense; winning means pride, respect, and a chance for advancement into the club's informal ranks.
Chimera!
Transporting chimera is highly illegal without proper permits -- which is precisely why smugglers do it, and precisely why smugglers are valiantly struggling to extinguish their airship, while the beast responsible ambles down the gangplank and people flee like crazy. A small chimera, its shoulders are about shoulder height to a man. The goat head jabs at the cargo and building it passes, the lion head maintains a watchful forward guard, and the dragon head has taken the "burn it all, burn it all!" approach to greeting its new circumstances.
This is your chance to be a hero, and save the city of Anastara from certain doom at this beast's claws, heads, horns, and fiery breath. Or your chance to run like heck and hope it doesn't notice you.
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[Speaking of--the dragon head of the chimera finally decides to face him rather than the nearby buildings, and Mizael hops lightly away from it as flames stream out of his mouth right at where he had been standing.
And then he keeps moving, trying to keep its attention on him rather than the human who's decided to help out, because he'd also rather not have someone dying on his watch. Unfortunately, most of what comes to mind to deal with this creature otherwise he can't do right now...it would normally be such a small thing to just knock it back or levitate it or seal it in an energy bubble...]
I don't suppose you've studied anything that might knock it out?
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[Kaiba is slower, and mutters a curse as the flames start, but his companion is alert enough to take care of that. So perhaps this isn't as bad as he feared. He keeps up the pace as best he can.]
No, but I might be able to neutralize the flame.
[Mind made up, he points his wand at the head, muttering an equation regarding the temperature of its flames that may make it safer to approach. Unfortunately, he's now given it ice breath.]
I have a Plan B.
[He totally does! He just...needs to calculate it, which he does while running, whistling a low breath to keep his mind focused. He lunges to the side to avoid the ice, still muttering curses.]
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And the human has definitely got its attention now. As the dragon head rears back again, Mizael darts out in front of his companion and throws his hands out in front of him and then apart, like someone plastering a poster to a wall.]
Obstruction!
[He winces slightly as the ice hits the shimmering barrier of magic, but it holds and before long a good wall of ice has built up on the other side of it. Hopefully, both the wall of ice and wall of magic will give them a minute--or until it decides to use its goat head to ram through--to think of a better solution.]
Even some way of keeping its mouth shut would be enough.
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I'll create a sinkhole beneath it. Be ready to back up.
[With that, he recited the equation as quickly as he could, taking care to restrict the radius. With his final word, the ground quaked beneath them, the wall quivering dangerously.]
Now!
[Aaand running again, fingers crossed.]
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And on the signal, Mizael hops backward a couple times, ending up a good twenty feet away where he can watch the wall of ice and the poor chimera sink into the ground together in safety. The chimera is still doing its best to try to attack something with that ice breath, but it's increasingly only able to aim straight up or at the walls of the hole.
Once he's satisfied it isn't hurt and won't be trying to climb back up or something, he relaxes a little and crosses his arms, absently tapping his wand against his side while considers what to do from here. At least it seems they have time to do that now, which should help. It does seem like an awful lot of this human magic requires more time to perform than he wants to waste in the middle of a crisis...
Like teleportation. Why did they have to complicate something so simple? Though that would probably be the best way to do it...]