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diatuooc2019-02-13 02:46 pm
magicademymods) wrote in diatuooc2019-02-13 02:46 pm
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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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"Wow, V," the odd bird like thing flying over their head said. It looked like a finch with paste on feathers trying to look like a raven. "Acknowledging that random strangers is a big step for you, I'm proud!"
"When I say that I shall work on self improvement I generally do precisely that. Now let me focus."
"The phrase is 'thank you', you know...."
"And were I to believe for even a second that the praise was honestly and not sarcastically given that might well have been the phrase I would have rendered. Now I will thank you, if you must, to shut up, so I do not blow my concentration again." After a moment. "Very well, the solution is as easy as I presumed. Youngster, please remove your outer garment for a moment, being careful so as to not touch me any further at any point."
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"You mean my jacket?" Well.... If it would help, he was willing to try it out. He moved carefully to slip out of his jacket, being careful to not touch the elf. It looked like they got lucky in that only their sleeves were stuck together.
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V removed the jacket from its place easily and held it up. "As I said, a rather juvenile trap. Here, I presume you desire your armor back."
And V tossed the jacket back.
Or tried to.
Not V's fault throw is a cross class skill. Little bit V's fault that absolutely zero ranks were spent in it... however.
The jacket made it maybe three inches from V's outstretched hand and fell to the floor rather anticlimactically. So much for a triumphant moment.
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"Huh. That was a lot easier than I expected." But that was really clever! Roxas nodded, smiling. "Thanks."
He held out a hand as the jacket was tossed... and watched as it barely flew through the air. He stared at it for a couple of seconds before he let out a small snort, laughing.
"Nice throw."
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