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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.
Daniel Kanegem | OC
unless you're in to that sort of thing. Characters might be able to sense a slower heartbeat or lower body temperature though, that sort of thing))[That Wand is a Wonder]
Anyone nearby would've heard a small series of thumps: A book dropped in surprise, the clatter of the wand hitting the floor, then the heavy whump of a person hitting the floor following a sharp yelp. Invesitaging will show Daniel sitting on the floor against the shelf, legs splayed out in front of him, clutching the wand in one hand and rubbing his eye with the other. Upon closer inspection they might even see little bits of smoke coming out from under that hand.
He's certainly cursing up a storm though, and making sure to direct the little flares of light coming from the wand away from him, this time...
[Pranks for the Memories]
He had only been wandering the halls, completely unaware he'd stepped over the offending glyph until he happened to brush past someone and found himself jerked back rather suddenly. Missing that step, he recovered and looked over at them with a glare.
"What-?"
'-is it??' had been the rest of the sentence, but it was cut off rather abruptly when he noticed that they weren't holding him so much as the two of them had been glued together. So instead, the sentence was rewritten and came out with a good dose of befuddlement.
"-the hell is going on...?"
[Duelling Club]
Daniel has apparently been at it for a while, and judging by the soaked cuffs and him currently squeezing water out of the bottom of his cloak- a necessary addition from his normal clothes to his school clothes on account of the sun -he hadn't been doing a very good job of it. Feeling eyes on him, he dropped the cloth and glanced up toward the nearest person, shoving a bit of damp hair out of his eyes.
"Can I help you?" Mildly irritated, but he'll at least be polite. For now. "Did you want to do a challenge, or what?"
Pranks for the Memories
"Ow, what - ?"
He'd looked over at about the same time, and noticing the predicament they were in brought to mind some rather unpleasant flashbacks.
"...seriously?"
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"Someone, somewhere, has a pretty poor sense of humor."
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"...Least you didn't touch my hair."
He was really glad Gwen wasn't here right now.
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The gears were turning as he tried to think of what to do.
"...What now? Find a teacher, or..?"
Which, if the question made it obvious, he came up empty-handed.
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There was, however, still the issue of his fallen books.
"Lemme just get my stuff."
As he started reaching down to pick them up, though, he paused, then glanced at Daniel.
"...you mind?"
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He bends down with him, and even helps him scoop up the books with his free hand, to compensate for the not-so-free hand.
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He veeeeery carefully takes the books from him, making sure that nothing else touches...just in case.
"I don't know about you, man, but so far? Magic sucks."
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It was an attempt at humor, but really, he wasn't feeling it.
"How'd it even happen anyway?"
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At the question, he swept a hand through his hair and sighed, shaking his head.
"I'm not sure. Maybe some kind of... stealth spell, or a glyph or something. I know I didn't do anything, and I've known you for 30 seconds but I'm pretty sure you didn't either."
There's been gossip of this sort of thing going around the school, so his assumptions are going to land squarely on that.
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Wand is a Wonder
"You okay there?"
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"Yeah, I think I'm okay." Removing his hand, he looked up and around him, testing the blasted eye carefully. Then he looked toward her, trying to keep it open. "Is my eye alright?"
The short answer was yes. The long answer was... probably? It certainly looked red, even the iris seemed that way, and the skin around it was a little raw. Should be okay with some water or rest, though. Eventually.
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He's just going to stick it in a back pocket now, even though it's still putting off color.
"Red? Uh, red's fine, I'll be fine soon enough-" He's interrupted when she offers her hand all the same, and he chuckled lightly. "Uh. Sure, I guess."
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"Are you sick?" His hands felt... Kind of clammy.
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"Oh uh, no- I'm fine. Just naturally cold."
Yep. No stories being told here.
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"...Reasons?"
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