Well, this wasn't at all how he expected to be spending his day. Still, the Great Sylvando was nothing if not adaptable, and he knew that his employees at the opera house were capable; they'd keep things running and keep the show going without him if they had to.
For now, it was time to do what came naturally at any large gathering, magical kidnapping induced or otherwise. Namely, he was going to mingle and look for familiar faces. And maybe find that lady who staged the pie-fight, because that doubles thing was really a fabulous trick, and he wanted to see if he could work something like it into a a new act.
A Day in the Life
The geese were, as advertised, horrible. Both in terms of generally being pests and in terms of effectiveness at the job they'd been given. Still at least someone was getting some entertainment out of it. Sylvando was currently engaged in hand to beak combat with the goose that had been conscripted by the gardening club. He was wielding a slim sword, the goose had gotten a hold of a hoe from the club's supplies, and Sylv at least seemed to be having a great time, playing up the impromptu 'duel'.
"Ha-ha! Take that, you feathery fiend!", he said neatly parrying the hoe with a flourish. "Not even the most persistent of poultry can best the Great Sylvando!" He seems to be drawing an audience, both of students and even a few other geese. It's certainly interesting to watch. But is it art?
A Forgery!
The wands may look identical, but Sylvando still examines them with a critical eye, weighing a few of them one after the other in his hand as if they were blades he was testing for balance. He didn't seem impressed with the results. "If this is what your mass Forging produces, darling, I'd stick with smaller batches from now on," he said. "Whatever magical effects they might have, they're very poorly made. They're not likely to last a week of normal use."
Sylvando | Dragon Quest XI (SMK CRAU)
Well, this wasn't at all how he expected to be spending his day. Still, the Great Sylvando was nothing if not adaptable, and he knew that his employees at the opera house were capable; they'd keep things running and keep the show going without him if they had to.
For now, it was time to do what came naturally at any large gathering, magical kidnapping induced or otherwise. Namely, he was going to mingle and look for familiar faces. And maybe find that lady who staged the pie-fight, because that doubles thing was really a fabulous trick, and he wanted to see if he could work something like it into a a new act.
A Day in the Life
The geese were, as advertised, horrible. Both in terms of generally being pests and in terms of effectiveness at the job they'd been given. Still at least someone was getting some entertainment out of it. Sylvando was currently engaged in hand to beak combat with the goose that had been conscripted by the gardening club. He was wielding a slim sword, the goose had gotten a hold of a hoe from the club's supplies, and Sylv at least seemed to be having a great time, playing up the impromptu 'duel'.
"Ha-ha! Take that, you feathery fiend!", he said neatly parrying the hoe with a flourish. "Not even the most persistent of poultry can best the Great Sylvando!" He seems to be drawing an audience, both of students and even a few other geese. It's certainly interesting to watch. But is it art?
A Forgery!
The wands may look identical, but Sylvando still examines them with a critical eye, weighing a few of them one after the other in his hand as if they were blades he was testing for balance. He didn't seem impressed with the results. "If this is what your mass Forging produces, darling, I'd stick with smaller batches from now on," he said. "Whatever magical effects they might have, they're very poorly made. They're not likely to last a week of normal use."
Wildcard
(OOC: You know the drill!)