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Test Drive Reloaded! #1
Welcome to Diatu (I Like Swords)
The Arrival Hall is all aflurry with activity! No one had expected so many Sundered to suddenly pop up, the staff find themselves desperately scrambling to keep up with the influx, and a bunch of new arrivals find themselves hanging out in the Hall lobby, waiting to be seen, sent home if possible, or counseled and prepared for student life if not. Rumors run like wildfire: some people believe they've been kidnapped by aliens, a worryingly persistent suggestion that this is a setup for a murder-tournament keeps circulating, and one or two nutcases insist that a dragon tinkered with the rules of magic and now they have to study at a magic school to survive. Pie stocks are grievously low, and thought Headmaster Birony herself appeared and began violating the rules of space and time to summon pies from the future, a second Headmaster Birony with an eyepatch, several war scars, and a wild hairdo appeared and promptly yelled at the first Headmaster for stealing her pies. A pie fight erupted. Pie stocks are even more grievously low now.
Still, here's your chance to talk to your fellow arrivals. Or aggressively attack the nearest target in an outrage (they set up a target dummy and labeled it VENT AGGRESSION HERE, and are trusting you guys on the honor system). Staff don't have time to talk, but they promise they'll get to you soon!
A Day In The Life
The sun is bright, the air is warm, a cool breeze blows across Anastara, clouds keep drifting directly through the island and engulfing people... it's summer on Ascelion, and the day is ripe for learning. Or as ripe as Diatu Magicademy ever can be -- though no one would trade the character and charm of the lively campus for some stodgy, regimented school more interested in forcing students into the mold than encouraging them to be their best, sometimes conditions in the Magicademy are a little inconvenient.
A toilet in Kedrigan Hall keeps clamping onto the butts of those who attempt to use it. Thus far, half a dozen students have been freed from its clutches by their friends, while reports of singed buttocks have increased twofold. (Yes, only twofold. Think about that for a minute.) Staff are on the lookout for a prankster rather than a commode, so as of yet the treacherous toilet has gone unpunished...
Not far away, a group of cleaning golems has occupied the promenade as part of an ongoing strike. As they possess only rudimentary intelligence, they believe this involves seizing objects from anyone who passes nearby and hurling them at a set of bowling pins. Meliandre Tomekin, Head of Groundskeeping, has set up shop across the Promenade; any student who wanders too close gets a big block of ice shoved into their hands, along with instructions to hold it still while she shows those reprobates what-for...
In the Great Hall proper, school clubs and activities have, as was inevitable, escalated competition for new students to yet another level which only isn't a war crime because it isn't part of a treaty yet: they've conscripted geese. Horrible geese, to be precise, who dispense flyers for various clubs with less subtlety than a nuclear holocaust. Some of them fight for dominance, others have teamed up to pin down innocent students and stuff leaflets down their throat, and one has a wand and is somehow casting Discovery spells?!
A Forgery!
"I tried a mass-Forging technique," the older student says, showing off the briefcase full of identical wands and a sign that says 'FOR $ALE CHEAP'. "Some of them are exactly what I intended, they self-correct runes, but the rest, well.. . I don't know, I can't tell, and I'm not really interested in finding out one by one, so... you buying?"
All sales final. No refunds. Caveat emptor. As for what the wands do, well... there's a reason he answered with an ellipsis when asked. On the other hand, maybe the effect isn't too terrible? Maybe it's even beneficial! Maybe the wand shoots out rainbows and muffins! Or maybe it just animates and strikes you vigorously about the head and shoulders...
Three Dragon War
Someone, we're not naming names, canons, or the color of eyes and the dragon to which they belong that forms said person's obsession, may or may not be indirectly responsible for the latest game craze sweeping Anastara: Three Dragon War, a collectible card game that features players as dragons, deploying spells, creatures, and Sundered against each other to destroy each and avoid the machinations of the Third Dragon. The awesome thing about the game is that the Third Dragon comes in all different forms: classic bundled-with-the-starter-pack Ire, super-rare Anastara Diatu, suspiciously-rare Cam Birony, ultra-common Large Eagull, and more. The concept of an outside force adding randomness to the battle and being manipulated in turn by cards means Three Dragon War is the hottest card game that's come along since the last card game that was the hottest that had come along came along.
Face-to-face, you find yourself in a duel over these cards and the magical images they summon. Can this untested deck come through if you believe in it? Or are statistics and probability actual things that actually happen? Dragon Battle! Jiao Long Fu!
There's One in Every Test Drive
Not every magical disaster is caused by some wayward student you don't know. Many of them are caused by you instead. To wit: you're on the spot in one of the magical labs, being called on to demonstrate a technique more advanced than others you've mastered so far. Failure is expected, and the wards should prevent any injury to others from a miscast spell. But will the sparks of your magic just sputter out and die? Or will you inadvertently mispronounce, misform, misshape, or miscalculate in a way that brings chaos to you and your lab partner?
(You could also manage to succeed in casting the spell, but that isn't very fun.)
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That was... better than a mermaid or a sea witch at least. Especially if she could get him under her control. shed have to toughen him up some...
Might be worth it, depending what powers he had. If nothing else, could be useful if she ever had to throw down against Shrimpy.
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"Yeah! Let's try it!"
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She pulled her spell book from where it rested between the inside of her jacket and her shirt. she also fished out a purple gel pen from an inner pocket. She flipped the book to an empty page, considered a moment then wrote. She read her work and nodded with a grin. She tucked the pen behind her ear.
"Here we go."
She pointed a finger at him, book in her other hand.
Tempest in a tea pot
Rain on your parade
keep it cool, keep it hot
and now this storm's been made!"
She gestured as she incanted, over his head. When she was done he had a small rain cloud over his head, pouring down on him. Her eyes flashed green as she cast, though the green faded as she finished the last word of the spell.
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"So...what do you think?"
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She might already be wondering how well he swims and if he could take Uma down in a fight.
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What is she talking about? The tip of his tail twitches nervously as he wonders what he got himself into.
"I'm Luca."
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Which might be a huge problem if he joins an evil team.
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Never mind nearly everyone she loved was good. she refused to think about that, since she'd never see them again. And they were better off without her anyway. It was why she had left in the first place. And why she'd never go back, even if offered the chance. Sylvando was wrong. Ben and the others were much better without the daughter of Maleficent in their lives.
She stalked closer, intimidatingly. "Good runs in terror of evil. Gives way. Backs off." she said, trying to make him do exactly that, stumble back and away. "good has to pay money for what it wants, work jobs it doesn't want to work to get that money. Evil? We take. We are feared. When you're a villian kid the world is yours for the taking. Just reach out and grab it..."
She reached a hand towards him. "Monster to monster, I could use someone like you on my crew if you want to learn to be bad. To be rotten. So... are you with me, or are you my enemy?"
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"I've had humans afraid of what I was my entire life, I know what fear does! And I've seen people who use that fear on purpose. It got him what he wanted for a while, but people were always trying to defeat him, then they did. As for me, that fear only ever got harpoons pointed at me, so I'm really not seeing the benefits there. And sure, if you're living in the human world there's the money thing, but..."
He pauses, thinking about it. Aside from winning money for the vespa, he didn't really think about money all that much. As the air begins to dry his scales, skin once again replaces them.
"I still don't know how money works other than that you can win it in contests and sell fish for it, so I can't really comment on that. But I just...I don't even know you, why are those my only choices?"
Because being with someone or being their enemy seems a little extreme when he knows pretty much nothing about this girl.
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"Money is so much more than fish and contests. It is coffee and candy and clothes and whatever else you want. Money is very useful, though there are ways to get what you want without it. I can teach you that too."
"As for why those are your two choices... If Shrimpy sees what you can do? She's not going to give you the choice to say no. She will make you work for her. And you'll be my enemy then and I'll have to destroy you. I'd much rather have you at my back then stabbing it. Crewed up with me, I can protect you from her."
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He doesn't want to make an enemy and he knows he might if he keeps refusing, but...his entire life he's had the people who cared about him trying to make his decisions for him, and while it's always been in his best interests, now that he's off somewhere on his own he wants to be able to make his own decisions.
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"That's life, kid. People telling you what to do. The key is to be strong enough to be the one doing the telling. The strong push around the weak. So you don't want to be pushed around? Get stronger."
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He can do it. He went from never having ridden a bike before to winning a race on one in only three days. If he needs to be strong to have the freedom to learn and explore without people controlling his choices, then that's what he'd do.
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He looks at the fresh cans of spray paint.
"You know the teacher's probably going to come in here eventually, right?"
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