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diatuooc2019-03-13 01:28 pm
magicademymods) wrote in diatuooc2019-03-13 01:28 pm
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Test Drive #3
Lightning Crash
The weather over the floating island of Ascelion during spring months is best described as "hellacious"; its elevation puts it right among the worst of stormclouds and fuels their thunderous fire as they sweep past it and electrically scrape against its sides. Rain is frequent, but lightning is almost constant, along with thunderous rumbles that roll across the city and the open spaces of the Magicademy like waves.
But today is particularly bad. Webs of electricity crackle through the sky, jumping from cloud to cloud or grounding themselves on towers of the Magicademy angrily. None of them seem to endanger the students, but there's a first time for everything, isn't there? As titanic fury threatens to tear the sky in half, do you risk stepping into the outside? Does the infrasonic rumbling trigger fear or terror in your gut, as such deep waves are known to do? Perhaps you've learned a spell that will protect you. Or perhaps you've poorly learned a spell that may or may not protect you...
Wand Wrong Way
The rumors around campus speak of a small and musty store deep in the Merchant District, on a side road to a side road, where only those in-know go to find items that would surely draw too much notice if displayed publicly. Powdered dragon tail, eye of sphinx, swords Forged with magic-cutting spells, and most valuable of all, the Gateway Wand. Surely this legendary wand, in which the full power of Sundering hums, could get you and your friends back home.
Rumors are pretty lousy with directions, though. The Merchant District offers ample chance to get lost, to get distracted, or to stumble down the wrong alley and find hoodlums all too eager to extract "tolls" from the lost and seemingly helpless. Does your adventure become disaster? Does this rumored shop even exist?
Pantalones Giganticus
At its heart, Modification seems like the most simple of schools. What could be more simple than arithmetic? Therefore, Modification also has the steepest and most shocking learning curve of all, as it rapidly balloons to more complicated mathematical expressions, more variables in the formulae, and above all more chance for error.
So really, the mistake is an honest one. Any hurried student, probably in their third or fourth year of study, could accidentally introduce an unnecessary factor into their equation. That is probably why your pants are now sized for someone four times large than you. (Not four sizes. Four times.) Worse, this has happened to EVERYONE -- the entire population of the Magicademy, student and staff and faculty alike, are trundling around in blown-up bloomers, too-large trousers, not-conveniently-sized knickers... you get the idea.
Now the bad news: to fix the error in formula and restore your pants to normal size, someone else has to get in them with you.
Labwork
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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[Isa's face seems to light up at the very sight of Lea. Honestly it's a little goofy looking.
Though at the question he huffs softly and crosses his arms.]
I could ask you that very same question. This isn't quite what I had in mind when we promised to meet up again, you know.
((Grumpface doesn't have any icons that can show how happy he is))
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And someone doesn't really want to admit that he's on such a mundane, boring errand, so he ignores the first part of Isa's reply to focus on the second.]
And when did we promise that, exactly? Last time I saw you, you were still one of Xehanort's cronies and were trying to stop me from rescuing Sora!
[Yes, logically he knew it was probably another issue with crossing timelines, but at the moment, he doesn't much care.]
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[Isa's expression falters and goes dark.]
That was some time ago. The last time I saw you was after I was defeated in the Keyblade Graveyard, and we made the promise.
[He holds off mentioning details like the fact that he died in Lea's arms, or that Roxas and Xion had been involved for now. If the timeline wasn't adding up, there was no need to complicate it just yet.]
Look at my eyes, Lea, I'm not one of Xehanort's "cronies" anymore.
[Indeed, his eyes were green again, and not the poisonous gold that marked one of Xehanort's vessels.]
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[Well that place didn't sound ominous at all.
But he does take a moment to look at Isa's eyes, and indeed, they're back to their normal blue-tinged green. At that realization, he relaxes somewhat.]
Yeah... alright. But that still doesn't explain what you were doing with those guys in the first place. Did Mr. old, bald, and creepy force you into it or something?
[Honestly, that's what Lea's hoping for. That Isa was only there because he didn't have a choice or maybe even that Xehanort had done some weird mind-control spell on him or something.]
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It's complicated. I didn't have much of a choice.
[He had been put on the spot, the first time he had been recompleted, when Xigbar and the young Xehanort came to collect him.]
I was never actually on Xehanort's side, though. I was working on a plan to restore Roxas.
[He doesn't expect Lea to believe him at all, but it was the truth.]
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[He gives a bit of an annoyed huff at Isa's explanation.]
Yeah, because our plans have always worked out so well in the past.
[pause]
...And you could've worked on that with us, you know. I bet Ienzo would've loved to have somebody else around to help.
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[He had to play the hand he was dealt.]
My hands were tied, I couldn't risk them catching on. Besides, Ienzo had plenty of help, I made sure of it.
[And honestly, there was a part of him, a pretty big part, that didn't feel like he even deserved to be on the side of light, that he had to be content with helping from the shadows.]
...And you know what they say, Lea, third time's the charm.
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[Can you tell that someone didn't take kindly to the fact that Xigbar was apparently in on Xemnas's deception the whole time?]
Though I guess that meas you were the second to wake up, if he was already back on his feet. Course, he probably had help.
[It made sense, as much as he didn't want it to.]
Still... it would've been a load off my mind, knowing you were doing something boring and safe. I was worried that... maybe you wanted to be there, you know? Back before I left the Organization, you were acting like more of a jerk than usual, getting on my case about everything...
I mean don't get me wrong, I wanted to clobber you one, and still kinda do, but... I didn't want it to be permanent, you know?
[There's a small, slightly bitter chuckle at that.]
Sure hope so... I don't see how we could screw things up any worse, at least.
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[He leaves it unsaid, but it should be obvious what he means.
And oh, right. Lea's from before the final battle, and before their heart to heart, so he should probably go over this again.]
I was jealous and thought you turned your back on me, but I realize now that you would never do that.
Why do you think I was trying to help with restoring Roxas? I had to do right by you somehow, to make up for everything.
[It's his turn for the bitter laughter.]
Would it make you feel better to know you did get the chance to "clobber" me? You, and Roxas and Xion?
[He's not going to go into all the details of that fight at the moment. Not least of which because the details were hazy under the fog of berserk.]
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What does get a reaction, though, is what he says next.]
You were... jealous of me? Really? Why would you-?
[He breaks off with a sigh.]
...I'm glad you learned better though. I can't really claim a lot of noble qualities, especially not anymore, but... I don't forget my friends. Or my promises.
[Lea is surprisingly quiet on that last bit. Roxas and Xion both. That means... he succeeds and gets them both back. But after that...]
...Do we win? Against Xehanort?
[Because his own success won't matter much if they don't.]
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[He corrects in a matter of fact manner.]
Unfortunately, I don't know. The battle was still going on when I died, and I woke up here, instead of Radiant Garden.
But knowing Sora? And his friends? There's no doubt in my mind that you will.
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Ah... yeah, that makes more sense. Not much to be jealous about when it comes to me. Except maybe that I have better hair.
[Because Lea can't really go an entire conversation without some kind of snarky remark.
He quickly looks serious again though, as they talk about the battle.]
Yeah... you're probably right. Still... it'd be nice to have it confirmed 100%, you know? I mean Xehanort already had backup plans on top of backup plans... I can't help worrying that he might have one more we don't know about.
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[And it's not a conversation with Lea if Isa doesn't snark back]
If it does turn out he has something else planned, we'll just have to face it together.
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[There's really no mistaking Lea's hair.]
And yeah... we will.
Though speaking of together... Xion's here too. And I don't know how the heck I'm gonna explain things to her; she's probably going to be terrified of you, at least until I can convince her you're not... well, like you were before.
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[He averts his eyes, and crosses his arms over his chest, closing in on himself.]
I'd like to make amends, but if she doesn't trust me, then I have no one to blame but myself.
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And we'll have to figure something out, since I can't just... pick one of you over the other, you know?
[He's always been bad at that, as evidenced by how the situation with Roxas and Xion had gone.]
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[Isa closes his eyes in thought for a moment, then looks back at Lea.]
Lea, have you ever told either of them about your-- our-- past? Our history together? That I was your best friend?
That might be as good a place to start as any.
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I don't think I did, actually. Not because I was avoiding it or anything, it just... never really came up.
Guess this is as good a reason as any though.
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She looks up to me way too much, honestly. I mean it'll help with this, but sometimes she just looks at me like I have all the answers, and I... really just don't know what to do about it. Cause if you know me, you know that half the time I don't actually have a clue what I'm doing and am just making things up as I go.
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And you should give yourself a little more credit, you're not actually as clueless as you look.
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And to be fair, I don't think it's actually possible to be as clueless as I probably look sometimes. I know I certainly feel clueless, especially around here. I was never really that much for school work, after all.
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[On the topic of school work...]
That's why we always did it together, and we still can, if you want, just like old times.
....
Even if this isn't quite what I meant when I said I wanted things to be like old times.