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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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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.