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diatuooc2019-04-10 10:56 am
magicademymods) wrote in diatuooc2019-04-10 10:56 am
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Test Drive #4
The Scary Door
The classroom door looks different today, bearing a few small but noticeable scratches on its upper corner -- and also it happens to tremble, as if with excitement, the moment anyone reaches for the knob. That gives it away. This isn't the classroom door at all!
And it isn't the bathroom door. And it isn't the door to the staircase. And it isn't the door to the hallway. But wherever you go, there's this door that really, really, really wants you to open it, and it doesn't seem to take 'no' for an answer...
Acting in Concert
One thing anyone sharing a campus with Valhudor students must accept is that every once in a while a performance just appears out of nowhere, much in the way of a tornado and with the same ability to suck in anything nearby as collateral damage. Today what looked to be an innocuous group of musicians heading back from class turned into a flash concert without warning. Not a bad thing for a music-lover, actually, and listening to their pleasant tunes only got better as more students saw the opportunity and joined in.
Right up until the drama students showed up and promptly hijacked everyone nearby into a play.
So here you are, in Fantasticked finery, trapped in a bit part in front of a growing crowd. The two ringleaders of this disaster appear to be putting on an entirely improvised performance about two warring houses, because apparently they love stage-dueling (and have had three different scenes of it so far, each of them so sexually charged the allegory is barely allegorical), while the orchestra merrily matches music to action. As for your role? 'Improvise!' they said brightly.
And like that you're up, across from a partner who clearly did not enter this voluntarily either. Better think fast... the one thing uglier than a crowd who have a performance ruined is Valhudor students who have had their mating-dance-slash-play ruined.
Definitely Not Worrying
The spring day is perfect. Bright blue sky without a cloud in sight, sunlight that pushes the perfect temperature just onto the side of 'pleasantly warm', a gentle breeze that drifts over the grass and cools what the sun warms... it's bliss, if not outright soporific, and almost everybody is outside lounging in the grass and enjoying just how wonderful it is.
Then Headmaster Birony comes tearing around the corner of a building like the hounds of hells are at her heels. "Hello, students!" Despite her bright smile, she doesn't break her stride for a second as she zooms past. "Run like hell! Chaos bees!"
And that's when the swarm of chaos bees races around the corner after her, wings filling the air with a deafening buzz.
Now the thing about chaos bees is that they resist magic of all forms, and they have their own particular magic that makes the results of their stings... highly unpredictable at best. You might have your hair turn white, or your skin turn blue. You might blow up like a gum-chewing girl in need of juicing, or feel the uncontrollable urge to form a gang, snap your fingers, and have a dance-fight to drive the Jets out of town. Whatever happens, the effect is never permanent, but maybe Headmaster Birony has the right idea.
Late Night Party
Without a curfew (and with good sound-protection spells on the Towers), students don't always go to bed like responsible adults. This party is still going strong at 3 in the morning, lit by balls of color that float in the air and full of music and dancing and just-for-fun mage dueling that is just a little more dangerous than it should be thanks to it being far easier to talk someone into a late-night mage duel when they're tipsy. As spells crack against each other and feet slide over the grass in time with the beat, everyone's having fun! Even party-poopers can find another wallflower to talk classwork with while enjoying the snacks and the drinks. What a great place to meet fellow students and socialize!
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Tony Stark | Marvel Future Avengers | OTA
Tony Stark stared at the classroom door.
He stared at it, peering at the door, the rattling, the excited rattling. He couldn't pull away, he couldn't stop staring at it. Reaching for it, he was about to grab hold of the knob --
"NOPE!" Exclaimed Tony, punching himself in the face as he abruptly turned a one eighty and marched away, his cheek stinging. Trying to forget the scary door.
Definitely Not Worrying
At the first sign of trouble, Tony's instinct was to summon Friday.
Bar that, he couldn't even get his armor. So he did whatever was needed. His keen analytical pride told him however, magic beat magic, right?
"RUN AWAY!" The headmaster buzzed by him, as the bees charged right for him.
Tony made a grunting noise as he turned tail and ran. "Really pushing your luck on the board of directors huh, headmaster?" He exclaimed, threatening to overtake the man as he pulled up beside the fleeing man and dove to the side to avoid the bees into a well fortified lake.
Great. Now he was wet.
Late Night Party
Tony would be more social, but right now, all he wanted to do was relax.
He was sipping something definitely not school legal from his mug as he ducked a spell from the dueling kids in the corner. WEDNESDAY his familiar, was in his lap, scrolling writing panning over his pages. "WEDNESDAY get me the printout for tomorrow," said Tony.
"Aye sir," replied the book in a thick Scottish brogue.
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"This a common occurrence here?"
Late Night Party!
At first it's just a little bit of curiosity that bites at the nape of Harald's neck. He sees a man who's certainly a student but almost certainly not as young as most of them; he sees this man at this party, and he immediately wonders if he would've relegated himself to sip on the non-alcoholic beverages being passed around for the majority of the night. Harald has definitely seen some alcohol slip between more discreet hands on this night.
So it's a quick murmur of a divine-seeming incantation, just a request to an absent god to know what's in that man's mug.
Maybe he would've approached regardless of what was in it; maybe it's the fact that this man is mulling over classwork in the middle of a student duel that piques his interest the most. Either way, he approaches, a misty-looking owl perched atop his shoulder.
"Working on a night like this?" Harald inquires. "I have to say I admire your dedication."
It is a bit quieter over here, he believes. "Would you mind if I sat with you? I need a break as well!"
Re: Late Night Party!
He smirked a little. "Tony Stark, and you?"
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“Harald,” he answers. “Do you have an interest in plants? I find that an interesting branch to specialise in, jokes unintended.”
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He leaned back, tapping WEDNESDAY's pages as the familiar's pages flipped. "WEDNESDAY and I were just going over the notes for tomorrow's lesson. Pays to have everything memorized."
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He briefly considers leaving this rowdy gathering a bit early for the sake of going over his own notes. “Not a bad idea... I find the verbal incantations of most magic types to be most... difficult to keep track of.” Harald chuckles. “Of course, that’s what I suppose I get for specialising in the one invoking old, empty gods.”
He isn’t a nonbeliever himself - his own devotion to Odin in his world cannot be understated - but he’s more than aware of how most people here view the entities spoken of in the incantations of Intimation.
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"Magic's not my strong point I admit, so it's something I want to keep tabs on when I'm here. Most magic that I encounter is usually trying to kill me."
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His owl returns and releases its foggy hold on a glass of some kind of juice, and Harald takes a sip. “Though I can’t say I’ve practiced magic in such a pure form, or at all. For awhile, in fact, I was an Air Force pilot.”
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"Is that right? I know someone who came into power and was also a Air Force Pilot. Her name's Carol." said Tony. "Probably one of the toughest women I know, considering she can punch a god on a regular basis and flatten him to the ground."
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"So I see! Perhaps there's just something about pilots..." Specifically pilots who find the military to be useless in the face of the sorts of threats Harald's had to deal with, but he understands that such a subject might be sore for some folks, so he doesn't mention anything about that. "Granted, I was working with the gods as opposed to against them, but nonetheless!"
There's a moment of pause as Harald finds himself without something to say. Briefly, his gaze fixes upon another pair of students preparing to duke it out across the room. "Hah... I couldn't imagine raw magic such as this existing in my world. We settle most of our conflicts with card games."
He sits up. "There's... more to it than that, of course, for these cards possess links to other worlds and planes of existence that most people will never bear witness to. But most of the time no one just pulls out a gun to shoot someone who's threatening to end the world, even though we have those sorts of weapons at our disposal. That's just... how my world works. We have subtle levels of magic and gods and weapons of mass destruction, and yet we settle everything with card games."