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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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Scary Door!
It's not like Harald doesn't notice the threatening aura around this door; he's noticed it pop up in a couple places to bother him as well, but he's had other things he's needed to attend to, so he's been lucky enough so far. It seems like it could be fairly dangerous, whatever's on the other side, but he isn't one to dissuade a little curiosity.
Of course, curiosity is also best quenched with companions, he believes.
Harald bears Eiather's blues across his uniform, but despite his specialised magic, he doesn't know what's behind this door or what this creature attempting to open it is. That's definitely another student uniform... So he simply smiles and elects to support Kirby's weight. "Would you mind if I joined you?"
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Kirby himself wears Gekronus Maius' uniform, an adorable green back coat with a gold fore made specifically for a creature his shape. And him seeing Harald was another student makes him smile happily. Finally! Someone who wanted to help and not run away. He was fine doing things on his own but friends made things more fun.
"Yeah! Join! Join! Join!" Kirby pushes down on the handle and grabs it to swing it open. "Woahhhh!" He can feel the knob shaking with... excitement. And he's pretty sure that Harald can feel it too by holding him.
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Harald certainly can feel it, enough to where he blinks with surprise but continues to hold Kirby steady. He gives the little one enough room to move the door aside, and Harald stares into the abyss of the ominous door with a tilted head.
"...it's rather dark in there. Hmm."
Perhaps a little bit of light would do the trick? This tiny student, what with their apparent house, would likely be good at producing some. Harald can give it a try himself, however. "I couldn't divine anything about the other side of this door when I saw it... I imagine whatever happens to be inside is... powerful at most."
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"Hah!" Kirby seemed to have the same idea. The puffball opens his gaping mouth and he produces a rather cute spork that he's been keeping in there. Using it as his focus, he begins to craft Osmarius Sigils as he speaks in possibly the most childish, butchered version of Osmarius. However, his hand is steady and his words are technically correct, so out of nowhere, a small lantern appears in front of him.
"Say 'Hiiiiiiii!'" Kirby says as he holds the lantern above his head as best as his stubby arms will allow. He's faced god-destroying mechanical creations and eldritch nightmares. He doesn't mind if it's powerful, he just wants to see it. It might have cake.