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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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It's not always easy to tell, here, who's one of the Sundered and who isn't. She wonders if she'll get better at it, eventually.
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"Definitely not from around here, that's for sure." He answers with a snort.
"Except back there shit happened that's just as crazy as the shit that happens here, apparently."
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Her eyebrows raise with intrigue, and the party hats pause in their mad tango. Oh, this might be useful.
"Crazy? Like what?"
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Her shrug is noncommittal.
"I don't really intend on going to your world. No offense."
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Kazuma agrees with a casual nod of his head. The mischievous glint in his eyes returns as he continues.
"As for crazy here, I take it you missed the angry swarm of Chaos Bees from the other day?"
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"Wait, that was real?"
She'd assumed it was some kind of in-joke or arcane reference. Silly her.
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Kazuma leans forward, as if he's about to share some insider knowledge, which he thinks is exactly what he's doing.
"But I did happen to run into someone who was stung, like a bunch of times. Seems that among the many possible side effects of a Chaos Bee sting is the temporary return of powers a Sundered might have lost on their warp over here."
He leans back again with a shrug, his posture casual once more.
"But then again, one of the other side effects she got was her hair catching fire. So unless the good effect could be separated from the bad ones, it's not very practical. Which means it probably isn't profitable either..."
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She eyes him again. He still doesn't look like the most trustworthy of people, but she likes a gossip as much as anyone. And it's nice to talk to someone who's concerned with mundane, predictable things like making money, for a change.
"I'm Jude. What should I call you?"
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He offers out his right hand to shake, a more neutral smile on his face than the previous mischievous-like smirks.
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She shakes, trying not to let on that the gesture is unfamiliar. (Aren't you supposed to grip hard? She grips hard.)
"Re-reborn? What do you mean?"
Japan is at least a place she recognizes, but it's his mention of another world that really sparks her interest. Could it be something like-- Faerie?
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Ow. Ow, ow, ow. What was with that handshake? Asserting her dominance?
Kazuma tries to hide his pained grimace with another toothy grin.
"Re-reborn because the last thing that I remember happening in my previous reborn world was dying. And since that's how I got there from Japan in the first place, I figure that's how I got here too."
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This gets him an odd, considering glance. He doesn't look like the type of guy who's liable to be dying quite so... often. Then again, it takes all kinds. Literally.
"Seems you're pretty lucky, then."
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"Although, if I'm being honest, I've never lost in a game of rock-paper-scissors since I was young. That's the sort of lucky that I am."
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Most people stay dead, period. All the dead people she knows have.
She places the gummy bear on the table, then stretches. She's been sitting here for a while, and it seems like the party is getting rowdier around them -- people stumbling about, making out in the open, passing out over tables. Time to leave, probably, before any trouble finds her.
But she does give him a considering glance as she rises. She'll remember his name and his face, that's for sure -- this guy who apparently can't succeed in dying.
"Kazuma, right? I'll see you around."
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The teen waves nonchalantly as she departs, popping the gummy she leaves behind into his mouth with a shrug.