Test Drive #1

[magicademymods]

Test Drive #1



The Airship There

By carriage or coach, spellwagon or ship, perhaps even on the wings of magic, the Sundered heed the call to gather at the Tenzin High Dock of Vulbaria. On this, the appointed day, a great passenger airship sits in the dock, the seals of the six Houses fluttering from flagpoles along her length and her wooden planks atremble as if it is eager to be off. At last, the gangplank descends, and the Hand of Diatu opens her doors to the Sundered so they can take their first step on the path towards protection and salvation.

Inside, you may choose from long comfortable couches, broad circular tables surrounded by straight-backed, cushioned chairs, or viewing seats at the glass front of the ship. Sundered who need special accommodations are quickly provided for, ensuring everyone travels in comfort. Trays drift through the air periodically, offering snacks and drinks to the passengers.

This may be the first chance you've had to truly relax since being swept to this strange world. Certainly it is the first chance you've had to meet your fellow Sundered. As the airship lifts gracefully off from the High Dock, your journey to Diatu begins. Excited? Nervous? Simply angry? Or perhaps searching among the crowd here for a familiar face or some sign of hope?

Rain, Rain...

Welcome to Diatu Magicademy. It's raining.

Seriously raining. One of those downpours that feels like a curtain has dropped on you, that soaks to the bone within a second of stepping into it. Obviously, this won't do, and a civic-minded cluster of Purifeul students has taken it upon themselves to solve this problem. No sooner do you step through the gates then you practically run into a giant and complex runic diagram being drawn out with long staffs by several students, all of them speaking seeming nonsense about derivatives, limits, and equations. Magic! In action right before your eyes!

And yet, just as their mathemagics wind towards the center of the diagram and they all make their final stroke -- one student slashes his line off on a weird tangent, speaking an equation that sounds nothing at all like what his fellows utter. The spell completes... weirdly, as the students look in horror at each other. The temperature abruptly drops seventy degrees, and a cold wind begins to blow.

Welcome to Diatu Magicademy. Please get out of the blizzard before you freeze.

Thaumaturgy 101

After some fifteen minutes of grumbling from Professor Loshakle, followed by half an hour of theory and basics, the grouchy old man finally gets to drawing a magical symbol on the board. "This is straight out of Fundamental Principles of Wizarding," he says, writing Sense Magic next to the symbol. "As is everything you'll learn here. I'll emphasize yet again, you MUST know the name of the spell and the proper gestures. You can't simply wave your wand in any old pattern and say any old words. That isn't how it works," he says, glaring around the class as if daring someone to question him.

But he gives no one the opportunity, instead producing a wand and making the gesture to trace the symbol he'd drawn in midair. "Sense Magic," he intones, and the air and his wand both shimmer.

"Now. You all try." Just like that. What the Professor doesn't mention is that this spell can produce some very interesting results if the symbol is off, or the timing...

Bala-inlota Practice

Bala-inlota is the main interaction the Magicademies have with each other -- the sport of wizards! Two teams take the field, with the goal of heaving a ball through their opponent's hoop. The rules primarily revolve around not inflicting lethal injury, because bala-inlota is a free-for-all at best, where each team relies on both physical and magical might to win the day.

You kind of wish someone had told you this BEFORE you got hauled onto the field so the coach could see if you've got what it takes.

Now half a dozen players are charging down the field at your ragtag group of semi-willing recruits, while another half-dozen are preparing spells that you've been absolutely assured aren't as nasty as the ones deployed in actual play. On your side: the ball, your wits, your physical ability, and maybe three classes's worth of magical education.

On the upside, magic is pretty good at healing.

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Sarah Williams | Return to Labyrinth

[notimefordreams]

Rain, Rain...
The slam of the cold after the blistering rain is enough to shake one's breath right out of their body.

Sarah is no exception here. She's soaked through as she makes the plunging run towards the main building of the school and once through the doors she very ungracefully leans forward, hands against her knees and head bent as she heaves out a few breaths.

"The least they could have done... is brought me here with a coat of some sort..."

She's in a sweater at the very least but that's not exactly shielding her from the cold when it's cold and wet.

Thaumaturgy 101
It's a big shift being here among the students and not at the front of the classroom. Highschool has been over for Sarah by a good ten years and even her college days are behind her by more than a few too. She's stood at the head of a class giving lectures about this and that for such a short time and yet she's finding the position shift of being back in the student role again is just a little mind boggling.

It's mind boggling enough that Sarah thoroughly manages to flummox this first attempt with a wand. Her timing is thoroughly off, her drawing of the symbol is missing one crucial loop and her intonation could use some work too. In short it's a fair butchering of the process and she immediately regrets it.

Particularly when her textbook decides to just sort of start flying around. The woman herself groans as it first lifts off and then rubs her hand over her face as it takes proper flight and divebombs someone nearby.

Rain, rain

[sublimelymagnificentblitz]

"Aaah, I get the feeling they didn't plan for that." Jecht ran a hand through his hair, flicking drops of water out of it as the unruly mop rebounded. If anyone had the right to complain, he did -- what with not wearing a shirt and all -- but despite the icy water streaming down him as the last of the snow finished melting off him, he didn't seem bothered at all. Not so much as a goosebump. "You okay?"

Ken Amada | Persona 3 Portable

[youngjustice]

[ The Airship There ]

Ken is certainly entranced by this new world that he ended up in despite the obvious worry he feels about what the other members of S.E.E.S. might feel about his sudden disappearance. Everything seems so new and exciting, and there are things he'd never even dream of seeing in Japan. One of the things is the airship. It is large and grand and looked like something out of a fantasy comic book. But, this world is some kind of fantasy world so it made logical sense that something like this would be here.

When the platform descended inviting the new people on, Ken does his best to walk tall amongst those who were certainly taller and probably older than him as they walked inside. The inside is just as lavishing as the outside and Ken can't help but wonder if Koromaru would have liked to ride it if he were here right now. Ken found a seat, watching in wonder at the tray that floated by, and taking the small treat that was on it. He holds it in his hands as he looks around, kicking his feet to distract himself from his nerves. He looks over to the person next to him.

"This is pretty amazing, isn't it? I never dreamed of riding in something like this." He confesses. "Oh, where are my manners? My name is Ken. Ken Amada. Nice to meet you, kind stranger."


[ Rain, Rain...]

Ken is happy that he still has his hoodie with him, especially since the rain seems really be coming down. "I wonder if it's a bad omen..." He mumbles to himself, trying to make his way to safety. Though he easily finds himself distracted when he sees the interesting display of magic not too far away. Students and faculty working together to do...something. He isn't quite sure what that magic spell does. It must have something to do with stopping the rain, right? Can they really control the whether with magic?

He gets his answer when it seems something unexpected happens judging by the other students' reactions. Ken wraps his arms tightly around himself, his small form immediately beginning to shiver. Well, it seems he's gotten his answer in the worst way possible. Ken pushes himself forward, the thoughts of getting to safety being the first thing on his mind. But then he sees someone else struggling just as much and the thoughts to help override the first ones. He approaches, a kind smile on his face despite the freezing cold whether.

"E-Excuse me." He stutters out, his teeth chattering slightly. "Do you need any assistance?"

Rain, Rain

[delusionsofleveilleur]

The cold takes him entirely by surprise, and he collapses to one knee, holding tightly to his clothes— which are doing a poor job indeed of retaining any warmth. It can't be help seeing as they had become so soaked with rain, else they may have stood a chance against the sudden blizzard. His breath has become visible at once, an indicator of just how low the temperature has fallen. The water droplets upon his skin harden at once into tiny ice crystals that nip at his skin, causing enough of a sharp pain to induce a headache. He is really, terribly, tremendously weak to the cold.

The complete and sudden change of the weather hits him so fast, but he knows that he must press on towards the building, no matter how much he finds it difficult to move. He starts to push himself upright when he hears a voice asking if he needs help— a voice, he might add, that sounds equally as distressed about this situation as himself. Upon inspection, it's a young boy, certainly younger than Alphinaud, and while he appreciates the kindness, there is a tinge of disappointment in himself to have shown such a disgraceful appearance to one he ought to be leading by example.

"I shall be fine," he nods firmly, with a smile that backs up his claim. Still clutching at his upper arms, he gets back on his feet and nods his head towards the entrance of the building. "Come! We mustn't tarry here or we're like to catch a terrible cold, or worse."

Hope Estheim | Final Fantasy XIII

[distantfuture]

Airship

[Hope stood on the deck of the airship, having given up on finding any familiar faces at this time. He gazed out into the open air, taking in the sights of this other world. While he was fascinated, much like he had been when traversing Gran Pulse, he was distracted by the matter at hand and no one around him to help take his mind off of it like before. He went from being a l'Cie to a Sundered. If it wasn't one thing, it was another.

He sighed heavily, resting his arms on the railings. He covered the brand on his arm, his thumb idling stroking it. It was all very confusing right now. What was going on back home? Did they save Cocoon? He wanted to believe they did. But he had been in stasis prior to his arrival here. Upon awakening, he merely learned that while he no longer seemed to have his powers, he gained new ones instead. New ones that needed to be tamed before he self-destructed.]

I think this ticking time-bomb can be stopped.

[It was said without much emotion, however. He wanted to remain positive and, dare he say it, hopeful, but it was hard when this situation was almost eerily similar to the last. The only difference was that he was not going to be hunted down and he was not tasked with destroying worlds and killing people. He was thankful for that and the people seemed to genuinely want to help him, rather than harm. But he spent the last several weeks on the run for his life before going up against gods themselves. He wasn't going to trust strangers so easily. He took a breath through his nose and let it out.]

Okay. [He turned to leave, backing right up into someone behind him. He jumped.] Oh! Sorry.

Bala-inlota Practice

[Magic was, indeed, pretty good at healing. Something Hope was actually very familiar with. He decided Thaumaturgy would be the closest thing to what he knew from home and the first thing he decided would be best to learn was curative in nature.

Hope got to avoid being pulled into the games themselves, instead using what he learned to heal any players that could be sent his way with not too grievous of wounds. He was just a beginner, after all, but he was a welcome help among the nurse staff. Also, he knew first aid from his travels. Sometimes, the more practical thing was better than healing every small cut and bruise.]

Trust me, just letting it heal naturally is better when it's this minor. But - [He did, however, go for the more deeper wound on the person. Are you next in line? Another helper? Or something who believes he's doing it wrong by bandaging instead of using magic?]

Airship

[bridge_princess]

[She was used to being bumped into. It was no big deal... well, actually every time it was happening, she was grumbling and mumbling about nobody paid attention to her. But she was so used to it, that that reaction was a regular and constant thing for her. She glanced over at hope with a narrowed eyed look and then shrugged.]

Whatever. It happens all the time. [Mutter mutter.] What time bomb?

[Well, she'd been listening at least?]

[stillnewatthis]

My apologies.

[Says the large hippotaur robot with a fusion driver for an arm, as she lifts her normal hand to wave off his own apology.]

I am afraid this airship was not designed for the OR-series robot. I am endeavoring to take up as little space as possible, but...

[She rubs the back of her head awkwardly, four-paneled eyes narrowed into a ^.^ expression.]

[airship]

[spellswords]

[Really, she had plenty of time to move. She'd been standing near by peering over the side and casually eavesdropping. Not on purpose but her mind had been wandering and she happened to have heard his voice. She notices when he begins to turn away but doesn't choose to step aside.

Instead when he runs into her she steps back from the railing and turns to face him, lifting one hand to her hip.]

It's quite all right. I suppose I was standing in your way. [She was blocking the path back from the deck, somewhat.] Do you often talk out loud to yourself?

Princess Peach Toadstool | Super Mario Bros.

[8worldsaway]

Airship

The idea of floating airships wasn't something that Peach typically enjoyed, considering the awkward history that she's personally had when being aboard them. Though, while first reluctant to board, the Princess cannot help but admire the architecture and splendor of the flying ship. Rather than simple panels of wood and noisy cannons, the ship seems more like a pleasure cruise than a prison cell.


Not one to be bashful or waste an opportunity, the former ruler of the Mushroom Kingdom takes it upon herself to meet and greet those aboard. Cite her royal upbringing or her way of trying to feel more comfortable, nevertheless there's another eager young girl on the ship that's looking to make a good first impression with some unfamiliar faces.]

My, what lovely weather for a flight, wouldn't you agree? It's awfully nice of them to let us take a ride on such a beautiful ship. My name is Peach, Peach Toadstool. Are you a visitor in this land as well?


Bala-inlota Practice

[Practice had finally finished, and it certainly showed on the young Princess' form. Peach was used to these sort of exerting and trying physical sports, considering the crowd she usually hung out with. Soccer had been a breeze for her, and golf a casual game with its own dangers. A rough sport such as this had been a welcome addition to her past-times, though due to her over-eagerness she had sustained a rather brutal sprain to her ankle that put her onto the sidelines rather early.

A precursory glance at the wound gave the tell-tale signs of a minor injury, though one that would need some manner of treatment.. and soon. Were there any healers on the field? Or would this mean a trip to the school's infirmary?

Either way, the poor girl is holding back small tears while assuring her teammates that she's fine and can continue to play.. despite being told otherwise.]

Airship

[bridge_princess]

[Parsee was legitimately shocked to have someone who looked like nobility or royalty walking right up to her like she was someone worth talking to and speaking directly to her, asking her her name and just chatting. It was like she was treating her like a person, not just an irritation or obstacle.

She was, initially, a little taken aback and confused by the sight, her eyes popping widely while she thought about what had just been said.]

Uhhhh... I ... guess? It's Parsee, and yeah, some idiot brought me here on accident. [Blink blink. What the heck?]

Airship

[sublimelymagnificentblitz]

[Well, here's two opposites for you. Sweet young princess -- and a grizzled shirtless guy who's halfway towards looking like a wild animal pulled in from the forest. But despite that feral appearance, her greeting makes him grin.] You really think I fit in with the locals?

[He's at least a little self-aware.]

Name's Jecht.

Minamoto Sakura | Zombie Land Saga

[revidolize]

The Airship There

[Why did she agree to come along on this airship? It's not like anything is going to change simply because she does. Even if the magic within her causes her to self-destruct, what is she going to do— die? Again? She's already a zombie.

She can't help but look around, trying to ignore the slight skipping of her heart as it marvels at the mysterious world around her, as much as she tries to ignore the sensation. A tea tray floats her way, and she barely manages to duck before colliding with it— but then she smacks right into a snack tray and it dumps some cookies all over her hair. So now it's full of crumbs, and that's great.

It really takes away the magical feeling, and she sulks over to the viewing area, tired and just wanting to rest. The view is... rather breathtaking as well, though, but NO, who cares! So what if it is?

Looking forward to anything is futile. It never lasts. The only thing she can count on is her ability to ruin whatever she touches.

Not even caring about the messy state of her hair, she leans over and rests her head on the table, sighing deeply as she watches this new world go by.]

Thaumaturgy 101

[Now she's sitting in class. What's the point of even going, though? She spaces out through the entire lecture, just passing time, really.

The teacher emphasizes the importance of magic words and motions, and she would be the one who dares question him... if she cared enough. As it stands, she avoids contact when his piercing gaze meets hers. Whatever, she just has to try it. No one ever said she had to be good at harnessing this magic.]

Sense Magic.

[She says it so halfheartedly and barely flicks her wand, clearly resenting having to put in any actual effort, and in an instant, it starts to rain from the ceiling as if an emergency sprinkler system were putting out a fire. A number of students duck under their desks, as the water is like ice, but not Sakura. She throws her wand to the ground and sighs.]

Of course.

the airship there

[youngjustice]

[ Ken is still in amazement at the airship, the experience being a first for the young boy. The actual magic being used to carry trays is only a plus and adds to the experience. It is like going to the theme park for the first time, really.

Ken continues to observe his surroundings and only pauses when he sees an odd looking girl who seems to be having...a time. It is not a good one, either, from the looks of the obvious messiness in her hair from her clash with one of the trays. She looks sad so Ken approaches, a smile on his face.]

Excuse me. You...have something in your hair.

The Airship There

[darkenedmoon]

[The woman is not far off, observing this strange child with the cookie-crumb hair. Her black brows furrow, and for a moment a scowl crosses her face, and then a more thoughtful look follows it, ruby lips pursing.]

You look about as thrilled to be here as I do. What troubles you?

[Not that Yotsuyu couldn't wager a guess, or a dozen guesses. Still, to her, the airship was something that remotely resembled home, if a home she'd likely never return to again. She put out a hand and snatched a cup of tea from a tray that sailed past, lifting it to her lips for an all-too-proper sip. And waited, with an imperious air about her. A bluff of sorts? Perhaps.]

Vaarsuvius | Order Of The Stick

[gender_neutral]

Rain

V was still trying to get used to this place. Well, no, actually, the place itself was not all together odd, it was the infernal frustration of being trapped here, magical might whittled back down to potential rather than skill while the fate of the world might well be waiting to weigh on slender elven shoulders.

Still, V would not be V if the chance to learn new forms of arcane might were ignored. One must always be open to new ways to make the laws of physics sit down and shut up. And seeing the spell being worked by the students was fascinating at first, but quickly the problem became obvious. Even before the student's errant line, it was clear this spell would never work.

And of course V was exactly the sort of person to let them know this! Even with all the recent character development, slipshod magery could not be tolerated.

"Listen to me!" V said, three fingered hands raised into the air. If the small stick figure mage was aware that no one was paying the least bit of attention to the indignant words being spoken, nay, shouted at them... well no, it was pretty clear that the purple haired elf was unaware of the utter lack of rapt attention.

Or perhaps someone was just used to it....


"This diagram is fundamentally flawed from the start! Count how many people you have working upon the casting, you need to either remove three of them or add ten! Numbers are crucial in epic level spells! Not that Control Weather should even need this many mages! It is a seventh level spell! Sure, you could in theory increase the duration or area of effect with more mages, but the amount of feats alone to make that work is simply an impractical use of resources. What is more, one could deduce that your intent is to halt the rain, but that is not even what this diagram would do as you are drawing it! It would simply turn the rain into some odd colour, perhaps blue! Why anyone would waste such effort to change the colour of falling water is beyond me, which is why I must presume this is an error and not your intent."

"But have no fear, I am here to help you fix your simple mistakes so that you might all learn. While my spell slots may well have been stripped from me in this curst place - a place I can only presume is where my soul is being held by those fiends - my knowledge of the arcane is intact! And I, Vaarsuvius, shall bend my hundreds of years of study to your aid! Now, if you simply alter the mandela to...."

And that was when the student made the errant line.

"NO! NO you fool! That line will alter the spell! If you cast with it like that it will...."

A sigh as the temperature shifted.

"Snow."

V huffed a bit. "First the boats, then the dragon, now this.... will these side arcs never end? Some of us have a quest to attend to, a plot to finish, and a villian to foil, hopefully by the end of the next book!"

"Fine. I have done what I could." A sigh, then a single hand was lifted to cast a simple spell. "Protection from spells." Nothing happened. "Ah. Right. As Sir Greenhilt might say, were he present, stupid railroad plots."

And with that, the elf turned to go inside, rather disgusted.

Thena Starling (Malleable Protagonist character) | Harry Potter; A Hogwarts Mystery

[thena_starling]

Thaumaturgy 101

Hmmmm..... It bothered Thena to be at some school other than Hogwarts, especially without fully knowing why. Did this have something to do with the cursed ice? The Cursed Vaults? Her brother? All of this would be easier to handle if Rowan and Penny were here. She missed Ben too, of course, but suspected that he would be terrified of this place.

She shook her head and made herself focus. Whoever this teacher was, he couldn't be any worse than Professor Snape, and no matter who her classmates were, she doubted they were any worse than Merula. So she just had to focus, learn what she could, and bring this knowledge home.

It was hard, having lost the spells and charms she'd spent the whole past year learning, but she could learn anew, she could. And if she could impress Professor Flitwick, she could impress Professor Loshakle. She was the only Ravenclaw here, so she had to make the best possible impression. And who knew, maybe when she came home she would even get some house points for this adventure.

She took a deep breath to steady herself, then lifted her wand, carefully tracing the shape he had created. "Sense Magic." Thankfully wand control and chanting were two of her best subjects. Had this been History of Magic she could have been in trouble. But This was like duling, like charms, this came naturally to her.

Well..it had back home. Here... she would keep practicing, just as she did there.

She wouldn't fail at this. She wouldn't. And maybe the teachers here knew something about her brother.... she had to impress them!

Xion | Kingdom Hearts Days |Spoilers for the end of her game like whoa.

[nobodys_puppet]

Airship

No.... no. This was wrong. This didn't make any sense. She was supposed to have rejoined Sora. That... This... This couldn't be Sora, right? This was some odd sort of vessel soaring through the skies but that didn't mean this was Sora...

Because she knew what rejoining Sora meant. What it had to mean. She had to die. Well... no.

One who was never alive, couldn't die. She couldn't die because she wasn't alive, wasn't a person. She wasn't even a proper nobody. She was just... Xion. A Copy of Roxas who was a Nobody. She was a broken mirror. A useless puppet. All she could do to try and make up for the harm she did was to go back to Sora.

To cease to exist.

So... why was she on an airship? And what was she supposed to do about the fact that people were looking at her? She wasn't supposed to be seen!

She hunched as far back into the darkest corner she could find, and hid her head between her knees, arms curled around her legs. Her Keyblade didn't work, and she was here, alone, instead of part of Sora. She had failed.

Again.

She kept her hood up at all times. Bad enough to be seen, worse to know that whoever looked at her was just going to see a blank face, or Sora's face, or a broken mirror or whatever it was that people who weren't her friends saw.

She closed her eyes, shoulders shaking, as she wished for whatever this was to just be over. If she failed here... if she couldn't even die properly... then she just wanted to go back to her room, with her seashells and fade away, so that she wasn't draining Roxas' power anymore.

"Roxas..." she whispered into her legs. "Axel. I'm sorry...."

hi lets be emo together lol

[revidolize]

It seems the two of them had scouted out the same dark corner to hide into, a place where no one seemed to notice, and therefore, Sakura could sit there in peace without being bothered by further prospects of hope and ambition.

She had noticed this girl settle down in the exact same position as her, though Sakura herself had done a pretty decent job of blending into her surroundings, making herself a part of the furniture. When the cloaked figure sat down beside her, she tightened her arms around her knees, expecting a talk of some sort, but she was met with a comforting silence. By the atmosphere, perhaps there was another here who shared her sentiments... Not that she's glad for that. She wouldn't wish this feeling on anyone.

She considers striking up the conversation herself, the part of her that still wants to try seeking freedom, but she swallows it down. What, she's going to try making a friend even here? In this situation? And even if that were to go well, she couldn't offer anything but misery. That's just who she is.

But she hears the voice, soft and delicate— belonging to a young girl, and it helps to compel her to speak. She can't really do anything on her own... It isn't like she could make a positive difference, but there only needs to be one person here to endure all of the misfortune.

"Are those the names of your friends...?" she says suddenly, without concern that she has eavesdropped. She doesn't look her way; instead, she lowers her chin down upon her knees. Her voice is flat, seemingly unconcerned, but that's simply the best she can manage right now.

Pharaoh Atem | Yu-Gi-Oh!

[king_of_egypt]

The Airship There

"I don't require anything at this time, but thank you," Atem waved off one of the floating trays of refreshments, unsure if his verbal reply was at all necessary. It seemed to do the trick however, as the magic-infused tray took it's leave. Then the pharaoh returned to gazing out of the large window before him, watching the landscape change as the ship proceeded to move. His unusual attire had granted him more than a few strange looks on the airship, but if it bothered him he wasn't projecting it. It wasn't the first time he'd been drawn to a more modern era, so he could understand the confusion on their parts. Actually, he was rather confused himself.

Hadn't he already completed the tasks that had been put into motion three-thousand years ago? Perhaps, he shouldn't have been surprised considering that when the world needed his intervention he had managed to return to Domino one last time, but this was something entirely different. Atem was unfamiliar with this land, and the form that magic took here. Just what was the meaning in all this?

With a sigh, he uncrossed his arms, allowing them to fall to his sides. The answers weren't likely to just appear before him, so perhaps he'd better start by talking to some of the other passengers. He reminded himself that he was not the only one out of his element. Maybe there was a common thread to tie them all together, some reason why each of them were chosen.

Thaumaturgy 101

As Atem watched the lecture, he couldn't help envisioning Mahad in Professor Loshakle's place. His friend already had his hands full with one apprentice but the idea of having to deal with an entire classroom full amused the pharaoh to no end. The daydream had a drawback to it, as it had him feeling oddly homesick. It would have been a nice change if someone had come on this adventure with him this time. Forcing those thoughts to the back of his mind, he attempted to give the professor his full attention, despite how dry the lesson was. It was far removed from the more dramatic situations he usually found himself in.

When it came time for the class to attempt the spell for themselves, he glanced at his fellow students to get a sense of what to expect. The results were a mixed bag. Whelp. Atem could only delay this for so long. As someone who had spent a considerable amount of time with spellcasters in the past he hadn't expected to become one himself. Though it could be argued that with the aide of the Egyptian Gods and the Millennium puzzle he had already dabbled in the arts, this was still a different dimension and there was no rule stating that spells would work exactly the same as they did anywhere else.

Raising his wand aloft, he swished it through the air to recreate the pattern that was shown to them, then in a deep tone he spoke the incantation aloud as he concentrated on what he was trying to accomplish. "Sense Magic." His wand began to glow brightly. Apparently, some congratulations were in order- that was until a dozen of these began dropping from the ceiling. "Kuriboh?" Atem questioned, as more of the fuzzy plush balls started raining down. With an undignified yelp, he instinctively raised his arms over his head to deflect anymore of them from bonking him on the head. If they didn't stop soon, they were all going to be buried in them.

airship

[burningbrighter]

Sunset had spent most of the journey thus far coming to terms with her fate. It hurt to be so far from home and from her friends...but hadn't learning magic been her goal the entire time? Sure, she'd become corrupted by her desire and had to start again from the bottom, but she'd restored her faith in herself by now. This was something she could do.

And the first step was reaching out with kindness. Someone caught her eye as she walked. Was he feeling out of place? She approached cautiously, a gentle smile on her face.

"Hi. Do you mind if I sit here? I promise I won't bother you too much."

Webby Vanderqauck | Ducktales 2017

[woo_oo]

The Airship There

[HOLY COW THIS IS THE BEST DAY EVER??? Webby is almost literally bouncing off the walls, wanting to inspect every little thing, ask every little question, and is only stopped when she spots the glass viewing window. She zooms on over, ignoring the seats so she can presses her face to the glass.]

Woooow... Look at all that! This place is huge! Oh, I've always wanted to visit another dimension! Aside from the time with the murder-poinies and the deadly golf game. But I'm sure this'll be much more fun.

[Is she blocking your view? You want to tell her to calm the hell down? Or... wait, murder-ponies?]

Rain, Rain...

[While most sensible people are heading inside, Webby isn't. She looks at everyone walking away before flailing her hands.]

What, we're just going to give up? C'mon, so it's a little nippy!

[She is decidedly ignoring that her skirt is freezing to her legs.]

If we all work together on the formula, I'm sure we can get it right! Math can be fun!

[Granted, she has no idea what the actual spell was supposed to do, but a little thing like logic never stopped her. She's already heading back to the diagram, kneeling down in order to read it.]

... Okay, the math is a tiny bit more complicated than what I'm used to, but team work makes the dream work! ... Different dimensions use the same numbers, right?

Thaumaturgy 101

[Sounds simple enough. And Webby, being a good student, does get it right on the first try! Hurray! Pleased, she does it a few more times, giggling merrily with each success. But all that rain/cold from earlier is starting to catch up...]

Sense... ACHOO! ... Magic?

[That 'shimmer' suddenly turns into a very sharp PING that shoots out, bouncing off the windows and walls. Will it hurt if it hits you? We're hoping not. It keeps bouncing harder and faster off each surface...]

... Uh-oh.

Bala-inlota Practice

DEATH TO THE OPPONENT!

[The good news is that if you're on Webby's team, she will fight to defend you from any blows, whether it be with her own body or her spells.

The bad news is that if you're not on her team, she's not showing any mercy. If spells won't work, she knows several forms of karate that she's more than happy to use on you. And why does this small child have the strength of several full grown-men?!]

VICTORY WILL BE OURS! FOR THE GLORY OF... Say, did we ever decide on team names? I like "The Sparkly Sisters"!

The Airship There

[lyingthroughyourbeak]

[ Louie doesn't bat an eye at the mention of murder-ponies, since... you know... he was there. That, and he's too busy trying to chase Webby down through the scattered crowd of people taking residence on the airship. He's relieved when she finally stops by the window, as it gives him enough time to stop and catch his breath. How can Webby run around like that without breaking a sweat? His lungs are on fire, and he feels like he's one step away from collapsing. ]

Yeah, Webs... It's gonna be... great!

[ He doesn't bother hiding his aggressive sarcasm. He's sure it'll go right over Webby's head anyways. Why couldn't one of his brothers get magic-zapped into another world with him? Even Dewey is easier to keep up with than Webby. ]

Harrison | Camp Camp

[abracaowned]

That Airship There

[ As someone who's spent all of his formative years trying to convince the people around him that, yes, magic does exist, and yes, he does know how to do it, this whole experience has been strangely validating. Terrifying, but validating nonetheless. Even if he is... starting again from scratch.

But that's fine! Now he can learn to use his new powers and spend his time with others in the same position. It's more or less a dream come true.

Still, he finds himself sitting near one of the airship's windows in silence, silently shuffling a deck of cards in his lap. Because that's all this is. Reshuffling the deck... right? ]

Thaumaturgy 101

[ On the first day of classes, Harrison seats himself at the front of class, sitting up at attention the whole time. That is, when he's not taking copious notes. By the time he's allowed to try a spell himself, he's practically glowing with excitement (but not literally, thank god). ]

Sense Magic!

[ His movement is too enthusiastic, too quick, and maybe he's shaking a little, but it's not a big deal, ri- Oh god, one of his books is on fire. Why is it on fire? He thought he was done with accidentally lighting things on fire!

He's simply staring at the fire in shocked silence, his wand slowly slipping from his limp hand and clattering to the floor. Someone may want to snap him out of it, lest they want the whole desk to catch fire as well. ]

airship

[blue_ice]

[Oh look. Skilled hands shuffling cards. Kaiba doesn't pay much attention to the nonsense going on around him on this voyage, he'd really rather not be in this situation, but that familiar movement catches his eye.

He doesn't appear to be a duelist, but he'll ask, because the other paths his mind has gone down are even more terrifying. Oh, the horrors that await a prideful skeptic at a magical boarding school.]

Are those cards for a game or a trick?

Yotsuyu goe Brutus | Final Fantasy XIV

[darkenedmoon]

Rain, Rain

[As a rule, Yotsuyu did not necessarily mind rain. It fed the fields, made the crops grow, and generally, she did understand its importance. But usually she was shielded from the unpleasantness of the associated chilly downpour. It made her hair into a drenched black veil, soaked her silks, and turned her into a shivering mess.

Thus, she hated it. Pale eyes snapping with anger, she nearly stumbled over a student or two as she staggered through the gate, and she could feel the rope of her temper fray a few more strands towards snapping. The fact that she nearly messed up the diagram, clearly magickal, did not help, either...]

What in the name of the Emperor...?

[And then the other student skews his part of the drawing, the spell completes, and instead of rain, it's snow that's falling, and the kimono she wears is slowly becoming sheathed in ice. And that is when her fraying temper snaps.]

You idiot eikon-summoners, what is the meaning of this?! You should be fed to beasts, the entire lot of you! No wonder the Empire wanted this entire foolish practice abolished! Are you trying to kill us all? Out of my way!

[She aims her delicately sandaled foot at the nearest student lacking the wits to scurry away in time, and turns to go inside, clearly shivering by now.]


Thaumaturgy 101

[It's true, they gave her an option to study anything she'd wanted. And thaumaturgy was supposedly useful back in Eorzea, wasn't it? The sort of thing that gave those accursed black mages their terrifying destructive power. But had it really been like this? Yotsuyu rolled her eyes and glared at the back of the ancient's head. This was boring. At least until the old man got around to drawing an actual magickal symbol on the chalkboard. She straightened and leaned forward in her seat, yellow eyes narrowing in an attempt to memorize the symbol, since she had no example before her, save for the one on the board and the one the professor was providing.

It seemed simplicity itself...so Yotsuyu took the wand provided, tracing the symbol in the air. Utterly unaware of how her hand dipped, twitching briefly at the end...so. Just enough to throw it off.]

Sense Magick! [Or maybe it's her insistence on pronouncing a definite 'k' on the end of the word magic that's her downfall. In any case, something does happen. Yotsuyu is unaware, however, that her hair has turned stark white, and thus she thinks it's failed. It takes an act of will for her not to throw the wand across the room.]

Oh, what rubbish!

[burningbrighter]

[Hey, Sunset isn't all that happy about this either. She has a life to lead, and while the possibilities of new magic certainly enchanted her imagination...this is a nice, cold dose of reality. She pulls her jacket tighter around herself and cautiously sloshes her way inside....

...when someone much angrier than she had been storms by. The sight is painfully familiar. For some reason, Sunset dares to lift her voice.]

Uh, are we really in a position to be threatening the ones who have all the magic?

Hel | Valkyrie Connect

[paradoxical_personality]

Rain, Rain

The water had already plastered her pigtails to her side, and her mood was soured enough when the presumably amateur magicians made the situation worse. She was just tempted to punish them for meddling with forces they didn't understand. Raising a hand she tested the theory that even an Aesir's abilities could be taken from them. When nothing happened after her incantation, she leveled a piercing glare at them. " You're fortunate, that seal on my powers is in place... But I wouldn't expect your fortune to last".

Attempting not to do something undignified like shivering as she marched into the building to prevent any more icicles from forming on either her hair or her clothes.

It was unlike her to resort to violence first however with a dozen worries on her mind, and this new inconvenience, it hadn't taken much to sway her hand. At least nothing came of it but an empty threat. This wasn't where she should be when Helheim, nay all the lands were in peril. "While I'm gone Skuld better not be stuffing her face..."

Bala-inlota Practice

With an upturned nose, Hel surveyed the Bala-inlota field with displeasure. "You're kidding aren't you?" Despite the fact that the action seemed to be headed in her direction the Aesir folded her arms defiantly, and complained to anyone who was in hearing distance. "I'm Queen of the underworld, I see no reason why I should engage in this activity. It's not as if I want to get hot and sweaty and have grass stains all over my clothes....". Nothing she said stopped the players that were drawing ever nearly. Hel managed to luck out as the opposing team rushed passed her without incident. She didn't have the ball and she wasn't activity blocking the goal so they left her be. The rush of wind only mildly tousled her hair, and skirt.

Confident that would be the end of her involvement on the field, she turned to leave when she caught sight of one of the other students that was on her team. Terror blazed in the student's eyes as a dozen spells were shot in their direction. Now, that just wasn't playing fair. Heaving a sigh, as if this was a great personal sacrifice on her part, Hel raised her wand aloft and tried for a basic protection spell they'd been teaching earlier in the day. It was enough, to prevent injury to the isolated team member but it was not enough to save them the game.

RAIN

[laughswithfan]

"You are the lucky one!"

The diminutive little girl pulled out her fan and laughed happily behind it as if she were the least bit dainty.

"I am Lady Asuka First Princess of the country of Fahren and soon to be ruler of this new school place! You had better not try your magic on my subjects again or I will have to discipline you! MY spells never fail!"

Sho Minamimoto | TWEWY | Airship

[grim_heaper]

Where the factor.....?

Minamimoto frowned, looking around, scowling. This was not the Shibuya UG.

"WHERE THE FACTORING HECTOPASCALS AM I? PLEASE EXCUSE MY DEAR AUNT SALLY, YOU ZETTA SON OF A DIGIT! YOU DID THIS TO ME! YOU ARE GARBAGE, YOU HEAR ME? GARBAGE! AS SOON AS I GET BACK - CRUNCH!" He slammed his black fist into his pale palm "I'LL ADD YOU TO
THE HEAP!"

His threats made he glared around the airship, looking around for someone who could tell him how to get back to Shibuya. "You! Yoctogram!" he called out to the nearest person, even if they were right beside him. He twirled his megaphone from the strap around his wrist, like he was about to use it to keep screaming. "Where am I and why am In surrounded by zeroes?"