"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.
Pharaoh Atem | Yu-Gi-Oh!
"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.