DG takes a seat in the viewing area up front. She figures that's the best was to know what's ahead of her - at least literally - and since it's likely everyone else will want to take in the view at some point her fellow Sundered will probably show up too.
She puts her feet up on the back of the seat in front of her and sighs. This is...ridiculous, she's already been randomly transported someplace where she finds out she has magical powers and a hidden destiny. At least in the O.Z. she'd been a princess, now she's back to being a student.
A snack tray floats by and she snags an orange. "Hey," she calls after it. "Do you guys have beer? Cuz I could really go for one."
Worth a shot, but likely futile. Just like attempting to access her native magic. Still, DG peels the orange but before digging in she sets the fruit in the palm of her left hand and closes her eyes. Like Toto and Az had taught she concentrates, tries to let the light flow through her to levitate the orange, make it spin. The weird, alien magic inside her shifts and stirs but she ignores it to try and find her magic.
The more she concentrates the tighter her eyes close and the more her hand wobbles. She probably looks ridiculous.
Thaumaturgy 101
A wand? What is she, a fairy godmother? Where she's from (now that she's not from Kansas anymore) magic just sort of...happens. You focus on a thing and poof! Thing done! Whether you wanna unlock a door or travel a couple hundred miles or shrink your enemies to fit in the palm of your hand, it can be done if you want it bad enough.
So DG only half-heartedly follows along with the symbol, probably waggling the wand a little too much. "Bippity bobbity boo, I guess."
Bala-inolta
DG has the ball. She doesn't want the ball at this point but she has it and she has to get rid of it. Think think think, think faster... oh, yes! That Fantastics lesson a couple days ago, she remembers the tune and starts to whistle.
As she finishes the second bar her exact location becomes a little less clear to observers. She moves to the left, then backwards, then singles out a teammate and throws the ball.
"Here, catch!" she cries. Sadly who is supposed to catch the ball and where it's coming from might not be as obvious as she hopes.
DG | Tin Man
DG takes a seat in the viewing area up front. She figures that's the best was to know what's ahead of her - at least literally - and since it's likely everyone else will want to take in the view at some point her fellow Sundered will probably show up too.
She puts her feet up on the back of the seat in front of her and sighs. This is...ridiculous, she's already been randomly transported someplace where she finds out she has magical powers and a hidden destiny. At least in the O.Z. she'd been a princess, now she's back to being a student.
A snack tray floats by and she snags an orange. "Hey," she calls after it. "Do you guys have beer? Cuz I could really go for one."
Worth a shot, but likely futile. Just like attempting to access her native magic. Still, DG peels the orange but before digging in she sets the fruit in the palm of her left hand and closes her eyes. Like Toto and Az had taught she concentrates, tries to let the light flow through her to levitate the orange, make it spin. The weird, alien magic inside her shifts and stirs but she ignores it to try and find her magic.
The more she concentrates the tighter her eyes close and the more her hand wobbles. She probably looks ridiculous.
Thaumaturgy 101
A wand? What is she, a fairy godmother? Where she's from (now that she's not from Kansas anymore) magic just sort of...happens. You focus on a thing and poof! Thing done! Whether you wanna unlock a door or travel a couple hundred miles or shrink your enemies to fit in the palm of your hand, it can be done if you want it bad enough.
So DG only half-heartedly follows along with the symbol, probably waggling the wand a little too much. "Bippity bobbity boo, I guess."
Bala-inolta
DG has the ball. She doesn't want the ball at this point but she has it and she has to get rid of it. Think think think, think faster... oh, yes! That Fantastics lesson a couple days ago, she remembers the tune and starts to whistle.
As she finishes the second bar her exact location becomes a little less clear to observers. She moves to the left, then backwards, then singles out a teammate and throws the ball.
"Here, catch!" she cries. Sadly who is supposed to catch the ball and where it's coming from might not be as obvious as she hopes.