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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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"Well then, Yami, we begin again. Maybe I'll finally be able to make sense of the nonsensical."
Or not. It was definitely going to give him a headache, either way, but he was glad for the company. It would certainly keep things at this school from getting too dull.
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"Perhaps, and perhaps not. I am curious to see what you're able to come up with."
That much they could agree on. At least Yami wouldn't be the only one at this school from his own world. It would be quite an adjustment for him, having grown used to letting Yugi take control of his own body during any situation that didn't involve card games.
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Kaiba clenched his fist. Oh yes, that was one of the things he'd resented about the pharaoh. His ability to see right past his defenses and see him for who he really was behind the mask.
He took a calming breath and studied the passing sky for a moment longer.
"They're bound to have some sort of games with all those tricks up their sleeves. I look forward to challenging you again."
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"I imagine that they must, and when the time comes I'll also look forward to the challenge." It would be a switch playing a game where the world wasn't at stake. Would it still seem as thrilling? Though with the other competitor being Seto Kaiba, he's sure it will be.
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He'd meant what he said about his newfound respect for Yugi, and he'd been glad to stand by his side in the end against Aigami, but in all honesty he was tired of dragging the world back from the brink.
"In that respect, this might not be an entire waste."
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If Yugi hadn't taken over, would we even be able to have this conversation now?That sort of scenario could be tasking on the mind and body. Kaiba had earned a break from it, by the sound of things.
"Indeed, not." Looking past Kaiba to the window Yami got his first real look at the school. "It looks as if we've almost arrived".
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"If you expect me to regret it, I don't. Mokuba is everything to me. But I already thanked you once for saving us, don't make me repeat myself."
Of course, there were more times that the pharaoh had saved him...or would save him in the future. But the man's ego didn't need any more fluffing up.
It might risk rivaling his own that way.He leaned out the window. "A floating island. Let's hope this one stays up."
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After expelling a sigh himself,"No, I wasn't expecting you to regret your actions, Kaiba.. and believe me thanking me once was enough. It's just that the next time we face each other ideally neither one of us will be distracted by outside affairs. I want a chance to really see you at your best."
I don't think there's any risk of that Kaiba."What a curious thing to say......" Looking discerningly at his companion for a few extended moments before looking back to the aforementioned island. "It's more isolated from the rest of the world this way. I wonder... if that's intentional."
Thank you for all your help! I really appreciate it. :)
One he knows all too well, in fact.
"And secrecy is definitely a magic thing. Likely for the same reasons."
Oh, he's had more than enough of that for a lifetime. Yet here they are.