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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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Téa might be surprised to learn that he took a fair bit longer to get ready than she did. He agonized over his appearance, knowing he needed to protect his usual icy, perfectly pieced together exterior. And without a mirror it was that much more difficult.
He finally stepped out, neatly tucking in his tie. His hair was somewhat mussed up from all the drying, which irritated him immensely. But as much as he hated to admit it, she'd been right. He did feel slightly better.
"It's possible that I'm ill, or it might just be disgust with the situation. But I'm as ready as I'll ever be. Are you?"
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She was beginning to wonder if the male uniform was more complicated than the female variety when he finally emerged. At least she had the good sense not to voice it. If things were different she might have been a bit more fastidious herself, but she wasn't getting ready to go out on stage, she was just headed for an impromptu visit to whomever was in charge.
"Looking good, Kaiba," She encouraged, though he likely didn't need the praise.
Was it really worth getting this upset over a downpour turned blizzard? Still, she had agreed to help so there was no backing out now. "Couldn't be more ready." She turned to exit the room when she realized they were going to need to ask for directions again. There were still a few people milling about the dungeon so she approached one of them. "Excuse me, but could you direct us to the main office?" Once that was sorted she returned to Kaiba's side and shared the information.
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"Not far then. So long as these staircases don't move, it's a straight shot."
His familiar confidence had returned to his step now, but as they ascended, he began to consider his approach.
"I've heard this world's magic is controlled by precision, something like an equation. In theory, that should be difficult to mess up so spectacularly, right?"
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"Nope, not far at all." Téa replied with a note of relief hoping he didn't just jinx them. I mean in a magical school anything could happen right?
"If that's really how it works, then yeah in theory it should be." She answered while continuing up the stairs with him. "This sort of magic should be a breeze for you when you actually start attending classes." Acknowledging his gift for the more intellectual subjects. Pleasant conversation aside she was starting to wonder just what Kaiba was going to lead with when they arrived at their destination. It's not like she wanted to be labeled a troublemaker on her first day.
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He folded his hands together. "So...wouldn't it make sense for mathematics to be a mandatory course? The structure might make incidents like this less common."
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"Did you come up with a whole list of improvements the school could make on the trip over?" She looked up at him and blinked a couple of times in rapid succession. "Math is pretty important for a lot of occupations, I am kind of surprised that it's not already required."
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"It's a work in progress. I'll have to experience classwork for myself before we can truly begin. But no, it's apparently optional."
Another grudging drop in the respect bucket for her.
"My aim for tonight is to ask about the frequency of these mishaps, and if there is any grave safety concern. Once we have a foundation in these arcane rules, we can advance the rest."