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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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"And...you know, that's pretty much how I feel. I'll tell you, but my answer's a little bit complicated. It might sound like I'm completely crazy, but...promise not to laugh 'til I'm done?"
She took a breath and continued. "I actually wasn't born human. I'm a unicorn from the realm of Equestria, and I became human when I entered a portal to a parallel world. As a unicorn, I had pretty powerful magic---growing vines, teleporting, shielding, the works. But there was no magic in the human world until I brought it there, where it started acting strangely."
She folded her hands together. "I guess all of this is what I get for that."
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"Come again?" The words slipped out before he could stop himself. She did say it was more complicated, apparently he should have believed her. Could this girl truly have been an equine whose traveled to not just one other dimension but two? Stranger things have happened. "That sounds like you had quite a range in terms of magical abilities."
"So, you suspect that you're here as some sort of punishment?" That was an intriguing theory, was there anyone Atem had wronged in the past that was capable of this?
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"And I don't mean punishment like they were actively aware of what I've done and chose me. I mean, like...a natural consequence, maybe? I've meddled so much and been at the center of so many magic battles that when they started the spell that accidentally pulled us here, my aura was so strange that it was bound to find me."
She leaned back, looking at him curiously. "You haven't done anything like that, have you?"
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Atem nodded to her amendment. "I see. That is certainly something worth looking into," Making a mental note of it. "Since you were so predisposed to magic, the magic of this world was able to single you out." As for meddling, well she wasn't the only one who'd ever done such a thing.
"Who- me?" Trying to sound innocent but the pitch of his voice betrayed him. In all honesty, Atem hadn't decided on just how much he wanted to reveal about himself as of yet. The battle over the Millennium items was over, was there any lingering harm in just being truthful about it? One nervous chuckle later,"I might have gotten wrapped up in my fair share of incidents." Not all of them were beyond reproach either, like when he used the Seal of the Orichalcos, or... the early days of when the puzzle was first put back together. This could be some sort of karmic balancing.
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"I don't know what I expected, but that's not so surprising. Maybe magic touched all of us in some way...which is kind of terrifying, because people can do horrible things with it if they aren't committed to controlling themselves. Been there, done that."
She steeples her fingers and breathes. It's an embarrassing confession, but a warning. "I really hope they know what they're getting into, bringing that much raw magic together."
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"Same," There had been one or two times you could say that he didn't in fact control himself. In general it was usually for the right reasons but there were a few exceptions and he wasn't exactly proud of any of his dalliances. When you feel passionately about something, you can let your emotions hold too much sway over your actions.
"They may not. This seemed like a new phenomenon for them, however they are addressing it in the manner they see fit." Educating the Sundered did seem more proactive then leaving them to their own devices.