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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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[She envisions it, and it's terrifying. Even though these look harmless, that's a hard image to push past. But she doesn't have to own her own; Ken bravely takes a bite without hesitation and taste tests it. Nothing weird seems to be happening, so perhaps it is... just a cookie. She decides to try it after all, and:]
— It's good! It's really surprisingly good!
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[Now he doesn't have to feel bad about taking one more. Okay, well, maybe two more. ...Three more. Before Ken knows it, he's just gotten himself a whole napkin full. When Ken realizes it, he blushes in embarrassment but quickly plays it off by brushing the napkin in between the middle of the two of them.]
We can share and...not hold up the magical trays from serving other people.
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[She shrinks back into herself a little. She's gone and let a little bit of her other self out, and now she's at odds with herself over how to react. She feels like her friends will be proud; this is for the best, but it's still... not easy.]
But you know, I really don't even need to eat, so there's no need to hold back on my account.
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[That's interesting to know. Ken awkwardly reaches forward before putting another cookie in his mouth, enjoying the flavor of it for a bit. He wonders if it's possible to buy more of them somewhere. Wait, does he even have some sort of allowance here?]
So, do you just choose to eat then? What do you like?
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[She has to remind him, though it seems to bother her less to say it this time around. As for what she likes, she has to think about it a bit.]
There was a promotion that we did for a chicken place nearby, and we got to sample it as a gift. It was really good! [Though, she only retains that memory and cannot quite recall the taste herself.] But like most girls, I really like any sweet things... And it's a plus if it's really cute-looking.
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[Ken laughs lightly. He supposes that makes sense. He himself likes nuggets shaped like dragons.]
Though, promotion for a chicken place? Are you some sort of advertiser?
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Aaah, not exactly! Well, sometimes? I guess I'm sort of an idol...
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[That's crazy. Was he meeting a famous person? A famous person from another world? Or maybe not another world? Her name is Japanese so perhaps it's not that crazy?]
What's your group's name? C-Can I have your autograph or something?
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[His excitement is flattering, even though she's hardly the star member of the group. And she only knows the feel of their final performance, which she nearly wrecked, but... It was fun...]
We're regional idols! It might not be worth much outside of Saga...!
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Regional? And...Saga? What's that? Oh, sorry. I-I'm probably bombarding you with so many questions...
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Apparently regional idols used to be a thing for promoting commercialism in towns like that, and so that's why we were brought together...
[Reminiscing about it makes her miss her friends again, but it also fills her with some pride over being a part of it. The details are still kind of hazy, all of the buildup to what they've become, but it's a reminder that she was able to accomplish that despite herself...]
I hope that I can go back soon.
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How interesting...
[He then gives her an encouraging smile.]
You'll get back soon. I'm sure of it. If the school can't find a way for you to then I will. You have to help your town and all. That's very important!
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[She doesn't know why he's so encouraging of her when he doesn't even know her, and she... has been pretty rude thus far, but it does help ease the feeling in her heart. She places her hands in her lap, fidgeting with her fingers underneath the table.]
You, too. I'm sure that your parents must miss you.
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[Ken took a deep breath. It felt like a long time ago but it still left a wound right in his heart.]
Actually, my mom is dead. A-And my dad isn't really...around anymore.
[He didn't want to bring down the mood, especially now when Minamoto-san just started feeling better.]
But I do have friends back home who are probably worried sick about me.
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I'm really sorry... I shouldn't have said that.