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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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Sae was a nervous person by nature but charming in her own way. He recognized the gesture and reached out to shake her hand.
"Oh- no, I was never in a club such as that. So, there are actually schools out there who have that sort of club as an option?" Honestly, he shouldn't have been too surprised but, magic wasn't main stream enough in Domino to warrant such attention. " I do however understand the merit in combining your efforts with others. I never would have been able to accomplish much without the aide of my friends."
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Her downtrodden attitude shifts to defiance and sparkles as she makes a fist and holds it up in front of her.
"But, Takakura says that's alright! Not many people really understand magic and that is going to give us a edge when we take on the Bell. It will be a surprise and it won't know how to react to us."
Sounds like a good idea really. Five novice magic users taking on an entire alien invasion fleet when even the governments of the world couldn't stop it.
"At least that was the plan before I ended up here."
With a confused pout she cast a look around the classroom.
"I mean it's been fun meeting everyone and... and... you have all been so nice but I don't know where my friends are or how to get back to them. Are any of your friends here?"
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Apparently Sae didn't need another pep talk as she rallied on her own. Then she said something that contradicted the opinion he had been forming about her world. So magic was still uncommon, just this small collection of students were invested in it. "What danger does this Bell pose to the populace?" ... and was it a literal bell? Those usually weren't aggressive in nature.
Change those to a few skilled duelists and you might have a chance. Cough"Whatever magic pulled us here has stripped you away from a tenuous and critical moment." Then he bowed his head briefly sympathizing with her. "I would assume that if they are not here at the academy then they must still be in their own dimension... and as to my friends, I am not sure".no subject
She paused and looked skyward in thought.
"Well, it hasn't really done anything since it landed in the ocean, but it's alien and when it first arrived it sent out a message that it was taking over. The military's of the world weren't able to do anything about it. Now it just sits there. Some times it sends out probes to look around, but it hasn't really done anything. It even obeys traffic signals and everyone seems content to try and ignore it. Takakura says that's not good enough! That the Earth is our world and we can't just let the Bell take it over."
She seemed to agree with that idea as she nodded after her story.
"It is difficult to be here without my friends but... maybe yours are here! I can help you look for them after class! That is..."
Sae pales and blushes as suddenly the rambles seem to have reappeared.
"That is... if you want the help. I'm not very good at finding people. Maybe there is a spell that could help... it might backfire... or we could just go room to room... that might take a while..."
Confidence restores as a stubborn determination takes hold.
"But, I will do what ever I can to help you. After all we are friends now!"