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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 rubbed out marking too and as each one disappeared it became easier and easier to breath. Finally Asuka dropped back to the floor and could take back control of the balloon.
"That's enough you bad balloon! I didn't tell you to squish us!"
Shamefaced the balloon creature moved away from Hel and while it still took up most of the hallway they stood in it looked positively ashamed of itself as it kept it's eyes on the floor while Asuka herself peeked around the creature to look at Hel.
"Are you ok?"
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The deflation was occurring little by little, but not fast enough for her liking. Of all the buffoonery. The very idea that she out of all the students going here had been caught up in this ridiculous mess. The only thing truly wounded was her pride, but she would mask her embarrassment well.
Leaning against the wall for support, she took the opportunity to truly fill her lungs when she had the space to. It was odd but she almost felt bad for the balloon when it acted like that. It wasn't it's fault that it's creator had botched the symbols by using too many.
"It would take more than this air-filled creature to take me down," Was her response, though she took a moment to size the other girl up with her eyes. There didn't seem to be a lasting impact from the incident. "So that is the magic of Fahren, then?" More or less. "You can create whatever you draw into a real and tangible thing or creature." Okay, that was somewhat impressive. "...................................... you'd better sign up for art classes," Which was a backhanded way of saying Asuka's abilities to draw seemed lacking. There would be no direct compliment about the ability.
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She practically danced around her creation and gave it a big hug... which as she was so short ended up with her basically hugging the balloon's leg.
"Isn't he cute? He is just an adorable big balloon!"
Hug~
"The problem was this world's weird magic. They told us about the magic symbols but not how to use them."
Or she slept through that part. One could only pay attention to teachers for so long, there did have to be limits.
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"One of those things you said was true," That definitely was a big balloon she had there. At least she was learning a little more about how magic might work here, a huge emphasis on might. Hel definitely wasn't going to take this kid's words or examples as the end all be all on the subject. This was going to be just like going to Odin Academy again. There's a dismal thought.
"This world's magic is presenting a problem...." It was preventing her from using her own.