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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.
heading to bed. will tag in the morning. Having a lot of fun!
[She knelt down, tucking her shift under her knees. It was a thin sheef of cloth. Just enough to cover her properly and that was about it. She was also barefoot as she worked her way into a more comfortable seated position with her legs not quite under her and bent to the side. She didn't seem to mind it, though. It served it's purpose.]
A much easier escape than my last one. Not from here, of course. This is my first escape from a classroom.
May I ask what you did before? Your world sounds very different than mine on the whole. I'm curious.
All right! Hope you app, this has been great! Have a good night!
My first, as well, but the escape was much easier than when I escaped the collapse of Doma Castle...
[Really, she probably had Gosetsu to thank for that. Not that she was certain she could, after what had happened at Fluminis. At Eleanor's next question, though, Yotsuyu stiffened slightly. But it was only herself, and the girl.]
I'll tell you, if you tell no one else. [But it feels wrong to demand a promise from her. Would it really mean anything to Eleanor? It meant much to her, though...]
I was the Acting Viceroy of Doma for the Garlean Empire. It sounds lofty and important, but...now I feel as if it might have been more trouble than it was worth. Certainly it is one of the reasons why I ended up here...
no subject
[She shrugged and said by way of agreement. She didn't see how it would matter if she did tell or not, nor to who, but if that was the price of learning something at the moment, then so be it.
Viceroy. A ruler who exercises authority on a city or colony on the behalf of a sovereign. Or a butterfly similar to a monarch, but smaller. Obviously from context the former, though she'd be delighted if it had been the latter and Yotsuyu had somehow turned herself human. The only butterflies she'd ever seen, personally and not embedded in memories, had been the fake ones made by the Family and the ones that appeared when she got that stupid spell wrong.]
I was under the impression we ended up here because of a quirk in the make up of the universe that pulled us here indiscriminately.
[A pause and then a tentative offering:]
I was the intended messiah of a fallen city. It was a role forced on me, that I rejected, but it has left it's marks.
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[One can rest assured that she plans to ferret it out, though, if there's any way possible that Yotsuyu can do so...
Eleanor's next statement gives Yotsuyu some pause. She does give a look of something like concern at the girl.]
A messiah. That sounds uncomfortable, even if you had been willing. [Everyone on Hydaelyn had heard of the Warrior of Light, after all, and the things she'd done to them hadn't been comfortable. Well, not for them, at least. ]
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[And that was all she wished to say on the matter for the moment. The telling had been one made as sort of an exchange in return for the Viceroy bit Yotsuyu had been reluctant to speak of. If there was more to say, there'd need to be a reason to do so.
However that other comment did merit further questioning.]
Cheat death? Are you certain you were dead or just on the cusp of it?
[If it could cheat death than perhaps there was a chance for her Father to come here. Or be brought here. But would he want that? He'd chosen to die, but his body was failing him. If it had not been, would he have done the same?]
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[At least to judge by her tone of voice, she's convinced of that. But there isn't a great deal of sorrow at the thought. She knew she had done things that folk considered horrible. And only because of some desire to get back at them...]
I do hope I was on the cusp, though, as you say. There are people I know are dead, whom I would honestly not like to see here. They do not deserve a second chance, any of them! If there is a hell, I hope they are there!
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Still, I have wondered if that was a thing that might be real. I'm certain I'm likely to go as well if there is.
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[Eleanor just earns a small, puzzled look at the clearly properly named Family, though she doesn't inquire further.
I was an orphan, and those who took me in were little better than slave masters, so harsh it may be, but I cannot pity them.
As I've said, I'm uncertain the tales of hell or hells are real...but I suppose if they are, I shall be in good company.
[ Eleanor earns herself a small smile, and Yotsuyu brushes her shoulder briefly with her own.] Though I shall hope they are only tales!