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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.
Hibiki Shikyoin ♔ PriPara
That seat is claimed.
[ Thus spake the person sitting on only one side of this long couch in the corner, sipping at a cup of tea. One of the floating trays appears to have been commandeered into remaining here, holding up the saucer as well as a small plate of extremely fancy-looking refreshments.
The tea-sipper doesn't even bother to look over. ] I'll have you withdraw.
[ Thaumaturgy 101 ]
Sense Magic.
[ Hibiki's wand doesn't so much shimmer as additionally give off a faint aura of purple glitter. She smirks, satisfied, then slips it into her jacket pocket.
And turns to leave, which is when somebody else's spell whizzes past, sending the lone loose long curl atop her head waving, and the doorknob turns into an angry little face that screams at Hibiki when she reaches for it.
"HEY! YOU TRYIN' TO SHIRK CLASS HERE, DOOR?!"
A teacup Hibiki'd left on the table falls off, apropos of nothing, and shatters into a million pieces. For her own part, Hibiki recoils and stumbles backwards. ]
"D-DOOR?!"
[ "YEAH, THAT'S ME, I'M A DOOR, DOOR! I DON'T BLOCK THIS HALLWAY HERE FOR NOTHIN', DOOR! GET YOUR GEKRONUS MAIUS REAR-US BACK INTO ITS SEAT OR I'LL CHOMP ON YOUR FINGERS TILL YOU'RE DONE WRITIN' A FIVE-PARAGRAPH ESSAY ON THE IMPORTANCE OF WAITIN' FOR THE OTHER KIDS, DOOR!"
Hibiki has broken out in a cold, clammy sweat. ] S...sentence....A spell to induce sentence enders.....
[ And she falls backwards. Her knees give out and she just. Thar she blows.
Catch her, maybe? ]
[ Bala-Inlota Practice ]
[ This is an outrage, and a barbaric pastime. But, now that it's come to this, Hibiki will just have to end this farce the only way remaining to her - with a swift and overwhelming victory! ]
Pardon.
[ That was Hibiki with some unnecessary
FPrench, coming up behind your character and snatching the ball from their hands. Just as the opposing team arrives, Hibiki jumps, muttering a spell. And when she turns a somersaut and lands, it's on something creaking and whirring just over your character's head. ]Cover me.
[ And, with that order, Hibiki zips off down the field - surfing on her Top-Quality flying steampunk roomba.
The bottom of which is giving off rather ominous green sparks as the magics working it mix unpleasantly with the amateur spells she'd studied on her own time, but what she can't see can't bother her. This is fine.
Do as she's said, and everything will be just fine. ]
sentence enders: the true enemy
[Minfilia is close by practicing her spell but what catches her eye is another student falling down and a door yelling? Doors can yell? Enough about that, the more important thing is to make sure Hibiki doesn't land on hard floor. Do not recommend to anyone.
She rushes over and keeps the other steady because what in the Crystal's name just happened?]
Are you alright?!
magical studies should be conducted on excising such poison
Now it's rhyming. Hibiki, one hand clapped over her ear, entire body shaking, points over Minfilia's shoulder at the door. ]
S-STOP....!!! WHAT KIND OF SPELL BACKFIRES IN SUCH A WAY?!
[ "OH I'M JUST A BACKFIRED SPELL FOR SURE, DOOR, AND SOON I WON'T BE HERE NO MORE, DOOR, BUT YOU KNOW WHAT I REALLY DEPLORE, DOOR...."
Every time the door says "door", Hibiki convulses like someone's punching her stomach. ]
MAKE IT CEASE!!!
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Please, it will be alright. First we need to get you seated before anything else.
[Honestly, it's the only thing she can think of before handling the talking door. You know, that is a weird thing to think on and her world already has primals, ascians, and things that like Bad Breath. If she ever sees the Warrior of Light, she will need to ask if this was one of them.
But for now, let's try moving Hibiki to a seated position.]
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Hibiki grips her would-be savior's arm and stares up at her with wild eyes. Her skin is slowly turning blue. It feels like rigor mortis is setting in with her fingers. ]
If I'm made to bathe in sentence enders much longer, I.....!!
[ The door continues to find every possible rhyme it can for "door", door, but its voice is getting fainter. A fluke spell can only last so long. ]
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[What a strange concept. But it sounds like it has to do with noise so Minfilia tries the only thing she can do to try and calm Hibiki down: cover her ears until the spell stops. It's not the best idea but it can try to ease the noise hopefully. She's trying!]
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[ The sound is muffled. The sentence enders are fading? The sentence enders are fading.
Hibiki waits, her breathing laborious, for the ordeal to end. And, slowly
the door's voice gets softer
until with a final "AND REMEMBER, KIDS, WAIT TILL AFTER CLASS TO TAKE A TOUR, DOOR!"
it returns to having a normal doorknob.
Hibiki lets out all the breath in her body at once. ]
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I...I think it is over. Will you be alright?
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[ And, true to her words (for once), a color besides blue begins peeking through on Hibiki's forehead. She massages it anyway with her fingertips, focusing on the (relative) quiet of the classroom. Spells are misfiring left and right. But there are no sentence enders.
There are no sentence enders.
There are no sentence enders.... ]
What a depressingly absurd side-effect.
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[And one that sounded scolding?]
But do you know why it was screaming? It spoke of 'waiting until after class to take a tour'...
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[ Surely it can't have anything to do with the way Hibiki had been trying to leave class right after class had begun. That would just be absurd.
....There are no sentence enders, she reminds herself.
There are no sentence enders. ]
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[She doesn't know how this magic works but there has to be a reason, right?]
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[ Simply by being exposed to absurd questions without answers!
....That she wants to hear! ]
The Airship There
[Thus reassured that she has not violated this person's claim on the couch, Orisa turns around in a small circle three times to judge her positioning, then folds her legs to lower herself down.]
May I inquire as to the contents of this liquid? I would like to know if I can process it.
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She had been better-able to absorb this delightful atmosphere attractively in solitude, though. If her would-be companion intends to stay and imbibe, they may have a problem. ]
It's called "tea". [ Hibiki waves a hand. ] Your own may be obtained if you're curious.
[ Not that she has any way of preventing Orisa from examining her own more closely, but she doesn't seem to have registered that.... ]
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Ordinary tea? It is strange that such a drink would be consistent from one world to the next...
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[ This is an especially splendid tea, however. What a refined aroma...! And a complex taste best appreciated only by a discerning palate.
THIS PUNIVERSE SERVES TEA THAT MAY AS WELL BE CUSTOM-MADE FOR SHIKYOIN HIBIKI. ]
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[Part of giving Orisa a 'heart', as Efi had put it, had been giving her such little mannerisms to make others at ease with her.]
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[ Someone with a sense for tea is worth not quite chasing away just yet. Hibiki beckons a tray floating by with a teapot over. ] One more cup.
[ The tea pours itself, already spelled to look after those who don't know how to work the magic themselves. Hibiki settles back and watches as if she's already completely used to this.
She doesn't dislike such magic. ]
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Olfactory analysis indicates chemical compatibility. It is no energy oil, but it will do!
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[ It retroactively strikes Hibiki she may have just opened herself up to witness something absurd.
She hasn't, has she?
No puniverse would be that cruel. ]
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That's. That's....close enough, she supposes.
But she looks at her own tea while taking her next sip, awaiting Orisa's verdict on the quality. Whether or not she agrees with Hibiki shall be the true test of her worth to remain next to Hibiki's sitting area. ]
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[ Murmured more to herself than Orisa.
This is going to be a long ride. ]