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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.
Garako | Jigokudou Reikai Tsuushin
[ Not many noticed the cat slipping aboard the ship among the shadows, but there is most certainly a cat there. At first Garako slipped around doing some exploring, noting locations of importance or people that may be worth remembering, and taking note of any magic that looks more peculiar than the rest.
But then they come across one of the many places where people gather for a bite to eat, and Garako is not shy about being called a bit of a glutton. As such, they slip up toward a person, meows, and looks up at a person who seem to have anything of interest available to eat. (Do ignore the creepy, uncatlike grin and the almost glowing, golden eyes.)
Later on, there may be some mauling of pillow tassels.
Randomly, there's a creepy kind of hihihihi laugh heard from time to time where there is not any other soul visible. ]
rain rain
[ Garako is a cat. Garako already doesn't like rain. Garako likes it even less to be thrown from rain into snow and wind.
So.
There is a cat trying to squirrel its way in under a coat or other, because yuck! ]
[ Was this person in the classroom before? Surely they weren't. Yet here they are, sitting in a crouch on a chair with their head tilted a fraction, unblinkingly watching the other students' endeavours with eerie golden eyes, smile of pointy teeth, and unsettling giggle tucked behind a kimono sleeve.
The magic here... Curious, curious~ Hihihihi ]
rain, rain
Shuddering and huddled in on himself, Eleven hisses a cloudy breath as small, sharp pains prick through to his knee. He glances down just in time to see the back legs and tail of a black cat disappear into the bag at his waist. It's so surprising that he nearly forgets he's trudging through a snowstorm.
Nearly.
Arm in front of his face, Eleven grits his teeth and pushes through the storm. It's better than Sniflheim, he tells himself, where he had to fight a giant beast and an ice witch in addition to this. If he doesn't fall unconscious, he'll even consider it a victory.
They make it inside.
With shaking arms, Eleven tries to open his bag, but his fingers are too numb to manage much more than some clumsy fumbling.]
We-we're.. in.. side now. Safe. Okay?
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Once out of the storm, Garako pops their head back up over the edge of the bag.
Garako murps in indignation. It almost sounds like muttered words of annoyance. The weather is just bad and over the top and magic ought to be done with a bit more concentration. They shake their head and puts their front paws on the bag to inspect the floor below.
Their tail tip flicks against the opening. After deciding that the floor has sufficiently non-wet spots on the floor they look up and turn a sharp-toothed smile of thanks at the stranger.
Then they jump down to the floor, avoiding any patches of melted snow. ]
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Eleven stares after the cat and shivers in place until a cold breeze on his back prompts his feet to move further inside, far away from the door. But even as he blows on his hands and rubs them together, his eyes find the cat again. It seems to be moving with a careful deliberation that he supposes could be ordinary, but nothing has been ordinary since he'd arrived here.]
Are you r-really.. a cat?