Mod Account for Diatu Magicademy ([personal profile] magicademymods) wrote in [community profile] diatuooc2019-01-16 09:53 am
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Test Drive #1


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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[personal profile] bearshermark 2019-01-19 01:26 am (UTC)(link)
Dubious bounty restored, the tray seems satisfied and properly floats away.

Eleven straightens and dusts his hands off.

"Of course," he agrees, the moment before realization stops him short. "Oh, but what do your friends look like?"
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[personal profile] a_sharp_wit 2019-01-19 02:54 am (UTC)(link)
Elizabeth thinks on the question a brief moment. Who precisely might be here? She had been in Kent the last she knew, still reeling from the information she had found in Mr. Darcy's letter. Would she have simply found herself here with those who were nearby?

She fidgets a moment with her hands, her expression clouding a touch and brow furrowing.

"If I am to be honest, I am not quite sure who might have arrived here with me if anyone did. Perhaps I look more to assure myself they did not arrive than they did."

It sounds funny to her, to hope to be alone but so it was.

"I was staying as of late with a friend of mine, Mrs. Charlotte Collins. She is about my height with dark hair, though she is likely wearing a cap. Her husband is a much stockier. There was likewise her sister Maria Lucas who is somewhat shorter than myself and blond."

She pauses there and then lookes uneasy.

"I suppose there might be another as well. A much taller man, quite imposing at first glance, with dark hair that looks to have some curl to it."

He in particular is the one she does not wish to meet. At present she would almost accept Lady Catherine's sudden appearance first!
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[personal profile] bearshermark 2019-01-19 05:42 pm (UTC)(link)
Eleven tips his head, and finds he can understand. While he finds her descriptions a little vague to work from, he decides he can at least escort her away if they happen across them. He still has his sword if the imposing man proves dangerous.

"There are people I would like to avoid, too. A slim man with very long blonde hair and shining armor, another with long purple hair and a larger build.."

And something like a demon, but he'd rather not frighten her. Yggdrasil forbid that Mordegon followed him here. Surely not, if this world is a trial meant to aid him in honing his power as he suspects it is.

Eleven adjusts his shoulder strap, then glances back to his new acquaintance. "Where would you like to start?"
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[personal profile] a_sharp_wit 2019-01-21 05:32 am (UTC)(link)
Elizabeth thinks on the question a moment. "I do not know my way around this ... ship, is it? I believe a bit of wandering is in order to acquaint ourselves with it if possible first and foremost."
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[personal profile] bearshermark 2019-01-21 06:50 pm (UTC)(link)
He agrees, nodding, and turns an assessing look over the room. It's still crowded and filled with wayward trays of goods.

"Let's try to go around," he suggests, taking the lead to edge between a table toward the far wall. "It looks like people will move for the trays, so we might be able to follow them if we're careful."