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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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To convince us to go along with this scheme, we were told that failing to learn effective control of our 'magic' would kill us. If this is the quality of the instruction we should expect, I have doubts about our chances.
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Aren't you listening?! [ She gets up in one's face. ] I REQUIRE AN ADMINISTRATIVE AUDIENCE!!
[ She's going to have to take over this school, isn't she. She can feel it.
It's run by incompetents. ]
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Unless deafness is a common side effect of magical training, I know you heard that, and I don't appreciate being disrespected. Now, come on. We can come to an understanding with our faculty, or we can draw this out.
[Loud isn't his style when card games aren't involved. His voice is ice cold, almost as cold as he and the rest of the shivering students are. Some wither under his glare, one in the back running off. Hopefully to get them that audience.]
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[ The student yelps and does so. Potentially just to get away from these Sundered, who are not quite what was promised, but the fact remains, they appear to have been heeded.
Which leaves Hibiki and Kaiba. Grumping side by side. Hibiki lowers her head and mutters to herself. ]
Revolution, on the first day.......Such an inconvenient inevitability.
[ Being summoned to a new puniverse, granted a new power, and being feted as a Big Deal? Nothing out of the ordinary, at least to the extent that it'd disturb her (though the lack of butling is sorely felt) - she's used to offers, and being scouted. But having to rush her immediate takeover of this prinstitution? Forcing her hand?
How very dare. ]
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[well, that was a dramatic step forward. He snorted.]
I wasn't planning on going that far, but you make it sound like it's not your first rodeo.
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[ Now that she's made up her mind, Hibiki is calmer. Anything she decides upon will definitely come to pass. As such, there is already no need to fret. ]
Well, seizing power was always my intention, but this farce has forced my hand.
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[He'd headed a revolution of sorts in his day. Granted, it had been dark and violent and left a bitter taste in his mouth forever, but it had worked. This one was far too bold, far too quickly...and probably dangerous to cross, until he knew what exactly he was dealing with.]
Normally I'd say that beginners didn't stand a chance against the forces of magic, but...heh. There may be a few holes in their strategy.
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[ This person....now that Hibiki is no longer half-climbing up her own back with aggravation, she can take better stock of him. He shares her high standards. And his aura is - promising.
This lag is less so.
Hibiki squints up at the castle, displeased. ] They're late.
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[He drew himself to his full height, trying to project the confidence he usually did, but the overall effect was ruined when he was drenched like this.]
Normally, in situations like these, I'd draw comparisons to rival institutions and point out exactly where they're falling short. But I'd have to research first.
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[ Thus, she turns away from where their messengers will be expecting her and begins heading for the front entrance proper. She's not going to go find her quarry herself, though. That would be absurd.
She's going to go wherever she will, at the pace she pleases, and finding her will be the tardy entourage's problem. ] I'm entering.