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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.
Re: airship
Maria took the snacks that were offered to her and started eating them. It took her a minute to remember that she wasn't alone, and a little longer to process what the man had said to her.
"You think learning magic is going to be that hard?"
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"If what they say is true, we're not their first new students unfamiliar with the concept. Follow their instructions and take good notes. And if you can't at first, ask questions."
Oh, he was planning to ask about a hundred questions to start.
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"You don't think it will be as hard as normal school do you? I wasn't good at school."
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He's dreading it himself. It's jumping into unknown waters, and that is something he hasn't done in a long time.
"But if you're motivated, and keep studying, you can do it. You want to control your ability so you don't get sick, right?"
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Maria shrinks further from her initial enthusiasm and now appears to be a little frightened.
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He shakes his head, expression gentler than usual. "I'm sure there's a spell they can use if it starts to get worse. Even among the people who are born with magic, I'm sure not all of them are acing their coursework. That many students would never fit in the infirmary. So as long as you're trying, you should be all right."
He suddenly pictures some of his lesser classmates suffering, a brief smile crossing his face, but that just reinforces how illogical the fear is. "The professors' job is to help you learn---if they're at all skilled, they should be able to help someone struggling. Your housemates will help too, if they're worth anything."
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Maria has worked herself up and is now pacing anxiously back and forth in front of Kaiba
"Do they have magic where you're from? Would you help me learn it?"
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"Yes, but not like this. There was...magic," he said with an aside glance. He still hated to admit to that. "But it was sealed up in ancient artifacts, and only a few people in the entire world used it. It's not like here, where we're all apparently brimming with it."
After a moment's thought, he reached out and gently tapped her arm. "It's too early to panic. I'll help you if I can, all right?"
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"I'm sorry I didn't ask yet, but what is your name?"
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"Seto Kaiba." He chuckles at the sound of it. It's so...normal. He supposes it's been a long time since he's met anyone who wasn't already well aware of his reputation. Now what was it that people said after that? Oh. Right.
"What's yours?"