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diatuooc2019-05-15 07:30 pm
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Test Drive #5 Is Alive
Class Is In Session
The Metacurriculum of Glyphics contains within it the fine and honored art of potionmaking, in which glyphs scribed into a cauldron are distilled within a liquid especially prepared to hold the enchantment. The task is remarkably finicky, and thus not particularly utilized outside of the classroom; generations of teachers have been forced to deal with the question of "when will we ever use this in real life?!", to their inevitable despair.
A pinch of cilantro, a dash of goat hoof, stir carefully and apply liberal amounts of electricity -- and you foolishly used alternating current instead of direct. Rather than a Potion of Supreme Might, your mixture has turned a vile grey, and a dark spirit has arisen from it to tell you that your personal hygiene leaves much to be desired and that your soul is so black with sin no heaven will ever accept it. This is no good -- the syllabus explicitly states that profane manifestations of magic are only worth partial credit at best. Can you and your partner rectify your mistake before the professor pops by to see how you're doing?
Shady Business
"'Ey! You!" calls a voice from the Merchant District Alley, coming from the throat of a pop-eyed, scraggle-faced man that couldn't be a shadier character if he was real slim. On catching your attention, he motions you over. "Sees that you're wizard-likes," he says, rolling his words around in his mouth in a particularly rhythmic sort of way that doesn't disguise his inability to hold one accent for more than a phrase. "Well I've got summat'll knock your bonzer socks off. Behold!"
Sweeping one hand towards a ratty old table, he whips off a cloth to reveal a rack of weapons. Pointy swords, massive maces, warhammers that resemble the smaller historical version rather than the fantasy types one pictures dwarves with, a bow and arrows, a stiletto, any number of different implements of death. "Priced as marked," the shady guy says, "and sold as is. No refunds! Some of them are probably cursed, is what I'm hinting at. Full disclosure."
The price is so good, the risk of a curse might be worth it. Did you purchase the Sword of Flaming Death, or the Dagger of Wedgies-to-the-Wielder? Is the greataxe mighty and potent, or actually foil-covered chocolate? Choose your weapon wisely. We -- we recommend you don't pick up the one that causes you to attack the nearest person in a rage of bloodlust, but what do we know?
Etreia Day
Everyone looks forward to Etreia Day in the dining hall, that special day when the food delivered to students and staff comes from that landlocked nation deep in the Tier Mountains. Little cultural blending and spices unique to the deep peaks and valleys of the isolated country have lead to a unique and renowned cultural menu that everyone is eager to partake of.
The effect isn't magical, merely biochemical, but no one can deny that Etreian food affects human emotions significantly. Light sauces and dry-rubbed fowl are terrific for energy and mood, pushing the eater into a flurry of cheerful activity that their body will likely pay for later. Sour dishes and dark bastes produce solemn moods and inhibit playfulness. Spicy foods are something of a wildcard, pushing different people to different extremes, be they happy or sad, angry or joyous. To those who expect this, experiencing these different emotions is as much a part of the meal as the taste and texture of the food itself.
To those who don't expect this, well, it's a bit of a surprise.
Labwork
Not every magical disaster is caused by some wayward student you don't know. Many of them are caused by you instead. To wit: you're on the spot in one of the magical labs, being called on to demonstrate a technique more advanced than others you've mastered so far. Failure is expected, and the wards should prevent any injury to others from a miscast spell. But will the sparks of your magic just sputter out and die? Or will you inadvertently mispronounce, misform, misshape, or miscalculate in a way that brings chaos to you and your lab partner?
(You could also manage to succeed in casting the spell, but that isn't very fun.)
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"It's short for Ignis." This was said with a fond sad smile. Ignis was the man who'd been at his side for ages, and who was always there no matter what. There was Gladio and Promto that had been at his side too of course, but they weren't the current topic of conversation.
Upon hearing the comment about the cooking though, Noctis nodded with a small laugh in his voice. "Ya, it definitely would be better than this." And even if he didn't give a voice to the lucky bit, he knew he'd been lucky in more ways than one. Aranea had even tried to snag hIgnis away as her chef, and Noct wasn't having it.
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Kazuma only seems to be half listening to his neighbor's statement, while the other half of his attention focuses on breaking down the pile of food on his plate.
"So it's a cooking fire spell?" Suddenly, he stops mid-bite as his eyes widen. "Or a dog that can cook!? And it can cook gourmet level food better than this!?"
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He was so thankful that he couldn't bring himself to tell them what else was physically hurting on him, like his chest. They'd helped him so much already, and he wasn't about to trouble them further.
So Noctis is amused as the other goes on, with his companion reminding him something of a cross between a young Talcott and Promto.
Finally though he decided to help the other out with a small laugh and a shake of his head. Ignis would be mortified and indignant if he could hear this, but Noctis was picturing Iggy as a cute puppy dog with glasses.
"Ignis is a person."
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Kazuma still contains enough tack within his food addled brain to stop himself.
"Wait, what's your name anyways?"
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Still, if he remembered right, he would still have the picture of the group that he had taken along with him from Prompto's camera roll. So he's searching for that as he gets asked his name.
"Noctis."
And a moment after that, he pulls out the picture of the guys. Putting it down in front of him, Noctis points with his index finger to Ignis as a very slight smile shows and then is gone just as quickly as it appeared.
"That's him."
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His eyes widen as he looks over at Noctis-in-the-flesh once again.
"Then that means your like old-man Sasuke!"
Excitedly, his gaze goes back down to the photo. "And then blondie is Naruto! But then who's beefcakes in the back? Sakura?" He begins to burst out in laughter at his own suggestion.
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Still, there's the slightest amusement at the beefcakes comment. Noctis never really looked at his friend that way, but if the kid thought that from a picture, the man was taller and much more built in person.
"The blonde is Prompto, and with us in the back is Gladio." With a curious look, Noctis shook his head. "The names you gave, are those friends of yours from back home?"
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With great gusto Kazuma clasps his hands together. His fingers move about wildly and randomly, not making anything close to a 'proper' hand seal.
"Chidori! Chprkchprkpkpk!" He holds out his hand, winggling his fingers like crazy while making mock electrical crackling noises.