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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.)
donald duck | ducktales 2017
Well, that's probably the only result to be expected, between him being himself and the fact that he only begrudgingly even agreed to learn all this so-called magic. Who gets stuck with all the bad luck? Self-explanatory. Things progress in pretty quick order, honestly. Donald, for his part:
- Falls off of his tool with a loud startled shout. It's very quacky.
- Panics for two seconds until he realizes he didn't actually set the building on fire. Which is better than he can usually say! That's genuine pleasant surprise registering on his face.
- Not particularly stricken by the insults themselves, exactly, provided they're only directed towards him, Donald calmly goes about righting his stool. If anything, he looks like he just really wants to be taking a nap right now. He waves his arms through the dark spirit with every intention of dissipating it while he figures out what he even did wrong here.
- It's not successful, so he tries waving his arms through it again. Like. Four or five times. All equally unsuccessful, which is the point where he makes the journey from tired to outright worked up.
Which is a lot of process to get to the point of saying that Donald is hopping up and down on the table trying to make the dark malevolent spirit of his own creation catch these hands. Just an absolute... tiny storm of duck noises. It's a mess. It's not good. He hates this.
2. slim shady.
Donald is absolutely able to be found at some point at this shady weapons table. He has his arms crossed. He could only look like more of a disapproving parent if he were wearing a fanny-pack.
"There are kids here! You can't just wave anybody over to try to sell discount weapons to them! Are you licensed for that?"
Do people need licenses to do that in magic fantasy worlds? He sure doesn't know. Anyway, he could probably use stopping before he does grab a warhammer and try to chase this dude out of town, because it's better for Donald to not go to magic fantasy jail or whatever it is that happens here.
( whether or not a character understands Donald Duck inflections is up to player discretion 2019. wildcard prompts also welcome if nothing here takes your fancy! )
slim shady
"Well, hello there," he says, picking it up and turning it over in his hands.
no subject
Obviously a lot of that is laser-focused on this merchant at current. Just sort of the reckless nature of his entire operation here, in the form of a lecture that he either finds incomprehensible and can't understand or that he thinks is very entertaining. It's trending very steadily towards some 'hey, I said they're probably cursed, what more do you want' territory.
So it's definitely not until after Louie's picked up something shiny that his uncle looks over in his direction. And it takes another half second after that for Donald to go from a cursory glance at the table to a double-take. This is? A concern?
"Louie! He just said that could be cursed!" What was Scrooge teaching his boys about adventuring? To grab cursed items wholesale? Or, and more likely, are children children and merely prone to grabbing? "Put that back before you get struck by lightning!"
no subject
"Exactly! Could be cursed! It's probably not, and even if it is, it's not going to be cursed to strike me with lightning. Discovery doesn't work that way." A beat. "I don't think."
Someone has actually been paying attention in classes, apparently! It's part of an unfortunate deal he made with Webby in exchange for being able to sleep past daybreak each morning. Also unfortunate: Louie is not currently taking any class, such as Glyphics or Forging, that would help him know he's still in potential danger.
"Besides, look how shiny this is - how can she be cursed?"
potion problems
"Um... might I offer a suggestion or two?"
no subject
His beef is not with Webby in this situation, obviously. Or more to say, it's obvious where his beef is to be had, and it's with the mean ghost thing, which may or may not include some collateral damage.
Donald turns his attention towards her after she speaks up. Not before huffing and kicking a foot back on the table, charging-bull style, just to prove whatever point he thinks it makes to do so.
"Can you suggest a way to show this thing the what-for? I wanna get my hands on it!"
no subject
With that, the very tip of her wand began to sparkle with electricity.
"See, I learned light magic when Lena and Louie and I went to a special magic concert! ... Which we definitely paid tickets for and did not sneak into." Nailed it.
potion problems
Still, even as she's giggling, she pulls her wand out from behind her ear. "W-Wait, I think I know a way to fix this...!"
no subject
At least on this one, specific occasion, Donald has what he considers a much more prominent problem to worry about. He's finally done enough hopping to need to stop to catch his breath, hands planted very defiantly on his hips.
"I'm gonna fix it right in the face!"
The nerve of some dark spirits! Honestly.
no subject
And the specter is, of course, still there. Suddenly, things aren't so funny.
Rapunzel's first instinct is to keep others from being harmed by her mistake, so she climbs up onto the table, herself. The idea here is to get closer to the books, although beyond that she hasn't figured things out. She can't exactly talk them down, now, can she?