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diatuooc2019-07-17 08:08 pm
magicademymods) wrote in diatuooc2019-07-17 08:08 pm
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Test Drive #7
Air Apparent
The fundamental principle of Sundering, that of breaching the barriers between here and there, often manifests as summoning. Simply open a portal and then bring through that which you desire to command. Today's lesson in the magic went slightly wrong, and now a strange creature called an "air imp" stalks around the campus, causing mischief wherever it can. Its powers are not terribly dangerous, but it is a trickster with the swift gusts of air it can conjure, and almost impossible to see since it is the very color of the air itself.
The faculty has made two important announcements. First, do NOT go commando under your robes while this thing is out there. Second, whichever student or group of students catches the imp shall earn five points for the Colormarch for their House or Houses, and shall be taught a special spell of Discovery personally by Professor Trammel.
This reward has the student body in a tizzy, and groups of eager imp-hunters stalk the campus after classes, each of them with a clever idea to get the prize for themselves. Quickly, find a partner and join them!
Only Shooting Stars
Thanks to some horrible twist of fate, a body-swapping magic has caught you in its claws and wrenched you into a form that is not your own. Perhaps you're a familiar now, a blobby owl or a sneaky cat. Perhaps you've taken over the body of that student next to you, who's now looking at you from the eyes that ought to be yours.
There isn't any easy answer for this. You're stuck, for the moment, anyway. All you can do is try to make the most of it... or just get through.
Another Fine Mess
The fervor of the day down Anastara way surrounds a shop that just released their new special product: Airsquiddlies. These curious little toys take the shape of a squid, and through some little trick of magic they catch the air when held up above one's head. Tethered by a string, they drift about a few feet up with their tentacles waving most realistically and slithering around to curiously investigate whatever, or whoever, they find.
By luck, you've managed to get one of these -- and as delightful as it might be, it does come with a couple of quirks. Has its tentacles gotten somewhere you'd rather they not -- a merchant's wares, the hair of a fellow student perhaps? Or maybe you're stuck dealing with a few people who are intent on getting their own Airsquiddly, any way they can since the stores are sold out?
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.)
I remember being there no worries
"The measurements, I think. Too much or too little of which components though, I'm not sure."
And now I have too many T_T
"So we threw off the balance, I see." He was familiar with chemistry, having been around when humans first bungled through their various brilliant discoveries, but the sciences were not generally the domain of Heaven. Still, he was a smart person. Surely he could figure this out. It was numbers. Numbers and measurements and rather like cooking. Wrinkling his nose, he disposed of an overly sticky towel into a waste-bin. "Such a shame. I really thought I was catching on."
the rp life :>
Maybe he shouldn't look too far into Alchemy as a later class if he was this bad with measurements. Or a tutor, like Kuja said. He had time to think about it, in either case.
"There's more towels over there, if you want to work on the station. I think I'll need an extra one or two as it is myself."
always T_T
But back to the matter at hand. "But let me assure you: you helped plenty," he said, trying to be reassuring, looking over from cleaning the counter nearby. "I would not have even been able to attempt this had you not lent your assistance. And you are helping now, as well. I appreciate all of it," he added emphatically. That was important to express. "The outcome may not have been ideal, but then it was well above our combined skill level. We have stretched our magical muscles, right?"
For his own part, Aziraphale was feeling a lot better about this whole ordeal and he smiled brightly, optimistically. "I think it was a good exercise!"
A large glob of sludge fell onto his head from the ceiling.
:>
"Spirits!" He snatched up a new towel and pressed it against Aziraphale's forehead to keep anything from falling into the man's eyes. "Are you all right?"
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"I'm alright. Thank you," he replied breathless, distressed and alarmed by the mess in his hair, and still a little surprised by the attempt to catch it, but otherwise unharmed. He pat his pale curls and lamented that some of his hair felt very sticky. Oh, this would be next to impossible to remove without a good washing, and he wasn't going to do that here! Which meant he was going to have to walk back to the dormitories looking like this. His poor vanity. His poor, poor vanity! He was quite put-out by the whole thing. Time to get extra dessert and curl up with a good book and make himself feel better after this trying ordeal. "Just wounded pride and injured vanity." Using the offered towel, he wiped what he could back from his face, which meant, unfortunately, further into his hair. "You have quite the reflexes. ...Sports, I gather?"
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"Sparring," he volunteered in answer. "Swordplay, mostly."
He turned critical eyes over the mess, only to linger again on the man's head. He blinked.
"...Er. Your hair is.. turning purple, a bit."
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The thought was interrupted by the threat of purple hair and Aziraphale made a very despairing whine as he glanced around for a reflective surface, the mess around them forgotten.
"Is it? Does it look bad?" He caught sight of himself in a copper cup and, though the color and image were both distorted, it gave enough of an impression to warrant an unhappy grimace. He tugged at the hair as if trying to see the extent of the damage. "I look like a punk*."
*(A foppish and old-fashioned punk, perhaps, though that was a stretch; he actually looked a bit like Mrs. Slocombe in a pale purple, but that was beside the point.)
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Eleven's weight shifted, indecisive, then hurriedly bent to wipe up as much of the mess as he could within a few minutes. If only he were more adept with practical spells, but convenient as they could be, he wasn't overfond of the time wasted learning them only to save time later for something he could do himself anyway.
In the end, smudges remained but the majority of the mess wiped up in a pile of towels that had also begun to turn that precise shade of purple.
"You're in Eiather with me, right? If you need help."
Oops. 1 dnd session and a grocery run later...
Aziraphale wasn't sure he liked giving his allegiance to a house/group right now, but he nodded. "I am. Thank you. I may have to take you up on that off if it doesn't fix itself in time."
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"We may as well head back together then." He surveyed his sleeves and the hem of his robes. "I also need to change.. but at least I wasn't wearing my temple robes."
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"I wondered about that before I became Raida's acolyte- if it was right to devote myself to another Goddess when my life is already claimed by another. But I grew up praying to the Spirit of the Land rather than Yggdrasil Herself, so I don't think She holds it against me."
But he didn't know Her very long, and then.. Surely it wasn't that- he shook the thought free.
"I don't think anyone should be blamed for seeking guidance, but I guess there are gods that may not be pleased about it. ..It helps I think, that both Yggdrasil and Raida are both benevolent Goddesses."