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Test Drive #8
Wizard's Duel
Have you ever just stopped, looked at your life, and wondered exactly how your choices brought you here? Now might be a good time, as you face a fellow student across a dozen paces of bare intervening space, prepared to clash in magics to prove a point. (That point is probably, "be lucky enough to be superior in magic if you're UNlucky enough that a crowd suddenly bumps you into the dueling ring and that gets taken as voluntary participation.")
Wizard duels have fairly straightforward rules: no killing, permanent or extremely difficult to heal injuries; no Sundering; stay within the boundaries of the circle. Within those parameters -- well, you have enough chance for talking or taunting before the judge drops their hands and bids you begin!
Water Way to Go
The blistering heat of summer has yet to fade from the air, and after week after week of sweaty discomfort, Anastara has entered what the government informally terms "Idiot Month" -- when, heedless of the shifts in canal currents that come as the water temperatures change, people desperate to cool down hop into said canals and get caught by said unexpected currents.
Magicademy students have a standing offer to earn a good wage by patrolling the canals in boats and magically fishing out the self-inflicted victims. Generally two in a small boat is a good number, so get ready to work with your partner to earn some money, and maybe save a fool or two!
Do Not Touch
Sitting right in the center of the Promenade, a subtly-roaring portal of inky blackness ringed with fire stands about six feet tall and half as wide. Perhaps annoying, it only exists from one side, meaning people occasionally walk straight through it without so much as noticing. Perhaps ominously, a small sign hangs from it, reading, "DO NOT LOOK INTO THE PORTAL PLEASE AND THANKS" in the familiar writing of Headmaster Birony.
Perhaps worse, the sign is positioned in such a way that reading it makes looking into the portal almost impossible.
Once you do -- something from your world surges out. A monster, a foe, a natural danger, anything that could potentially be an enemy or cause you harm and can actually fit through the portal. And now you have to deal with it, because it wants nothing more than to DO that harm to you!
(Later on, someone points out to Cam Birony that she probably shouldn't have left that portal there. "Ooh. Yeah," is her response. "Oops.")
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.)
Sam Winchester l Supernatural
Sam should have known better than to volunteer for this. But he's been bored with his lab work and he had learned a few spells he'd wanted to test out. So he raised his hand and stepped into the circle pulling himself to his full height. Normally he doesn't do that because he hates towering over people, but in this case he felt like it might be useful. He takes a deep breath and meets his opponent's eyes with a smile and a nod.
Water Way Down
Sam sighed as he shifted his weight in his boat. He volunteers for this duty more often than most because he's tall and strong and can often haul someone out one handed before even using his magic. He just wishes that people would think before they leap. He spots someone and reaches out his hand first, so they know he's there to help. "Grab on," he calls, "I've got you."
Labwork
"Uh oh," Sam muttered as he stared at the chittering little creature trying to eat his coat. He'd been trying make a healing potion...something that was supposed to be simple. But he must have made the wrong hand motion or said the wrong word because he wound up with this thing. It ran down his arm and onto his work table Sam tried to grab it and knocked over some bottles wincing as the potions inside started to eat through the table. "Uh...little help," he called out, "please."
water way down
He gave a chipper, if silly, "Yay!" that was meant to be supportive of both the rescuer and rescued, and gave the waterlogged human a pat on the back, hoping they wouldn't get sick on his shoes. He rather liked these shoes. And...oh dear, they were wet already.
"You make that look all very easy," he told Sam, suitably impressed as they rowed back to shore with their catch. "One would think you regularly go around saving people form their own bad decisions."
Alternative because why not
Honestly, with all this fuss, Aziraphale might have briefly thought (and dismissed the thought) about what would happen if he, too, had fallen into the tides--would he be rescued from discorporation at the last minute by a specific someone? That was certainly one method for summoning him (if not a very wise one), and probably not worth the risk.
So, he did not actually intend to go in the water, so falling out of a boat was not part of the plan for the day. He wasn't even dressed for it!
Someone grabbed his hand and he returned the gesture, fighting the pull of the current as the young man hauled him out and Aziraphale tumbled into the boat with a very undignified flail of limbs.
"Thank you," he said, once situated upright again, fussing with his wet clothing and wet blond curls, flustered and embarrassed at having had to be fetched from the drink. "Ah, I assure you that I am not usually so clumsy."
Wei Wuxian | Mo Dao Zu Shi
[ This is a job that was absolutely made for him. Boats? Check! Water? Check! Money... eh, who cares. He's already beaten the heat today by jumping into the water fully-clothed, so now his hair and robes are sopping wet, dripping water everywhere on the boat, including you. You're welcome. ]
Hey, hey, hey! I see somebody, I see them!
[ He stands up, waving his arm enthusiastically at whatever poor soul has gotten themselves in trouble. ]
HOLD ON, WE'RE COMING!
[ ...and then he turns to his companion: ]
Come on, row!
[ I guess you're in charge of that? ]
Labwork
Look at this, look at this! I've cast an obscuration spell on this book! It's blank, you can't read a thing in it!
[ Indeed, the book he holds up and thumbs through has absolutely no writings whatever on it. ]
Your job is to reverse the spell and read what's inside!
[ He's grinning. He's grinning real hard. He's grinning like someone who's up to something. ]
Labwork and I will acquire bitty icons BUT FOR NOW
He purses his lips.
Then reaches for the book, eyes not on it, however, but on the boy who's put a spell on it. ]
Mn.
no subject
Go on! It's an assignment, it's part of the lesson! If you don't do it, then what kind of student are you?
[ He knows what Lan Zhan thinks this is, and being forced to reveal it... this is the most delicious kind of trick he can imagine. ]
no subject
Yes, he knows what he's expecting. No, that doesn't mean he'll shirk the assignment. That would be Not Right. ]
no subject
He takes the opportunity to lean over Lan Zhan's shoulder, watching him work, watching all the little twitches and infinitesimally small muscle movements in his face. ]
Aaaaaaah, you're getting it, you're getting it. I should have made it harder, hahahaha! What a good student you are! I'm very impressed!
[ Little by little, the markings on the pages reveal themselves and resolve into a cluster of bodies.
Round, plump bodies, with long ears and fluffy tails, tussling, playing, and snuggling next to one another. Every single page is rabbits. ]
no subject
And then the image beneath the spellwork is revealed, and Wangji stills, his face going slowly, slightly, softer.
He returns to clearing the obscuring spell and then, and only then, does he lower one hand to lightly touch the fluffy shapes drawn.
(He's already missing the pair that Wei Ying gifted him. Not that he would ever say that.) ]
You drew them?
no subject
[ He points to himself, crowing with delight. ]
I drew every one of—
[ He pauses, suddenly, tilting his head and putting his hands on his hips. ]
Hey, hey, hey, you look surprised! Did you think I was going to draw something else? Lan Zhan, Lan Zhaaaan, it's not nice to suspect such things of other people! Or—unless! You wanted me to draw something else?
[ If Lan Zhan keeps flipping the pages, he'll find that somebody has indeed drawn "something else": bunnies humping, one black, one white—with the black one on top. ]
no subject
Only suspect you of what you have already done before.
[ But the minuscule scowl doesn't stay long, and no, Wangji doesn't flip the page, instead lowering his eyes and letting his face soften with how his heart is melting at the sight.
It... doesn't take much, not really. Not that most people would think his expression soft, other than contrasted against what it was moments ago. ]
no subject
[ He sits down again, at their shared table, resting his elbows on it and gazing up into Lan Zhan's face as he looks down at the picture book. He doesn't really register the boy's facial expression as "soft," just different from before. It doesn't matter: every expression is fascinating. ]
Shouldn't a man of refinement and learning let such things go? "What's already done does not need to be spoken about; what's past need not be blamed."
no subject
[ Not very mad, at least. Not enough to act on it. ]
Not blaming the past. But learning from it.
[ He looks up - only to meet those eyes so intently on him, which makes his words... slow down a little. ]
Glad there are more things to learn... from...
no subject
And then the boy's words sink in and he feels flustered for absolutely no reason at all. He laughs to hide it and cries: ]
Lan Zhan? Lan Zhan is glad about something? Something to do with me? Hahahaha!
[ He leaps onto the table and sits halfway on top of the book, obscuring his own drawn rabbits with his backside. ]
I told you! I said you'd cave in eventually and be my friend! You ready to reap the rewards now? We can go to town tonight and meet girls, you and me! We'll be unstoppable! The ladies won't be able to tear their eyes off of us!
no subject
His lips compress into a line, though he only turns those wider eyes away, instead of repeating again what Wei Ying has heard before. ]
They would only look, not daring to approach.
[ He's self-aware enough for that, after all. ]
no subject
[ He reaches out, to catch one of Lan Zhan's long locks of hair. ]
In fact, I don't think I've ever seen anybody better looking!
[ His eyes travel across Lan Zhan's perfect face. It really is true, that he's good-looking. Indeed, words seem hardly able to express the feeling he gets when he looks at that face. Well, it's just that he's a true connoisseur of beauty, he can't deny it. ]
Anyway, it doesn't matter. You can look as forbidding as you like, if I'm smiling and waving, they won't be able to resist us! Come on, you'll see!
no subject
After class.
no subject
[ Looking extremely pleased with himself, he lets go of Lan Zhan's hair and swings off the desk, back into his own chair. ]
It's your turn now! Isn't there a spell you want to show me?