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by Luminesa » Sun Aug 26, 2018 7:03 pm
by Kingdom of Irhk » Mon Sep 03, 2018 6:56 pm
Luminesa wrote:Soleil waited outside of the dome to see if Alphonse might have been weakened by his attack, but then the fiery dome around him expanded. He was molding the dome like clay in his hands, allowing it to bend and bloat at his will. If Soleil could exploit the weaknesses in the dome and perhaps strike him from within again, maybe he could sneak some sort of smaller attack and hit him that way...or so he thought. As soon as he floated a little closer to examine the dome, the fire from the same construct shot into the sky like magma out of a volcano. "...Wh...Wha?" he exclaimed, as the fire exploded.
Of course, what comes up must come down. As soon as the fire flew up toward the sky, it started to shoot back down toward Soleil in the shape of a sort of fireball-shower. The fireballs were too close and condensed, and he would not be able to dodge them. Thinking quickly, he created a large shield of wind in front of him, and he whirled it so that it spun at a high speed. The fireballs hit it, and he got back as he saw the shield take the pressure. He grit his teeth as the shield cracked, and then moved away so that the fiery explosion would not hit him.
Some of the fire shot through, however, and he blocked his face with his arms, causing himself to be burned. Oddly enough for anyone watching, he did not shout in pain. Yet Shaun, and possibly the twins, would know why. Being burned and healed over and over had caused his body extensive nerve damage, especially in his arms and back, thus he could not feel the pain there as much. Nevertheless, he knew that while his clothing was damaged and his skin would have more burns, he did not take the time to try and focus on them. He threw off his Venta cloak to the ground below, and he looked below to the dome. Flying low, he decided to try and take the dome himself. The wind within the construct was still his own Magic, and so he fought to separate the Wind Magic from the Fire Magic. Alphonse would feel the construct unraveling around him, and Soleil felt his confidence rise slightly. Maybe I can actually hit him now...If he tries to hit me, I can just strike with a big ball of wind!...I think... he planned.
by Luminesa » Tue Sep 04, 2018 9:06 am
by Kingdom of Irhk » Mon Sep 24, 2018 5:35 am
Luminesa wrote:Soleil felt himself getting thrown to the ground, before he could even realize what had happened. Getting too close had been a bit of a foolhardy move, but he had planned to try and be quicker on the draw. However, he had left himself too open, and now he felt the dull sting of dark fire on his skin, and then his head and back skidding against the grass. He tasted blood in his mouth, and his wings broke.
John kept a cool face as he continued to call the time. "Two minutes!" he yelled. He turned and looked over to Cecily, whom he sensed had become suddenly tense as Alphonse had attacked. "...You okay?..."
"...Yes, I'll be fine..." Cecily had picked-up the presence of Dark Magic immediately, but she said nothing. Even though she knew this could be another case of a hostile force invading the school, she could not simply stop the fight without raising suspicions. Thus she stood back and watched carefully.
In the meantime, Soleil struggled to sit upright. He coughed a little blood, and then stared up at his opponent. Now he had a chance to attack him, while he was gloating. Forcing himself to continue through the pain, he held a hand toward Alphonse. However, his attack did not appear in front of the potential Dark Mage. Rather, a silent growl sounded from above him. High in the air, a large orb of wind had formed into the shape of a fully-grown lion, which dropped like lead and held out its paws to pounce on Alphonse. Knowing Alphonse would have to dodge, he rolled away while he was distracted.
He was still too close to Alphonse, however, and his back ached. He could not simply rely on his wings, not when he felt he might not have enough Mana. He glared at his opponent, and hoped his lion would be able to create some distance. In the meantime, he created a wall-shield out of light, and kneeled behind it. He could only hope Alphonse would not be able to escape to get him from behind.
by Luminesa » Mon Sep 24, 2018 10:07 am
Kingdom of Irhk wrote:Luminesa wrote:Soleil felt himself getting thrown to the ground, before he could even realize what had happened. Getting too close had been a bit of a foolhardy move, but he had planned to try and be quicker on the draw. However, he had left himself too open, and now he felt the dull sting of dark fire on his skin, and then his head and back skidding against the grass. He tasted blood in his mouth, and his wings broke.
John kept a cool face as he continued to call the time. "Two minutes!" he yelled. He turned and looked over to Cecily, whom he sensed had become suddenly tense as Alphonse had attacked. "...You okay?..."
"...Yes, I'll be fine..." Cecily had picked-up the presence of Dark Magic immediately, but she said nothing. Even though she knew this could be another case of a hostile force invading the school, she could not simply stop the fight without raising suspicions. Thus she stood back and watched carefully.
In the meantime, Soleil struggled to sit upright. He coughed a little blood, and then stared up at his opponent. Now he had a chance to attack him, while he was gloating. Forcing himself to continue through the pain, he held a hand toward Alphonse. However, his attack did not appear in front of the potential Dark Mage. Rather, a silent growl sounded from above him. High in the air, a large orb of wind had formed into the shape of a fully-grown lion, which dropped like lead and held out its paws to pounce on Alphonse. Knowing Alphonse would have to dodge, he rolled away while he was distracted.
He was still too close to Alphonse, however, and his back ached. He could not simply rely on his wings, not when he felt he might not have enough Mana. He glared at his opponent, and hoped his lion would be able to create some distance. In the meantime, he created a wall-shield out of light, and kneeled behind it. He could only hope Alphonse would not be able to escape to get him from behind.
Alphonse Baskerville
Again, Soleil used the animal constructs as a way to hit his foe. Wolves, lions, the wings of a butterfly: It was clear that Soleil got his inspiration from the things he saw around him, unlike most mages who thrived using abstract forms in their constructs. Rolling to the left, Alphonse saw the lion landing and roaring fiercely against him. Silently placing a fire spike behind him, he awaited for the animal to jump again, before he jumped out of the way and extended the spike, impaling the construct.
Now Soleil was his target once more. The wall offered frontal protection, but there always a way to go around the protection. Quickly, Alphonse extended his whip once more, launching it in the direction of Soleil, the tip cracking against the shield before snapping back and creating a cloud of fire that obstructed Soleil's vision. With a quick motion of hand, the whip hit the ground and like a cable went underground, before appearing behind the French mage. After a quick pull, the whip flew straight, destined to hit Soleil's back.
by Serah » Sun Oct 07, 2018 3:56 pm
by Kingdom of Irhk » Sun Oct 07, 2018 7:27 pm
Luminesa wrote:Kingdom of Irhk wrote:
Alphonse Baskerville
Again, Soleil used the animal constructs as a way to hit his foe. Wolves, lions, the wings of a butterfly: It was clear that Soleil got his inspiration from the things he saw around him, unlike most mages who thrived using abstract forms in their constructs. Rolling to the left, Alphonse saw the lion landing and roaring fiercely against him. Silently placing a fire spike behind him, he awaited for the animal to jump again, before he jumped out of the way and extended the spike, impaling the construct.
Now Soleil was his target once more. The wall offered frontal protection, but there always a way to go around the protection. Quickly, Alphonse extended his whip once more, launching it in the direction of Soleil, the tip cracking against the shield before snapping back and creating a cloud of fire that obstructed Soleil's vision. With a quick motion of hand, the whip hit the ground and like a cable went underground, before appearing behind the French mage. After a quick pull, the whip flew straight, destined to hit Soleil's back.
Alphonse was more than athletic. He was a predator. Nothing Soleil threw at him fazed him, and he was running out of ideas. He needed a way to beat Alphonse, but nothing came to him, and he could not get close or he would be burned. He simply continued to hide behind the shield, waiting for inspiration to come to him. His lion was impaled by Alphonse's attack, and thus failed to make a comeback. As the wind and fire clashed and exploded, he winced and held his shield upright as much as he could.
Unfortunately, too much stress caused for the shield to crack and break like solid rock, when it was hit with the fiery whip. Burning dust and smoke popped and crackled in front of him, and he had to pull back. It had become a sort of mace, and now he was defenseless, as he covered his face with his hands. Alphonse was able to move behind him, and he cracked the whip. Before Soleil could recover from the first attack, he felt his back screech with pain. He yelled himself, and the force by itself was enough to cause him to fly across the battlefield. He rolled in the grass, and had trouble getting to his feet.
In fact, he had trouble getting up at all. He clenched the soft grass in his hand, and felt the dull burning on the skin of his back. "...Ngh..." He felt blood dripping down the corner of his lip, but did not have the strength even to clean his lip. He just laid on the ground, in pain. "...Something...please...something..." he whispered. He closed his eyes, and tears fell. He began to try to make an image in his mind to summon as a construct, but he did not have enough Mana.
"...Please..."
by Luminesa » Mon Oct 08, 2018 6:40 pm
Kingdom of Irhk wrote:Luminesa wrote:Alphonse was more than athletic. He was a predator. Nothing Soleil threw at him fazed him, and he was running out of ideas. He needed a way to beat Alphonse, but nothing came to him, and he could not get close or he would be burned. He simply continued to hide behind the shield, waiting for inspiration to come to him. His lion was impaled by Alphonse's attack, and thus failed to make a comeback. As the wind and fire clashed and exploded, he winced and held his shield upright as much as he could.
Unfortunately, too much stress caused for the shield to crack and break like solid rock, when it was hit with the fiery whip. Burning dust and smoke popped and crackled in front of him, and he had to pull back. It had become a sort of mace, and now he was defenseless, as he covered his face with his hands. Alphonse was able to move behind him, and he cracked the whip. Before Soleil could recover from the first attack, he felt his back screech with pain. He yelled himself, and the force by itself was enough to cause him to fly across the battlefield. He rolled in the grass, and had trouble getting to his feet.
In fact, he had trouble getting up at all. He clenched the soft grass in his hand, and felt the dull burning on the skin of his back. "...Ngh..." He felt blood dripping down the corner of his lip, but did not have the strength even to clean his lip. He just laid on the ground, in pain. "...Something...please...something..." he whispered. He closed his eyes, and tears fell. He began to try to make an image in his mind to summon as a construct, but he did not have enough Mana.
"...Please..."
Alphonse Baskerville
"I think someone should help Mr. Rise. I believe he is quite tired from our fight, which was fruitful for my training. I guess I can count that as a victory. Have a nice day, Mr. Rise."
Dispelling the fire whip and slightly relaxing his posture, Alphonse clearly was worried in keeping appearances up, projecting the image of someone who was simply a reserved man, that rarely talked about his personal life. A trained eye probably could see through the curtain he lifted around his personality through softened and polite words.
"Teachers, anything else you need?"
by Saleon » Tue Oct 09, 2018 6:47 pm
Amanda lowered her newspaper, beginning to glance at Oliver. She sized him up, as if a mob goon taking note of the customer. She then punched a few keys into the register. The teacher lowered her feet from the top of the counter and adjusted her glasses, "the lemon tea is free, but we also have a variety of other teas that you may like as well. Though, I'm more of a coffee person. If you want some pick-me-up for the rest of the day, hmmm.... maybe some peppermint tea? Well, I do have a certain tin of wake up tea."Serah wrote:Following the end of his fight, Oliver found himself with nothing to do. His former group having seemingly disappeared from his sight and as far as he was concerned, from existence itself.
However, there was still a bistro opened up with the food they had made, although to him it like look like a posh cafe mostly because there was no alcohol. And though there wasn't anything that he would've found interesting initially, he figured that he would still enter it. So as to check things out at least.
As he entered, the fresh smell of tea and cake filled the air, which, unfortunately for him made the air quite heavy as he had an unnaturally developed sense of smell; Said sense of smell couldn't be accurately compared to a dog's, but he could somewhat easily figure out how certain foods were composed and/or figure out where a smell was coming from. This helped him countless times, but also enforced a rather strong olfactory memory.
It sometimes was more of a disservice to him than anything else.
The tea grabbed his attention, then Ambrosia. And of course, Amanda.
"Hello there." He spoke up.
"If you could get me tea, that'd be lovely. I need to be awake for the rest of the day.
Haven't slept well last night."
Luminesa wrote:Kingdom of Irhk wrote:
Alphonse Baskerville
"I think someone should help Mr. Rise. I believe he is quite tired from our fight, which was fruitful for my training. I guess I can count that as a victory. Have a nice day, Mr. Rise."
Dispelling the fire whip and slightly relaxing his posture, Alphonse clearly was worried in keeping appearances up, projecting the image of someone who was simply a reserved man, that rarely talked about his personal life. A trained eye probably could see through the curtain he lifted around his personality through softened and polite words.
"Teachers, anything else you need?"
Soleil needed help to get up, despite his desire to get to his feet on his own. Quickly, Cecily ran and helped him to his feet, examining him both for physical damage and for damage to his Mana System, which was known to be fragile. She kept herself from looking toward Alphonse, who gave her bad vibes, and she felt Soleil’s wounds. “It’s going to be okay, I’m here,” she assured him gently, as she put pressure on his back and arms to check his pain. “Where does it hurt worst?”
“...Ummm...m-my back...and shoulders...Th-thank you...” He tried not to complain too much and grit his teeth. With everyone watching, he wanted to look strong. He gave her a pained smile, and with her help he wobbled to his feet.
“I’ll heal you up and you’ll rest on the sidelines, okay?...You did a good job, both of you,” she comforted him.
John, on the other hand, wasn’t as sentimental. He was aware that Alphonse wasn’t a nice person, and now his suspicions grew. He heard the venom behind the thin veneer of politeness, and he stepped toward him. “...No. Nothing else you need to do. You did good, like she said,” he answered calmly. He would confront him in private, but for now he had to proctor the rest of this exam.
by Serah » Wed Oct 10, 2018 10:31 am
Saleon wrote:Amanda Stradt
The Storyteller
Outside CourtyardAmanda lowered her newspaper, beginning to glance at Oliver. She sized him up, as if a mob goon taking note of the customer. She then punched a few keys into the register. The teacher lowered her feet from the top of the counter and adjusted her glasses, "the lemon tea is free, but we also have a variety of other teas that you may like as well. Though, I'm more of a coffee person. If you want some pick-me-up for the rest of the day, hmmm.... maybe some peppermint tea? Well, I do have a certain tin of wake up tea."Serah wrote:Following the end of his fight, Oliver found himself with nothing to do. His former group having seemingly disappeared from his sight and as far as he was concerned, from existence itself.
However, there was still a bistro opened up with the food they had made, although to him it like look like a posh cafe mostly because there was no alcohol. And though there wasn't anything that he would've found interesting initially, he figured that he would still enter it. So as to check things out at least.
As he entered, the fresh smell of tea and cake filled the air, which, unfortunately for him made the air quite heavy as he had an unnaturally developed sense of smell; Said sense of smell couldn't be accurately compared to a dog's, but he could somewhat easily figure out how certain foods were composed and/or figure out where a smell was coming from. This helped him countless times, but also enforced a rather strong olfactory memory.
It sometimes was more of a disservice to him than anything else.
The tea grabbed his attention, then Ambrosia. And of course, Amanda.
"Hello there." He spoke up.
"If you could get me tea, that'd be lovely. I need to be awake for the rest of the day.
Haven't slept well last night."
She hops down onto the ground and then strolls over to a cupboard. She hops up, jumping futilely. Then, Virgil snuck up in the cupboard and handed to her from above. Amanda smiled a little, "thank you." Virgil was adept at hiding from students.
Amanda then walked back to the register and slammed a large tin of "Wake 'the F#ck' UP" tea. She clears her throat, reading the back of the box, "this brand of 'wake up tea' is an orange fruit tea, flavored with dried apples, blueberries, grapes, oranges, hibiscus. Good for a quick wake up, this black tea (meaning it is more flavorful than lighter teas) is both sweet and packed with energy. It is strong and will leave you without any 'coffee' jitters. Recommended with a bit of honey. Steep for 5 minutes--" she then puts it back down-- "or so it says. Would you like some Wake 'the F#ck UP' tea, or regular lemon?"
by Saleon » Wed Oct 10, 2018 7:43 pm
Amanda yawned a little, "I dunno. Tea isn't my thing." She shrugged, half-disinterested, and then just picked up the Wake Up tea, "I just read what was on the package. You are trying this one now." She went over and grab a fine teacup with a golden band around the rim. After placing a little bit of honey in the cup, she placed a teabag in the cup, then poured some hot water in the cup. She then let it sit for a bit while she held it in her hand and placed in near the register, "two silver." As it turns out, the wake up tea was actually cheaper than peppermint.Serah wrote:Saleon wrote:Amanda lowered her newspaper, beginning to glance at Oliver. She sized him up, as if a mob goon taking note of the customer. She then punched a few keys into the register. The teacher lowered her feet from the top of the counter and adjusted her glasses, "the lemon tea is free, but we also have a variety of other teas that you may like as well. Though, I'm more of a coffee person. If you want some pick-me-up for the rest of the day, hmmm.... maybe some peppermint tea? Well, I do have a certain tin of wake up tea."
She hops down onto the ground and then strolls over to a cupboard. She hops up, jumping futilely. Then, Virgil snuck up in the cupboard and handed to her from above. Amanda smiled a little, "thank you." Virgil was adept at hiding from students.
Amanda then walked back to the register and slammed a large tin of "Wake 'the F#ck' UP" tea. She clears her throat, reading the back of the box, "this brand of 'wake up tea' is an orange fruit tea, flavored with dried apples, blueberries, grapes, oranges, hibiscus. Good for a quick wake up, this black tea (meaning it is more flavorful than lighter teas) is both sweet and packed with energy. It is strong and will leave you without any 'coffee' jitters. Recommended with a bit of honey. Steep for 5 minutes--" she then puts it back down-- "or so it says. Would you like some Wake 'the F#ck UP' tea, or regular lemon?"
Oliver listened to the speech given by Amanda, hailing the tea as one of the most efficient things to wake up with.
However, he did steal a few glances at Ambrosia. He wasn't quite sure if she had fought yet, and if she did, how the fight had gone down.
Due to him training both Soleil and Ambrosia to some degree, he felt like it was his responsibility to make them win or hold up in front of everybody else.
The limited training he managed to dispense put him on edge, he felt as if he let them down.
But maybe that wasn't the case? Who knew. He'd have to ask.
"Either peppermint or that, whichever you feel is better." He answered shortly with his best impression of a light smile that almost didn't look forced.
Yet, while he was doing absolutely nothing on the sides, he watched Soleil fight.
And of course, being who he was and generally having a better grasp of magic than most others, he felt what had gone on with Alphonse. Albeit he didn't think much of it at first, it started clicking together afterwards.
"I suppose you felt it as well? What Alphonse mixed in with his attacks." He started. "He's a natural at this, dominant position, strong mana, and a doctrine of attrition behind it all. If I was any less trained, he'd be the incentive for me to start up again. But-"
He looked back outside, at Soleil, then briefly Ambrosia; Somehow he felt like those two needed protection the most, their grasp on their own powers was low, and while they could learn... He found his gaze fixating Alphonse's mannerisms, and unbeknownst to him, a disgusted snarl formed and disappeared as quickly as he turned back.
"-He's unnerving. He sounds, talks and acts like a noble. Accursed backstabbing bastards is what they are." He sighed, and sat down, looking in the distance.
by Luminesa » Thu Oct 11, 2018 9:39 pm
by Serah » Mon Oct 15, 2018 3:11 pm
Saleon wrote:Amanda Stradt
The Storyteller
Outside CourtyardAmanda yawned a little, "I dunno. Tea isn't my thing." She shrugged, half-disinterested, and then just picked up the Wake Up tea, "I just read what was on the package. You are trying this one now." She went over and grab a fine teacup with a golden band around the rim. After placing a little bit of honey in the cup, she placed a teabag in the cup, then poured some hot water in the cup. She then let it sit for a bit while she held it in her hand and placed in near the register, "two silver." As it turns out, the wake up tea was actually cheaper than peppermint.Serah wrote:
Oliver listened to the speech given by Amanda, hailing the tea as one of the most efficient things to wake up with.
However, he did steal a few glances at Ambrosia. He wasn't quite sure if she had fought yet, and if she did, how the fight had gone down.
Due to him training both Soleil and Ambrosia to some degree, he felt like it was his responsibility to make them win or hold up in front of everybody else.
The limited training he managed to dispense put him on edge, he felt as if he let them down.
But maybe that wasn't the case? Who knew. He'd have to ask.
"Either peppermint or that, whichever you feel is better." He answered shortly with his best impression of a light smile that almost didn't look forced.
Yet, while he was doing absolutely nothing on the sides, he watched Soleil fight.
And of course, being who he was and generally having a better grasp of magic than most others, he felt what had gone on with Alphonse. Albeit he didn't think much of it at first, it started clicking together afterwards.
"I suppose you felt it as well? What Alphonse mixed in with his attacks." He started. "He's a natural at this, dominant position, strong mana, and a doctrine of attrition behind it all. If I was any less trained, he'd be the incentive for me to start up again. But-"
He looked back outside, at Soleil, then briefly Ambrosia; Somehow he felt like those two needed protection the most, their grasp on their own powers was low, and while they could learn... He found his gaze fixating Alphonse's mannerisms, and unbeknownst to him, a disgusted snarl formed and disappeared as quickly as he turned back.
"-He's unnerving. He sounds, talks and acts like a noble. Accursed backstabbing bastards is what they are." He sighed, and sat down, looking in the distance.
As they waited on the tea, Oliver seemed to strike up a small conversation.
"I suppose you felt it as well? What Alphonse mixed in with his attacks." He started. "He's a natural at this, dominant position, strong mana, and a doctrine of attrition behind it all. If I was any less trained, he'd be the incentive for me to start up again. But--He's unnerving. He sounds, talks and acts like a noble. Accursed backstabbing bastards is what they are."
"You have a good eye, kid," Amanda says, taking a small sniff of the tea. She gave it a small stir to make sure the bag stirred in all the way, "I don't condone his behavior, to be sure. He will get chewed out for his little 'act' during this spar."
She then pulled out her notebook, writing down another name in the book, seemingly on another section. It still had the effect of making others shake a little in fear.
"He isn't just about domination. He is about breaking wills," Amanda mentions. In her eyes, it was better to say he was like a torturer refined in their craft. "I've said to much. Either way, it isn't uncommon for nobles," she adds, clearing her throat, "the ones who think they are made to be above others. Maybe even more for mages."
by Luminesa » Fri Oct 19, 2018 9:22 am
by Luminesa » Sat Nov 10, 2018 9:00 pm
by Serah » Sun Nov 11, 2018 7:24 am
Luminesa wrote:Timeskip-Two days later.
The exams finished, and the class was graded based on their tests and their performance. Some were glad to see their grades, others were disappointed. After a day of rest, classes continued, and the students got back to their classes. The weather continued to get colder, and the first snowfall of the year dusted the school early in the morning.
The cold weather made getting out of bed a little harder, and Soleil was no different. He laid in bed and slept through his alarm, almost uncharacteristically running late for class. He was used to cold weather, having lived in the mountains for much of his life, but Wisconsin weather was frigid even in October, and he was wrapped under two blankets. He also had a large blue, hoodie-sweater-printed with a cute puppy-over his body, and when he finally crawled out of bed, he did not bother to change into his uniform. He put on pants, a scarf, and some shoes, and he huddled out the doorway around 6:57 AM.
Ambrosia liked the cold even less, but got up early to go find food in the cafeteria. She made a stack of pancakes and drank at least three cups of hot chocolate, careful not to get it on her white, faux-fur coat and lavender dress. She arrived in class at about 6:50, in Professor Sleipnir’s Magical History class.
The classroom was warm, and full of the pulsing beauty of life. Long vines and mosses covered inexplicably covered the classroom’s walls, along with flowers such as honeycups, honeysuckle, and sweet pea. A pool of water circled the middle of the classroom, and koi swam in circles peacefully in the middle. Birds often flew in and out of the room, and had over the years made nests in some of the tree-branches in the corners of the rooms. They would probably be back in the spring, along with the sweet chirping of new babies. The room was definitely the strangest and coziest in all of Mana.
Soleil enjoyed this classroom, and was soothed by the presence of nature in the classroom. The flowers made for a sweet, wild scent that gave it a certain freshness that did not always inhabit other classrooms. And being someone who preferred being outdoors, he was able to best focus in this class. Ambrosia enjoyed the classroom as well...as long as birds did not poop on her clothes. “Morning!” she greeted the teacher, as she plopped into a desk. “Good morning, Professor,” Soleil whispered, as he sat and took out his notebooks a few moments later.
by Khasinkonia » Sun Nov 11, 2018 12:39 pm
Corentina-Elouana Koaduuiueg
by Serah » Sun Nov 11, 2018 1:08 pm
Khasinkonia wrote:Corentina-Elouana Koaduuiueg
The overnight journey from France to this unspecified school somewhere near the Canadian-American border. At least I’d managed to get a decent sleep on the plane, and they let me shower before the next leg. It’d taken less time than I’d expected, actually. I was in time for the first class. How delightful. At least my luggage was going to be taken care of. So my first class was “Magical History” taught by a Professor Sleipnir. The gates of the school weren’t out of the ordinary, at least, but surely there was more to it. I couldn’t have been taken out of school after that incident for no reason. Magic was real, apparently, and I had it. I’d never gotten a clear explanation on whether other people with magic had the same innate abilities as me. Perhaps my peers would clarify it.
I looked around, and then checked the time on my phone. 6:58 in the morning. I’d best find my way soon unless I wanted to be late for my very first class at a new school. It’d make a bad impression. Luckily, there seemed to be relatively few students here, and if I followed one maybe I’d find the right room. I fixed my coat, which was cerulean in colour, and double-breasted skirted at midi length in style. I ought to try to make a good impression.
There was boy who seemed to be going in the direction of...somewhere. Might as well follow him and see where he was off to. As luck would have it, the building and room he headed into was exactly where I needed to be. Professor Sleipnir was the name on the door, at least. Looking into this room, was this a garden? Plants all strewn about on the wall...and...stepping further in...a pond?!? What sort of school has a pond in the history classroom? Evidently, a magical one does.
I sat next to a fellow who was, for the moment, rather quiet. Although, come to think of it, it might be wise to introduce myself and see if I could tease out a bit of information. It’d been a while since I’d spoken English properly, so hopefully I wouldn’t butcher it all too much.
“Uh, excuse me,” I said, turning to him, “I’m new here...what is magical history, exactly?”
by Khasinkonia » Sun Nov 11, 2018 2:08 pm
Serah wrote:Khasinkonia wrote:Corentina-Elouana Koaduuiueg
The overnight journey from France to this unspecified school somewhere near the Canadian-American border. At least I’d managed to get a decent sleep on the plane, and they let me shower before the next leg. It’d taken less time than I’d expected, actually. I was in time for the first class. How delightful. At least my luggage was going to be taken care of. So my first class was “Magical History” taught by a Professor Sleipnir. The gates of the school weren’t out of the ordinary, at least, but surely there was more to it. I couldn’t have been taken out of school after that incident for no reason. Magic was real, apparently, and I had it. I’d never gotten a clear explanation on whether other people with magic had the same innate abilities as me. Perhaps my peers would clarify it.
I looked around, and then checked the time on my phone. 6:58 in the morning. I’d best find my way soon unless I wanted to be late for my very first class at a new school. It’d make a bad impression. Luckily, there seemed to be relatively few students here, and if I followed one maybe I’d find the right room. I fixed my coat, which was cerulean in colour, and double-breasted skirted at midi length in style. I ought to try to make a good impression.
There was boy who seemed to be going in the direction of...somewhere. Might as well follow him and see where he was off to. As luck would have it, the building and room he headed into was exactly where I needed to be. Professor Sleipnir was the name on the door, at least. Looking into this room, was this a garden? Plants all strewn about on the wall...and...stepping further in...a pond?!? What sort of school has a pond in the history classroom? Evidently, a magical one does.
I sat next to a fellow who was, for the moment, rather quiet. Although, come to think of it, it might be wise to introduce myself and see if I could tease out a bit of information. It’d been a while since I’d spoken English properly, so hopefully I wouldn’t butcher it all too much.
“Uh, excuse me,” I said, turning to him, “I’m new here...what is magical history, exactly?”
Oliver had noticed the person walking behind him, but generally paid it no mind. For a brief moment he thought of them as a possible assassin, but when no attempts had been made on his life during the entirety of the trip to the classroom, he figured it couldn't have been that.
No, indeed it was just a student. One he hadn't seen before, and could only figure was a transfer student, but a student nonetheless.
Come to think of it, didn't he get something like a paper mentioning a new student. Something along those lines, but realistically he probably forgot about it under all the alcohol.
It wasn't that bad for him, any kind of social interaction was good for him, and with his shell slowly breaking down...
Now was not the time to think of it.
"The cynical answer is regular history, but flashier. The other answer is the explanation for why most unexplained things happened in the regular world up until post WW1 if I remember properly."
His eyes had lit up a bit more as he turned his head to look at the newcomer.
He looked at her clothes and mannerisms, so as to figure out who she was, or where she came from.
Unfortunately there was no plaque highlighting her name on her coat, but given how confused she was at something that was the very basics of mage knowledge, he figured she was from outside.
Maybe even from Europe.
"... You're not from here, are you?" He asked, after a pause to figure out her accent. "And given what you asked, I don't think you've been raised like a mage in the slightest... I would guess that you were sent here after either you or someone else caused a fuss that awakened your powers, or at the very least make you realize you had them." Oliver continued, and stretched.
"Well, even if I'm wrong, if you need any help, call Begnion, he'll lead you to me if I'm not in the usual places. I'm usually in the Solum dorm or at the back of the classes.
I'll give you pointers for this class and pass my notes to you, if you need them. If need help for the other classes, you can ask me. You wouldn't be the first."
Corentina-Elouana Koaduuiueg
by Saldinado » Sun Nov 11, 2018 3:25 pm
by Serah » Sun Nov 11, 2018 3:56 pm
Khasinkonia wrote:Serah wrote:
Oliver had noticed the person walking behind him, but generally paid it no mind. For a brief moment he thought of them as a possible assassin, but when no attempts had been made on his life during the entirety of the trip to the classroom, he figured it couldn't have been that.
No, indeed it was just a student. One he hadn't seen before, and could only figure was a transfer student, but a student nonetheless.
Come to think of it, didn't he get something like a paper mentioning a new student. Something along those lines, but realistically he probably forgot about it under all the alcohol.
It wasn't that bad for him, any kind of social interaction was good for him, and with his shell slowly breaking down...
Now was not the time to think of it.
"The cynical answer is regular history, but flashier. The other answer is the explanation for why most unexplained things happened in the regular world up until post WW1 if I remember properly."
His eyes had lit up a bit more as he turned his head to look at the newcomer.
He looked at her clothes and mannerisms, so as to figure out who she was, or where she came from.
Unfortunately there was no plaque highlighting her name on her coat, but given how confused she was at something that was the very basics of mage knowledge, he figured she was from outside.
Maybe even from Europe.
"... You're not from here, are you?" He asked, after a pause to figure out her accent. "And given what you asked, I don't think you've been raised like a mage in the slightest... I would guess that you were sent here after either you or someone else caused a fuss that awakened your powers, or at the very least make you realize you had them." Oliver continued, and stretched.
"Well, even if I'm wrong, if you need any help, call Begnion, he'll lead you to me if I'm not in the usual places. I'm usually in the Solum dorm or at the back of the classes.
I'll give you pointers for this class and pass my notes to you, if you need them. If need help for the other classes, you can ask me. You wouldn't be the first."Corentina-Elouana Koaduuiueg
The fellow I’d asked gave me a suspicious look at first, but seemed to lighten up as he mulled me over. Then he seemed to get an idea of who I was, it seemed. Could he be somewhat clairvoyant? I nodded as he suggested that I wasn’t from around here and wasn’t a mage. He got the gist correct, so it was a distinct possibility, although he may very well simply be good at reading people. Perhaps I’ll find out soon enough, as he did offer to aid me.
“Thank you,” I replied. “And I am new here. I’m a transfer student from Huelgoat, Brittany. My name’s Corentina-Elouana Koaduuiueg, but most people just call me Elouana. What’s you name, and, also, what do you mean by ‘solum’?”
by Khasinkonia » Sun Nov 11, 2018 5:11 pm
Serah wrote:Khasinkonia wrote:Corentina-Elouana Koaduuiueg
The fellow I’d asked gave me a suspicious look at first, but seemed to lighten up as he mulled me over. Then he seemed to get an idea of who I was, it seemed. Could he be somewhat clairvoyant? I nodded as he suggested that I wasn’t from around here and wasn’t a mage. He got the gist correct, so it was a distinct possibility, although he may very well simply be good at reading people. Perhaps I’ll find out soon enough, as he did offer to aid me.
“Thank you,” I replied. “And I am new here. I’m a transfer student from Huelgoat, Brittany. My name’s Corentina-Elouana Koaduuiueg, but most people just call me Elouana. What’s you name, and, also, what do you mean by ‘solum’?”
The mention of Brittany made Oliver raise an eyebrow.
"France, huh." He muttered. Seemingly going into his own thoughts.
It had been a while since anybody had mentioned France around him. The seat of power of his family might've been in Strasburg, but he himself didn't come from it.
He came from further south, near Vienne. That said, he probably passed through the place during the bus trip to Scotland. He did have to go to Belgium to board the boat.
"I'm from the Rhône, myself." He continued, remembering a few things he'd rather have forgotten. "I'm Oliver, or Alrick, depending on who you ask. As for the Solum question, it's pretty simple. There are four different dorms, and in those dorms are the four great elements. Earth, Air, Water and Fire, the official lingo for it is Solum, Venta, Aqua and... Something. I can't remember it."
He sighed briefly, trying to rack his mind to find the word again.
"Oh, yeah. Ignis. And it's not Aqua it's Aquo. You'll land in one of the dorms whether you like it or not, but they're comfy. Especially if you don't have to share, which is possible for you, since you're a transfer student."
Corentina-Elouana Koaduuiueg
by Serah » Sun Nov 11, 2018 5:37 pm
Khasinkonia wrote:Serah wrote:
The mention of Brittany made Oliver raise an eyebrow.
"France, huh." He muttered. Seemingly going into his own thoughts.
It had been a while since anybody had mentioned France around him. The seat of power of his family might've been in Strasburg, but he himself didn't come from it.
He came from further south, near Vienne. That said, he probably passed through the place during the bus trip to Scotland. He did have to go to Belgium to board the boat.
"I'm from the Rhône, myself." He continued, remembering a few things he'd rather have forgotten. "I'm Oliver, or Alrick, depending on who you ask. As for the Solum question, it's pretty simple. There are four different dorms, and in those dorms are the four great elements. Earth, Air, Water and Fire, the official lingo for it is Solum, Venta, Aqua and... Something. I can't remember it."
He sighed briefly, trying to rack his mind to find the word again.
"Oh, yeah. Ignis. And it's not Aqua it's Aquo. You'll land in one of the dorms whether you like it or not, but they're comfy. Especially if you don't have to share, which is possible for you, since you're a transfer student."Corentina-Elouana Koaduuiueg
I once again nodded. It made sense; I’d been told I was to stay in Venta. I thought that was the name of the town or building, and the latter was correct. The Rhône rung a bell from geography class, so it seemed Oliver was also from France, or at least nearby.
“That’s fine. Thanks,” I replied, then clicking my tongue as I thought of something. I thought for a moment, assembling how exactly I’d phrase the question so as to avoid provoking any possible indignant responses.
“Are there any notable differences about the student community here other than magic, would you say?”
by Luminesa » Sun Nov 11, 2018 6:26 pm
Khasinkonia wrote:Corentina-Elouana Koaduuiueg
The overnight journey from France to this unspecified school somewhere near the Canadian-American border. At least I’d managed to get a decent sleep on the plane, and they let me shower before the next leg. It’d taken less time than I’d expected, actually. I was in time for the first class. How delightful. At least my luggage was going to be taken care of. So my first class was “Magical History” taught by a Professor Sleipnir. The gates of the school weren’t out of the ordinary, at least, but surely there was more to it. I couldn’t have been taken out of school after that incident for no reason. Magic was real, apparently, and I had it. I’d never gotten a clear explanation on whether other people with magic had the same innate abilities as me. Perhaps my peers would clarify it.
I looked around, and then checked the time on my phone. 6:58 in the morning. I’d best find my way soon unless I wanted to be late for my very first class at a new school. It’d make a bad impression. Luckily, there seemed to be relatively few students here, and if I followed one maybe I’d find the right room. I fixed my coat, which was cerulean in colour, and double-breasted skirted at midi length in style. I ought to try to make a good impression.
There was boy who seemed to be going in the direction of...somewhere. Might as well follow him and see where he was off to. As luck would have it, the building and room he headed into was exactly where I needed to be. Professor Sleipnir was the name on the door, at least. Looking into this room, was this a garden? Plants all strewn about on the wall...and...stepping further in...a pond?!? What sort of school has a pond in the history classroom? Evidently, a magical one does.
I sat next to a fellow who was, for the moment, rather quiet. Although, come to think of it, it might be wise to introduce myself and see if I could tease out a bit of information. It’d been a while since I’d spoken English properly, so hopefully I wouldn’t butcher it all too much.
“Uh, excuse me,” I said, turning to him, “I’m new here...what is magical history, exactly?”
by Frisct the II » Mon Nov 12, 2018 7:24 am
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