[OPENING] magical training log

[spellslash]

Who: Brie, whichever newbies want to show up.
Where: The beach.
When: Day 4
Open/Closed: OTA

[It's about noon on the island, based on the position of the sun. The newbies have had a few days to settle in, but that doesn't mean they've fully mastered their newfound abilities.

As much stock as Genette puts into telepathy, Brie is more concerned about their other newfound gifts. She's aggressively tried to wrangle as many newbies as possible onto the sandy shores of the beachfront area for some magic practice.

She's got a list of everyone's magic -- only a few vague notes, limitations are for you to discover -- and she's handing out missions for magic training. If you want to participate? Feel free. If you don't? Suit yourself.

But understanding your magic isn't just an activity that benefits the group. Learning your magic's abilities may be what stands between you and survival, which is something she makes perfectly clear.]

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[teratias]

"I haven't had a chance to look at it much, actually," Waver admitted, the image of the book hovering between his hand. "It has a lot of woodcut illustrations though."

Which was in fact useful, since the couldn't make a lick of sense of the language. That was neither here nor there now though. Waver returned his attention to answering the second part of the question

Lucky for him, a bag and a book share the same shape. He gave a wiggle of his fingers to remove the texture of the pages of the book, and slowly, the corners of it rounded. A flap folded over, and straps emerged from the side. The movements were still cautious, jerky, unsure, but Waver seemed to at least know the general shape he was after.

Soon enough, a messenger bag hovered.

"There, that's the other item."

[burnblonde]

She nodded. She enjoyed reading about as much as one might expect, she'd had more fun reading out loud to her sister when they were both younger than she enjoyed them for herself. Although thanks to a certain injury she'd gotten in plenty of reading time over the past few months. She could still appreciate one though and being in a new world did make her a little curious about what could potentially be in the books.

As she thought about this, Waver was already shifting the smoke around until he had conjured the image of a bag.

"Oh hey, that went a lot smoother. I guess you can speed up the process if you already have the basic shape down, huh?" It certainly hadn't seemed to take him as long to manipulate the smoke into a bag from the book-shape.

[teratias]

"Yeah. When the shape is shared it is just a matter of pinpointing what other parts to manipulate."

Waver was pretty pleased that he'd managed to answer the question though, and more than that, Yang's actually been engaged with him, rather than standing about and waiting for the two magical shapes.

A flick of his hands and the smoke disappeared.

"That's the easiest bit though."

[burnblonde]

Well that was interesting, but made a bit of sense. If you already had the basic shape of course it wouldn't be hard to change the details, right?

"So. That's one question down at least. You said you'd like me to find some more people, right?" Yang asked. She was certainly willing to help, though she had a feeling if they were all working on various assignments like this that anyone would be willing to help.

[teratias]

"If anyone's available."

Waver knew that everyone needed to prioritize their own assignments first, and he didn't blame them for doing that either.

"If not, I guess you could just come up with more questions."

[burnblonde]

Yang looked around. Unfortunately, it didn't look like there would be anyone joining them any time soon. The area around them was devoid of others--so she assumed they were further down the beach or something. Yang shrugged, turning back to Waver. She'd have to come up with more questions then it seemed.

"Hmm...okay here is something that might be a little harder. What's your favorite food?"

[teratias]

"Hm."

Well, that was harder. Waver couldn't remember the last time someone even asked him what his favorite food was. He had to have been very young for something like that. But not having given it thought lately, now he realized that he had no answer. That was weird, and so he thought about what he usually dreamed about eating when he was on his meager food budget back at Clock Tower.

So he started with an oval. It would eventually become a roasting chicken, but for now, an oval. Then two more on either side, that'd be the legs, and then refining the bones and everything else until, eventually, a very lumpy attempt at a roasted chicken hovered in the smoke.

[burnblonde]

Yang had figured it was an easier question--again she wanted to make sure that despite world differences she might stand a chance at guessing. Surely food in different worlds couldn't be that different, right? Luckily, the smoke was taking a relatively familiar shape...albeit a lumpy one.

Hmm, this was a little trickier. But eventually Yang snapped her fingers, "Oh! It's some kind of bird. A cooked chicken?"

[teratias]

It was a very, very lumpy bird. But Yang got it all the same, and Waver brightens considerably that his effort paid off with a fairly quick recognition. He puffs his chest out a little, and a near smile flicks across his face.

"Yeah!"