[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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[genice]

( Victor's having a great time. (He's not.) But he's determinedly having A Time Of Things, currently walking on the packed, damp sand with the waves crashing around his feet. He's massive in dragon form, leaving impressive footprints as he goes, talons gouging deep with every step. He's still learning how to keep them up, how to be careful with this new body. Water swirls around scaled toes and splashes upward, trying to claim silver scaled ankles with limited success. Victor would have to go further in the water to get even partly damp, but here it's easier to move, and he can eve cautiously stretch out his wings and examine the sunlight as it shone through them, turning silver into something warmer with its touch.

He tucks his wings back against his body when he hears the question addressed to someone else, maybe: he's not sure. Massive head swinging around to focus his too large, vivid blue eyes on the one speaking, Victor tipped his head to one side. He smiled: unfortunately, not very charming with a mouth filled with teeth destined for tearing and ripping and grinding instead of his normal, human expression. )

I feel like that sort of request demands a campfire to go alongside it.

( he pressed his lips closed, lowering his head until its on level with the young man speaking. )

Are introductions going out of fashion these days? Hello, my name's Victor Nikiforov, and you are...?

[tropism]

It's less personal should things go awry. That way, you can forget that it happened in the first place a lot easier.

But if you insist, then the name is Giorno.

[ he frowns at him. the teeth was an awkward touch, one he can live with, really - it's not the worst someone can have here - but the rest of it .... ] Was that a pair of wings I just saw on you?

[genice]

Wow, that's one way of handling things, Giorno.

( Chuckling in more of a rumble than anything else, Victor lifts his head and looks toward his own back. He twitches the tip of one wing out, letting the tines fan just enough to be obvious. )

Seem to still be attached.

( Catching the light as he moves it, silver glinting and shimmering as he shifts. Scales are pretty, he supposes, but he still finds it unnerving to be so forcibly divorced from the body he's known all his life.

This Is Fine. He Is Fine. Fine. Or he will be. It's mastering one more skill, one more unknown aspect of himself. )

[tropism]

I just like being cautious.

[ oh, lovely. for a moment there his hands reach out to try and touch the scales, the wings, but it's so brief that there's barely even contact at all.

having been satisfied - for now - giorno decides to leave the matter for now. ]

No campfires. This one doesn't really need that. [ he extends his hand again, as if asking him for a dance. ] Would you like to try? It shouldn't take long, and anyway it's not permanent.

[genice]

Delightful! I love reassurances that this isn't permanent.

( he only smiles at the whole comment on campfires. he doesn't see a point in saying he has an inclination toward ice, not fire; is it really relevant? it's a joke as far as he's concerned anyway.

Victor is careful to lift one foot, extending the tip of a claw until, with exquisite care, the tips of one rests gently against Giorno's palm. dancing with a dragon seems like an interesting prospect in ways that have nothing to do with being ground bound. what might he be able to do in the air?

and oh, how he doesn't ache right now. maybe that's the strangest thing of all. )

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