[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]

"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!"