[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.]

Comments

[secrowtary]

[It's just as Dave has said; the moment he closes his eyes even for a moment just to demonstrate. One of the paper birds even revert to a creased paper sheet.]

You're right, I have to look at them and focus. Now that you know my limits... [He sounds quite serious right there, maybe a bit too serious, even. One of the crows floats really close to Dave's face, too.] What can I do for you?

[parodeity]

Well, if you're takin' requests for entertainment purposes...

[ he has to think. the crow doesn't bug him, at least. ]

A big paper airplane that can fly a person around.

[ WHY. ]

[secrowtary]

[He's not even sure how to properly respond at first, too baffled to even say a word.

Pictured: Hibiki right now.]

I'll try, but I hope you don't mind waiting a bit. I'm not sure how much time will it take.

[With that said, he starts ripping the journal pages.]

[parodeity]

I don't mind waitin'. I always have too much time on my hands.

[ AND HE WILL SETTLE IN TO WAIT. ]

I can draw you up more paper if you need?

[secrowtary]

Oh?

[For a moment here, he completely forgot that's possible.]

I'd appreciate that.

[The plan is easy: getting as many paper sheets as possible, combine them into one big paper sheet and then start folding.]

Why an airplane, though...

[parodeity]

Haven't you ever thought it'd be cool when you saw one?

[ dave will start drawing sheets of paper into being...

this is stupid ]

[secrowtary]

This may sound surprising to you but no, somehow I have not.

[Just a little maybe...]

Why would anyone think about such a thing in the first place?

[parodeity]

I thought it was pretty normal???

[secrowtary]

I hate to break it to you, but... [Instead of saying another word, he just sighs.] Actually...never mind.

[Thanks to their efforts the combined paper sheets are almost ready to be folded, which is going to be the harder part.]

I'm not sure if it'll be able to fly up high, though.

[parodeity]

But if it even flies a little bit, it'd be fun, right?

[ DON'T CRUSH HIS DREAMS ]

[secrowtary]

[BUT THAT'S WHAT HE DOES BEST]

Fun... [The longest pause ever.] You may be right. Dreams of flying sure are a thing, I suppose. Is that one of yours, too?

[parodeity]

It's more like I miss it. I can usually fly, actually, back home?

[secrowtary]

Oh, I had no idea. [This changes everything.] You don't look like you can.

[Brutally honest...]

[parodeity]

What would a person who could fly look like, exactly?