spellbinders | [OPENING] magical training log

[OPENING] magical training log

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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[ Don't mind her, she's just observing...Or is she?

That was the plan, but it's almost instinctive for Brie to toss herself into the fray. If she happens upon a newbie in particular need of help, she may offer to straighten them out. She's also not opposed to helping you complete your mission, as long as it gets you to practice your magic.]

a: break it down like an enzyme

[Dirk stares at the line of beach huts as he contemplates the mission he was given. "Break down one of the empty beach huts." There are so many questions for him in this. How is he going to come to fully understand a beach hut? Should he instead try to understand elements of it and attack it in that manner? Exactly how is something as complicated as this supposed to come down?

But only one question is said out loud.]

Ok, but how the fuck am I supposed to be sure the hut's empty?

[People may not have enough stuff to leave around. Someone might have refrained from writing their name on it but still claimed it. Does he need to write a notification that demolishment is incoming and wait until someone complains???]

b: two wrongs make a right

[Later, Dirk can be found sitting on the beaches, a little distance away. In front of him, he has a collection of random junk, the kind you might have gotten out of the bag trails that were left for them. A pair of novelty glasses, an ugly plastic plate, an old sponge.

Dirk stands, pulls his sword out from its sheathe (still annoyed that's a thing) and slices it through the items.

Then he sits back down again and stares at them. And stares. So much staring. Riveting training effort.]

Waver hadn't been sure what to make of his assignment. Manipulating smoke into the answers to three short-answer questions, provided by other newbies. The first part made sense, learn to get a better handle on things, but the rest? How was he supposed to gather questions? Conduct an informal survey?

A
The first part was straight forward. He had to conjure the smoke, and be able to do it seamlessly. Waver found himself an area downwind from everyone else, and positioned himself with his back towards the wind.

Quietly, he tried to figure out the mechanism. A wiggle of his fingers. A twitch of his nose. A stomp on the ground. The thought of smoke itself. Words, short and direct or else a bullshited lengthy incantation.

It is the last one that sends him the ability, and from the tips of Waver's fingers, clouds of thick, white smoke begin to form. They stream off, dissipating into the air, and when Waver imagines the clouds stopping, they do so.

"So that's the trick?" he muttered out loud. In the back of his mind, it also occurred to him that he had not activated any of his magic circuits.

So he stood there in his little section, practically a fog machine turning itself on and off.

B
With the mechanism down pat after a half an hour's experimenting, the next part was manipulation. Waver suspected that it might be a whole body thing, but he also knew no one wanted a sudden cloud of smoke in their face.

So he kept it simple. He wiggled a finger and the thin whisps of smoke coming forward wiggled too. Wiggling both hands created a larger wave. There was a logic to it.

"Right," he said to himself, and as he did so, Waver put both of his hands in front of him and turned to his left. He didn't know if the smoke was moving with him because of the wind, because of his hands, or because he was also trying to will it into doing so, but it moved all the same.

There was a moment of silence, and Waver's hands hung at his side. Not visible, since he now faced away from the others, was the grin on his face. He was doing something that his lineage in magecraft wouldn't allow for. That? That was exhilarating.

C
With the mechanics figured out, Waver sat himself down in the sand to do the actual assignment. As much as he could figure out the wording, he was supposed to make this stuff into exact shapes and then control it. Puppet shows came to mind.

He tried to make basic shapes first. Circle. Squares. Pentagons. Flat first, then three-dimensional. It took more time than Waver liked to get those functional, but by five o'clock, he could manage it.

"Now how am I supposed to get the damn questions I'm supposed to answer?"

[ Minato had been practicing little by little these past few days how to use his power, learning what sorts of objects he can shrink down into colorful glass beads and that he should probably make a concentrated effort to remember what's what, or at least sort them out before he's left with a counterproductive mess.

Brie had given him three things to transform: a hut, one of her swords, and a pair of pants. Easy enough, although he's tempted to just keep the sword as is; it's shinier and less bloody than his old one, lost in the jumble of beads he keeps in his pocket. The other two, though... ]

A.
[ It's the middle of the afternoon when Minato returns to the huts, knocking on the doors each in turn, testing the handle to see if it pulls open and if anybody is inside. ]

Anybody home...?

[ Hopefully not, because who would give him permission to mess with their home without the promise of being able to get it back?
> If somebody's inside, please answer before he whisks away the entire hut, leaving you sitting dumbfounded on the bed or sprawled onto the sand out in the open, hello.
> If no one's there, perhaps you walk by, seeing Minato standing there in front of an empty gap in the row of huts. Any furniture that was inside is still left, but the hut itself? Mm... He's walking away from the crime scene; the mission was only to turn things into beads, not back. He'll fix it later... maybe. ]

B.
[ Part two of the mission. laughs, Minato just looks tired, sitting there on the sand, watching people practice, beckoning whoever wanders by and doesn't turn around the moment they hear his request: ]

Can I borrow your pants?

[ He would use his own pants but like. He has to show Brie and he's just. Really tired. Who has extra pants he can take and potentially never give back. ]

a
[okay. okay he has to face it sooner or later. deep down he'd known what he'd ended up with, the most inappropriate possible power to work with in place of a seraph's usual abilities. he hadn't tried to use it yet. he hadn't tried talking about it yet. but now it's here, on paper, for everyone to see. and he's being asked to try and use it, also for everyone to see.

he shuts his eyes, opens them again. 'turn into a dragon' is still listed there. nope.]

No. Absolutely not.

[what is he going to tell Edna and Sorey?]

b
[one way or another he gets convinced, probably, and that is when shit gets hilarious. he can turn into a dragon just fine, he discovers. it's even painless, in a disconcerting sort of way, and he's glad to find that it doesn't seem to affect his mind the way regular dragonization might.

on the other hand, the limitation is that he has to learn to operate the body before he can go fly anyone anywhere. and the results? the results are mixed.

which is to say, at some point during the training day, you might find yourself in the path of a roaring, haphazardly flying blue-and-white blur, frantically flapping his wings and telepathically screeching to the heavens:]

OUT OF THE WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAY!

c
[...and later, after that's more sorted out, Mikleo, very much the worse for wear and still in dragon shape, sends out the most sheepish telepathic ping:]

Okay. So it looks like -- my mission is to carry two people and fly up to a high point of the island? I'm pretty sure we'll be okay if--if both people are tied on. Can I get a couple of volunteers?

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[ A : NEW FRIENDS, NEW FREEDOM ]

[Chiaki's mission was simple: somehow enhance the magic of three other newbies.

As far as he's concerned, this is simply a new chance to make new friends while he's at it?! Hence why this super sunny personality is coming up to you even if you've never seen him before in your life. He grins brightly, proudly, and immediately barrels on forward. - ]

Hello!! My name is Chiaki Morisawa, the one with the burning heart! [ok] I believe we are comrades now!

May I touch you?

[why]

[ B : NEW... MISSTEPS ]

What if I...

[ i ) That's the sound of experimentation and while that might be good for anyone with even half a braincell, for Chiaki it's a very, very poor idea. He leans down as if he's about to tie his show, but instead he's touching both of his legs with his fingertips, a brief magic little glow emanating for his fingertips, and then he stands.

Too fast.

Way too fast.

It turns into a jump even though he doesn't mean to, sending him right up into the air, following by his half-confused, half-excited yell - ] I seeeeeeee?!

[Who is this human kite, it's Chiaki.

ii ) When he's back on the ground, he's still trying to get his bearings with his enhanced speed - but it's sending him careening forward much, much faster than he anticipated. Right on course for impacting against a tree, but that should be fine, right? He reaches his hands out to catch himself.

His fingertips come into contact with the tree trunk first, the same magic little glow, and then - ]

Guagh?!

[ - Chiaki runs into it way too fast, especially considering that this tree is now as solid as a boulder.

Mistakes were made.]

Why.

[he's dusty and frustrated and fortunately himself-shaped right this moment, or Chiaki might have gotten a snarl instead of a faintly put-upon:]

But why.

I generally like to be taken out to dinner first?

[ eyes the ball full of pep and sunshine dubiously behind his shades. but also, dave isn't making any move to, like, walk away, despite the dry answer. ]

Can you actually think of a way projecting my--emotions onto other people could aid in my survival, or is that just the line you give everyone?

[Someone looks like he has a lot of emotions about this, in particular.]

Hm? Why what—

[why do you want to touch people, chiaki]

Oh!! Yes, yes, I see what happened. I've never been good at explaining myself.... Forgive my boldness?!

[ . . . . any day now, chiaki]

[Magic lessons, hm? Well. She doesn't need any of that. She's sort of got this magic thing down. But all the children are learning and practicing and training and it's very exciting. A bunch of budding witches~ It really was a lifetime ago since she was a budding witch. Magic isn't easy. If it was everyone would be born a witch.

Of course, Yuuko also expects that this will be incredibly entertaining to watch. Explosions, lightning, fireworks maybe? It'll be fun! And of course, some of the children might need help. All magic is different but there is a certain way to go about spell casting. Clear mind so on and so forth. That she can probably assist with. Also it sounds like some were assigned with tasks? She can help with that too.

The witch has found herself a chair and perched herself under a shady palm tree with a clear view of all the magical happenings. A wine glass in one hand and a book in the other and a very cool beach look~ This is just another day of relaxing on the shore, this time she just has a magical little show on top of it all.

Well, good luck kiddies~!]

[[OOC: Just the one prompt but feel free to ask Yuuko for help with your quest/magic. That's what she's here for. She probably won't give you any grief about it. AND she'll want something in exchange. Nothing is free.]]

[snarl at him, mikleo]

Why...? [it takes a second before he realizes what mikleo's asking - ] Oh!! That's right - ah, you see, it's my mission!

[ . . . to touch people

yeah]

Absolutely not.

[he doesn't get it

because he's just going to hum thoughtfully at that, bringing a hand up to his chin and tilting his head]

Ah! A meal between new friends to build camaraderie? That makes sense! We did just meet after all....

[ do you know who misses flying? dave. dave misses flying. he raises his hand. even though. he's being spoken to telepathically. ]

I'm game.

[!!!!!

Chiaki staggers, surprised at the certainty of that reply?!]

I - can't?!

[DID HE JUST EXPECT BLANKET PERMISSION FROM EVERYONE]

Yes. Exactly that. You gotta work your way up the wine-and-dine chain to get to some actual skin on skin contact, here.

[ tbh dave will just keep making statements like that until he gets it ]

I'm Dave, what up.

[Chiaki's the type of person to agree to just about anything if it means helping people out.

But he also just barely knows everyone here?? Hence why he pauses at the request.]

... Is it for training?

[or are you a pervert of injustice that must be thwarted]

i: solo

[ dave's mission is, by his standards, pretty dull. "draw a backpack, a bag of chips and a crossbow into existence". ok, easy enough. granted, he doesn't do it exactly well, but that matters less about certain easier items. the backpack is kind of shoddy but servicable; the bag of chips is easier, being simple to draw, although the doritos might be off-brand.

the crossbow is fairly terrible because he's never handled a fucking crossbow in his life, and the details are kind of...vague. the firing mechanism doesn't work because he doesn't really know how a crossbow firing mechanism works or what it looks like, so...yeah.

he gave up on the three items (though he drew a variety of chips-in-bags if anyone cares to take them and try them) and is now methodically working through other random objects. swords of varying quality; shuriken shaped like card suits (suitarangs); a brain; dozens of little sculptures of his shitty webcomic; three attempts at a keyboard before he went "fuck it" and moved onto his current task:

cookies.

there is literally no rhyme or reason to his actions, is there. dave eyes the plate of cookies he has produced via drawing dubiously. ]

A'ight, there's basically no way to know if these are oatmeal or, like, oatmeal raisin. Or some other type of cookie. I think maybe I wasn't thinkin' about it proper. But you can have one anyway if you want?

[ or give him something better to draw...lord. ]

Alternately, I am takin' requests. For whatever drawings, not just baked goods.

ii: duet

[ rose is seated primly on a beach blanket (produced by dave, so it is. misshapen), decked out in a fairly serviceable sundress while her brother is still apparently a believer in jeans and long sleeves and shades. they look similar enough they're obviously related, even if they hadn't been referring to one another in that way to other people without worry.

they're currently debating the finer points of needlecraft. namely: ]

- technically you could enchant a voodoo doll but why would you want to is what I'm sayin'.

[ okay, that's not really a finer point of needlecraft, but rose responds perfectly calmly: ] You'll note I never said I did, Dave. It was, in fact, you who raised the topic of voodoo dolls by yourself, after making the pincushion. I simply didn't discourage you from doing so.

[ the pinchusion in question is sweet bro's head. why, dave.

dave looks mortally offended by this logic. ]

I brought it up as in "hey Rose you know what you should never, ever do - " oh, hi. Back me up here, if you have magic sewin' skills why would you go for the biggest damn magical needlecraft cliche in the history of anythin' ever?

[ rose, again: ] I believe the person you mean to argue with is yourself, but by all means let's hear what they have to say.

[ tag order is you > dave > rose ]

iii: trio

[ dave, rose, and john are all sitting together on the beach (on the misshapen beach blanket from the above prompt) when you have the unfortunate luck of being spotted by all three of them at once.

it's not too late to run? however, dave will call out: ]

Hey, want to help us with some mad science?

[ this sounds worrying and may net you a hideous object because it is in fact very worrying when they work together. rose has a bunch of needlecraft supplies arrayed in front of her, john has some random junk, and dave is spinning a marker idly.

tag order will be you > john > dave > rose ]

Don't touch me.

[As if to emphasize the point, he scoots backwards.]

[ Mitsuki's used to being shorter than people but he's not used to being so short that they literally cast their entire shadow over him. He puts a hand over his eyes to shield them as he looks up.

Someone got the power of flight? From the sound he made, this is almost certainly his first time and that means Mitsuki wants to be anywhere but still in his shadow when gravity takes effect again. ]

Oi, where're you going to land!?

[ Because of course the it's-a-bird brigage up there planned that before he launched... right? ]

It's nice to meet you, Dave!

Though I do have questions about your process.... Does that mean that you don't get hugs?

[chiaki isn't going to get it]

Mm, but...

[He looks sincerely uncertain there, tilting his head.]

Are we not meant to be comrades and allies....?

I've gotten one?

[ .................................

t...otal? he might mean he's gotten one hug total ever. ]

Well, like, three now.

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