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Marcell Harmonious wrote:

"Flying lessons would be nice, honestly. This is already my second form with wings, and bumbling about isn't any fun."

::The second hardest part is taking off. The hardest part is landing. Almost everyone gets some bumps and bruises from their first attempts at landing. But once you're airborne it's actually pretty intuitive. To take off you have to move both of your wings together with as much force as you can. It helps to use your back legs to helps you get lift off the ground. It's not uncommon to need a running start when you're first learning how to do it...::

[Insert further flying instructions here] ;P

it takes a suprizingly short time. Once he starts getting confident, the whole thing becomes fluid. He's got the whole thing almost prefect by the end, and lands nearly perfectly. It seems all of how to work his body is in his head already, if he'd stop being so nervous.

"Flying lessons would be nice, honestly. This is already my second form with wings, and bumbling about isn't any fun."

"I'm a sapphire dragon."
he says bluntly.
"... Don't ask how I knew that, I don't know. And I started learning to fly when I was a pseudodragon. It was the best thing about the form."

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marcell nods, watching Ryleh quietly. Badly hiding how much he's shivering.

::You have nothing to fear from me, Marcell. I'm sure you've heard stories, but the reality is never that simple. What I can promise you is that I do not harm children. Not ever. You are safe here.::

::Now,:: she said, moving her wings up and out, ::try spreading your wings up and out like this. You need to get used to moving these muscles. I believe Professor Zix said you had taken the form of a pseudodragon before. This works on the same general principle as what you experienced then. It's just that because you are larger you have less room for error without knocking people over.::

Marcell quietly mimics the movement. He gets a hold of it rather quickly, his motions becoming a lot more fluid the less he overthinks it. He's still shaking, but slowly calming down.

marcell nods, watching Ryleh quietly. Badly hiding how much he's shivering.

Marcell just blinks, and doesn't say anything.

marcell shakes his head.
"Go right ahead."

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Marcell yelps and whirls to face Rileh. He'd end up smacking her with a wing in the motion, if she didn't expect it, or have some sort of defense up.

"M-m-Marcell. I'm sorry I knocked those people over. These wings are a pain, and this body makes me nervous, and I can barely feel anything I touch, and these wings are a pain, and I think I already said that, and, and..."
he's shivering badly, both because he's still kinda afraid of dragons and having his worldview challanged by his own body, and because he thinks he's going to get in trouble.

Ryleh easily deflects the wing and listens to the clearly frightened explanation silently. "I take it that this is a recent change? This is not your usual form? It's alright. You're not in trouble. I am simply trying to assist you," she said in the same calm, quiet voice she had used to ask his name. "Here," she added, gently grabbing a wing and showing him how to fold it in close. "Like this. It will make it much easier to get around. Don't fight with your tail. It's there to help you balance.If you curl it around your feet you're only going to trip. Hatchlings always do that."

marcell does as he's told.

Marcell yelps and whirls to face Rileh. He'd end up smacking her with a wing in the motion, if she didn't expect it, or have some sort of defense up.
"M-m-Marcell. I'm sorry I knocked those people over. These wings are a pain, and this body makes me nervous, and I can barely feel anything I touch, and these wings are a pain, and I think I already said that, and, and..."
he's shivering badly, both because he's still kinda afraid of dragons and having his worldview challanged by his own body, and because he thinks he's going to get in trouble.

there's a loud sound of things plates and various silverware falling to the ground, as a kid gets smacked by a rather large wing.
"Sorrysorrysorry!"
the dragon rapidly aplogizes, stumbling back and knocking over a table. He helps and darts off to a corner, knocking over five more kids in the process, before he curls up and shivers, all sorts of not OK with what's going on. The symbol on his back glows rather brightly, a stark contrast to his cowering behavior.

1d100 ⇒ 99
1d2 ⇒ 1

Zix casts a resist energy spel on the both of them before simply waiting and watching to see what happened with the spell.

the shield explodes in a mass of pure magical force, and marcell is sent to the infirmary on the spot.

Zix seems concerned with this development ::that's unusual... You... You aren't maintaining the one spell but repeatedly casting several sequentially... The amount of energy you're simply releasing into the air is astounding... Let me rephrase the intent of the task at hand. You need to manipulate Initial burst of magic into place and hold it there. Do not continue to poor magic into the construct::

Marcell tilts his head, and tries to hold magic in the shield- it starts to glow brightly, as more energy poars in nonethless, getting brighter and brighter, starting to swell.

::yes well done:: he says before the ball bounces off the ground and aims itself at the back of the small child's head as per sustained thrust telekinesis

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Marcell doesn't even seem to notice the ball, and yet, another shield springs up to block it, with the other sill floating there. Marcell looks to the new shield.

::well done yes, just like that, and hold it like that:: he says his mental voice sounding oddly pleased.

He then holds out one of his many hands allowing a rubber ball to fly into it, before he tosses it underhandedly at your shield no magic is involved in the throw

the ball bounces off, and Marcell smiles.

Zix frowns :: you are relying too much on raw power and not enough on the structure of the spell, it needs to be rigid, remember this is pure magical force, you don't have to worry about the crumpling cushion metallic armor requires, utilize the full strength of the magic you place into the spell. That said this is rather impressive for a first go at the spell. Most people have an easier time with evocations of in some cases illusions, as the key to lower level evocations is the visualization of the effect, and most people have a rather easy time picturing a wave of fire coming from their hands:: his mental voice is tinged with amused derision. ::visualizing a ward and the interlocking structure within it and then maintaining that visual for a neigh invisible shield is hard for most neophytes. That being said, your shield is distorting too much, a sign that parts of it are fighting other parts and he resonance can be spotted with the naked eye. Now then for practice I want you to try to correct that visual and hold the spell for as long as possible.:: he says and opens a drawr on his desk with three counterclockwise twists on the nob and pulls out a pocket watch to hand it to him.

Marcell takes the pocketwatch, and tries the spell again, visualizing an interlocking network of magic... And ends up putting even more magic into the spell, causing it to crystallize into a somewhat clear crystal shield, floating in the air. Marcell is just poaring magic into the shield as he starts the timer, flooding as much magic into this simple, trivial spell as most mage's would do for spells like finger of death or disintigrate yet he doesn't look even remotely phased, as he simply keeps holding the spell.

He raises an eyebrow ridge before the bookshelf adjacent to the one you were in unlocks itself ::bottom shelf, pearl finish:: Shield spell

Marcell eagerly fetches the book.

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Zix wrote:

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Zix wrote:

:: not bad for a first attempt. How do you feel?::

"Uhm... The same as before?"

::no fatigue, head ache, dizziness or burning sensation?:: he nods and thinks :: have you noticed any changes in your rune?::

"... No, it's the same as it always is."

you hear a contemplative mental tone in your mind ::that is somewhat surprising. Good, but surprising. The symptoms listed off are common symptoms of channeling energies in excess of what your body is used to or depleting your internal reserves, depending on the way in which you access the energy used to fuel your spell casting, internally, externally or some combination of both:: he pauses to see that you understand before continuing :: the fact that you do not yet expirence these symptoms or otherwise feel off indicates that you should be able to practice for longer before you pause for rest. Which is good, because you are definitely in need of more practice::

Marcell rubs the back if his head.

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Zix wrote:

:: not bad for a first attempt. How do you feel?::

"Uhm... The same as before?"

::no fatigue, head ache, dizziness or burning sensation?:: he nods and thinks :: have you noticed any changes in your rune?::

"... No, it's the same as it always is."

:: not bad for a first attempt. How do you feel?::

"Uhm... The same as before?"

::interesting, very interesting...: he conjure up 1d4+1 small birds before writing a string of words in the air in an illusion before firing a bolt of magic at one of the birds turning it into harmless raw magic once again :: try to read this phrase while looking at the bird::

he cast a summon monster spell and a magic missile, the words written with an illusion spell are the verbal component for magic missile

Marcelo tries to look at both the bird and the text at the same time, akwardly moving about to line up a bird with the text, before he starts to read off the text, gets halfway through, and chokes, sending off a small arcane ball from his pointer finger, that floats limply to the floor like a bubble, before fading.

::perhaps that is the mistake you are makin-.. Wait.. Are you aware that you are speaking when you cast those spells?::

"Of course! I was reading it out loud. Uhm. I think."

Marcell shifts akwardly in place.
"I put power into my spells? I just... Said something. If I'm doing anything speical, I'm not really aware of it. There was no visualization or goal, just... I read the page. So I'm just... Reading it wrong?"
Marcell, naturally, repeats the strange set of sounds somewhat louder, and numerous tiny marbles appear.
"Uh, sorry."
Marcell starts picking up the skattered mess of feathers and marbles.

Once the fire is put out the two constructs return to floating around the room in apparently random directions

At your proclamation six raises one eyebrow ridge and responds ::that is unexpected, we should perhaps stick to cantrips for now then, the book on prestidigitation is the purple one, two to the left of the one you just burned. And here, take this:: he says before pulling open a drawr containing about a dozen sets of monocls, glasses, gemstones and goggles and pulls one out your preference and projects to you :: here put this on your eyes as you begin to read, it should at least let you see what you're doing these are lenses of detect magic
:: the version of the broader spell known as prestidigitation that I wish you to cast is known as Mork's lesser celebratory fireworks, if you feel you need a target, please shoot at this:: he says, creating an illusionary red bull's eye :: try to do what you did for the last spell but when it leaves your body you need to try to continue to feel it, and then detonate it some distance from your body::

Marcell nods, and puts on the goggles, before taking a look at the next book. He flicks through the pages, and mumbles some incoherent phrase, and numerous things in the room change color, feathers fly all over the place, and numerous sections of the wall change texture.

:: ... :: the book burns many bright and strange colors, some you don't think there are names for, and you can see faces and other images as the book glows, but in seconds the two floating orbs circle the book and shoot cooling magics at you and the book. When he smoke from the small fire clears you note that the once prestige book has been blackened and is coated in a light sheen of frost.

take 1d3 cold damage
:: it was my intention that you read the book not to choose it as the target of your magics. But no matter, before I again have students incapable of projecting their magics outside their body I will be able to rebind the book. Would you like the book on prestidigitation or are you ready to move beyond cantrips?::

"Didn't, actually know I was casting the spell..."

Zix considers this :: you are bipedal and of roughly appropriate height for a student here to be able to use the equipment properly. If you would like some remedial.. I mean intruductory courses there is a red book in the chest in the south west corner of the room room. Second from the top shelf on the left side, that details the magical theory behind proper technique to draw forth magical power from within yourself in the form of the 'spark' cantrip. There is a "how to" section in chapter four if that would help::

Marcell snickers softly.

Zix raises one eye ridge as he pauses his inscription in chalk ::I am Doing fair. And yourself?::

Marcell beams, rocking back and forth a little on his rather oversized feet.

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Marcell wanders up to the door to zix's classroom, holding a book in one hand and munching on a roll with the other.

the door is unlocked but closed. If one were to open the door they would find zix drawing arcane symbols on the chalkboard and floor, likely either a ward, a summoning circle or both. Nearby two small crystalline eyes float lazily circling the room. any who knock would be freely invited in

Marcell grabs the rest of his roll in his mouth and opens the door without a second thought.

Marcell wanders up to the door to zix's classroom, holding a book in one hand and munching on a roll with the other.

1d100 ⇒ 32
1d2 ⇒ 1

he casts the mentioned spell ::it should go without saying, but if you find anything on your own or with another's help relating to your current condition, or need help with another matter you may come to me and I will either help or point you to someone more equiped to do so.::

Marcell nods, then heads out the door, beginning to make her way to her next class, knowing she has to hurry, as gettign anywhere takes forever like this.

I'm getting roomed with dajalos, right?

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Zix wrote:

He pauses slightly as says ::I believe you, but in that case, I am going to assign the homework for you of practice what you can already do magically thus far whenever you are unoccupied and read..:: he turns away from him to a small bookshelf behind him and pulls out one of the smaller books ::this book:: he says turning back :: on the theory behind a few simple spells, chapter four is of particular note for you as it contains basic somatic component diagrams for spellcasters of non humanoid body shapes,::

the book contains only a few actual spells and those it has are all of third level or lower, bein a book mostly on magical theory

Marcell nods.

"Uhm..."
marcell looks up at the book, then attempts to mage hand it to her. At least she seems to be getting that down.
"Any idea what's causing this?"

::nothing firm, and it is best to not make guesses before more data arives, that being said I would like to find out if you are also curious, if you would allow me I will place a monitoring spell to notify me of new developments::

if you give him permission he casts status

Marcell nods, not quite sure what that is, but trusting her teacher had her best intentions in mind.

He pauses slightly as says ::I believe you, but in that case, I am going to assign the homework for you of practice what you can already do magically thus far whenever you are unoccupied and read..:: he turns away from him to a small bookshelf behind him and pulls out one of the smaller books ::this book:: he says turning back :: on the theory behind a few simple spells, chapter four is of particular note for you as it contains basic somatic component diagrams for spellcasters of non humanoid body shapes,::

the book contains only a few actual spells and those it has are all of third level or lower, bein a book mostly on magical theory

Marcell nods.

The two constructs wirr around the small dragon, one makes a clicking sound, after a moment, and the other makes a sound akin to a fast moving saw blade, each glows as they orbit him ::fascinating, I see signs of both protian and inevitable influence, something previously known from the tunes that covered you, what's more interesting is that it seems that your true form is indistinguishable from your curent body, and I detect no evidence of any transfiguration, though there is a significant pool of remarkably unaligned power... It's enough to wonder if you've been holding back in class...::

"I... No sir, I haven't been. The most magical thing I've managed since I've come here is floating a pencil."

::yes, but not urgently, the level of priority is akin to what one would call a hobby::

Marcell nods a bit, peeking up ever so sligtky.

He pauses and looks up from the construct he was working on :: better than most, my race are naturally able to see the ripples and disturbances in the weave caused by mortal magics, but my sight is not perfect, and divination is not my specialty, and so I have begun working on these, drones to help me out with a warding project that is advanced even by my standards:: he projects, a tone of mild excitement entering his voice

Marcell pulls inward a bit.

He nods ::ask away::

"W... Well, I.. Uh. How good are you at analyzing magic energy, sir?"

Marcell solwily walks in, and up to zix.
"H-hello, sir. I've... Got a few questions."

"S.. Sir, I can't acutslly reach the handle today."
she says, her voice even more soft the usual.

He pauses to look at the door, before turning back to his project, ::if you are trying to set some kind of juvenile prank on my door, be warned that the last two who tried that today had their prank explode on their face, and are curently serving detention::

zix is not well liked by the student body

"N-no."

Marcell knocks on the door. It's a barely audible sound, with how small she is.

Marcell decides she has somone she needs to see, and quietly hops down from a table she was on, and brushes up agasint the wall, trying to find zix.

Treisdan is restless and opens his eyes after only a few seconds of having covered them, searching out the source of the discomfort he is feeling. "I'm sorry I couldn't help more, he says as he gets up, coughing a bit...

perhaps I should bind someone...maybe get some answers... he thinks as he starts to head towards the cafeteria doors

"Don't worry about me!"

Treisdan just nods... Hoping that Marcell will drop it, and that he won't have to keep lying.

His hand leans the staff against the table as the other raises up to rub at his face and momentarily cover his eyes. Something is wrong... something is very wrong

"I... You..."

"Of course I have..." Treisdan lies, with a not-very reassuring smile... "The nurse just told me to take it easy for a while"

Treisdan's left hand creeps up his right arm, reassuring himself of his own words...

"If you insist. If there is a problem, you can tell me. I mean, I went to literal demon for help today. Don't think you can be much worse... Honestly, I'm staring to calm down about the People here. Maybe it's because I'm more like them myself now..."

Shakily, Treisdan keeps eating, his anemic appetite is sated after only a few bites of chicken, some bread and water.

He swallows and gives a false smile, "I am just a bit tired, I'm fine. he lies weakly, closing his eyes for a few moments as he leans back a little.

"You're at least sick. Your voice is messed up. Have you got that checked out?"

"Yes...No... Maybe..." his voice before was like melted caramel, smooth and sweet, now it sounds like he had a sore throat. "I just don't know..." he shakes his head, gazing around the cafeteria as he does so, forcing a sickly smile, "I am sure it is nothing..."

"Sorry Marcell, I have no idea about your symbol is..." He apologizes, distractedly...

"Hay, it's fine. I'm living. Don't beat yourself up over it. Anyway, you really don't seem fine..."

Treisdan looks to Marcell and the table where he is resting. He makes a motion to set down the tray, as if...

"Oh! Hay! Good to see you again."

Treisdan leans heavily on his staff as he walks into the cafeteria, he feels so... old... as he slowly shuffles towards the lines. This feeling in the pit of his stomach, like his insides were twisting up. Something felt wrong, but he just couldn't put his fingers on it.

His long white hair hang in a mess of tangles, and his robe is creased and wrinkled from where he had slept in it. Considering how sleek his hair was before and how perfect he had kept up his appearances, he looks ragged and his flesh is sallow.

He keeps looking around from sunken eye-sockets, hoping to see the source of his unease.

I had thought that I would feel better... I am better... I just don't feel it at all. He is gone, but I don't feel whole, It will pass, I'm sure I just don't... Treisdan nearly bumps into the buffet line as he wrestles with his unsettling thoughts. Mumbling an apology he picks out a few things and heads towards a table near the back of the room.

Though not many people were familiar with Treisdan before his schism, his change in demeanor is absolute, he lacks the utter confidence that he once used to emanate.

When he goes to set down his tray he is confronted by one of the haughty teenagers that make up a small but vocal portion of Avalon's student body, "Hey," he sneers, "That seat is taken." Treisdan glances at the other seats of the nearly empty table, but the student forestalls the reply "Those too." he chuckles, while the table's other inhabitants grin mischievously. Walking slowly, leaning heavily on the staff, Treisdan looks for another seat, not even saying a word.

It sucks to be so out of shape when it comes to posting, but it feels so good to be back

a pseudodrsgon is sitting on a table alone, listening to a nearby group. The table is otherwise empty.