Be Careful What You Wish For: A Beach Adventure
Crowded Quarters
To the joy and delight of the Sundered students who feel joy and delight over going to the beach, the Sundered students get to go to the beach in celebration of their completed midterms! Professor Trammel has graciously paid their way on the local airship, which runs regular routes on summer days to the ocean some 45 minutes away, and so every student who so desires can pack up and head onto it to enjoy a fantastic day of fun and adventure!
Slight downside: the airship is small and packed, as it keeps its fees low by relying on volume to turn a profit. The crowded travel compartment is standing-room-only, and even those who are lucky enough to get seats won't find themselves with much shoulder room. Some people may even find themselves in the lap of a fellow student, which only the most cynical and bitter of minds would abuse as a way to ship-tease (right?). The trip isn't long, just hot and stuffy. You can make it, students!
Wave Your Hands If You're Shore
The beach at last! Though the hot sun beats down from above, a gentle breeze blows in from the ocean and the water itself is delightfully cool without being icy cold. Waves run about five to six feet in height, enough to be forceful without dominating like some giant curl suitable only for surfing. Though scores of people have set up tents, umbrellas, blankets, and towels across the sands, the Diatu contingent has plenty of space to conjure up tables and chairs, an awning and plenty of shade. Professor Trammel politely deploys Spells of Sunscreening, as well as directing students to the swimwear the school has obtained and the screened canvas changing areas where they can don them. Helpfully, he's obtained all manner of suits to fit any taste, so... choose wisely? Baskets of sandwiches and drinks kept magically chilled offer sustenance for the busy swimmers, and all manner of balls, nets, and beach toys to enjoy.
The Sand Castle Contest
Early in the afternoon, Professor Trammel announces that a sand castle contest is open to all participants! The rules are as follows:
- 1. Headmaster Birony is forbidden from competing. (At this, Headmaster Birony sulkily turns Makerion Keep back into stone and sends it back to the Magicademy Campus. Ka students will be finding sand in odd places for a while.)
- 2. Students may work in teams of no more than 2.
- 3. You will have an hour to work with any of the sand-castle tools available.
- 4. Judging will be on creativity, quality, and durability.
- 5. 'Bedmaster Hirony' is forbidden from competing. (Headmaster Birony rips her fake mustache off and throws it to the ground in frustration.)
You have a few minutes to form pairs and get ready. Who will win the competition?
Teachers' Day Off
Some of the Professors, too, have taken the day off! Students are treated to the sight of Professor Trammel digging a hole in the surf so his own knocked-together sand structure goes up against the waves, leaving him to improve its walls and channels each time to make for a better hope of surviving. Professor King is teaching anyone who will listen about a new game she calls Sunder-inlota, which involved lobbing a ball through portals to get it into the other team's goal. Headmaster Birony occupies herself doing a Sorcerer's Apprentice thing with the waves, making them smash and crash against each other with glee, while Professors Porfsin and Trent fail to put campus politics aside and both spend the day trying to attract an audience with their own personal performances. And Professor Kith just... swims and enjoys herself, like a normal human being, which is probably in violation of the Adequate Wackiness In Teaching Staff Proclamation, but no one seems inclined to call her on it.
Fire in the Sky
As darkness falls over the beach, swimming comes to an end as the gathered people move to get home, their day off done. The Magicademy, however, still has some tricks up its organizational sleeve. With fires conjured along the sands, the Professors take turns cooking -- simple fare like sausages and hamburger patties, that even the less adept among them (coughCamBironycough) can't screw up. And as the last vestiges of sunlight vanish behind the horizon and the beach and ocean are both swept in darkness, Professor Trammel pulls off his final flourish: a Discovery of beautiful lights exploding in the sky, a mixture between fireworks and aurora borealis that paints the night in glory.
All in all, not a bad day. |
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"Had a good day out on the docks."
Taking a moment to sit down, the king is careful not to be too close. But since he's been fishing practically all day and up until a few minutes ago into the night, he hasn't eaten and realized how hungry he was.
So he's trying to eat slowly but his eyes are lit up at all of the food on his plate. It's certainly not Ignis' cooking, but it'll work because Noctis loves to eat. Before he starts, he looked over at Kuja.
More fireworks went off and he looked back at them a moment before turning back to the other man. His head gestured towards the fishing pole as he speaks.
"You should try it sometime."
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If he had to kill something, he preferred to do it at a distance, with as little hands on contact as possible. Noctis, it seemed, had no such reservations. The Genome made a soft face at the pole and looked away, back to the sky, as another burst of color spread out in front of them.
"No, thank you. I have my time full enough of books and studies that would sooner be ruined by the insides of a fish than offer any benefit."
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"So you haven't tried it." That earned another laugh. "You could've just said no."
It was a really good thing that he hadn't been trying to eat at the time or he would've choked. And as he sat there eating making sure not to laugh too much, he realized it had been so long since he'd had a really good laugh.
That felt good.
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"I could have. I chose not to, but I'm not sure why it would be so humorous that I did." It wasn't offensive to him that Noctis found this all so funny, though he couldn't think of a reason why it would be. What was this man in his own world anyway, that he was deemed strong enough to fight for the gods and yet had such hobbies? Was it even a hobby?
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The king put his dark head down still half laughing to himself as he gazed into the fire. But there was a smile on his face which was a change of pace for him, at least since he'd been here. It would fade in a wee bit of time, but it was there.
Finally, he shook his head and held up a hand as he looked up at the other. "Just want you to know I'm not laughing at you."
Because he really wasn't. It was just Kuja's resemblance to Ignis words wise that got him.
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"You certainly aren't laughing with me." He watched the man, tail swaying slowly behind him. After a moment, with no response, he shifted a hand to his hip and his weight to the same leg. "Are you going to explain this enigmatic inside joke, or am I to be left wondering?"
He isn't angry, though if Noctis doesn't want to explain, he may be left just this side of annoyed.
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But as he looked up, and with the hand on the hip, Kuja reminded him of..well he wasn't going there with that thought. So Noctis shook his head, a small smile on his face as he looked down at the fire there. The other man would most certainly be horrified if he'd completed the thought.
"You remind me of my advisor from back home. You sounded just like him."
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"Strange that I should be seen in that same light, even by comparison." He had been an advisor of sorts once. None of those were memories that he could call himself fond of now, thought few from that time were. Kuja set the thought aside and looked to the plate in Noctis's hand, remembered his own need for refreshment of some kind. "The celebration seems to be winding down. I'm not looking forward to the ride back to campus."
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At that last comment though, Noctis stood and shook his head. "Guess I overstayed my welcome, sorry about that." So he looked and made sure he had all of his stuff as he dusted himself off. Then he checked to make sure he hadn't left a mess.
But then the king looked over at Kuja and debated something in his mind for a moment. No, he'd been more than enough of a pest.
He nodded to the other before leaving. "See you back there."
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When Noctis set about checking himself, Kuja turned his back again and looked up at the night sky out over the ocean horizon. When the rest of the crowd began to drift away from the shore, gradually, he sighed and turned to leave with the rank and file. Back to the horror and wonder of it.