diatu | Day 1

Day 1

Who: Lea and you. Yes, YOU!
When: The day all the new people arrive, prior to him meeting Xion
Where: Around the Academy
What: Lea is stuck in a new world and generally not a happy camper. Pick your scenario or make one up.
Warnings: Shouldn't be any?
Notes: Lea won't succeed in getting rid of his familiar, here or elsewhere, but have fun watching him try for a bit. X3

Un-familiar

Lea had accepted the box full of stuff that the academy staff had given him reasonably politely; he might not be happy about it, but for the moment at least, he wasn't in a position to refuse their hospitality. They'd given him his dorm assignment and some basic directions on how to get there, as well as a weird magical glass eye that Lea quickly stuck in his pocket after a moment of using it to look at himself; he'd probably find a use for it later, but right now it was super creepy. Not to mention disorienting.

When he picked up his box of stuff and turned to go, though, one of the staff members called out to him. "Wait a moment, Lea," he said. "You're forgetting your familiar."

"My what?", Lea said.

"Your familiar," the man repeated, indicating a rat in a cage that had been sitting on the table. "Your animal companion."

Lea looked at the rat for a moment, then turned his gaze back to the man. "I don't want a pet rat," he said.

"I'm afraid you don't get your choice of familiar," the man said, apparently preparing to launch into an explanation. "Familiars are matched to to their respective wizards through a secret and long standing magical-"

"No, you don't get it," Lea said, interrupting. "It's not that I want a different pet. Or familiar, or whatever you call them. It's that I don't want any pets. You can keep them."

The man looked slightly taken aback. "But it's already been bonded to you, and-"

"Well unbond it and give it to someone else," Lea said, interrupting again. "Maybe someone who actually wants to be here."

By now the small argument may be drawing a bit of attention from those passing by, but Lea didn't much care at the moment. First he gets kidnapped and told he's not only trapped, but will die horribly if he doesn't learn to use their world's magic, then they try to stick him wit a pet he didn't want on top of all the other crap that was going on? No thanks.

Dis-orientation

Lea wandered through the halls of the academy, looking for the Ka dormitory, where he'd apparently been assigned. Despite the basic directions he'd been given, he'd apparently gotten a bit lost, because so far as he knew, he definitely should have been there by now. Maybe he'd made a wrong turn at that last gargoyle or something? "Great," he said sarcastically to no one in particular, readjusting his grip on the box of stuff he'd been given as much as he could; he'd been walking around for awhile now, and it was starting to get heavy, especially with the addition of the rat in a cage on top of everything else. "Just great. Kidnapped, stuck, and now lost; exactly how I felt like spending my day..."

Wild card!

Choose your own scenario!

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"Not sign up for art class? Where's your beauty? Anyone who doesn't see the importance of art is GARBAGE. You know what we do with garbage?"

"It's just an expression," Lea said to Willard before turning his attention back to the girl, who seemed unable to be brief to save her life.

"And beyond the amount of magic that I have to learn to avoid blowing up, or whatever, what, exactly, am I supposed to learn here that would be at all useful to me once I get back home?", he said. "By all appearances, the magic here is too different to be compatible, and that goes double with regards to my powers. And sitting around in a classroom has never been my thing in any world. I'm not really in a position to refuse the room and board for now, but aside from that, I want as little to do with this school and this world as possible. Got it memorized?"

"No, but I have a feeling you're going to tell me," Lea said with a bit of an annoyed sigh, setting the box down at his feet. "Look, I haven't signed up for any classes yet; I haven't even found my dorm yet. That's what I was actually looking for when I stumbled onto your little... project, or whatever it is."

"By all appearances in, what? Your vast magical knowledge and five whole minutes of experience in this world?"

V was unimpressed.

"There is a vast difference between laziness and a lack of utility in skills that you have been offered the chance to learn. Your lack of willingness to exercise the discipline needed to learn is in no way a reflection of the usefulness of the arcane art. But then not everyone has the ability or intelligence to learn to tell the laws of physics to sit down and shut up. And you know what it is that I have memorized? Several levels worth of arcane spells scribed into my spellbook, ranging from simple cantrips up to greater spells like Power Words, single words that are so powerful that their utterance can utterly rend the fabric of existence and force it to do my bidding."

The temptation to show him one specific spell was high. V was trying for character development, but some days were harder than others....

"So a slacker zero then? LEt me do the math for you. Sign up for math, art, and gym. The rest is garbage." He tossed the chair leg aside to punch a fist into his palm. "CRUNCH. Add it to the heap."

"Uh-huh," Lea said, obviously unimpressed. Thanks for letting him know what classes to not sign up for there, dude. Not that he'd had any plans of taking math anyway.

"Tell me, does the teacher here know you're turning their classroom into a storeroom for broken furniture?", he asked.

"By the fact that my powers from my world don't work here," Lea said. "I've already tried, more than once, and they don't. And if powers from my world don't work here, chances are the reverse would be true too."

"Besides, like I said, I'm not a wizard and have no ambitions of being one," he said. "If you're good at using this kind of magic and like doing it, good for you. You oughta enjoy it here. But I'm not, and I don't, and I highly doubt that being forced to sit around in classrooms- or standing around with you here- being lectured about it is going to change that. I've got my own way of doing things, and it doesn't involve spells or rats."

"So if you're so eager to learn, maybe you should go study or something," he said, waving her off, "and let me worry about my own life."

"Well please excuse my dear aunt sally! Who do you think you're talking to?"

"A guy who's stacking up bits of broken furniture in an otherwise perfectly good classroom?", Lea said.

That sure is an argument. It sounds an awful lot like the argument Mizael just had a few minutes ago, in fact, and he can't help but pause to see if it'll go any better. He doubts it.

"They're not going to listen to reason."

For example, the result of his own argument took the form of a sleek gray cat, which has been doing its best to try to trip him as it wraps around his ankles and waves in-between his feet. it's honestly lucky he has no interest in harming something so small, or he already might have with the mood he's in.

"None of our powers from home work here, but I am so glad to know that I am speaking with someone who forms life choices and absolute opinions from a sample size of one." Can you taste the sarcasm? Can you? "Chances are is not proof of. And magic is MAGIC. If you haven't noticed, breaking the fundamental laws of how the worlds work is what magic is FOR. I did not decide I no longer am a great and accomplished wizard simply because upon my unfortuitous arrival here my spell slots stopped responding and that I no longer could float as I tranced. No! I have spent lo these past weeks studying and researching and am every single day unlocking secrets bringing me closer to my former master while still adding the the depth and breadth of my magical stores. Though they here call themselves wizards, they do in fact act like some odd hybrid of Wizard and Sorcerer and rather than rail against how unnatural it is to call oneself a wizard and yet not have to prepare spells every night, or scribe every last spell upon a spell book, I did not berate my fellow academics or complain that they fail to conform to my expectation of magic! NO! I embraced the potential to learn new skills that I could apply in my own plane upon my return! IF Sir Greenhilt could learn a new feat while dead I can very well learn a new prestige class while on a side plot!"

"I just simply cannot fathom how you can face the offer of such arcane gifts and snub them so soundly! What class are you that you find to be so superiour that you cannot even consider multiclassing for these obvious benefits? Please enlighten me! Is there some obscure rule that says that you lose class skills and abilities if you multiclass? Is this like how a Paladin loses all of their class abilities if they commit an evil act? What? What could possibly be so important about the status quo of your life that you will blatantly turn your back on the power offered here just so that you can escape the apparent tedium of academic learning?!"

Edited 2019-03-10 10:02 (UTC)

"You're out of your vector. I'm the art teacher." Smirk.

She let it finish the piece of bread it had, but decided not to give him any more. She didn't to make it too full.

"But animals make wonderful friends, if you give them a chance. And the familiars are meant to help us with what we're learning here." She gave gentle skritches behind the rat's ear. "Even if it's just having someone who'll listen to you when you need to talk."

Honestly Lea was paying more attention to the sarcasm than the words at that point. Seriously, did this girl ever shut up?

"Oh, I'm the one who's acting superior now?", he said. "I'm not the one basically standing there calling somebody an idiot because they don't want to study magic like I do. Look, I don't want any prestige classes, or multi-classes, or whatever the heck else you're talking about. And frankly? My reasons for doing anything are none of your business."

Which was quite true. It was also true that they were starting to draw a bit of a crowd, and no way was Lea gonna admit that by bringing him here, the local wizards had stripped him of the only three skills he really had going for him in front of everyone like that.

"Assuming I believe you, I wonder how long that'll last once the folks in charge here find out you're spending your time wrecking school property?", Lea said. Even if they could likely fix it by magic, most school he knew of tended to take a pretty dim view of the sort of destruction this guy was wreaking on the classroom furniture.

"Yes. You are. And it is rather irritating." Pot, meet Kettle. "And for the record not once did I use the word idiot. If you wish to see that in yourself, far be it from me to sway you from that chosen path. But fine, despite how frustratingly closed minded you seem to be, I will still, for the sake of your familiar, share with you a single spell I have learned that is very useful in arguments such as these." V pulled out a folded sheet of paper, thrust it into his hands then stalked off.

"That spell wouldn't happen to be...."

"Yes. Yes it would," V said, leaving. Smirking.

"They've already added me to the payroll, so go ahead and subtract yourself from this scene. You're cutting into my arts and crafts time."

"No you didn't," Lea said. "And I wish you had, because that would mean that I wouldn't have had to listen to you say fifty-million other words to add up to the same thing!"

Lea was briefly startled when she thrust the paper into his hand, which allowed her to turn to go without him able to get another word in. Having less than no interest in anything she had to offer at this point, he crumpled the paper into a ball, and was about to toss it at the back of her retreating head when the school staff member- likely sensing that an actual fight might well break out if Lea went through with it- stepped forward and rested a hand on Lea's shoulder.

"Alright, alright... that'll be quite enough of that," he said.

He then glanced over the small crowd of students who'd gathered to watch the commotion. "And I imagine that you all have classes to be getting to, don't you?" Taking the hint, they quickly dispersed and went on their way.

"Now then," the staff member said, "before we were interrupted, I believe we were discussing your familiar."

Lea sighed in frustration, but the target of his anger was now well out of sight. He stuffed the crumpled paper into his pocket, planning to throw it in the trash at the earliest possible opportunity.

"Nice to know the kind of standards they have for hiring around here," Lea said, still obviously unimpressed.

"Anyway, I'm leaving," he said, picking up his box again. "Enjoy your 'arts and crafts'." And with that he headed out planning to report to the first person in authority he saw about how their new art teacher was turning his classroom into a shambles.

"Soh Cah toa," he said with a shrug and got back to "work".

Once finished with its bread, the rat sniffed her hand briefly before turning to watch Lea.

"I prefer my friends to be able to talk back," he said. "Besides, what happens to the familiars when they eventually find a way to send us all home? I don't think we can take them with us."

"I think we were being perfectly reasonable," the school staff member said. "We were merely-"

"Yeah, yeah, I know," Lea interrupted. "Tradition and bonding and character building and all that good stuff."

Turning his attention to the blonde man, he said. "You know, you'd think that sooner or later they'd figure out that just asking us whether we wanted something or not before springing it on us would save a lot of time and effort, but apparently that's not a thing they're big on around here."

She frowned a bit, glancing at the rat in her hands.

"I'm...not really sure," she admitted softly. In truth, she hadn't thought about it before. And she couldn't really argue with the point either.

"You'd be right," Kamala said with a smile, as her familiar flew down to land on her shoulder. "I'm 'magical kidnappee Kamala Khan' - at your service," she joked. "Nice to meet a fellow Ka student, or some guy who's really good at breaking into dorms."

Mizael crosses his arms and scowls at the staff member first. "It's not reasonable to expect someone who's never owned a pet to suddenly be responsible for one."

Granted, there was probably someone out there who would argue that he did have a pet, but he had never thought of his dragon that way and she could take care of herself when she wasn't in her card.

But that argument hadn't worked on the staff he'd already tried to argue with or on the cat who has just decided to lay down on his foot, so he's not going to waste his breath arguing much more with this guy, and he turns back to the red-haired man instead.

"That does seem to be a trend, doesn't it? Unfortunately, the animals seems to be in on it too. It's probably going to follow you whether you want it to or not."

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