diatu | 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!

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

Actually that was a classroom you just walked into, Lea. And there was a man, possibly taller than you - if one does not count the hair - in there, doing... something... to the desk chairs. He turned when he heard someone coming in, a metal chair leg in his hands.

"Art class is in + 6 hours, you zero. Minus yourself until then. you're subtracting from my arts and crafts time."

The man flexed his hands, drawing attention to the blackness that engulfed one of them ending in a flame like design around his lower arm.

Lea quirked an eyebrow, as much at the weird design on the man's hand as at what he was doing with the chairs. "Gonna be even longer for me, since I didn't sign up for art class," he said. Or any other classes other than those required by the dorm he'd been placed in really. "What's this supposed to be, some kind of expressionist thing about the evils of the furniture industry or something?"

"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?"

"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."

"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.

"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.

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

"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.

"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."

"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".

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