Electric Boogaloo

[tiredcharmer]

Who: Tyzias and YOU!
Where: All around Anastara and Diatu
When: Late October
What: Tyzias arrives at Diatu and is thoroughly unimpressed.
Warnings: Curmudgeonliness abounds, lots of swearing.



attention, attention everyone
Anastara, being built around a Magicademy full of mischievous and/or incompetent students, is no stranger to ridiculous happenings. Especially in recent months with the arrival of the Sundered. As such, residents have a high tolerance for magical shenanigans and associated weirdness. But it is extremely difficult to simply ignore a round boulder being pulled at high speeds down the street by a pair of extremely large trolls.

Said trolls have at least a passing knowledge of traffic laws, so thankfully nobody is hurt. But an entrance like that draws attention—which is exactly what Tyzias doesn't want. When her chaffeurs crack the rock open at the academy, Tyzias tumbles out of her luxury transportation (really, it's quite posh inside, the Troll Lord of Okanes isn't a barbarian) and lands flat on her back before the gates of Diatu, staring at the sky.

After a twenty-three second sustained groan, Tyzias grumbles, "Sweet fucking Sufferer, Grumbrig, I know you wanted to give me the 'royal treatment' but that's a little overboard." She laboriously tries to pull herself to her feet. And fails. "Fuuuuuuuck dust got all in my shirt fuck fuck fuck HEY YOU CAN YOU HELP ME UP HERE"

see through bloodshot eyes
Now that she's finally someplace that might be able to get her on track to find some answers, there's no way in... whatever this world's punitive afterlife is that Tyzias is going to waste it on something as trivial as sleep. So it is that it's three AM in the morning and she's still poring through dozens of books by flashlight in the common room, mumbling to herself in a haze as she flips through page after page. Her choice of reading material is eclectic: basic textbooks for beginning mages, advanced theses on Intimation, a few tomes about Sundering, swathes of world history, Osmarius grammar, prayer books, and more. Tyzias is practically buried in a blanket of notes.

Then she sweeps her arm across the table to diagram a High Osmarius phrase, accidentally hits a stack of books, and it all comes tumbling down, tumbling down, tumbling down. While she doesn't go down with the ship, all of Tyzias's study material crash to the floor. The thud that echoes through the hallways is deafening.

Tyzias muffles her scream by planting her face on the table, then sighs, hauls herself to her feet after much effort, and begins slowly putting everything back in order as she braces herself for the inevitable mob of furious students who were just aroused by the chaos. Hopefully whoever finds her first isn't too angry...

wwwwhen you held the knife
Tyzias looks at the supply list in her hand, then at the rack of wands, then at the list again, then she groans. "You know what would've been fantastic? If Teach actually told me what I needed for class. Outlined a clear, concise list of Factors that I need to make the magic shit happen. But no. 'Discovery foci.' What am I supposed to get? Bat guano? I mean, okay, I know that all I need is a book and a wand, I'm not that dumb, but what wand? The one that magically calls out to me or some shit?" Tyzias throws up her hands in frustration.

"You. You have any idea how I'm supposed to pick one of these things? I know this place's reputation, there's no way I'm just gonna snag one off of the shelf there and call it a day."

Comments

[tiredcharmer]

"Fancy. And you have kitchen knives on hand to cut it too," Tyzias drawls, smirking. "But can you do butter?" Tyzias takes one of the wands she grabbed—where did she put those again?—mumbles something, and a fist-sized globe of white light appears at the tip. "Not that I have any room to criticize, tbh. This is the only thing I've really figured out how to do."

Affecting a deep, rolling timbre, Tyzias proclaims, "Behold, my mastery of the ancient arcane art of summoning a fucking flashlight. Tremble before its glory."

[mithrarin]

"Better faster than I could do for a bit." Dust hadn't exactly come into this whole thing with the best attitude, after all. It had taken a little effort for him to figure out how magic and he could get along. "So you'll probably do butter faster too."

[tiredcharmer]

Tyzias just stands there for a moment, processing Dust's words. Then she lets out a seven second-long groan. "You know, you could get culled on my planet for making a joke like that."

Unlike Dust, Tyzias has learned to roll with the punches. Even when the punches knock you straight into next week. Occasionally literally. Or into another world. Shit, she's getting into the weeds here. Her point is that it's better to just learn about whatever nonsense keeps the world running than complain about it. Or at least complain while you're getting work done.

[mithrarin]

Dust's smile held a flicker of wickedness as the joke hit home, even as he whirled Ahrah into a backhand grip, then slid the blade back home at his waist. These days he finally didn't feel uncomfortable naked and alone without a blade in his hand. Not entirely sure he liked the change, but it was necessary. "In any case, yeah, just grab something. They say you can use almost anything, so use something you think is most magic-y."

[tiredcharmer]

"Mmmm. No offense, but I'd really rather make an informed choice rather than leave my fate in the hands whatever fortune deity is native to this world. I've had way too many 8ad 8r8ks lately to rely on luck." Tyzias tests out every wand that she took (Where is she putting those things? Definitely not in her pocket, but she doesn't have anywhere else to store them...), first feeling their weight, casting her light spell, and making a surprisingly fast and precise wrist snap to send the globe of light careening through the store and impacting harmlessly against a target.

[mithrarin]

Dust watched the bolt flicker past, one hand twitching with memory and instinct. (As a person who was capable of fitting a sheep in his inventory quite effortlessly, he didn't even think to question the whole location-of-the-wands thing.)

"Looks like you got the hang of it with that one. It felt all right?"

[tiredcharmer]

Tyzias stares at the one in her hand. It's a utilitarian, almost ugly thing: crafted of iron, with a rough leather strip wrapped around the base for an easy grip and a cherry-colored crystal at the top. Lines of red stone run through it in patterns that look almost like veins. Apparently, it's hilarious, since Tyzias snort-laughs her ass off at it for several moments.

"Yeah. Yeah, I think this'll work." She shambles over to the register, pulling a massive sack of gold from absolutely nowhere and terrifying the poor clerk, already shaken at her demonic appearance, even further. Tyzias yawns, rolling her shoulders as they ring it up.

"Right, Dust. You have a copy of, uh..." She stares blankly into the distance, eyes flicking back and forth, "Principles of High Osmarian Grammar, Collected Volumes 1-12? Hard to get my hands on because of, you know, people are just a bit leery of anything associated with Sundering, even though it's literally just a language. Need it for some research."

[mithrarin]

"Sure." Tyzias hadn't been through any runs of research yet. Hadn't seen figures from the past appear as phantoms, for just one example. So yeah, she'll probably get the whole trouble with Sundering in a little bit. "You can borrow it if you need to. What House did you end up in anyway?"

[tiredcharmer]

Tyzias groans. "Ugh. Eiather. Fucking... look, I know that literally nobody really believes that Intimation prayers are actually being heard by the gods or whatever anymore, but it still really ticks me off. I'm trying to find ways around it." In Tyzias's experience, the only gods who ask for supplication are complete jackasses, and she's not interested in inflating the ego of anybody who might be listening as unlikely as it is.

[mithrarin]

Aww. Dust had quietly been hoping she'd have ended up Purifeul with him. But the odds of that were always low.

"Trade you. I'm terrible at math."

[tiredcharmer]

"Would if I could, buddy. Would if I could." She pauses. "Then again, I'm a lot better at figuring out legal problems and loopholes in obscure clauses than doing the numbers thing."

[mithrarin]

Dust thought for a moment, expression unreadable in large part due to the hat covering his eyes.

"Then.. why not phrase all your Intimation spells as legal sort of things? A contract between you and the gods. Would that be better?"

[tiredcharmer]

"...holy shit." Tyzias facepalms as she stores her wand in whatever mysterious pocket dimension she keeps her gear. "Why didn't I think about that? I'm such an idiot sometimes, ugh." Because she was too focused on giving the middle finger to the heavens, of course, but still.

[mithrarin]

"Because they never told you it was an option and you've got enough on your mind?" Honestly, don't kick yourself, Tyzias. Dust couldn't even manage to phrase things that way if he tried -- one reason Intimation is one of his weakest Curricula.

[tiredcharmer]

"Fair." Unfortunately for Tyzias, she's used to a much faster learning curve when learning magical abilities. Sorry, pal. No more asterisk shortcuts for you. Time to learn the hard way.

...although Tyzias has to admit that she almost relishes the academic challenge presented to her. "Hey, you think you could show me a few more of those sword techs in the training yard or something? I could use a few pointers on wand technique, I don't think my movements are precise enough. These hands are made for note-taking, not for casting." Not strictly true, but Tyzias does need more examples of what swordcasting actually looks like.

[mithrarin]

Please. After she'd just flicked out that light spell easy as could be, Dust was supposed to buy that?

But he nodded. "I had a huge problem with that when I started. When I'm writing the runes and making the gestures on the small scale, it's fine, but on a larger one I really wasn't being precise enough. I can show you that."

cut to training yard?

[tiredcharmer]

Tyzias almost bows out of sarcasm, pauses, reconsiders, then just nods. "Lead the way then, o Great Master," she says, gesturing out the door. She knows that Dust knows that her whole helpless incompetent act is complete bullshit, and isn't that enough for two aliens to be totally normal buds? As long as he doesn't pry, Tyzias is chill.

[mithrarin]

Dust usually did his training out in the open, on the grounds a safe distance away from any ordinary traffic. Why? Because he felt more comfortable outdoors, that's the long and the short of it. The labs in the cavern would work just fine, but... he preferred it up here.

"By the way, I should introduce you..." Before one of them introduced themselves. Dust drew his two swords, then lifted the one that glowed with blue runes. "This is Ahrah. And Furae." That was, of course, the one with red runes.

[tiredcharmer]

Even after a year of romping about in the wilderness slaying monsters, Tyzias isn't exactly an outdoorsy person. She much prefers staying inside, cozying up with a good pile of books, studying until time becomes a blur and she can taste sound... but yeah. Tyzias has to admit, it's pretty nice here.

Dust's swords are quite fancy, even by Vaikunthan standards. Nice and symmetrical too; they look like part of a proper gear set. Not like Caledfwlch and Dragon's Spine. Saying hello is a little weird, but everybody has their idiosyncracies and Tyzias is definitely in no place to criticize.

She offers the swords a mock salute. "Yo."

[mithrarin]

"Yo!" The runes on the red sword, Furae, flickered in time with the rough-sounding but clearly female voice.

"Greetings, Tyzias," said the other sword with the same flickering, though Ahrah's voice was far more calm and measured.

[tiredcharmer]

Tyzias doesn't bat an eye when Dust's swords start talking to her. Worldhopping life is weird enough already, so why the hell not? "Nice to meet both of you," she says with no hint of sarcasm at all.

All weapons need to be shown respect, in her opinion. Tyzias isn't a superstitious troll by nature, of course. It's just common sense to treat the tools that save her life on a regular basis with a little more decorum than how she conducts herself normally. And if they start talking, well... all the more reason to give them the respect they deserve.

[mithrarin]

That was a very pleasant change of affairs. Dust had been prepared to answer the questions he always got about the two, his literal lifelong companion and his familiar. Not getting them threw him off his pace for a moment, but not in a way he minded.

"So... you wanted to see the big movements, huh?"

[tiredcharmer]

Tyzias sits down on the grass, and the thud the impact makes is akin to a boulder being driven into the ground. She doesn't acknowledge that this happens at all, though, and gestures for Dust to start. "Yep. Show me how it's done, Sensei." And there's the sarcasm again.

[mithrarin]

He just might.

Dust took several steps back, then turned to face perpendicular to her as he dropped into a combat crouch: right hand and Ahrah held back, left arm and Furae crossing in front of him.

A slight rock onto the balls of his feet, and Dust blurred into motion. His style made great sweeps out of strokes of his blade, with twists and swift changes of direction that bode no good for anyone in range. Tyzias could see the tips of the blade cutting through a sigil for fire.

With the last line drawn, he flipped backwards and kicked one foot out to hit the center of the rune. A roar of flame erupted from thin air, gushing forth before dissipating just as quickly.

[tiredcharmer]

Tyzias studies Dust intently, noting every flick of the wrist, every millimeter of movement, the precise angle of his swordstrokes, every detail of his stance... it's like she's dissecting Dust on a table. It's an unnerving feeling.

This is Tyzias's specialty: mentally tearing apart every flaw in her opponent's technique, then striking in the brief moments that they're unguarded. Or, failing that, prying open an opportunity herself.

The most important observation she makes is the movements needed for the fire spell, though. After a moment of consideration, Tyzias tests the weight of her wand and replicates Dust's magic circle, wielding the wand like a blade.

A burst of fire erupts from the circle and into the air. It's not as powerful as Dust's, of course, but there's more force there than somebody who's completely inexperienced in the ways of magic should be capable of. Tyzias exhales and locks eyes with Dust. "Aight. I think I get it. Could you show me a different spell?"