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."

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A...TTENTION...

[noasark]

Noa, not that he'd likely have been much help, is not actually present at the precise moment that Tyzias is arriving. Instead, there appear to be about three penguins who were running errands. An emperor penguin and two king penguins, actually.

Nice.

All three gape, extremely unhelpfully.

"AAAAAAAAAAAaaaAAAUUUH!" Thanks fellows.

Well. Maybe actually thanks, since the middle one is waddling over and offering a flipper.

[tiredcharmer]

Tyzias graciously takes the flipper, and although she's far heavier than anybody her size should be (what is she made out of, stone?), Tyzias pulls herself to her feet with the help of the penguin. "Thanks," she mumbles, stares into the distance, reaches into a pocket of nowhere, and kneels down to hand the penguin a cookie. She has to admire the bird's gumption. That non-aviating avian is going places.

i swear the boye will appear....soon...

[noasark]

"AaaAAAAauuuh." It's no trouble at all- though they do shake a flipper along with their head, at the face of the cookie. No, no, please- they don't take tips at work, even if it's not part of work.

Beyond that, as the other two penguins approach, they give small small honks and look toward the academy. A new arrival are you? Just come in? Where to??

i find it Highly Amusing that tyzias is far less of a jackass to animals

[tiredcharmer]

"If you insist." Tyzias scarfs the cookie down like a complete slob. Crumbs go everywhere. It's a travesty. She really needs to take an etiquette class, apparently.

Tyzias surveys the penguins, hands on her hips. So these are the magicademy's... valets? Eh, sure. She can vibe with this. "Well, since you three seem to know your way around here," she bows, gesturing towards the gate, "why don't yiou lead the way to where I can get settled in?"

Eyyyy

[noasark]

The penguins seem not to mind. Ultimately they instead glance at each other and slowly give a headshake no. At least they understand language. But! Despite shaking their head, they do start waddling toward the gates. Alright troll, they were heading there anyway, so follow them!

[tiredcharmer]

"Hope y'all don't mind if I follow," you say, trailing behind the penguins. Eh, what the hell. It's not like you have anything else to follow anyways. Might as well just trust in zany magic logic that these l'il flightless avians will lead the way.

[noasark]

Knock yourself out Tyz. Ultimately the penguins are heading toward the Library, or just outside it. Noa's a bit busy for the most part, but eventually a gaggle of birds are going to catch his eye.

"Ah- you're all back. Excellent," he starts, before noticing who's following. "...Mnh?"

[tiredcharmer]

"Yo." Tyzias offers Noa a two-fingered salute, voice thick with exhaustion. But when isn't it? "These are your, uh, familiars, I'm guessing." From out of literally nowhere, Tyzias grabs a suitcase. "New student. Sundered, if that wasn't immediately obvious. Name's Tyzias."

Tyzias feels a little uncomfortable with asking a kid for help unsolicited, but Birony is clearly having one of her kookier days and neglected to actually send Tyzias a guide. Rubbing the back of her neck, Tyzias says, "Could you give me a hand and show me the way to the way to the office of admissions so I can get my shhhhhhhhtuff in order? All the maps are covered in Halloween decorations and, uh. I think everybody is a little offput by my general. Thing." She gestures at her horns, yellow eyes, and grey skin. In Tyzias's experience, kids will either be the first to run from her or be one of the few curious or unafraid enough to stay. And Noa seems chill so far, so...

[noasark]

"Mnnh." Noa blinks, and looks to the penguins. "Something like that. They're my familiar's subjects, more accurately..." Thanks Adelai.

As it is. "Noa Kaiba," he introduces, standing up and shouldering his bag after putting whatever was out of it into it. "I could point you in the right direction...I'm surprised they're put off though," he snorts. "We have talking ducks, and dragons, but someone with horns near Halloween does it?" Another scoff, and with a shrug he moves to lead Tyzias off. "This way."

[tiredcharmer]

"Thanks. Nice to meet you, Noa." Tyzias walks after Noa, overtakes him by several feet due to her freakishly long legs, pauses, sighs, and gets into extraordinarily awkward lockstep with her young guide. Her legs for made her striding, not awkwardly shuffling beside an apparent preteen. (The fact that her usual gait looks so lazy and uneven while it covers an astounding amount of ground is one of her many dichotomies.)

"Eh, I think it might be the fact that I look like an actual demon," Tyzias deadpans, sighing. "You know, it actually kinda..." She lets the thought trail off. Probably not the best idea to lay a bunch of heavy shit on a kid. Tyzias's experience on Alternia has made her rather protective of kids whose worlds let them actually act like. She'd rather not go into the rabbit hole of how terrible her homeworld is with one, thankyouverymuch.

[noasark]

"Mnh...likewise." It feels a bit more like habit, saying 'nice to meet you' and the like, but at least there's no implication of insult or boredom associated.

Though he does raise a brow again. "Hmph! ....Not really," he bluntly replies regarding the demon matter. "You just look tired," he snorts, a small smirk accompanying. "But more importantly, the horns you have aren't even as threatening as Spyro's are..."

Tyzias might be surprised at how much the kid can actually handle. Or...maybe not?

There's a lot packaged up there.

[tiredcharmer]

Tyzias's grins widely at Noa's tired jibe. My, Tyzias, what sharp teeth you have! "Heh. At least someone gets it. Even if I did eat people, I'm just too perpetually dogged out to actually get the energy to do it." She taps her chin in mock contemplation. "Although I suppose human flesh is a good source of calories..."

"Nah, too much hassle." Tyzias chortles. Her laugh is low, gravelly, filled with snorts and hiccups. "I can't blame people for being confused, tbh. I'm a troll, but trolls are just a wee bit different around here than what we've got back home. Who's this Spyro, if you don't mind me asking?"

[noasark]

"I'm pretty sure if there was an actual risk there would be...precautions applied by the staff by now," he hums, though he does frown a little while he says that. To be fair after all, he's been spending time trying to fix a barrier and stop people from poking a ghost dragon so Maybe Not, Actually.

As it is. He snorts. "Hn! I can hardly be fooled with that joke... you might as well slaughter a pig instead," the boy scoffs. Anyway. "Mnn...Dragon," he remarks casually. "About up to my...elbow? A bit more?"

Spyro is.........................Short.

[tiredcharmer]

Tyzias reflexively tenses up when Noa mentions Spyro's species, but her shoulders relax once she applies some logic to the situation. And when Noa mentions that Spyro is a wee little fire lizard. "Huh. Can't imagine that he's been having a fun time lately. I heard some really fucked-up stuff about a ghost dragon hiding under Diatu when my... valets... decided to take a lunch break. Any of that true?"

[noasark]

The minute that stupid, horrible dragon comes up, he grimaces.

"...Yes." UGH. "Everyone keeps deciding it's a wonderful idea to go poke a ghost underneath the school, when we already can't get RID of the thing..! I've been trying to help get a barrier up with one of the teachers, and no one wants to listen..!

"And now it's just coming out on its own anyway!" THIS IS THE WORST!

[tiredcharmer]

Tyzias snorts, shaking her head. She can understand the urge to learn and understand, but there's a hard limit to pursuing that instinct until it stops being remotely defensible by common sense and starts being stupid in of itself, egotistical, or both. "Yeah, I have to agree with you there, friend. You don't ffffffffmess with shhhtuff like that unless you have a way to put it down permanently. That's just common gosh dang sense."

she's trying okay,

[noasark]

"Well I'm glad someone does," he sighs, rubbing his head. Ultimately though...well.

"...The problem of course now, is actually...fixing it. So far even the folk here have no idea how to actually banish them..."

[tiredcharmer]

"I've heard Diatu is pretty haunted. I doubt that the friendlier ghosts here want information on how to banish 'em disseminated into the student body. Can't really blame 'em, but I'd imagine that it makes the work of getting rid of the dragon in the basement a mite frustrating." Tyzias had done plenty of research on Diatu before she arrived. An institution with unprecedented power and influence over the world who magnanimously took in all the outworlders rang several bells, and considering some of the stuff that went on behind the scenes at the Curti Center... judging by past experience, Tyzias isn't so certain Birony's motives for quartering the Sundered at Diatu are entirely charitable.

[noasark]

"Mmmm, quite- there's an entire dorm that's filled with spirits. But it isn't the staff that have caused any issue in exorcism...nor even the ghost, if I'm honest," he mutters with a sigh.

"...We asked the one living dragon in this place, native to this place, and even they had no ideas. It's...not a good sign."

[tiredcharmer]

"Hm. I mean, if all else fails, you can suit somebody up with ghost slaying gear and go to town on the dragon. Nothing could go wrong there." Tyzias is legitimately considering that option. "I kid, that's 100% going to get someone killed." At least it would probably count as a Stupid death instead of a Heroic or Just one. "Anything else I should know about this place before settling in? I read the pamphlet, but they never include all the fine print that they should."

[noasark]

"Somehow I feel as if that option would have been used if it could have worked..." Ahhhh, alas.

In any case, he ponders that before deciding on one thing- "Very often, one way or another, something will go on when the researchers are involved regarding the 'Sundered'- rather, us. Also, the headmaster is....interesting. She means well, and manages things...relatively well, but ultimately, chaos does tend to happen around her."

[tiredcharmer]

"Yeah, Birony is." Tyzias hisses through her teeth. She doesn't even know what Birony is. Or how she knew about not only the quadrant system, but the metatextual confusion about it. That was a can of worms that Tyzias is all too willing to leave unopened. "Uh. She's something, alright. As for things getting wonky with the research, I can't say I'm surprised. Considering that I woke up sweating seafoam on the way here, it only makes sense that shenanigans," she somehow makes sarcastic jazzhands, "ensue whenever people try to poke around with the raw swirling mass of magic that we host for some reason."

[noasark]

Is? Hahhhh. "That's a way to put it," he remarks dryly, unable to keep from smiling all the same.

Erm.

"You seem pretty familiar with the concept," he observes.

[tiredcharmer]

Tyzias waves away Noa's question, cool as a cucumber. After sweeps of hiding rebel activity from curious coworkers, there's no way that a simple question from Noa would crack her 'normal student' facade. "Eh. I was out in the Kingdoms for a long time before I got picked up by Grumbrig and sent here. Turns out not being able to do anything with your Sundered magic really screws you up inside? Literally. I have two livers now. Considering that's what happens when it's left alone, it isn't a stretch of the imagination that messing with it deliberately can make some wonky stuff happen."

[noasark]

"Mmm. Something about being torn asunder if it isn't brought under control," he begins, only to choke as Tyzias' second part hits.

"T-Two livers..!?"