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[CLOSED] If At First You Don't Succeed...
Who: Noa & Tyzias
What: Trying some barrier spells! Stop poking the dragon kids.
Where: Entrance of the Caverns
When: Mid November
Warnings: None
It is 10 AM sharp, near the entrance of the caverns beneath the academy. There is no intention to go inside, however.
Noa stands and frowns at the entrance in particular, having done so many times before. Even thinking of the collar Tyzias' cat now has can't improve his mood enough, which is a shame, because seeing it referred to as a 'noise wriggler' made his absolute day.
But now they're back here. Is there even much use in putting a barrier up, he wonders? That dragon has actually come Back outside now. Will it actually stay down there if left unbothered? If no one goes to poke them with a stick so to speak?
Noa sighs, and beside him on their carrier/palanquin, Adelai watches. At least the emperor himself is here, or something.
What: Trying some barrier spells! Stop poking the dragon kids.
Where: Entrance of the Caverns
When: Mid November
Warnings: None
It is 10 AM sharp, near the entrance of the caverns beneath the academy. There is no intention to go inside, however.
Noa stands and frowns at the entrance in particular, having done so many times before. Even thinking of the collar Tyzias' cat now has can't improve his mood enough, which is a shame, because seeing it referred to as a 'noise wriggler' made his absolute day.
But now they're back here. Is there even much use in putting a barrier up, he wonders? That dragon has actually come Back outside now. Will it actually stay down there if left unbothered? If no one goes to poke them with a stick so to speak?
Noa sighs, and beside him on their carrier/palanquin, Adelai watches. At least the emperor himself is here, or something.
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Strangely enough, Tyzias appears empty-handed when she first approaches. Then, gesturing as if she's swiping and selecting on a touch screen, objects start appearing in her hands that she sets gingerly on the ground: heavy tomes, surprisingly legible notes, chalk, reagents of all kinds... everything gathered here must've taken hours to research all on its own. She means business.
Stretching, Tyzias stretches, cracks her neck, and rolls her shoulders. "Aight. Let's get started. I've sorted the order of what we need to do from the top of that stack to the bottom.
"On your cue."
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"You've certainly adjusted to magic here quickly," he remarks, before moving for the first part of the stack. Taking a deep breath, he eventually nods.
"Right. Let's begin then."
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The fact that she was just accessing her inventory from her eyepatch Slate isn't something Noa needs to know, though.
The next few hours are a blur. The rituals range from simple to heinously complex, and Tyzias always insists on handling them two, or even three at a time. Write an equation in chalk here, sprinkle some holy water there, find X, chant in Osmarius, scribble magic circles everywhere... and yet Tyzias maintains perfect concentration and precision throughout.
Then, abruptly, she stops, brow beaded with sweat. "Alright." Deep breath. In, out. "This one's delicate. Any more magic while it's loading and it'll break." Tyzias leans against the wall and slides down, sitting down. "Fuck, that was a lot."
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Noa himself is rather excellent with the focus, and while he may have to take the time to study the instructions per part, raising his brows at Tyzias' technique of multitasking (That seems dangerous), he successfully covers his own failings with the Penguins- they might not speak, but they can move, and are incredibly dexterous despite lacking fingers.
Suffice to say, he comes out of it equally hot and in need of a shower. "Phew...You're telling me- I suspect the load is worse for you, given how many things at a time you were doing during parts..."
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In fact, she does look markedly better than just a few moments ago. Somebody with her (apparent) wimp physique has no right being able to recover so quickly. But alas, the latest ritual is a delicate thing, so she can't immediately dive back into her work.
...
...
...
"Fuck it. Wanna hear some tunes?" Tyzias produces a grey metal oval out of nowhere once more, a Cancer symbol inscribed onto it.
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Well regardless, the boy leans against a few rocks and idly taps his ocarina, before raising a brow.
"..." That oval... "...You were using technology not magic, weren't you- at the start, I mean."
Aha, he figured it...out???
damn magitekno subject
"You feeling like indie or rock today? Or anything else, really. This baby has basically everything in it." Literally. Tyzias makes a point of downloading as much music as she can from every world that she visits.
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Eh? "Indie?" He's familiar with the term but... Noa blinks, and otherwise tries to focus on what little he comprehends (and boy, he does not like Not comprehending any of this!). "...Isn't that still...'indie rock' or 'indie pop'..."
Terms that didn't quite work the same way in the 80s and 90s- That.
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As the sultry, melancholy guitars play, Tyzias leans against the wall and closes her eyes. Deep breaths. In, out. In, out. Her shoulders begin relaxing, and her fingers begin unconsciously strumming an invisible guitar along with the song as she mutters the chords under her breath.
seems a good tie off?
Somehow not what he expected. But he shrugs, and ultimately leans back to close his eyes.
Quiet jam session time then. Yeah.
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Anything to fill the time.
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...
"...I'm a fan of violin works... ...admittedly I've been curious to hear how an electric one would sound."
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"...I know this is hypocritical, even moreso than it would be otherwise since I asked you to help me in the first place, but it really isn't healthy—especially for a human kid your age—to spend hours fucking about in a cave using enough magic to burn out most adult sorcerers in this world. How the hell do you do it? I can because I was raised under the fear of instant death if I didn't immediately excel at my studies, but since I assume you didn't grow up in a cartoonishly evil totalitarian regime..." Tyzias lets her sentence trail off, looking Noa dead in the eye. "I would've given you a break if you asked for it, and you know that. Why didn't you?"
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The fact is, Tyzias isn't entirely wrong about the idea of another human experiencing that sort of life. Without even realizing it, perhaps, she's described the unfortunate state of things for years on end for his step-brother. But for himself...
He closes his eyes, and when he opens them they are glazed with sadness. "...Because it needs to be done," he eventually says, looking back to the cave with narrowed eyes. "I'm no stranger to studying for hours- admittedly, that's by choice," he snorts, a wry smile on his face. "It's certainly...a poor habit," Noa adds. Indeed, it's been harder than he'd like to remember that sleep is a thing he needs.
But...
"...But it seems as if people have done nothing but attempt to break into this place ever since it was discovered that there's a dragon inside. What we did is certainly tiring...but if it means we can keep things from worsening? ...I consider that well worth it," he says quietly.
sorry for minimalist tag about to head out
Tyzias narrows her eyes.
"But why do you, a kid who's... what. Twelve, thirteen in human years? Why do you think it's your responsibility to do it instead of asking, say, a professor to help? Or the, uh, older brother that you have here? Remember you mentioning him once..."
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"I've been offering help to the professors, actually- I think one of them was brought to tears with how many kept on trying to slip through anyway...and-"
Ah.
"Ah...Seto?" He blinks. "Seto is only...somewhat older, if that makes sense. Looks can be deceiving~" he adds with a smirk.
he's still 12 though