diatu | A little magic, and a lot of fabulousness

Who: Sylvando and you
When: His first few days at DIatu
Where: Various places
What: Settling in, learning the ropes, and making people smile
Warnings: Probably none

Scheduling Issues

Making up his schedule had actually been fairly easy. Sundering was required, and Fantastics a must, then Draconic Knowledge rounded out the morning. Two of his afternoon slots were taken up with the required Law and History of Wizardry, and Music- another must- filled out the afternoon. He was a bit disappointed to have to pass on Literature, really, but Music would be far more helpful, both for his Fantastics class and for entertaining the locals.

Of course, this left him with a bit of time on his hands before classes actually started. After handing in his chosen schedule to the school official who was finalizing them, he took a look around to see if anyone looked like the needed a hand with theirs. Or just a bit of cheering up.

Classing Up Classes

Fantastics was every bit as much fun as Sylvando had expected, and the fact that his flute had come with him to this strange new world had been quite a stroke of luck. The professor was quite an interesting character, for all his grumbling, an he was definitely looking forward to learning form him. In the meantime, he was already thinking of ways that certain of his spells and abilities from back home could be adapted for use in with this world's magical rules.

And Sundering was quite surprising. Not in terms of the content of the syllabus- that was roughly what he'd expected of such a class- but in terms of the one teaching it. Professor King was both a charming young lady and obviously passionate about her subject, both qualities that endeared her to her newest student. Perhaps he should bring her an apple next class, if that was a thing that was done here.

Draconic Knowledge was the real mystery, though. What sort of knowledge might they be learning regarding dragons? Was it simply draconic magic? Or more general knowledge, such as history, anatomy, or even their favorite pass-times? It seemed he was about to find out, as he walked into class and looked around for an empty seat.

A Little Song and Dance

Before trying out his routine in Anastra proper, Sylvando thought it might be best to have his fellow students be a test audience of sorts. And thus Sylvando found a likely little square on campus; plenty of foot traffic after classes, but not so crowded that he'd cause a disruption. He bent down to briefly stroke and speak to his new familiar, Magdalena, "Ready for your big debut, darling?", he said. The cat meowed and butted her head against his palm, which he took to mean yes.

Thus, with his feline friend in tow, Sylvando hopped up onto the lip of a fountain's basin while Magdalena made several more jumps to settle primly on top of the head of the statue of a wizard that made up the fountain's centerpiece. After laying down a box for tips- just because this was mostly a rehearsal didn't mean that he couldn't do a little busking-, he played a little tune on his flute to get the attention of passers by. And once he had it he showed no intention of letting it go, mixing in music, real magic- primarily from his own world but a bit from this one too-, stage magic, and juggling.

For the show's finale, Magdalena- who most spectators had likely forgotten about, if they'd noticed her at all- leaped from the statue's head, over the stream of water spouting from its wand, and through the ring created by the colorful balls Sylvando was juggling to land neatly on the ground between him and the crowd. Sylvando gave all of his juggling balls one final toss upward, higher than before, made a flourish with one hand and snapped his fingers; the balls burst into a shower of harmless pink magical sparkles that floated gently down on him, his cat and a few of the nearest spectators.

He then took a bow and even the cat seemed to do the same as the audience applauded. "Thank you, thank you all," Sylvando said. "Truly, it's the smiles on all of your faces that makes every performance so special!"

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(OOC: You know what to do. :3)
(OOC Note: No TDM threads are being counted as canon for Sylvando, just so everyone knows.)

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Well, look who it was. He wondered if Hendrick had realized who he was talking to, or if he was too focused on the paper he was squinting at? And even if Hendrick did recognize him as Sylvando, would he truly recognize him after all this time? He was willing to bet not, but only time would tell.

For now though, he couldn't leave the big fellow looking so lost. "Well, I haven't been here long, but I can certainly take a look-see if you like," he said. "Maybe we can figure it out together eh?"

He was still staring at the paper and squinting at the small notes a fellow classmate had written down for him in order to help him along. For whatever reason they were just about too small to read at this point.

But hearing the voice, the tall knight looked up from his paper. Norberto? He was here too along with the Luminary? Blue eyes blinked a few times with the surprise he couldn't quite hide, and looked away a moment and then back again before handing the paper over. Then he coughed into his brown leather glove.

"I cannot make out the tiny words on the page, they are too small for my eyes."

Sylvando, for his part, gave a mildly puzzled look at Hendrick's surprise. Was that look because he recognized him simply as someone from home? He knew that Hendrick had likely seen him with the Luminary on one or two occasions, and he was a well-known performer besides. Or was it something more?

For the moment at least, there was something else to be doing. He accepted the paper, taking a look at the line Hendrick had indicated. "Hmm... No wonder you're having a hard time reading this," he said. "Whoever wrote it seriously needs to work on their penmanship, on top of their handwriting being small. But I believe it says you need to be heading for room 204. Which would be on the second floor, right near the south staircase if I'm not mistaken."

He waited, wondering if Sylvando was going to be able to interpret the tiny text. It had frustrated him because he could always read things ever since Jasper taught him how. But it was a relief to his ears to hear that it wasn't old age creeping up on him unexpectedly and that the text was hard to read.

"Room two oh four South side." Hendrik repeated, looking at his companion. "Have you had a chance to see the Luminary as of yet?"

"I certainly have," Sylvando said. "I ran into him after giving a little performance after class yesterday; it was quite a wonderful surprise! He mentioned that you and Erik were both here, though I'm still keeping a lookout for that distinctive head of blue hair."

"It was good to hear that we're finally past that whole nasty 'Darkspawn' business. The last time I saw you before being magically swept away to another world, you were still chasing us." He was coming to realize that the people he met could not only be from different places, but also different times, which put a new wrinkle in things. But it also made things more interesting.

Hendrik nodded. "I am sure that they are safe." Wherever they were was another issue. But he had faith that Eleven would come find him if something horrible was amiss.

The next part though had him shake his head and he lowered it a little. "That seemed like so long ago and another lifetime." And seriously that's what it seemed like to him. But then he raised his gaze back to Sylvando. "The last time I saw you, we were dropping everyone off from Cetacea's back."

And he was pretty sure if this intel was correct, Norberto probably wouldn't know who that was.

"It does, doesn't it?", Sylvando said. Everything from before the fall felt almost like another life, despite it not being nearly as long ago for him as it had for Hendrick. So much had changed so suddenly, for them, and for all of Erdrea.

And the somewhat puzzled look he got at the last comment would confirm his suspicions. "Cetacea?"

The knight nodded. Sometimes he wondered if he was dreaming that he was back here after so many events had transpired back home. They'd vanquished the darkness, though there was still the ache every time he looked at Serena, knowing her twin sister had given her life to save them.

It still was all quite unfair in his eyes.

But then he looked over at his companion at the last question and blinked. "So you cannot recall who she is?"

When Sylvando was from, the ache was different, still the ache of not knowing, somewhat soothed by the presence of his friends here. But he'd likely find out about all that had happened soon enough.

For the moment, though, he simply shook his head. "I'm afraid not, darling," he said. "Though I'll admit, you've piqued my interest. We were getting off her back, you said? She must be a big one if all of us could fit on there in the first place."

The purple head shook. "Had I not been there, I would find all of it hard to believe." It had been quite the shock to his system, even to be in the presence of the Luminary when Cetacea had been 'fished' out of the clouds. And travelling to different places on her back had him secretly pinching himself at times to reassure his own mind that he hadn't been dreaming it up.

"But we defeated Mordegon, and that was the most important thing of all."

"There's quite a few things in our lives that could fall into that category, honey," he said. "Including being whisked away to another world to attend a magic school. But still, I can believe it."

And Mordegon defeated. He'd heard it from Eleven already, of course, but it was always good to hear it again. "Definitely. It hasn't happened for me yet, but I'll never get tired of hearing that we gave him what-for."

A little magic, and a lot of fabulousness

And this should be interesting, timeline wise, take 2. X3

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