There totally isn't a dragon here [OPEN]

[holdyourhorns]

Who: Spyro, Sparx, and you!
Where: The Backwater or around the Diatu campus
When: August
What: Quest! Or general catch-all stuff
Warnings: Probably not

A - All that Glistens

Man, it was definitely a lot easier to fit in with the public as a human than a dragon. Not that Spyro was making any effort to mask his identity from those who already knew him by name. And while there were still plenty of places and stores in Anastara the form wouldn’t get him into, there wasn’t the worry of his kind’s reputation to constantly upkeep.

The Night Shift was great, just as incredibly accommodating for his tastes as he remembered despite the good ol’ rough and tumble atmosphere. But eventually, his wandering about in the city’s Third Ring brought him to The Backwater.

It's a natural place for anyone including Valhudor students to flock to test their performing chops apparently. The shapeshifted dragon would certainly keep that in mind as he poked his nose into a chat with one of the disgruntled staff waiting to start their shift.

”... More milk and eggs than we know what to do with! Any day now someone’s going to hand in an entire cow to cover their tab!”

“Or maybe a few sheep?” Spyro couldn’t help a grin at either the idea of a decent shank of mutton or sheep tossing, but regardless his dragonfly partner was just as quick to bump him on the noggin. “Hey!”

”Oh I hope they find that-” A very explicit insult. “-who caused this mess!” A different stranger cut in. ”All of my tips were in butter and goat cheese last night!”

Spyro put up a cl- hand to his chin in thought. The problem didn’t sound too hard to solve. Rogue wizards? Nothing his original dragon form couldn’t handle! “Huh… well maybe I’ll do it!”

The two coworkers peered down at him in disbelief, but then scoffed. One of them muttered a bit of insincere good luck to him at the task before they both left to reluctantly walk into the tavern for work, but that wasn’t going to budge Spyro’s confidence. The dragon-turned-human merely turned away from the entrance and shifted his gaze toward the insect hovering next to him.

“Well Sparx, I guess the first thing we gotta do is figure out how to find our wizard!”


B - Changing Room

But regardless of his noble quest being up on the task board, there’s still classes to take, notes to study, and magic to practice. In the mornings is a human walking out from Suite 132, while in the evenings it’s everyone’s favorite purple dragon.

Interesting.


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[perfectenn]

"I was thinking that if we identify the magic, it will be easier to find a solution."

But Tenn gave Spyro an intrigued look; he hadn't considered trying to break the spell themselves. It was out of his area of expertise, since he only knew a few basic techniques.

"But if you could break it, that would save time." Though, Tenn had to wonder about the consequences of such an action.

[holdyourhorns]

"What's the worst that could happen if I gave it a shot, raise the prices?" Spyro replied, certainly looking confident about his chances.

Sparx chose this moment to butt in, even if the sounds he buzzed at his ear were only intelligible to Spyro and sounded more like someone speaking through a kazoo for anyone else.

But the human waved the bug off without indirectly translating and turned his attention back to Tenn. "Basically, I don't see why we can't make Fantastics and Thaumaturgy go together."

[perfectenn]

Tenn gave a smirk; the livestock may be worth more as it is, actually. But he lowered his voice for the next observation. "No. I was thinking more along the lines of the business getting off without consequences. And it might bring the culprit back here if he finds his spell has been tampered with."

Tenn tilted his head at them; that little exchange went over his head. "How? I specialize in musical illusions, you know." Also Discovery and Sundering... the latter of which he was definitely not trying here.

[holdyourhorns]

Spyro listened intently, but the idea of consequences from helping here as much as he could that he couldn't handle... doesn't dampen his confidence.

"The grumpy old fart said the factors were all about the right gesture, the right word, and following the giant textbook of spells..." Spyro simply began with a nonchalant wave of his hand.

"But where there's a will, there's a way to use our magic off the books! I just need my guitar and want my claws back first."

[perfectenn]

Tenn blinked, mildly startled, shooting a glance to the cow he was petting and then around the tavern at those few patrons still trying to enjoy themselves. He leveled a questioning look at the boy. “You want to come in here in your normal form? And perform?”

The Night Shift and some other taverns had come around to the little dragon, but the Backwater was unknown and upscale in comparison… though halfway a barn by now. The ruckus that might be created by a dragon coming in could do more harm than good, and Tenn looked genuinely concerned at the thought.

[holdyourhorns]

The boy peered in the same direction, at the cow. And he can internally concede that smaller animals tended to flee from a child-sized dragon anyway...

"I guess I could make do like this," Spyro said if a bit begrudgingly. "But anything I composed for homework won't be the same without that extra... 'twang' if you know what I mean..."

He might need some help picking a composition worth an audience and his idea though.

[perfectenn]

That sounded more reasonable. But though Tenn was intrigued by the suggestion of combining Fantastics and Thaumaturgy, it was too far out of his expertise to agree right away. Not without hearing more and seeing the spells for himself.

"It sounds like we should return to the academy for now. You can tell me about your plan there, in detail."

[holdyourhorns]

That was assuming that the spell Spyro had in mind that wouldn't entirely be improvised. Nevertheless, the boy nodded in agreement. Who knows if he would still plan and then attempt such a far-reaching feat within a single evening, but they also have a spiteful wizard that remains on the loose.

And so once they eventually return to the academy, Spyro has no qualms about leading Tenn along to his fire-proofed suite, not counting the scattered papers on the desk. There's a large mirror in one corner and a pair of guitars, one acoustic and the other seeminglya bonafide electric guitar, in another part of the room.

"Don't mind the mess. I'll uh... get to it," Spyro said idly as he opened the desk drawer and started pulling out folders of sheet music.

[perfectenn]

Huh, an entire suite. How lucky. Tenn was used to having roommates by now, but he did miss the days when he had a whole house to himself. Valhudor’s dorms were less than pristine, so he could ignore the mess for the moment. (Anyway, he imagined cleaning up with claws was a challenge.)

His attention was quickly captured by the guitars, and he knelt to study them closely. The acoustic one didn't surprise him, but the electric one sure looked like something he could've found in Japan. But was anything here at Diatu normal?

"That's... where did you get an electric guitar? Does it work?"

[holdyourhorns]

"Remember when there was that demon in the fountain granting wishes in whatever ways it wanted to?" Spyro's expression turned slightly smug, but only slightly before he continued. "He promised me awesome music from it... after I got some help to fix it."

And then the boy, with a sizable stack of folders in hand, walked over to drop it onto the bed. Just gently enough that the papers wouldn't slip out and scatter everywhere.

"So it works! More like a bass guitar right now."

[perfectenn]

Tenn was reaching out to touch the electric guitar, but nothing else Spyro could’ve said would’ve made him yank his hand back faster. Were it his, he would've gotten rid of the instrument asap, as he’d disposed of the cursed make-up kit he’d found attacking another student around that time. (Tenn was overly cautious like that.) He cast an alarmed look back at Spyro, but bit back further comment. If he made a fuss over every cursed item he found in the school, he would never rest.

Tenn sighed, walking over to investigate the notes. "You should know I only took a basic Thaumaturgy class when I first arrived. You'll have to explain how it can tie into Fantastics. My professors haven't covered that."

You know how it is; Porsfin only grudgingly uses Discovery and Trent is wrapped up in the music itself.

[holdyourhorns]

"It's not going to bite you," the boy merely replies at first toward the look on Tenn's face. Though he doesn't stop there and picks up the 'bass' guitar as his instrument of choice. And if the other was expecting heavily detailed and laid out spellwork, this was going to be the best anyone gets thus far from a young and easily bored mind.

"But same here," Spyro said as if such a line would immediately inspire more confidence. "I figure though that with the right song..."

From one of the pages of sheet music, the kid started to strum on the demon guitar for a few moments, but not the entire piece.

"Most of these I wrote based on parts from my daring adventures. And I've tangled with plenty of wizards, sorcerers, warlocks..." He idly waved his hand. "So whichever tune I present keeps me focused on channeling the whole curse-breaking thing, then magic does the rest."

.... And of course, the music has to be GOOD.

That’s a fun OST to write to!

[perfectenn]

Not very reassuring indeed. But giving benefit of the doubt - Spyro does seem the sort to engage in those battles - Tenn tries to parse that together.

"You want to use music to help channel Thaumaturgy, and as a diversion?"

It's not a bad idea... if people hear music, they'll be on the lookout for illusions, not actual spells. It's a good cover to work at unraveling magic. Tenn listens attentively; the guitar isn't doing anything suspicious, and the music is appropriate and flexible. It shouldn't attract tomatoes at least (not that Tenn thinks the Backwater will be providing those to patrons as readily in the future.)

"It's an upbeat song for the tavern. You can work the command words of the spell into the performance. But what are you planning on using as your focus?"

lots of good iconic tracks yeah!

[holdyourhorns]

Spyro can't say he completely thought of things to that degree, as much as the plan was clearly starting to come together. His way to deal with magic was always brute force. The boy just brightened at the 'suggestion' and then thought for a moment as he went back to the papers.

"Maybe... since we have a curse and a suspect..." He pulled out two different yet clearly related pieces. "So now it's a story. Kick the bad guy's butt, break a curse along the way, and then roll in the hard-earned treasure."

[perfectenn]

Yes, Tenn could tell by now the dragon boy was flying by the new seat of his pants. Fortunately, he knew enough artists like that to be patient. But it would be best to set down a solid plan.

“It would be good to figure out in advance how long you need your performance to be. Some flexibility is always desirable, but I’m sure the Backwater will ask for an estimate. Also, chose pieces you are confident playing if you plan on casting at the same time. Playing these in a set order rather than creating a medley would be easier.”

[holdyourhorns]

"I think I see what you mean," Spyro just answers before he grabs a notebook and old textbook for Thaumaturgy.

And thus, while the humanized dragon isn't about to shoehorn lyrics into his chosen pieces, working the basic counterspell words into his recounted tale about his very first major adversary should be no sweat.

"And what are you gonna do?" he then asked. "I wouldn't mind some extra illusions from a backing track to sell our front."

[perfectenn]

There's silence for a moment as Tenn hadn't planned on going that far; he originally went to the Backwater to see what all the fuss was about, and then had intended to report back to Melody's. It wasn't his job to free the tavern from its curse.

But, much less did he like the idea of Spyro going in without any backup at all.

“I could provide Fantastics, influence the way your performance sounded, or create a cover. I wouldn’t even have to be on stage with you.” You’d be surprised what he can do just sitting at a table and tapping on a glass. “But you will have to tell me exactly. I don’t usually improvise.”