1547/Academy Tour

Academy Tour
Date of Scene:	11 February 2015
Location:	Galianda
Synopsis:	Alexander Academy hosts a few Confederate visitors.
Cast of Characters:	127, 202, 626, 633, 658, 665, Lyria Mason

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Kyra Hyral (626) has posed:
    Stepping through the gate to Galianda immediately slams into the sight of enormous plates of land rotating about a tightly-wound core. It may give off the initial impression of an oversized children's toy instead of a world at first glance were it not for the abundance of people upon the Great Span. It is upon this ever-shifting bridge where the warp gate lies and where Adelyn's demon representative and his interpreter will arrive. It is also where they will first meet the two Alexander Academy students sent to escort them: Kyra and Artyom.

    The differences between the two students are vast, from size, to Jobs, to demeanor. Kyra is cheerful and even immediately jumps at the chance to shake a chitinous feeler or leg in greeting. She also seems extremely eager to get on the way to Chocobo.

    Immediately noticable to the visitors is that everyone else here seems to be human. They also give any non-humans decidedly...itchy looks. This is the source of Kyra's need to speed along the journey to Alexander Academy-fortunately, there were some reasonable accomodations made for this in the form of a small school-owned airship that shuttles them directly to Chocobo and drops everyone off in the massive 'courtyard' of the Academy. Courtyard is a bit of an understatement, the space itself the size of, or maybe a little bigger, than New York's Central Park. Circling the space are the wings of the Academy which the visitors can see sprawling all throughout Chocobo from their brief view above in the airship.

Adelyn Lysen (202) has posed:
    Arriving in the normal fashion are two obviously abnormal visitors. Some of this world call them 'extraversals,' though in particular, these are visitors from the Nation of Towers, a Confederate-controlled portion of a planet called Realm. Adelyn Lysen seems to keep too busy a schedule to attend in person, but was still interested enough in the facilities to send a few of her own on a fact-finding mission. There's nothing untoward; she made sure to let the headmaster know ahead of time the general nature of her servant. Any others, she did not mention.

    Of the visitors themselves, the one mentioned is brutishly large and roughly centauroid for the forward upper body, while somewhat insectoid for the appearance of the black armor entirely covering him. The armor may not actually be removable, for how some of it seems to fit against him, and his head is not even vaguely humanoid. He's a clawed, horned, armored demon with an unnatural gait on six oddly-jointed legs.

    The figure to his side, by stark contrast, seems human enough. A young woman, or possibly a teen, in black and varying shades of purple, with an apparent fondness for ribbons and lace, and matching coloration in eyes and hair. She's a sharp-eyed one, but moves with a hint of deference to the demon, to his side and slightly behind. Both are looking about, though she's much more obvious about it, in part because her eyes aren't set as far apart as the demon's.

    The demon is the first to speak. His voice takes 'gravely' to new depths, as if he were actually rolling rocks against each other in his throat. It is just barely intelligible, but takes most some work to decipher, unaided. It's immediately clear that this is the reason for the other's presence, as she begins to speak in the usual human range.

    "Greetings. This is Azon, servant of Archmage Adelyn Lysen. I am Eirtryn Biskof, assigned as interpreter and observer." There's a bit of a trill to her accent. "We look forward to this experience." That is much what Azon said, for any who care to listen carefully to both.

    With greetings made, they're not going to take overly long to follow along, once their guides lead the way.

Annia Shirley (658) has posed:
From her vantage point in the branches of a tree in the courtyard, it was hard to miss the arrival of the airship's landing. Even harder to miss the people coming out of it thereafter. The solitary dancer takes a bit of her apple as she observes. This seems like something she won't touch with a ten foot pole, but doesn't mean she can't watch what's going on with the odd mix of humans and less than humans here.

From the bottom of the tree, legs can been seen dangling down, as if torn between moving to the ground and staying up there. She's not trying to attract attention either mind you, she prefers when she's left alone usually.

She recognizes at least two of the small group, schoolmates, although she didn't talk to either of them.

Artyom W. Valodjn (665) has posed:
    The other student on escort duty today is- to the surprise of a good portion of the student body- Artyom W. Valodjn. For him to volunteer for this kind of thing is... Unusual, certainly, but it seems like he's become more active than most are used to ever since the Unification of Galianda.

    He's also about as different from Kyra as you can come. Standing at just about eight feet in height, with broad shoulders for his frame, Artyom could be easily mistaken for a giant from those worlds that actually have proper giants. Even here, he's tall for a Titan- but his great size is tempered by a calm, courteous demeanor and habitual gentleness brought about from being all too aware of his own strength. He, too, shakes an appendage if one is offered, though he casts his guests a bit of a curious look as well. It's easy to see why the demon might be a subject of interest, but the other one...

Well, let's just say that she reminds him of someone else he knows.

    "It's a pleasure," Artyom rumbles in his usual, unflappable tone, "I am Artyom, and my companion is Kyra. We hope that we can make your visit as comfortable and informative as possible." He follows along not long after Kyra leads the way, bringing up the rear of both demon and interpreter.

His large size can be useful, you see. For instance, in case he needed to intercept someone with too much fear and too little intelligence.

Kirikou (127) has posed:
    Visiting for the first time, Kirikou is definitely human, as are the two kids with him. Well, mostly human at least. He's looking around in fascination and interest, no sign of dismay in his assessment of the weirdness of the multiverse... or at least this part of it. From a land with a living smirking sun, where the moon is close enough to be reached through common flight, the idea of flying continents isn't really that disturbing at all.

    Kirikou, joining the others on the ground after the trip, grins at Kyra before looking up at Artyom. "Glad to be here, big guy." he says affably. "I'm looking forward to seeing more of Alexander Academy!"

    The point, right now, is to accompany Adelyn's servants. Not that Kilik's part of the expedition... he'd just heard of it and followed along for no stated reason, just for interest and/or giggles. Unspoken is Kirikou's knowledge; the paperwork is going through now. The students here probably don't know yet, but everything's all but official. He'll be attending classes here in an exchange from Death Academy. Multiversal understanding, and all that. Two schools, both full of elite fighters and tacticians, future leaders of their respective worlds. Both places where people learn to fight and destroy monstrous threats. Similar enough, at least on the surface, to make the differences a bit less glaring.

Kyra Hyral (626) has posed:
    Kyra actually seems pretty happy to see Kirikou here. Sure, she's already cheerful and excited to be doing the escort job to begin with but having a friend here too made it even better.

    Patiently, Kyra waits as the demon speaks, trying to understand his words but finding herself pretty much unable to. She's grateful for the translation provided by Eirtryn. "Pleased to meet you, Azon, Eirtryn. If either of you have any questions, feel free to interrupt us at any time!" Her gaze falls upon Eirtryn herself, the girl's clothing reminding Kyra of a friend with similar tastes. These were similar tastes that said friend had attempted to get her into to little success.

    Once they have touched down on the central courtyard, Kyra eagerly begins an introduction of the campus. "So this is Alexander Academy, the premier educational institution on Galianda. It's where the talented and/or very rich attend school, training in their jobs to become the next generation of civilizations leaders. Graduating from here is stupidly rigorous but also pretty prestigious! Of course, some people do drop out but the administration doesn't like to talk about that very much, heheh."

    She starts gesturing around her with her hands, pointing to various sets of buildings. "So over there we have the dorms. We'll go there last. Then we have the Administration building which I'm not sure is worth visiting at all. Allll that over there is just for sports and clubs. We've got a lot of those and a lot of the sports facilities take up quite a bit of room. Sometimes professional teams will even come to use the arenas. Over there is the theoretical education wing and finally we have the practical educational wing. Our library is in the theoretical education wing if you're into those kinds of things."

Kirikou (127) has posed:
    Kirikou may have business in Administration later, but he kind of wants to arrive with a bang. Show up in classes as a surprise to those few students here he knows. Kyra, Dominic, and those other few voices he's only heard over the radio. Until everything's official, he's not going to spoil the surprise by announcing he'll be joining them.

    "Which are you?" Kilik asks Kyra, though with the slight smirk on his face he's only teasing by his asking. He's already pegged her as a 'talent' student rather than a 'money' student. True, the chains and piercings might be the acts of a rebellious rich scion, but she doesn't seem like the nobility type. Dominic seems like a rich sort, though not incompetent or anything, but he totally has Kyra pegged as more of a normal sort. More someone like himself, or at least someone like the Thompson sisters, two of his favorite people at Death Academy.

    "And also..." he adds, considering. "What's taught in the Practical wing? We have a couple of fields and gymnasiums, but most of our practical training's done as supplemental off-campus fieldwork." Kirikou grins.

Adelyn Lysen (202) has posed:
    Eirtryn looks over toward Kirikou and the two extras, but doesn't say anything else until Azon begins to speak again, and the demon isn't commenting on the other Confederate's presence being for any different reason than his own. Again, as Azon rumbles, the beribboned girl speaks, far more easily intelligibly. "Of course, we will have many questions."

    It doesn't take long for the first one. "How literal are you in referring to the 'next generation of leaders'?" It's too similar to educational advertising rhetoric to immediately take at face value, no matter how true it might actually be. "We are most interested in the variety of 'jobs.' Current understanding is partial in this area." It's not like they have Galiandans in their own ranks or anything to help broaden that understanding. "In particular, the methods of magic employed here. It may be mutually beneficial to find some common ground in our understandings of mana." Eirtryn, for all her youthful appearance, has a very refined--or perhaps merely well-educated--manner of speech. Azon's speech patterns are slightly different, though it will take some care to notice how she's rephrasing the gruffer demon's queries.

    Both in appearance, and actuality, she's a sharp one. While Azon's head moves little whenever he looks from one side to another--he needs to move only that much--Eirtryn more visibly catches a few of the eyes of those staring at the visitors with her own. If not one's imagination, she smiles directly to Annia across that distance, before again turning toward their guides.

    "Unfortunately, this outing does not allow much time for listening in on lectures. But your class environments are also of interest."

Annia Shirley (658) has posed:
Annia Shirley slips down the tree after a while, still eating her apple quietly. She's just getting a better look at the new arrivals. She has good enough hearing to listen in at least, from her spot. She's not that surprised at the various looks of the visitors at least. There's enough variety in the multiverse to tune that kind of feeling out after a while. As long as they can speak, doesn't matter what they look like in the end.

She keeps the apple between her teeth as she reaches down for her bag, that she left at the foot of the tree while she was perched up in it, rummaging for a notepad that she pulls out, along with a pencil, starting to write things into it.

Artyom W. Valodjn (665) has posed:
    Artyom was not expecting a third visitor! But that's fine. One more isn't that big of a deal. At least it's not another demon, or anything. "Mostly practical combat skills, as the name might suggest," Artyom answers, looking toward the set of buildings that, if he were to be forced to choose, would probably be his favorite part of campus. It has this one spot right on the roof that's pretty much perfect for his favorite school-time pass-time after all. "There are areas set up for students to utilize what they learn in the theoretical lectures without damaging the facilities overmuch. Black Mages hurling fireballs, and Blue Mages learning Goblin Punch, so on and so forth. There are also rings for one-on-one practice, but larger skirmishes are usually conducted in the sporting facilities."

    He turns towards the demon and his translator, then. Artyom nods, "It's as much a symbolic statement as a literal one. Alexander graduates some of the best and the brightest of all Galianda, and many prestigious families and companies have close ties to the school. Students are often scouted to join one corporation, adventuring guild or some such organization shortly after graduation."

Nothing is said about Alexander's drop-out rate, or the school's rigor. Artyom doesn't like talking about grades, no sir.

    "If you like," he goes on to say, "We can stop at either the practical studies department first and see if there are any Magic classes going on. I'm sure that would help answer a number of your questions better than either of our explanations."

Kyra Hyral (626) has posed:
    "The and/or." Kyra says, smirking back at Kirikou. "I'll give you some Hyral 101 later if you -really- want to know, Kilik." Other than that little teaser, though, she doesn't seem to up on spilling her own personal history in front of their guests.

    Admittedly, the first question is a reasonable one. Kyra adds to Artyom's answer. "Sounds like a line straight off the front page of our website, doesn't it? It's pretty literal, actually-a number of big business heirs send their kids here as do various degrees of royalty from all over Galianda. The Prince of Ramuh comes here, for example. It's not everyone, though."

    Kyra turns to the practical studies wedge off in the distance. "I agree with Artyom, watching one of those in action would be a lot more fun than hearing Artyom or I drone on about magic particles and physics."

Lyria Mason has posed:
Lyria Mason has had a long day fighting extraveral monsters she was able to just get back and had been making hee way about the school ground whchn she comes upon group seemingly lkead by Kyra with several people whom she assumes are extraveral in origins from the looks of them. She picked up a few bits of what was being as said as she closed. It seemd to be a toury she was clad in clothing that seemed more suited to being on a ship or a beach given while not incdent it wasn't exactly covering she also had a bold streak tatoo across her face which was easy enough to see as she approached.

"Good day and welcome! I see you have some pretty good guides already."

She gives Artyom, Kyra and Annia a nod. While Eirtryn and Kirikou get grin from the Levitani.

Adelyn Lysen (202) has posed:
    Eirtryn blinks at something Azon says, before turning to again smile at their guides. "We see." The demon was, one might notice, amused at the answer regarding leadership, if they could figure out that that purely unintelligible rumbling was a laugh.

    While it's clear that the Realm duo and Kirikou are here with different interests in particular, there's enough overlap to agree to moving on to some place where both aims might be satisfied. "Theory can be as well transmitted on paper, to the extent sought today. Demonstration of practical application may be more enlightening." As his interpreter says that, Azon raises a single claw to gesture in the direction indicated earlier. For the moment, neither seem to be paying much attention to any others, though one of Azon's glowing eyes may focus on Lyria for a moment.

Kirikou (127) has posed:
    Kilik might take Kyra up on the Hyral 101 course at a later time because she's interesting. Not only does she remind him of his friends back 'home', she's... to be honest, she's cute. Not that the other girls aren't attractive of course, but he can't help his preferences even if he doesn't intend to try to pursue. He's seen enough of that sort of behavior to automatically not want to be 'that kind of guy' even if that means risking being a perpetual friend. Better that then being 'that guy', right?

    "I prefer fighting to magic, personally." Kirikou states, dropping a hand onto the shoulders of the twins with him. "But I can see fighting anywhere. Your magic's what makes you guys distinct from us at Death Academy, so I'm pretty happy to check out that sort of thing!" He looks over at Eirtryn, shrugs. "Works out for everyone that way, right?" he adds, easygoing as always.

Artyom W. Valodjn (665) has posed:
    Artyom nods back at Lyria in greeting, then glances back to their guests. "Is it really so unique?" Artyom asks Kilik, inclining his head inquisitively. "Many worlds I've visited seem capable of magic. Perhaps not to the extent that we can manage, but still."

    Demonic chuckling illicits a quick flicker of a glance up at the demon emissary. Perhaps it was not the best idea to mention such a thing to this creature? Well, too late now.

    "We'll proceed there first, then," he continues, skipping not a single beat. "Please be aware that some of the students there may be somewhat... enthusiastic, if classes are on. Keep an eye out for stray projectiles."

Kyra Hyral (626) has posed:
    A frown crosses Kyra's face briefly as the demon and Eirtryn make a somewhat nondescriptive remark to the whole 'literal next generation leaders' thing. The feeling is quick to pass and Kyra leads the group into the inside of the first practical education building. It's extremely huge with large hallways and even larger classrooms. The walls are extremely thick and in several cases many of the classrooms are 'opened' to the outside. It looks like there are also mechanisms present to shut the open areas of each room if needed. Several of the classrooms have stadium-style seating. One such is occupied with a number of students in the center practicing at...each other, it seems.

    It doesn't take long to determine the nature of the class. It's black magic-pretty basic black magic of the status ailment variety. Via enthusiastic chanting and what seems to be a final word of power, the students are having a grand old time casting sleep and poison on each other. A lone professor garbed in a fancy red hat stands by, occasionally removing status ailments with esuna when they become too burdensome.

    "On Kilik's world magic kind of has a stigma going as something that witches use. His soul resonance energy stuff, however, seems more in line with our magic? But overall I will agree that the extent of magic particles throughout everything surpasses the degree of magic in quite a number of other worlds by quite a bit. For example, it seems that on the majority of worlds physics functions on its own, without magic. Though seemingly so. I've been picking at this subatomic stuff and all these attractions and forces seem magic-y to me."

Kirikou (127) has posed:
    Kilik nods at Kyra's explanation. He didn't really care about getting into details, but he wouldn't deny them either. "I just meant distinct from my own school." he explains. "I've seen plenty of magic in the multiverse. And no, I don't think you're witches." he grins. And if they are? Well, he's got a few witch friends as well. Really no big deal. Magic makes him slightly uncomfortable, at least if he's not familiar with its source, but what he really has a problem with is those who revel in destructiveness.

    The black magic IS pretty fascinating, of course. And Kirikou seems to find the mages casting poison spells on each other quite amusing. The twins watch with open mouths, as students appear to be perfectly willing to turn each other green with stomach-churning magic. Got to be great fun for parties and stuff.

Adelyn Lysen (202) has posed:
    "Magic differs between every civilization, with the exception of those that lack all ability to manipulate mana." Eirtryn replies. "A degree of uniqueness is expected."

    While Eirtryn listens attentively, Azon seems to be.. doing something else. The claws of one hand make remarkably dextrous gestures in the air while they all watch the black mages practice. The claw-tips leave glowing impressions in the air for the barest of moments, brief enough to cause one to question what they'd seen afterward, if they weren't expecting it. The effect of this magic is nothing obvious, as it has no effect on anyone else present, and his own chanting is low to the point of unreadability.

    In the meantime, "Some worlds demarcate such that 'physics' includes only those physical principles that do not interact with magic. Mine, Realm, is not such a world." She makes a light, shrugging gesture, turning herself to directly watch the poisoning for a moment. "The terms make no difference." Kilik gets a bit of curious look from her, then. Yes, it's pretty safe to say she's some kind of mage, too, though she's yet to show it.

Artyom W. Valodjn (665) has posed:
    Sometimes it helps to have a red mage teach the more basic magic lessons. After all, they've got the black magic to scare kids into line, and the white magic to make them better if they hurt themselves. Red Mages are both versatile AND useful!

    Artyom nods, "That much is true. I haven't had my magic limited in any particular fashion during my travels... Except that one time, with that bizarre pocket-world, and when we visited the Courier's Mojave Desert." He... doesn't like dwelling on that latter one. The former got him loot, though! Lots and lots of shiny loot!

He doesn't /wear/ any of it, of course, but it's nice to have it nearby to look at. Artyom may or may not be accumulating a dragon hoard in his bedroom.

    "I don't think we have a Witch job," Artyom says to Kilik. He ponders for a moment, though. "...I think the closest one might come to the... stereotypical image of your common extraversal witch is a Black Mage who dabbles in alchemy."

Kind of like Kyra, except black magic instead of white.

    "Galiandan magic is a study of patterns," he explains, "The students are weaving their magical energies into specific patterns that produce the desired effect. Poison and sleep, in this case."

He... looks up at the demon. Artyom makes an inquisitive noise. "Might I ask what you are doing, sir?" The Titan inquires, eyebrows creeping up towards his hairline, "Some magic of your own, I presume?"

Lyria Mason has posed:
Lyria Mason gets loocked over and is curious for a moment as she looks back. She's just curious really Kilik also gets a bit of a look. She doesn't pay full attention to the stuff about the school entirely she knows most of this.

"Magic is in everything in this world I admit. What Gets me to be honest are the worlds where there is no magic. I'm getting ahead of myself I'm Lyria Mason and it's good to meert you."

Lyria got that next generation of leaders bit she darn well knows what this school is. Whatever her politcal views she's never really stated them before.

"Wait ... magic with Stigma?!"

That gets her attention she neven even dreamed of such a thing that's more alien than a lack of magic.

"You been to Mr. Trailbranchs's world Artyom?"

Kyra Hyral (626) has posed:
    "We can't all be witches." Kyra laughs, giving Kilik a grin. "I'm glad that didn't cause us too much of a problem when Dominic and I visited."

    Eirtryn adds something interesting that Kyra can't help but respond to. "Mana...yes. Everyone here can manipulate 'mana'. Some people even have a greater ability to do so but everyone on Galianda uses the magic particles. How they do it depends on the Job the have." Looking up, Kyra watches Azon as he does some sort of magic of his own.

    Kyra is not the only one to notice either. The professor looks up suddenly, staring straight at Azon. Gradually, the other students in the class slow to watch as well, leading to an awkward silence.

    Kyra waves suddenly, speaking up, "Professor Hakaril Silvar! Please, continue, we are showing guests around!"

Adelyn Lysen (202) has posed:
    Azon completes whatever he was doing in only a few seconds. Turning to face Artyom--a more obvious motion of attentiveness than he's shown thus far--one effect of his magic, if it is related, does become clear. His eyes had glowed red beneath his armor. They now shine blue, and a fair bit brighter. The intensity varies, though that may just be him squinting. Again, Eirtryn relays. "Diagnostics."

    She seems about to say something else, checks, and instead continues with, "Detection spells, to observe the mana being manipulated within the room. A variety are necessary, to map the full spectrum of effects, but this is to be a short visit." As she finishes speaking, the demon returns to intent observation of the students practicing, but lets out a heavy, snorting breath as they stop and turn.

    "Ahh, the old problem of 'measurement impacting that which is measured...'" That was clearly the human's(?) own words, and not the demon's. Eirtryn continues, then, in response to both Kyra and Lyria. "The ability to use mana varies across a variety of metrics. Within the variety of the multiverse, it should be no surprise that some people are entirely crippled, nor that this trait perpetuates between generations, broken only by rare exceptions." She says all this with an academic aloofness.

    Again comes the demon's rumbling, and the interpreter relays, "Shall we continue? We have already provided more than sufficient interruption for this class."

Kirikou (127) has posed:
    "No problem, no." Kirikou says, returning the grin. "Because you knew better than to USE MAGIC in a place where people might notice and think it's weird! Or something." he adds, broadening his grin into a smirk. He doesn't look around to Adelyn's demon or anything like that, nope. To all appearances he completely missed the subtle magic. Sensing isn't one of his talents after all, but of course there's his words. Who knows how much he actually noticed? Probably nothing more than Artyom's words, when it comes to that.

    "Witches in my world... aren't exactly like popular witch culture." Kilik says, answering Artyom. "More... well, more like the image of the warlock, or the demon sorceror, or something." he says, wincing. "Their gift is destruction, and for most of 'em they can't help it. They destroy because that's what their gift makes them do." he explains. It's not a pleasant situation, and ... well, he DOES have several witch friends. One too young to have fallen under destruction's sway yet, two that are (so far) too weak, one whose magic is completely nondestructive in nature.

Soan Sagittarius (633) has posed:
     It is very hard to see, if possible at all. It's certainly not impossible to miss it. However, with the vast, huge mass of movement, activity and busy people bustling about the place, even if many gives the visitors a wide berth, or not. After all, even at less active hours, this is a very well travelled place. Open-air classes addes further to the sheer 'vastness' of people here.

     Let's set aside fancy words: it's a busy place, for busy people. Eating a sandwich counts as very busy.

     While a common thing that happens, a figure arrives from outside of the academy's grounds from elsewhere on Chocobo, sails through the air donward at the aisle that would be describled later as the Theorical Education section of the Academy. It is lost briefly behind the Time Mage's Observatorium Telescope, then leaping upward on top of it seamlessly. It is an humanoid figure, with his arms crossed, staring out and around the glaring presence of Phoenix in the skies. The armoured figure stands there, the Divine in his back, staring out downward at the academy. It's hard to tell where it is looking at, or if looking at anything in particular. What does further betrays his presence is the faint glinting of Phoenix over his armor, occassional, following his moments.

     After a few moments, the figure crouches, then leaps off effortlessly into the skies into deeper parts of the Academy -- or Chocobo. It is hard to tell.

     He went pretty damn high.

Artyom W. Valodjn (665) has posed:
    "Ah, I see," Artyom bobs his head at the massive demonic creature. Well, that's certainly less worrying than what he was thinking. Of course, that doesn't exactly help much when the entire class turns to stare at their guests. At least one of the children slooowly starts backing away from the thing that looks very much like what you'd find at the bottom of a dungeon.

    "...I believe you may be right," he says to nobody in particular. "Best we leave before we cause too much of a stir," though it seems that it may be a bit too late for that already, given how Professor Silvar seems to be frowning hard enough that you can almost /feel/ the (possibly literal) frost building beneath his hat.

    Artyom leads the group away before the famously overprotective mage decides to do much more than worry. They move a couple doors down to observe a slightly more advanced class. These are maybe a year older than the previous class, and seem to be caught up in what looks to be a game of Stop and Go.

...Except that the Stop is literally 'casting Stop, Slow or Gravity' and the Go is 'managing to caste Haste to negate the Stop-Casting.' It seems they've walked directly into a Time Mage class. The professor is a man with a phenomenally pointy orange hat and quite a tremendous beard that he may have chosen to grow that morning in particular.

    "Warlocks, eh?" Artyom looks to Kilik. "...That's unfortunate, that their nature dictates it. Is it truly the way of their 'gift' that they must destroy? Or is it simply that, whenever they do try to cast magic, it ends up destructive no matter what?"

Kirikou (127) has posed:
    "Their gift is destructive." Kilik replies. "And most don't want to do anything but destroy with it. Some... can channel it, destroy only what they want destroyed. Others never learn control, and have to be killed before they hurt too many other people." he says, not without a bit of regret. Meisters and Weapons kill witches, it's true. For hundreds of years, there was no thought involved. It's just something that needed doing. Kirikou, and a few other students besides, are the first in a very long time to actually question this policy... and mostly that's because they befriended a witch before knowing she was a witch.

Adelyn Lysen (202) has posed:
    As they walk on, one may notice that the 'diagnostic' spell is still functioning. Or, at least, Azon's eyes still glow a bright blue. Eirtryn walks directly in front of the demon, this time, her hands clasped behind her, head turning this way and that. The next class has both their attentions quite raptly, though more so the interpreter's, after Artyom asks his question. When the demon begins to respond, she has to tear her attention off well enough to parse and relay.

    "Demons, it is well-known, are destructive by nature. They enjoy and lust for violence--Azon is not an exception to this, and would not be here peacefully without the Archmage's bindings." The next line may be her own, "It is as natural as that a fire consumes, and as up to the governing mage to control."

    After a few more moments of silence, "Time magic, and with students so early in their studies? Fascinating."

Kyra Hyral (626) has posed:
    "Well of course, Kilik. We're not total idiots." Though certain Murasame heirs might disagree with Kyra's assessment of herself to be free from idiocy. Kyra seems a little spacy for a moment as she watches Azon work his magic, which turns out to be analytic in nature. With this in mind, she turns back to the rest of the class.

    "Just an extraversal version of Scan, Professor Silvar! Nothing to worry about, just go back to work." Though it seems that, unfortunately, their presence has pretty much derailed the instruction. Quietly, she sighs at this, but she is at least relieved that nobody goes so far to try and attack Azon and Eirtyrn. "Yes...well, let's move on." And so they do.

    Kyra is perceptive enough to spy the briefest of appearances of Dragoon Man. It brings a smile to her face, though it's tempting to call out in greeting to him, she does not.

    "A person generally figures out what their Job is pretty early in life." Kyra adds for Azon and Eirtryn's benefit. She's a bit quieter this time, hoping to not disturb the class and rob Azon of his observations. It's clear to the demon that mana is flowing from the students to create the magical effects but in the case of time magic, it is distinctly different from the black magic (and small amounts of white magic) he just observed in the other class. The flows all seem pretty similar between each of the students on the same type of magic with some minute differences.

Lyria Mason has posed:
Lyria Mason thinks about this topic, extraveral situations with magic are more complicated than she thought. She takes careful not but damn it feels like she's listening to one of her teachers. She does not discount it however. She's about to say something she pauses she catches movment and a super high jump she stops and stares for a moment.

"Did ... anyone else see that?!"

Artyom W. Valodjn (665) has posed:
    "I see," Artyom says with a slight frown. "Just like any gift. It depends not on the nature of the magic, but on the character of the user, I suppose." It's just that, when power is acquired too soon, it quickly /becomes/ that character. Strength acquired unbidden can turn into a crutch. "...It's unfortunate, what you must do."

He glances toward Eirtryn, then nods. "As Kyra says, we typically know where our talents lean towards the beginning of our studies. But otherwise..." He chuckles, chest puffing out just a little bit, "Well, we do claim to teach the best and the brightest, yes?"

    Lyria says a thing, Artyom's brow twitches. "See what?" He asks, clearly having missed Dragoon Man in all the business of being a tour guide. Or perhaps Artyom simply doesn't believe hard enough in fairies, or something. That's how that works, right?