Scene #1024: Hashtag white mage problems

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Quentyn Westwind	Students wander the courtyard. Quentyn wanders into the courtyard, looking perhaps a touch tired. He's got his full kit, suggesting he might have been out adventuring... but he looks a bit too clean for it to have been much of an adventure. He wanders over to a bit of a courtyard that has a lawn and a tree and, pausing only long enough to dump the stuff on his back, unceremoniously flops onto his back. Quentyn doesn't stay like that for long, however. One hand finds its way into his back and pulls out a notebook. Then he sits up, opens to a blank page, and taps a pencil against the page thoughtfully.
Kyra Hyral	A few moments pass before Kyra Hyral strolls into the courtyard. She does look a little worse for wear-well, worse for wear than usual ever since she went on the whole 'punk' look. A number of younger students are following after her, pestering her with various questions. She looks like she's trying to ignore them as she puts stylus to tablet to jot down who knows what as she walks. But despite that... "Is it true you saw a talking madpony???" One of them shouts. At that, Kyra whips around and holds up her tablet, displaying a picture of Twilight Sparkle standing around the Great Span, looking around in awe. "Yes! Cosmos, just subscribe to my Warker if you're all so damn interested in the other worlds." she says irritably, "Now fray off, I've got stuff to do."
Quentyn Westwind	Quentyn starts putting his pencil to paper, but not in the way one writes words. Rather, looks like he's starting to sketch something. Doesn't get far before the commotion draws his eyes away from that, however. He listens, and when it's all over, he closes the notebook and puts it away. With a sigh, he stands up and burdens himself with his gear again. Last thing he needs is for something to get stolen, afterall. Then he meanders over to the other person wearing a white mage-styled hoodie. Well, Quentyn's is lacking the ears and pom-pom. He stays at a fairly safe distance to test the waters, lest Kyra's ire turn to him. "Talking? I only saw some kind of warrior riding one..." Quentyn fiddles with his spectacles for a moment. "What's your Warker?" Seems like he IS interested in other worlds... though it may mean he'll have to finally figure out how Warker works.
Kyra Hyral	In spite of her foul mood, her irritation does not seem to intimidate the younger students away. They crowd around to look at the picture that Kyra took with her phone about a week ago. "That looks like photoshop!" one of them complains. Casually, Kyra switches to a different picture, this one of Rainbow Dash. The angle is awkward, as if she took the picture without the pegasus knowing (she did). "Riding a madpony?" Kyra turns to look at Quentyn, "That'd take some mad beastmaster skill right there. Or maybe it let the warrior do it...was it talking?" Kyra leans in to Quentyn and looks at him critically. "Hmm, you seem familiar...or maybe it's just the hoodie." The look turns into a suspicious one. "Oh right. @deadm0g. The O is actually a zero. Who ARE you? I swear I've seen you in one of my classes."
Quentyn Westwind	Quentyn peers closely at the tablet, but only for a moment. "Quentyn," he gives a small smile and holds up a single hand in a sort of wave, all by way of introduction. "Yah, maybe one of the white magic ones." He gaze slides off to the side for a moment, as though he's trying to make sure he remembers the alias. "Oh! Like the DJ?" "Anyways..." He shakes his head, "Didn't talk, didn't look like those ones either. I was talking with a foreigner and he said the outworld madponies are lots easier to tame..." Quentyn trails off and shrugs, like he's not quite sure he's buying it.
Kyra Hyral	"That's right, you are in those classes. I can't forget a name that starts with a Q. This is the first time I get to put a face with it. Do you hang out in the back of the class or something? Kyra Hyral if you didn't already figure it out." Her smile suddenly widens a little as her handle is recognized, prompting some groans from the younger students. Kyra ignores the heck out of them. "Yep, that's me! The one and only deadm0g." Somehow she manages to pronounce the word as if it was spelled with a zero. Skillz. Kyra tucks her tablet under her arm. "You don't say? I haven't seen anyone actually riding one yet. I guess you could ride the talking ones but they might take issue with that. The flying one seemed pretty sassy. But I'll believe /riding/ one when I see it." She puts her free hand on her hip, eyeing up Quentyn, "So where'd you go, Quentyn."
Quentyn Westwind	"Yah, um... You know teachers. I'm a 'good independent worker' or something, so they usually stick me in the back." Quentyn shrugs helplessly. "Wait--you're /the/..." Quentyn trails off, blinking several times at the revelation. Apparently he didn't know what Dj deadm0g actually looked like. To the last part he holds up a hand defensively. "--I just took a quick look outside. Anyways um." He glances off back, more or less, to where the Great Span is, before looking to Kyra once more and fiddling with his glasses. "Speaking of seeing. That's um... I'd like to see more." Then a touch of a grin tugs at his mouth, "Not to mention all the class credit we could get. Just, it... seems kinda dangerous to go out there without some frontliners, y'know?"
Kyra Hyral	This is actually not an uncommon thing to Kyra. Deadm0g was largely an online persona, after all, and she didn't do THAT much to attract attention to the connection. Besides, it made moments like this worth it. "Yep, that's me!" Kyra grins like she's /awfully darn proud of herself/. "What, you have something for me to sign?" Still grinning, she rocks back onto her heels. "Oh, yeah, I know the feeling, right? I've been out and in the middle of some /pretty/ dangerous stuff so far actually. But that's because Kamon, Soan and I formed our own school club with Professor King's blessing for going out and doing things in the multiverse. We're called the Light Warriors-you should join. Plenty of people we can use for cover."
Quentyn Westwind	Finding out DJ deadm0g's standing in front of him and then the torrent of names and information... well, Quentyn glances aside a moment while his brain catches up with everything. "Oh, 'Kamon'..? I think I heard an outworlder... Who's Kamon?" In the end he just goes straight to the question. He curls a finger and taps it against his chin thoughtfully, but he can't help but look optimistic. White mages gotta have cover. "What does it take to join?"
Kyra Hyral	"He's another Behemoth-class. Fighter. Odynar. He...probably is not in any of your classes." It's clear that Kyra's not too knowledgable about Kamon's class schedule-or she's carefully hiding this information. But a fighter-type isn't going to share that many classes with a white mage to begin with. "I guess I'd call him the club leader since it was his idea." Another pause ensues as Kyra looks thoughtful, "Well. We actually haven't had anyone else join us yet so uh...I don't know if we're going to have a test or initiation or anything like that. Part of me kind of hopes we do! I've never been able to haze anyone before! I bet it's fun!"
Quentyn Westwind	Quentyn's hand reaches up and back through his hood to scratch the back of his head. Maybe he shouldn't have said that. Topic change! (ish). "Then, if you're planning to go out again, I guess I'd like to join." Tentative smile. Before any plans for hazing can come about... he leaves unsaid. "What places has your club been to already?" he asks curiously.
Kyra Hyral	Kyra waggles her fingers with a devilish smile on her face. Oh dear, it looks like she's really into the idea of hazing Quentyn into the club. "Maybe I'll just have you eat something I make..." she trails off, then holds up her free hand, "Two places so far, really, one was this derelict fishing town filled with fishy zombie things. I forget the name. Second was a strange world called Afterus. The second place I actually wound up there alone because I got lost looking for a classmate. Fortunately, there were other people around for backup because some strange little monsters called Heartless attacked."
Quentyn Westwind	That wipes the smile off Quentyn's face and he looks a bit apprehensive... but not that apprehensive. Maybe he's just worried Kyra is a bad cook or something. But he doesn't say anything more, no sense staying on that topic: instead he listens intently. Zombies, nothing particularly groundbreaking there. But then Quentyn tilts his head. "Heartless?"
Kyra Hyral	Kyra is possibly the worst cook in the entire school. Rumor has it that she actually weaponizes some of her failed experiments. People speak in hushed tones of 'malboro ice cream.' That way lies madness. "Yeah, they called them Heartless. Some strange kind of demons that try to take people's hearts or something. They came out in huge numbers but there were a bunch of Elites around to clean them up-oh yeah, get this, anyone with skills is called an Elite outside in the multiverse. So I guess that would be anyone in the school, heh."
Quentyn Westwind	And here's Quentyn, blissfully oblivious. "Yah, thaaat's kinda creepy." He nods thoughtfully at the talk of elites, curled finger tapping his chin again. Then he looks back to Kyra. "And I heard most worlds don't have a Phoenix for light? The foreigner I was talking to called a... well, the searing one out there 'normal'... But he didn't say what it was." He turns a little to look back towards the great span, or his estimate of where it is beyond all the city and school buildings. "I guess I should do tomorrow's homework..." Ooor possibly take another trip out to the multiverse at large; looks like that's what the student white mage wants to do anyway.
Kyra Hyral	"They don't." Kyra nods, "I've been reading up on the other worlds-most of them have this nearby star that acts as their Phoenix. And the planets revolve around that star. Just one big unchecked fusion reactor, floating there. Sounds pretty /dangerous/. Most places call it the sun but I've also heard it referred to as the 'infernal daystar.' Must be a technical term." Kyra smile slyly, "Ooooor you could go out exploring. I was able to do a little bit by myself. You just gotta be careful and run from any random encounters that get too close."
Quentyn Westwind	Quentyn nods in agreement, especially emphatic at the part about it being dangerous. Guilt crosses Quentyn's face. "Umm..." He looks in that direction again, temptation all the more for already being geared up and ready to go. But after a moment, a slight sag of his shoulders belies defeat in that internal debate of his. "Once I have someone that can cover me..." He nods as though affirming a promise.
Kyra Hyral	"I..." Kyra hesitates, "...I wouldn't exactly be the best, uh, cover. Hashtag white mage problems." She sadly nods. "Hey, up to you, though, I think you can go some places if you are careful."
Quentyn Westwind	Quentyn looks back and grins. "Yah, we're in the same airship. Maybe tomorrow, risked enough today..." He holds up a hand in a sort of wave and says, "See ya in class." Then he turns and walks not towards the Span, but the dorms instead.
Kyra Hyral	"Yeah, seeya Quentyn. I'll let you know what Kamon says about other people joining the club, alright?" She waggles her fingers, "We'll be in touch~"
Quentyn Westwind	Open mouth, close again. But--as he leaves--rather than worried, Quentyn looks thoughtful. Hmm!