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entrancelogs2017-06-24 10:56 pm
hypoxic) wrote in entrancelogs2017-06-24 10:56 pm
[open] Is it better to believe?
Who: Leo Fitz and YOU
Where: Around the Kindergarten
When: 23rd-27th (event catch-all)
Rating: Will edit this if threads move beyond PG13
Summary: When the scientist wakes up wielding magic, the first thing he wants to do is run three thousand tests. Something might accidentally get set on fire. He'll probably need help dealing with it.
The Story:
[ There are a few things Fitz understands about this event. He knows he's supposed to be some sort of wizard -- the word "evoker" springs to mind, even though he's not sure how to place it or what to do with that knowledge. But he does know that it's fascinating. It's a different sort of magic than the kind he'd had when Wonderland had transformed into that magic school. Then, he'd been seamlessly integrated into a society that took magic entirely for granted. He'd been a scholar, but at things that didn't require a frame of reference. None of it translated into anything particularly useful when the event ended and they returned to themselves.
But this is a different sort of magic. He's retained his faculties, and they've been transported to a world where mistakes probably won't end in something catastrophic. He'll spend his days working through the mechanics of what he innately knows, but hasn't yet examined. The trouble is that initiating the spell is more challenging when he's trying to slow down the process gained by forced muscle memory. He knows how to create a fire shield, but in trying to determine where the flames are actually coming from, he might start a few fires.
And as such, the bulk of his days will be entrenched in a different kind of experimentation. Settling in what he thinks is an uninhabited patch of land, he tests every spell he can think to test. It ranges from ice storms to fireballs, with the occasional acid arrow or gust of wind soaring over everyone's heads. He might need some help mitigating the ensuing disasters that come from it.
What he isn't prepared for is how exhausting it all is. Spellcasting is stressful, and a different sort of strain than what he's normally dealing with. (Perhaps it's symptomatic of a low constitution.) Every evening, he's tired enough to have a hard time standing upright for long periods. His notebook is increasingly full of data, but the headaches and nosebleeds are a terrible price to pay.
He knows he should probably stop. But it's all so interesting... Just one more. Just until the event ends. It's important data to compile, even if he thinks he might pass out after the tenth spell in a day (or earlier -- there's something about a freezing sphere that sucks everything out of him). ]
Where: Around the Kindergarten
When: 23rd-27th (event catch-all)
Rating: Will edit this if threads move beyond PG13
Summary: When the scientist wakes up wielding magic, the first thing he wants to do is run three thousand tests. Something might accidentally get set on fire. He'll probably need help dealing with it.
The Story:
[ There are a few things Fitz understands about this event. He knows he's supposed to be some sort of wizard -- the word "evoker" springs to mind, even though he's not sure how to place it or what to do with that knowledge. But he does know that it's fascinating. It's a different sort of magic than the kind he'd had when Wonderland had transformed into that magic school. Then, he'd been seamlessly integrated into a society that took magic entirely for granted. He'd been a scholar, but at things that didn't require a frame of reference. None of it translated into anything particularly useful when the event ended and they returned to themselves.
But this is a different sort of magic. He's retained his faculties, and they've been transported to a world where mistakes probably won't end in something catastrophic. He'll spend his days working through the mechanics of what he innately knows, but hasn't yet examined. The trouble is that initiating the spell is more challenging when he's trying to slow down the process gained by forced muscle memory. He knows how to create a fire shield, but in trying to determine where the flames are actually coming from, he might start a few fires.
And as such, the bulk of his days will be entrenched in a different kind of experimentation. Settling in what he thinks is an uninhabited patch of land, he tests every spell he can think to test. It ranges from ice storms to fireballs, with the occasional acid arrow or gust of wind soaring over everyone's heads. He might need some help mitigating the ensuing disasters that come from it.
What he isn't prepared for is how exhausting it all is. Spellcasting is stressful, and a different sort of strain than what he's normally dealing with. (Perhaps it's symptomatic of a low constitution.) Every evening, he's tired enough to have a hard time standing upright for long periods. His notebook is increasingly full of data, but the headaches and nosebleeds are a terrible price to pay.
He knows he should probably stop. But it's all so interesting... Just one more. Just until the event ends. It's important data to compile, even if he thinks he might pass out after the tenth spell in a day (or earlier -- there's something about a freezing sphere that sucks everything out of him). ]
/waves fingers, somewhere in the afternoon on a day that works for you
She just happens upon Fitz in what he thought was a clear patch of land, she gracefully (dex roll 21) dodges the fireball without dropping her book. It's enough to get her attention, giving him a look - though the normal biting tone that might slip out when it came to Fitz is nowhere to be found. ]
That was cool, can you do it again? Maybe not at me?
all the days work because what is continuity in a realm of episodic adventure
Darcy! Darcy, I'm terribly sorry -- not sure why it reacted like that.
[Darcy might not have been pressed by the errant fireball, but Fitz is upon her in a moment, assessing her for embers.]
I'd thought there wasn't anyone about -- it shouldn't have done in your direction.
[And if she was anyone else, now would be when he admitted that magic was turning out to be a lot harder than it looked.]
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[ She brushes an ember off of her book nonchalantly, because it's no big deal. ]
Magic is unpredictable, but I'm fine. Guess I'm just lucky.
[ Don't mind her shrug and laugh. ]
What else can you do?
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[It ought to be a much bigger deal. She's being abnormally patient with him.]
So far, it seems to be a primarily elemental affiliation. Success has been varied, though I've tend to have more successes with the art when I apply less analysis to the procedures.
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That makes sense, considering trying to control it with analytics probably isn't going to help. [ It gives her an idea. ]
I wonder if it's tied to your emotions like some other magics. Do you think it becomes more unpredictable when you're frustrated or upset? Or maybe more violent?
[ Just throwing out a few theories, and as she talks, she digs through her backpack for a small pad she might've brought with her. ] I might have something here to take notes if you wanted to try a few different things.
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[ She is pretty lucky, after all. ]