Tear's Big Project, Day 1

[mysterical]

Characters: Tear Grants and YOU
Setting: The meadow on Floor 25
Format: Starting action, reply as you wish.
Summary: This is the first of the two days for Tear's offer of training in magic. There will be closed parts for certain people and a few open sections.
Warnings:  Magic, fighting, Luke and Asch in the same area with pointy things, possible explosions?

[Tear made her way to the meadow thirty minutes early, a book in her hand as she made that way. She looked around at the empty space and grimaced. Why she'd thought this was a good idea, she'd never know, but she was determined to see if she could get the residents of this Tower of Horror to arm themselves in light of the recent problems with the administration.]

Closed for Luke fon Fabre (OU)
[If the redhead looked carefully enough, he'd see the brunette looking off into the distance at the flowers as she waited for the others to gather.]

Closed for Asch the Bloody, Sheba and Xion
[She'd decided to work on the redheads away from one another, but any friends they brought were fine. She'd expected to see the blond after their exchange on the network.

Closed for V/V, AU Link and Zelda
[She couldn't wait to introduce her two new friends to one another. Link had training with bows and swords. Between those, Tear was sure that V/V would find something she could use.]

Open Section for Magic Training
[This was perhaps the most anxious part of the entire ordeal—trying to figure out how the magics of so many worlds worked and to see if those interested could actually learn to use the Seventh Fonon, or if she was going to be spending her night telling them all how to do battle first aid.

Only time would tell, right?]

Open Section for Fighting Training
[As opposed to the magic training, this, this she had no issue with. She was a proficient with her staffs, maces and knives. Besides, she'd learned as a child that anything could be used as a weapon in times of need. And with the many sword wielders as she'd met since coming to the tower, she knew that this would be fine!]

Comments

Open to all the Magic Training here

[mysterical]

[witchoftheweek]

[Given her health, Patchouli had been resting up that day in preparation for coming in to train that night. She was feeling good, and as such, she felt she was ready to get to work. She arrived promptly at 8, one of her own spell cards prepared as a demonstration of the kind of magic she was used to.]

Miss Grants? I'm Patchouli Knowledge. We spoke over the terminals?

[mysterical]

[Tear had thought the other girl cute when she saw her over the terminal, but in person she was even cuter. However, the look on her face let her know that commenting on her physical appearance probably would be a bad thing. Besides, she was here to learn and teach, and it would be rude of Tear to squee over how cute she was instead.]

Yes, I am, Miss Knowledge. Please, call me Tear.

[witchoftheweek]

[That would probably wind up making things awkward, yes. Patchouli might take some pride in her appearance - truth be told, she would be much more reluctant to come at all were this during the daytime; sunlight bleaches the violet right out of her hair - but getting called 'cute' would have just led to stammering and blushing.

She's adorable, yes, but she's also a magic powerhouse.]

In that case, please call me Patchouli. It's a pleasure to meet you.

I'd explained a little bit about the kind of magic system that's in place back home, but the rules are simple: we use what are called 'spell cards'. They're magical displays, tailored to each spellcaster. The point of them is to show off the magical ability of the caster while being nonlethal - your clothing might get a bit singed if you don't dodge something, but you won't really get hurt.

In most duels, each participant prepares three spell cards ahead of time. You're allowed to try to throw the caster off with your own magic bullets - again, the worst they'll do is leave you bruised - or use one of your own spell cards to counter any card you can't handle, but of course, that leaves you with fewer in your own arsenal. The ideal method of going about a duel back home is to dodge and weave your way through the pattern of the spell card itself, while attempting to knock the caster off-balance, while your opponent does the same. The one who does this two out of three times wins the duel.

There are all sorts of magic specialties, but I'm an elemental magician by training. I'd prepared one of my own spell cards, if you'd like to see?

[mysterical]

[Tear listened carefully to the other girl's explanation. She was sure that she understood most of it, but a demonstration of her abilities would be interesting enough to see.]

So, you've never actually had to kill anyone in a duel? I don't have that luxury, unfortunately. Fighting on my world usually means fighting to live.

However, I'd like to see what you can do.

[witchoftheweek]

Not in a duel, no. The rules were different, once, and people did die over them, on both sides. I've been fully informed of the situation here by someone that is from my own world and is been here a long time, though.

I'm fully prepared to modify what I can do as a means of self-defense. I'd prefer not to have to kill someone if I can help it, but one does what one must, in a situation like this.

[And then Patchouli grins.]

I'm a bit traditional in my methods - the five traditional elements, wood, fire, earth, metal, and water, but the sun and the moon can influence those. When they're combined, one or two or even the five traditional ones, the possibilities are fairly endless.

[She'll take a moment to fly - yes, fly - upward, well out of range of anyone that she could possibly injure with a stray bullet. Once she's settled, she starts to cast.]

Re: Open to all the Magic Training here

[etherealblast]

[Curious as he was about these artes, Fayt had come just a bit early to the field on floor 25, his sword strapped in place at his back. He'll be looking around until he spots Tear, then offering a wave to let her know yet another of the people she'd spoken to was here.]

[mysterical]

[She looked up to see Fayt walking towards her. She had expected him to show after his video on the network, but she hadn't been completely sure that anyone except for Luke and possibly Asch would show. It was a relief to find so many people willing to fight back.

When she was done with her current group, she made her way over to the blue-haired teen with a neutral expression on her face.]

I see that you made it.

[etherealblast]

I said I'd come, didn't I? [It wasn't like he had anything else to do... and his curiosity was definitely piqued. He grins slightly as he glances around again.] You've got quite a turn out.

[mysterical]

Yes, you did. I'm glad nonetheless. [She looked around with a vague sort of pride at the assembled people in the meadow.] Actually, I wasn't sure that I would really have anyone come, but so many people were interested in learning. It's been...interesting.

[etherealblast]

Well learning about how people fight in other worlds is going to interest at least a few people, right? [He shrugs but grins.] It's a pretty fascinating thing to me, anyway.

[concept_killer]

[When he arrived to the advertised floor, Satsujinki raised his hand and, with typical casualness, greeted Tear.]

Yo.

[This place was his favorite floor to spend time so he was fairly familiar with the area.]

[mysterical]

Hello.

[It was a rare moment when she wasn't helping another person, so Shiki was welcome to do whatever he wanted while she was free.]

[concept_killer]

Hopefully, I'm not intruding. I ended up not saying when I was going to stop by but uh, yeah.

...is there anyone else around?

[mysterical]

[Tear looked around at the full meadow, where groups were spread out doing different things.]

In the immediate vicinity, there's only you and I. In the meadow, it's quite full.

[concept_killer]

Good. This kind of thing can be a little unsettling to people nearby. Do you mind if I...?

[He reaches up to his bandages to finish his question.]

[fragileprophet]

[And since Ion can't really do much in the ways of non-magical combat, he drifts over to where Tear is preparing to teach magical skills. He smiles as he approaches her; it must be a bit of a relief to see someone interested to learn from her who actually is both familiar with and capable of using the seventh fonon.

If it wouldn't be too much trouble...I'd like to join in on the lessons.

[He hadn't really known much about them, but Ion had always been a bright little Fon Master. It hadn't been a terribly big leap in logic when he had seen what was taking place on the floor.]

[mysterical]

[Tear turned around at the familiar voice, a smile on her face as she took in the small frame of the Fon Master she'd known and grown to care for back on Auldrant.]

Not at all, Fon Master. I'd be delighted to help you.

[fragileprophet]

I'm glad! [If Ion had his staff with him, he'd be holding it to his chest in a delighted manner. Instead, he folds his hands in front of him.] Thank you, for giving me a chance.

[He knew his conditions were...undesirable. But Ion also knew that he had the potential to be so much more magically capable than he had been allowed. He was the Fon Master, after all.]

I've always wanted to learn more ways to harness the seventh fonon...but for obvious reasons, I was never allowed to do so in Daath. [In fact, he was sure if Anise found out what he was asking Tear to do, she'd have a fit, tell him he was going to hurt himself (which he probably would, but it was a risk he was more than willing to take). For now...he'd just have to sneak around a little bit.]

[mysterical]

[Tear can guess that Ion was held back by Van, her grandfather and Mohs, the only three who knew he was an actual replica. So, she's not surprised that he's only been taught how to access the Daathic Fonic Artes. She hates the fact that her family has basically ruled Ion's life since he was created, but she knows there's nothing she can do about it now.]

If you don't mind, Fon Master. I'd like to start small with you. I've done the same thing with Luke with some success.

[fragileprophet]

That's fine! [He didn't mind at all. And how could he, really? It made sense. And he was the one asking Tear to consider training him. It was up to her how she wanted to go about it.] Where do we begin?

oops, got here late...

[fonlines]

[As promised, Ion arrives on the floor, though a bit later than it was scheduled to begin. For a little while he wasn't sure if he was up for making the trip on his own, but when the time came he found he needn't have worried- this is a better day than most. He stands back at first, content to watch the others train, occasionally leaning against his staff while doing so.

( --Ah, so his replica is here too. )

So these are the capabilities of one of Yulia's bloodline... Oh, he knows of Van's capabilities well enough, but not of the girl who's clearly his sister. Van's sister seems much more focused on the spells and hymns aspect than the Commandant ever was, no matter how well he used them.

... Hm, should he announce his presence with an "I'm sorry I'm late?" In any case, Ion lingers around the edge of the floor with an unsure-seeming expression on his face, as if torn between something.]

No such thing, Orion.

[mysterical]

[She moves from group to group, surveying how they are handling things. Some are better than others, but since she's got a limited set of skills, she only chimes in when it's absolutely necessary.

However, there are eyes that are following her as she does so. And they aren't the familiar, warm, green eyes that she was used to, or the sour ones that she'd adjusted to having on her from time to time. No, this was someone new but not.

As she turns around, she sees another Ion standing there, leaning on his staff with eyes riveted on her ever movement. He might be smaller, younger, not quite the same, but he was definitely the Fon Master.

Slowly, she approaches him, trying to keep her expression as neutral as possible. Finally, she reaches him and gives a small smile.]

It is nice to see you are here, Fon Master. I wasn't sure that you would make it.

[Because it was definitely this Ion that contacted her over the network.]

[fonlines]

I wasn't either, so it's all right. I'm glad to have been able to make it, though I'm sorry I'm so late. [Ion replies, not without warmth. He will try to put her at ease, after all- there's no need for that now, is there?]

How have the lessons been going so far? I watched a little, but since you're here it's probably better to ask.

[mysterical]

[She looked around at the large gathering with a little spark of pride before answering the young boy's question.]

So far, it's going well. There haven't been any incidents from what I can see and I think everyone's going slowly to gauge how things will work out, which is encouraging.