The History of Magic and Its Usage Class

[The Historian]

The Historian turned around, and moved slowly back to his desk. Writing something down, he looked back up at Darah.

Poissonss.... I, ssee. Hmmm... Interesst, ing field...

Your Element, dependsss on Ssecrescy, yes? Well, then, I believe, you have chosen, the wrong, field, my dear. You are hardly, ssecret. Anyone, with any, psychic ability, within 100 feet, knowss your entire, life hisstory...

Bessides, it iss, a, deadly, game you play. Perhaps, after classs, we could disscuss it? Good. I have a pass, here from any other, classess, you may, be taking.


Now.. To another, sstudent.

Picking up a clipboard, he scrutinized each name. His face showed an assortment of emotions, from angry, dissapointment, happiness, and sadness. Finally, he landed on a good choice.

Hakfu Song... Traditional Chinese, dating back to, early Common Era? Or is it still After the Death of Jesus Christ for some? Archaic, to say the least.

Either way, I hope, that one such, as, yoursself, can perhapss, knowledge, the rest, of us on, your section, of Magic?

[Hakfu Song]

A Chinese Summoner

Looking around, he saw the newcomer, Connor, who also was late, besides himself. The G-man's response was understandable, Hakfu cursing himself for not going over the school's history the night before. But, it was amusing to know that perhaps one of the greatest religious-inspiring men of the world could've been the very thing that Christians, Jews, and all other mono-believing religious groups feared. Irony at its greatest.

His head swivelled. Leon was also in this class. He did a slight nod, as was part of his habit, and turned back to writing down notes. However.. the G-man then went onto Darah, the person he met over at Starbucks, telling her to take off her hood. A simple request. When she did though, he raised his left eyebrow, as his eyes widened slightly. Horns. Scales.

Then... suddenly... it dawned on him.

No, wait, that wasn't it. Where the hell did 'G-man having a Wonderful Time' come from..?... Actually, for that matter, the G-man..

...

Shaking his head slightly, he decided to ignore it, but his eyes slipped to Darah every now and then. She was young.. and, not to be a pedophile, if it wasn't for the scales... she'd look rather nice. He debated within himself whether or not to feel pity. Damn his empathy! On one hand, to pity would be to fulfill his inate desire to feel sorry for this poor girl. On the other, it was possibly a feeling that she wanted to avoid from others and what not.

In turn, he just kept silent, even as she spoke her (if somewhat shaky) piece about how she was a venomancer, and how that worked out. Why did the G-man pick her first, though? And his end-comments were slightly harsh.. But, he didn't have enough time to ponder this to himself, as the Historian then went onto him.

Traditional Chinese, yea... he was full-blooded. He closed his eyes for a little.. then, Hakfu nodded as part of habit, again, and opened his eyes, beginning slowly.

".. Sir, yes, around that time period of the Death of Jesus Christ. As for my.. 'section' of magic.."

"..."

He was a summoner, right? But.. his summon fed on his soul to maintain its corperol form, and he was required to make a blood tribute on a tarot card. So, was he a warlock? But his spells were very contradictory of a warlock. So.. what was..

His fingers slowly slid onto the papers and off again, as he thought this to himself, remaining quiet for a slight moment. Really shouldn't take up too much time, though. Hakfu coughed into his hand, looking into the G-man's eyes.

"Sir, I'm a variant of the standard 'Summoner' class, as is heralded by my Clan, and more so, because of my own variation on my Clan's variation. A close relative of 'Warlock' spells, I guess, sir. Possibly a blood-summoning variant."

His eyes went down to the table, still in thought as in how to word this. Frowning a little, he nodded to himself, as he began again.

"Sir..Eh... I say relative, because my variation (unlike my clan's) feeds on my soul to maintain corperol form, but, I do not summon demons. I summon a single being, or deity, known as a 'Protoss', that comes in three variations. I cannot use magic on my own, because of this specific pact I made with this specific 'Protoss', and I need the full energy to maintain its corperol form at any rate."

His hands went up to his eyes, as he rubbed them a little. He was certain that this was going to bore someone, there was just too bloody much to tell.

I summon it by putting my blood in the symbol of summoning on a blank tarot card, it comes into existence in this world, and then using my father's 'Ceremonial Fan' to dictate what it should do, although it permits itself to have a little mind of its own. In contrast, my family only used painted tarots and wordology. But the reason that I differentiate myself from being a Warlock is that Warlocks, except for special exceptions of course, use only completely destructive powers and can use their own spells. For myself... I have a number of supportive spells as well as offensive spells... so, I'd just consider myself a Summoner Variant. I could go on.. but I'm afraid of boring the students any further, as its essentially a lot of technical key ideas that are minor ones that conglomerate into a much larger one."

Looking around, he could swear that this was just nothing of any interest to them. He didn't even make mention that it was the only summon he had, that he was constantly studying spells, even ones he knew his summons couldn't use, just to know them, nor make mention that it was just the mental image that the Protoss from what far away universe in who-knows-where, that used its own mind, in bondage with its 'summoner' to bring 'itself' to this far away plane of the universe.

Nodding his head, he moved sideways, so as to sit back in his chair, certain that he was he had done a satisfactory job explaining.. in turn, he looked up, and played began writing down some symbols and hand movements, as they came to him, making up something, waiting to take notes on the next person who spoke. His mind drifted again to Darah, then to Leon, and finally, Connor, of whom he had no idea who he was. A newer student, he supposed, but then, he himself had only been here about four weeks now.

[The Historian]

The Historian nodded... He listened to everything Hakfu had said, easily recording it for his 'contractors' for later use.

When he was done, he seemingly tried to escape the conversation by writing things.

Ssso... What you, are saying, is that if I, sssomehow, got THROUGH, your Sssumon, I could easily, kill you?

Interesting...

You, should focus, on ssome strengthening, and dessstructive, spellss. Do thiss, as your homework...

He went back, wrote on his notepad, and then looked up...

Connor... Explain, YOUR magic abilitiessss....

[Lienn~]

Late, she was late. And not even in the 5-minutes-after-class-begins-late..it was more like 15. It wasn't her fault, exactly, as she didn't know she was even taking the class until it was too late. She hastily scribbled her name down on the sign up list:

5) Lienn

Small class, she thought, and with one glance at the teacher, she had a vague impression why. The man was ancient. Raising an eyebrow questioningly, she took a seat in the third row and mumbled a quick appology, clearing her throat lightly.

"Ahem, um, sorry sir.."

[Connor]

Connor had began to let his mind drift while Hakfu had began to talk was quickly snapped back into reality by the fact that the teacher had just called on him to explain his magical abilities. Connor took a quick look around the room. He saw Darah and the scales and horns but was not taken aback. He turned back to the Historian.

"Ummm...yes my magic well it's pretty unique it's a kind of elementalism. I only work with four of the nine possible elements and I myself have no magical abilities besides the fact that I can activate the powers of the sword but anyone in my family line can do that. As for the sword itself it houses the powers of four ancient demons. They were fire ice wind and earth. If I touch one of the symbols and say the name of the proper demon I activate that demons power"

[The Historian]

The door opened and shut before Connor could speak. Before she even sat.

Miss Lienn... Please sit. I will get to you... You alsso, have detention, after class.

Turning back to Connor, he listened.

Ssso. A Elementalissm. Interesting.

Meaning, that none of your spells can detract any Ranged, attacks? Your are basically dead, if someone shoots a gun at you? Hmmm... We will work on this...

Ms. Lienn... please, explain YOUR magic ability...

[Lienn~]

Detention? Ugh..She resisted the urge to roll her eyes. But she deserved it, if only he hadn't said it in that irritating manner. In fact his whole speech pattern seemed a bit irritating, she tried not to twitch each time he prolonged his s's. She glanced back up at him when he called on her, faltering slightly.

"Oh, um, my ability. I'm telekinetic, which is basically self-explanitory, but I've also..kind of..stumbled upon astral projection. I'm not really good at it because it's pretty new to me..hence why I'm here."

She paused for a moment, thinking..

"Actually I really don't know what category the latter would fall under.."

Her explanation sucked, and she knew it. She fell silent, leaning back in her seat, her large circular earrings jingling slightly as she did so, waiting to see what would happen. She hated being put on the spot like that, but she would get over it.

[The Historian]

The Priest nodded again...

*These students are all helpless. Its no wonder they are here... Jesus Christ!*

Indeed... So, you are, helplesss, unlesss, you've got, a, protector?

Hmm...

Okay... Students, we all know, that Magic is the, backbone, of this academy. It is supported through Aeromancy, which I'm, glad, that none of you, practice.

Myself? I use very little, magic. As you can see, everything, in this room, is technology. I'm, a Technomancer, of sortssss.

Besides, the point. You each, are weak. Horribly, horribly weak, at your, field of magic.

So... Firstly, we will, learn an offensive spell, called, the Firebolt. It, is easy to learn.

First, hold your palm to the sky. Yes, I know, there isss a cieling, just hold it up.

Nextly, utter the words,

'Infernos, Supportus, Magicos,
Indeferos, Metheros!'

Upon succession, a bolt of fire, more or lesss, an orb, shall form, in your hand. THis is the most, basssic, of all offensssive, spellsss.

Try now. DO NOT, fire it. I will, be forscedd, to take acctionss...

[Connor]

Connor listened intently to his teacher as he talked of how weak they were. Connor knew he was weak but he did not want to admit it, but the truth could not be denied they were very very weak. Connor wanted desperately to change that so when he heard that they would be learning offensive spells he perked up and sat up straight. Connor he heard the instructions and followed them to the letter.
"Infernos, Supportus, Magicos,
Indeferos, Metheros"
A small ball of fire instantly appeared in Connors hand. Connor was both amazed and thoroughly pleased with himself.

[Leon]

Leon guessed he was lucky not to have been called on to explain himself, which he was glad for since he didn't rally talk much anyways. So he listened carefully to the next set of instructions. Fire? He was teaching fire? Leon had seen Nina do something with her magic over fire, but for himself to use the spell? Ok he would do it, but only for this class, he did not like fire, and was not interested in the magic. So he pulled his right arm over the desk and pointed his palm up.

"'Infernos, Supportus, Magicos,
Indeferos, Metheros!"

as he was told it seemed slowly, but surely a spark had erupted a small bolt of fire in his hand, that went out almost as soon as he formed it. Leon raised an eye brow and did it again with alittle more to his words than he usuelly did. And once again the spark summoned the bolt and there it was, he would only hold it there until the teacher said otherwise, because thats as far as the instructions he had been givin where.

[Lienn~]

Lienn scowled at the teachers comment. A protector? Sure she was weak, but she didn't think she needed someone following her about, 'protecting' her every move. Pah. And as for completely helpless, she doubted that, thinking of the broad bladed dagger currently holstered at her shin. She silently shot proverbial daggers at the old critic with her eyes before he began spouting instructions to them. She wasn't a spellcaster, as far as she knew at least, so she was a bit hesitant in following his dictation. But she didn't want another detetion on top of the one she already had, so pointing her palm to the ceiling she repeated slowly..

"Infernos, Supportus, Magicos,
Indeferos, Metheros."

She almost cringed as she said the last word, but like the old man had said, a small orb of fire appeared in her hand. At first she almost freaked out...fire! But upon further inspection she realized that it wasn't unbearably hot. It flickered slightly in her hand as she lost concentration, but upon refocusing her thoughts, it steadied itself. True, her fire ball was significantly weaker than the rest of the students', though one student's ball had gone out momentarily so she didn't feel too bad about it. Wide ashen eyes glanced back up at the teacher for further instructions, as she had no idea what she was supposed to do with it.

[The Historian]

The Historian looked around, seeing the wide-eyed children concentrate on the ball of fire. It was a clever ploy, using something so arcane as fire, which has garnered Human attention for years, to get the children hooked on magic.

Damn easily persuaded kids.

Gooood. Now, With upmost care, and conscentration, launch the ball, into the cieling. It will, disspersse, against it, as I have, a, spell, in place, as do most rooms, that dispells magic....

Try now, please.

[Darah]

Darah was mad. Darah was pissed. Worse than pissed, she was infuriated. Half the time she just wanted to strike at the old man with her claws. The only thing stopping her was the fact that he was a teacher and they were in class. Just wait until she catches him outside of Arcane Academy or Babylos, she'll rip his ancient innards inside out. How dare he? Saying something so insulting about her profession. What right did he have to say what sort of magic type Darah chose. Darah knew, of course, that a psychic could tell that her element was poison but Darah had back ups for that if such a thing happened. It was a common knowledge that psychics had that ability. Was Historian a teacher just to teach students what the whole world of magic already knows?

Historian mentioned something about discussing the matter of her elemental type further after class with him. Something about she being in the poison field was dangerous. No duh. She knew that but what did she have to care? She was immune to her own poisons. She'll show him. She'll show Historian just how dangerous her poisons can be and he would even be lucky enough to find out first hand. After that, Darah would like to see how much Historian wants to discuss with her when he's lying all over the floor in pieces, his intestines out in the open for people to see.

Historian finally took his attention of Darah and focused on Hakfu Song, the person whom Darah recognized as the asian pimp daddy without cash nor bling. Poor pimpy... To be probed into by Historian. Darah wondered how the pedophile felt. Hakfu was pretty open about his magic type though and explained a lot. Too much for his own good perhaps. Darah thought. Or maybe Hakfu is just trying to show off, thinking that his spells are unbelievably strong and it won't make a difference if people found out about them.

From Hakfu's yapping about himself, Darah learnt that he was one of those fancy card tossers. A little different though because instead of elemental bolts flying out of the cards, Hakfu made little green men come out. And he sort of had to share his life force with the 'protoss' or whatever it was. The thingamajiggy. Very... interesting? Hardly. But Darah seriously considered challenging Hakfu to a fight down by the training grounds. Just to see to what extent of power he and his merry men had.

Enter Historian with once again another critisism, this time to Hakfu. Although it was nothing to do with her, Darah considered very strongly killing the old geezer right now before he insults anymore of his students. However Darah was too late as Historian picked out his next victim, a student named Connor.

Just then, before Connor could speak, the door of the class opened and Darah looked to see a girl, older than her, enter. Historian turned to face this new entry to his class... and gave her detention. What on earth? Darah had been in Arcane Academy for a long time now. She could recognize most of the students there but she didn't recognize this girl, meaning that she was probably a new student. This could well have been her first class and Historian was already ruining her school record by giving her detention? How unjust was that? She could have possibly lost her way in the big school of magic. That's it, Historian had to be a demon. Darah was sure of it. He was too much of an *ssh*le to be a human being.

Connor still continued talking despite the interuption of the class. Why does he still want to yap even though Historian could have possibly forgotten about him with the distraction of the new girl. Didn't he see what happened to Darah and Hakfu? Didn't he hear the critisism which made Darah ever so want to claw Historian's eyes out? Well, he got what he deserved by opening his bigmouth. Boom! Another critisism by Historian. Next target? The new girl: Lienn.

Lienn had the ability of telekinesis. The exact type of magic which Historian had said could ruin her. This girl could be a possible threat, but for now Darah didn't mind her presence at all. In fact, it was nice to have another female in this class filled with testosterone and an old geezer who should be six feet under by now. Other than telekinesis, Lienn also had something which Darah did not understand one bit. Astral Projection. Darah thought that perhaps it had to do with moving something or creating images from the word projection. She'll have to ask Lienn sometime. For Lienn, Historian threw in a bad remark too. Man, was he on a roll to lower people's self esteem. As if that wasn't enough, Historian threw in a comment that the whole class was weak. She was sooo going to have to claw the life out of Historian's old heart.

Time for some actual learning. Historian was going to teach a spell. It was some sort of fireball spell and it used wordology. Pathetic... Wordology is perhaps the most useless sort of magic type there was. One would have to take type to utter incantations and could be easily stopped halfway with a distraction. The only upside was that anyone could use it since all it required was breath to utter the spells.

As a student of the class, Darah played her role well and blabbed the incantation out. In her right hand a small ball of fire immediately formed. Darah was right. This was a useless spell. Unless this ball of fire had the potential to explode like a grenade upon impact, it wouldn't be of any use to anyone except as a torch. Darah couldn't wait for the go to test out this spell as she looked at the ball of fire in her hand with pity. Perhaps if the velocity of which this fireball could fly at was high, it could be of some use to Darah in the future as a small distraction. It was certainly too small to do any good damage other than some minor burns.

Historian finally gave the go to launch the fireball, but at the ceiling. It was a good thing for him to remember adding that last part because otherwise Darah would have been the first to throw the little fireball at him. For all that Darah could tell, perhaps some of the students would join her. Darah pulled her arm back and swung the fire ball at the ceiling with all her might, in the way a pitcher would throw his baseball. The overall speed was unimpressive to Darah and she simply watched as the fire ball dispersed as it neared the ceiling.

Hmph... Useless... Is this all we can learn from this class? Circus tricks? Unimpressive at the least bit.

[Lienn~]

Lienn was slightly pleased to see that the other students were miffed about the historian's blanant criticisms, and wasn't the only one taking offense. The other female in the class seemed to be just controlling her fury in the hopes of remaining civil in a classroom. She felt of a pang of appreciation for their common emotion toward the infuriating historian. She merely blinked, though, when the hostorian told them to launch the fireball at the ceiling. Hadn't he just told them not to fire it? She quirked an eyebrow before turning her attention back to her fireball.

Well, she'd made it this far. Watching the fireball flicker precariously in her hand, she pondered her next move. Launch it? How? She though for a moment, bottom lip between pearly whites, until she decided that treating it as if she were mentally moving a solid object would be the best approach, if you could even call it that. It was a good place to start at any rate. She moved her hand in an upward motion, but relying more on her mind than her body to propel the fire. Once it left her hand, however, it simply evaporated, for lack of a better description. Was that what was supposed to happen? She thought, tilting her head to the side, a confused look on her face. Mister Historic-era himself had said that the ceiling would disperse it, but her ball had still been a good distance away when it disintegrated.

Frowning, she looked at the empty air where her ball had disappeared before changing a glance at the other students to see how they faired. Darah used more physical force to propel hers, which could probably explain why hers actually reached the ceiling. Lienn's frown deepened the slightest fraction. Well at least it wasn't bad for a first try, but she could almost expect more criticisms from the old man for it.

[Connor]

Connor smiled with grim delight he smiled as he looked upon the orb of fire that now lay in his Haydn's. Now the historian had told him to fire. Connor had overlooked the contradiction to what the Historian had just said earlier. Connor pointed his arm straight up at the ceiling, he then cock it back hi arm was now a a right angle and then Connor thursted forward with all his might. He marveled as he watched the fireball fly out his hands and rocket towards the ceiling . When Connor saw it his he was disappointed. There was no explosion or sparks or even merely a few embers it just dissipated.