Post by The Historian on Jun 16, 2006 13:46:53 GMT -5
The Historian smiled. The students were getting a grasp of it, but not well enough... So, he decided he would show them how.
SStudentss, pleasse, pay attention, to me...
As he said this, a fireball erupted in his hands, three times the size of any of the other students. Holding his hand upward, with his palm facing out. The fireball rested in his hands.
Then, using a small amount of mental force,
Propellos, Magnificous, Stripandous!
The ball shot upward at incredible speeds. it shattered aginst the cieling, the shield itself flickering in and out of life, before it finally gave out. Small amounts of plaster rained down from the concussion.
Focusing once more, a glimmering sheem of a shield replaced what the old one was.
A simple propelling spell. Of course, with decades of practice... mine iss, quite, potent, if you, will?
Please, try now. Same, Fire Spell. Launch it anywheres, now, preferably, NOT, at other students. The shield's will hold...
The Historian wrote something down, then looked up. He was standing in front of his desk, smack dab in the exact middle of each wall. He had his hand's behind his back. He watched.
Lienn almost growled..he hadn't told them the second part of the spell thing, of COURSE his would be better. Gritting her teeth, she slowly counted to ten to regain her composure. No other human being alive has ever made her this frusterated, as she normally let it roll off her. But this bugger had a way to get under your sssskin.
Taking a deep breath, she repeated the incantation to form the fireball in her hand. She started for a moment, realizing the loop hole in what he'd said. Don't shoot it at other students, but he had left himself up for grabs. Annoying as he was, he was still a teacher and there would be definete repercussions...unless it was accidental...
She turned her gaze on Darah, who she'd noticed was angry at him too, wondering if she'd caught the lapse as well, quirking an eyebrow at her.
A second thought occured to her: This was utterly vile. These thoughts and ideas she found herself thinking to inflict on this poor, old, decrepit man. But he was more or less asking for it. With conflicting thoughts, she continued her questioning look at Darah.
As Darah could have guessed all along, the fireball was nothing more than fireworks. Absolutely harmless. Burn a piece of paper, sure. Roast marshmallows? No problem. This spell could do it all except hurt somebody, which to Darah may as well have been practically useless.
Darah focused her attention back onto Historian. The old fart was saying something again. What is it this time, you twit? Darah asked silently in her mind. Are you gonna teach us how to defrost a chicken using magic now? Darah watched as Historian cast the same spell again, the one good for nothing except to perhaps light a cigerette or something. He wanted the class to pay attention to him as he started uttering a new spell. Darah listened and watched thinking Ah, perhaps this time the fireball would become an infernal grenade!
Haha... Keep dreaming, Darah. Historian simply shot the ball upwards at the ceiling. Upon impact of the ball hitting the ceiling, the shield preventing the class from catching fire flickered slightly before going out completely. It was a nice trick. Instead of pitching a baseball on fire normally, you make it a fast ball. Then shatter a weak shield with the extra momentum. Historian should be doing magic tricks to little kids of age below twelve, not the teenagers of his class whom all probably thought he was nothing but an old geezer.
Darah was glaring at Historian. Even though the spell was still a complete waste of time, why couldn't have Historian taught them the whole package all at once. Darah could have handled it, and so could the rest of the class from the looks of it. Darah looked around the class to see how the others were reacting to Historian's teachings. Her eyes caught the gaze of Lienn, the other girl in the class. The one who could perhaps read her mind? Most likely.
Darah was trying to study Lienn. She was surprise Lienn did not gag upon looking at her. Like Darah, Lienn didn't look too pleased with Historian. Darah wondered what Lienn's reason was for the dislike of their teacher. Who knows? There was a lot about him not to like.
Then, at last. The go. The green light to cast the spell and try it. Historian said not to throw it at the students and that the shields would hold against whatever the students threw at them. But you see, Historian left out a few crucial points. Before, he had given a direct order to throw the fireball at the ceiling. This time, he didn't say where to throw the ball at, nor did he say not to throw it at him. So... since no rules were set against it... Darah looked over at Lienn again to let the other girl catch the gleam in her eyes.
Propellos, Magnificous, Stripandous!
Darah threw the ball of fire with great velocity at Historian with a loud "Oops!"
Post by The Historian on Jun 19, 2006 16:28:00 GMT -5
The Historian only smiled. Not only had he heard what both girls were thinking, he wasn't at all suprised that both had thought the same exact thing.
Darah, went first, as was expected.
The fireball flew harshly toward him, singing the air. Moving one hand away from his back, his hand passed in front of him, and the ball slowed to a stop, not but 2 inches from his face. He stared at it, a look of pure disappointment etched across his figure. The fireball only hung there, momentarilly at a standstill.
With one finger, he flicked it back. It seared towards Darah, 10x the speed it flew at him. It crashed into the desk behind her, thankfully, the entire thing was like a college lecture hall, and it smashed into a wall.
Post by Hakfu Song on Jun 19, 2006 21:05:59 GMT -5
It's A Curse, I'm Afraid.. (Literally)
Despite his age, he felt fairly self-aware of himself. That was definetly... too long of an explanation, but, what could he do? It was just so.. so damned complicated. He kept on going over the hand movements in his mind on various spells.. he would've loved to be able to use them, but..
The G-man wasted no time. His criticisms were harsh, but.. how was he to explain that that's why he could only summon? Hell, if he tried to use a spell, sure, it could work.. but then, what if a backlash..? Connor was the next victim. An elementalist, eh?.. Noting this, he scribbled it down as well, onto his own pieces of paper. So far.. he had a minimal profile information on Darah, Leon, Jyo, and now, Connor. A sword activated elementalist, though, that was fairly amazing. Hakfu could barely help but raise an eyebrow of interest at this, but Connor was soon shot down by the G-man. Bullets. Gah, it never failed.. although, if Connor learned how to utelize his sword well enough, in combination with his spells.. it wouldn't matter anymore if he was using a sword or not, simply by compensation.
Deep in thought, as he wrote down this idea, some spell ideas, and other things, he jumped from his seat, when the doors opened up again. A young girl named Lienn.. but, even for the first day, the G-man showed his ferocity as a teacher. Dention. Damn.. fairly harsh for a first time offense, and on the first day of class as well. Understandble why, in a technical sense, as it would supposedly be the responsibility of the student, but, humanistically.. it lacked logic and empathy in understanding a possibility of running late for good reason. In all, it was best not to say anything, as there were just too many ways to argue with himself, and he was not in the mood to contradict himself several times over.
His forefinger and his thumb went to the bags under his eyes, rubbing them in tiredly. Scribbling, writing, he again made notes of his surroundings, his head usually deep in thought, staring in a strained matter at his papers, popping up for a minute or two to see what was going on. Lienn's explanation over her telekentic powers sucked, and by the looks of it, she knew it. But as always, Hakfu took pity on his compatriot student. Was she new here? She was.. right? He didn't recall seeing her around, but, it was possible that she was one of those people he hadn't noticed.. to avoid further frustrations, he dismissed it by shaking his head quietly to himself. The G-man's criticisms, by now, had become something he had come to expect, but, when he went onto the spells next, Hakfu silently panicked in confusion.
Why had he missed Leon? The proffesor had suddenly gone onto magic spells! Crap! His pencil began to become quicker and sloppier, determined to copy it all down, and to correct the spelling errors later on.
Wait.. they had to cast the spell? Themselves? Hakfu was certain he had ment they themselves, not his summon.. oh shit.
He stood up, hearing others already mention the spell, his eyes glued to the palm of his hand. How was he going to be able to do this without a summon? But... he was almost a spell caster. Even if he was cursed, what would go wrong if he tried using a spell, using on himself? It would surely be fine if he did it only on the rare occassion, right?..
Slowly, he held his hand out, his eyes closed, just repeating the incanation over and over again in his mind. Ignore the others, just do it.
He couldn't help but stop. Sudden pain had just slid into the tips of his fingers. Hissing air inwardly, he froze for a little bit. He was a twenty-seven year old man, wearing his father's flowery summoning robes, in a classroom filled with new students, and a man who was definetly more powerful then he appeared. It was just obvious.. this man... he just wasn't normal. Breathing in and out slowly, not making a sound, he shook off the residue of shock, as the curse's magic backlash had begun to subside. Time to begin again.
What he felt was anger. But it wasn't his own. Kai's fire had begun to surge through his veins. Anger. Fire. Burn. His body was on fire, his mind was on fire, his soul was on fire, everything about him was on fire. He wanted to destroy, he wanted to roar, he wanted to rip them all apart, anything, just to end the pain, the scorching of his soul. His whole body quivered uncontrollably, his mind almost shutting down on him. Dammit. He would not give in! No!
Kai.. you will let me use this.
[glow=red,2,300].."... You did not ask me. You violate the contract, though I am still bound to you. Suffer the repricussions, but, I will let you use it."...[/glow]
A ball of fire came into being, in Hakfu's grasp, as Hakfu collapsed into his chair. He held it there, feeling incredibly drained. It required him to use so much energy.. Looking around, he felt shamed, hoping no one would notice him, trying to control his breathing, to make it look as though he was just sitting with that ball of fire in his hands. Even when he was told to fire, he did not, still recovering from the immense strain.. everyone shot up. Some just flickered slightly over the ceiling's shield.
Finally, the G-man just smiled, showing them the second part of the spell. Clever. Teach the basic first, then, teach the more advanced portion of it. A practice in wordology, a wonderful refresher class, but.. eh. The logic behind not teaching them the secondary part was probably the fact of concern the G-man had over the possible 'incompetence' that this class held. However, the frustrations of the class was definetly against him. Darah had taken the initiative against G-man, with a large 'oops'. Dammit, no!
The G-man stopped the speeding fireball to a halt, and then flicked it back, a huge crash heard behind them. Unable to even shake his head, he decided even against sighing. Grandmasters were, in general, old. So were leaders with most experiance, and in magic, the older you were, generally, the more you knew, and how to wield it well... the G-man was not some pushover, nor would he have been given the job, unless he had greater powers then some students.
But now, it was his turn to use the spell.. gulping a little more audibly then he had hoped for.. he held out his hand, and pointed it at the ceiling.
Just do it quick.
"Propellos, Magnificous, Stripandous!"
The fireball launched upwards with such an eruption from his hand, it pushed him back to the ground, as he felt something in his knee click. Too much energy in the spell.. He was falling down in slow motion. As he crashed to the ground, he watched, as gravity's throw launched him back up, making him cough up saliva over himself. Dammit. But his eyes made open, despite the sudden shock of pain crashing over his back.. his spell had splashed over the ceiling's shield.. definetly way too much energy then the spell was intended to have. As he came back down on the rebound, he lay there for a while, annoyed, and hurting. Just a few more moments... come on, damn you.
From the G-man's point of view, he could see Hakfu getting an arm back onto his desk, pulling himself up, before brushing himself off, in a weak attempt to regain his composure.
OOC: Ah.. done. Not much, but done.
Last Edit: Jun 21, 2006 21:16:18 GMT -5 by Hakfu Song
Lienn was confused. Standing there with the fireball still flickering in her hand, she tilted her head at the historian in front of them. Had he wanted them to throw them at him? Apparently so, because he didn't seem too angry when Darah had, and he had simply stopped it without too much effort on his behalf. If this was something else the old loon was trying to teach them, he definetely had a strange method of doing so.
She considered the flaming orb in her hand. She didn't like being a follower, and if Darah hadn't been able to even make the historian flinch, who's to say that she could make an impact?
And then she remembered the words he had said to them before they had even begun this exercise. "You are all weak." Weak? So they weren't as brilliant as the great historian, but if they were really as helpless as he seemed to think they were, they wouldn't be here in the first place. And they were here. Narrowing her eyes angrily, she repeated the propelling spell he had spoken.
"Propellos, Magnificous, Stripandous"
The fireball left her hand at lightning speed, shattering against the wall just a fraction above the historian's head. The shield held, and dispersed the magic, but it was still enough to leave a large scorch mark behind him. So she didn't have the heart to throw it directly at him, but the conditioned reverance for ones elders and scholars kept her from doing so. Stupid morals, she would have to work on it.