Post by Austin/Aisling on Jul 10, 2006 17:26:28 GMT -5
Cue double jaw drop. Whoa..who exactly was this guy? He was right to say that the first spell seemed 'unconventional,' but being an enchanter, Aisling was used to temporarily changing the properties and appearance of things, and Austin, being an elementalist (with metal as one of his favorite elements), was almost bouncing in his seat as he watch the demonstration.
Whoa! WHOA!! HOW COOL!!!!!
Stop yelling in my head!!! You're giving me a headache!
Aisling glanced down at the paper on the desk, reading about the spell they were performing at the front of the class, glancing back up again as three other people crashed into the room, pumping their fists in the air and shouting the mandatory utterance proudly. Wow, this insanity was contagious...yet not unpleasant. The brown haired girl couldn't help but gasp in amazement as the desk splintered effortlessly, Austin was practically drooling.
Post by The Helper on Jul 11, 2006 18:11:39 GMT -5
YOU LITTLE PUNKS!!
"O-NIII-RAAAAAAA..." came the professor's suddenly heated voice as the dust began to dissipitate from the now completely destroyed, Winklewood's eyes bulging, as he was practically foaming at the mouth, staring at the destruction of his desk, his face contorted into what would be the resembelence of a cute, but evil little gnome. "DO YOU HAVE ANY IDEA WHAT YOU'VE JUST DONE!?" His arms were flailing, waving around, mostly towards the desk to add emphasis, the veins in his eyes growing larger. "YOU'VE A THOUSAND YEAR OLD, FOUR-OF-A-KIND DESK, A YEAR'S WORTH OF PAPERWORK, BILLS, TAXES, ALL MY PORNO MAGAZINES AND A LIFETIME COLLECTION OF PORNO TAPES, NOT TO MENTION ALL OF THE VIDEOS OF CUTE NAKED GIRLS TAKING SHOWERS THAT I BRIBED FROM THE SHADY SECURITY GUY JUST THIS MORNING..." Jetting down, his left foot crushed into the carpet, as he brought forth his right foot, bringing out his right arm in a sudden widely-ranged punch, "YOU'RE SO GONNA GET IT..." his fist tightened up so quickly that veins could be seen popping from his arm, and then punching into the air, just stopping right before Onira's face, quickly pivoting into a very large thumbs up, with an even crazier smile on Winklewood's face, "...A extra credit (EXP) point, that is, for such a superb display of the 'Metal Hair Attack'. Your hair is a freaking deadly weapon, my friend." Smoothing back his own head, he patted Onira on the shoulder, with an ordinary smile. "You can go back to your seat now... Everyone else! Perform the 'Metal Hair Attack' on your own desks now!" Winklewood said, as he snapped his fingers, the description of the 'Metal Hair Attack' suddenly appearing on everyone's blank papers.
"This is for participation points, people, let's see you destroy your desks!" as he slowly backed up, against the board that was behind his former desk, sliding it open to one side, revealing a whole set of the 210 pound desks. Taking a look back at them, he pointed towards his arm. "If your hair isn't long enough, try your arm hair. Much easier to use then hair, all you have to do is fill it up with energy, and it'll stand on end on its own." Smacking his hands together, he spit on them, rubbing them together, possibly for some good luck. A few doors opened, a stuttering boy speaking, but Winklewood was preoccupied, as he gripped the new desk, from inside his board-housing, and lifted it with semi-ease, slowly re-adjusting it, as he pulled it out, whirling around violently, and let it drop with a 'CLACK' on the carpet floor, where the remains of his former desk was. Pulling out his chair, he took to it, with zeal, propping up his legs onto his desk, as he pulled out a drawer, flipping out a porno, reading it with interest, his face completely enshrouded by the suggestible pictures on its cover. His eyebrows raised, behind the magazine, as he slowly put it down, his nose suddenly runny with blood. Sniffing in heavily, he sucked it back in, and patted himself down. That could wait 'till later. Devilish grin. Looking back at his desk, looking at the exactly identical looking desk, with the exact-same looking computer on it, he smiled. "..For those of you wondering, yes, I do keep a few spare, in my classroom, just for such ocassions." as he suddenly took a few strides to where (if memory served him correctly, he had been studying up on the names of the participants, the girls in particular..) Xeryth sat. "Well, well, my sexy, but tardy beast, welcome to the classroom! Since today's the first day, I'll let you off the hook for now, but next time it happens, I want to hear you raise your fist in the air a second time, and cry out, "G-G-G-G-G-G-G-G-G-G-G-UNIT!"" as he proceeded to do exactly as he did, calming down, he smirked at Xeryth, who apparently was asking to catch up from Phoebe. Lucky dog. "..And no, it's not because I'm a complete fan of rap, but because that would be awesome." Sniggering to himself as he tapped his fingers on Xeryth's desk, a paper appeared, with the instructions for the 'Metal Hair Attack' appeared, with Xeryth's name in the right-hand corner, he walked away, to the other tardy, Junpei, a promising student of the dark arts. Smiling encouragingly, he nodded to Junpei, suddenly kneeling by his desk, his left arm on on the top of the desk, as he rested his head on it. "As for you, Mr. I'm-Also-Sexy-But-I'm-Still-Tardy Beast, everyone's doing the 'Metal Hair Attack'" which he promptly followed up by making the paper appear in a 'poof' on Junpei's desk, smiling at him interested, as he walked back up, back to his desk, bending his neck sideways, taking turns on both sides, audible 'cracks' being heard throughout the classroom. He waited a few minutes for the classroom to finish their 'Metal Hair Attacks', taking note on their performance..
* * * The Following Is After You All Post Doing Your Metal Hair Attacks * * *
"Okay class, you're going to learn four more spells... in which order is at your choosing." said Winklewood, as he returned from the restroom, a satisfied look on his face, his porno magazine held high up in the air in triumph. Throwing it on the top of the desk, he held out his arms, flexing his right arm, as he went on, staring at them, again with a crazy look of enthusiasm, saying, "So... do you want to learn how to pummel back your friends back to health, with holy fist magic?" as his whole right arm began to glow an awesome light that was almost blinding, but warmth seemed to be given off from it, quickly letting it stop glowing, to cover his right eye with his right hand's two forefingers, closing his right eye dramatically, as a sudden gust of wind appeared in front of it, with a ghostly eyeball floating, looking around, interested, suddenly flying through the air, through certain people, between the legs of Onira, up the dress of Phae, and down the back, and down the pants of Austin, with minimal chance of them noticing. "Or maybe the 'Vvanderwell's Eye of Wind'? Or maybe a various, but temporary psychic ability, or weapon-summoning spell, or perhaps even how to do something really silly, but possibly funny?" he said, his hands up in the air, his shoulders shrugged, a good-natured laugh on the tip of his tongue. "It's all up to you guys. VOTE!"
Post by Tormaigh MacRagallach on Jul 11, 2006 18:59:49 GMT -5
That's something I never thought of doing before... Torm thinks with an inwards sigh of relief as the zany professor and Onira demonstrate the Metal Hair Attack. This is something I can handle. In his personal casting fashion, he pictures in his mind's eye threads of the Metal and twines them about each other, and weaves in a few strands of Spirit for good measure.
"I got it!" Torm shouts, and reaches a pair of fingers up and pulls. He can feel all eyes on him as he pulls a glowing strand like the Professor's from his left nostril. Without pausing, he shouts, "METASHARTHOS!!!" and whips the strand down onto his own desk, which splinters immediately, much like Onira and Winklewood had done moments before. "Yess!" Unsure of what to do about his now demolished desk, Torm simply remains where he is, watching the others' casting.
---After the practicing---
"My vote goes for the holy fist spell. Ask your doctor if Getting-Bashed-In-The-Face is right for you! You'll get hit so hard, your ancestors will rise from the dead! A punch a day keeps the doctor away!" Torm continues to spout bad healing-punch puns as the voting continues.
Onira didn't think he could feel any worse. He should have broken a diferent desk. Should have gone back to his and broken it. But no, he was too hasty and had trashed all of the teacher's stuff. Now, a fist was coming ever closer to his face, and he knew he deserved it. However, apparently not. The knuckles stopped short, leaving Onira to look at them curiously. They then turned and revealed quite big thumbs up.
Onira returned the gesture, probably over-exentuating it juuuuuuust a little. However, then he looked to the desk. He knew what he should do. He was about to place his hands on it to fix it, but as he was moving towards the desk, the teacher, through a a series of movements, clacks, and clicks, had withdrawn yet another desk, that looked exactly like his other one.
Onira made his way back to his desk, deciding not to moonwalk this time. It seemed the voting had begun, and Onira already knew his choice. Everyone probably already did.
"I VOTE FOR THE FUNNY ONE!"
He raised his fist high. Not really for a purpose, just to add emphasis. It just felt right.
"Remember, it's not the size of the post that matters, it's how big your penis is."
"Here we see two average Arcane Academy students."
Post by Austin/Aisling on Jul 12, 2006 10:51:01 GMT -5
Aisling jumped, looking like she was going to fall out of her seat when the teacher turned into an outrage at what he had specifically told Onira to do, along with the repeditive use of the word 'porno.' And then to turn right around again and give him extra credit...? Was this guy mentally sound? She had a sudden interest in how interviews for employment went, and what the criteria was.
Plucking a solitary hair from her precious brunette head she held it in front of her and repeated the spell he had recited to them.
She brought the now sharp metallic object (it wasn't exactly a hair anymore was it?) down at her desk, and it promptly shattered. The desk that is. A satisfied grin formed on her lips at this. Woo.
Austin, not wasting any heroics on a single strand of hair, decided to enchant his entire head. Being a metal elementalist, he could do exactly that.
He yelled, his hair standing on end and turning a dangerous looking silver color. He then brought his altered cranium to meet his desk, thus pulverizing the wood. Sweettt...
Hmmm, now for the second spell. Austin was torn between pummeling your friends to health and something incredibly funny that he wouldn't tell them exactly what. On one hand you've got the elemnt of not knowing, and the other you can beat up your friends to make them better. You can't get any cooler that that!!
You don't have to whisper, no one can hear us. What do you want?
Vote for the pummeling one so I can vote for the funny one.
Because I can't choose between them.
What's in it for me?
Um..you get the assurance that you helped out your loving brother.
But you owe me..
I can live with that.
"I vote for the funny one too!" Austin cheered, raising his fist like Onira did, excited to find out what was exactly so funny about it.
"And I...guess, I'll vote for the health one." Aisling added, a little less enthusiastically than her brother.
Post by Xeryth Varson on Jul 14, 2006 17:00:32 GMT -5
Minimal Energy, huh?
Xeryth bit his lip nervously, as his hand released from Phoebe's as he stood up, looking down at his desk with doubt. "I... I hope I can do this..." Xeryth said nervously, looking over to Phoebe. "Being... being a psychic... my powers derive from... from the mind... not some... magickal energy..."
Xeryth shook his head, closing his eyes and instantly, almost as a reaction more than a conscious command, entered Mind's Eye View. He did not use it to look about, he just stood there, blocking out all other thought. He needed to somehow saturate his hair with energy... but could it work like a psychic spell would? Could he just somehow will the energy into being? Xeryth knew he had some form of magickal energy within him, as he had cast a Nether Bolt in the Dark Arts class so long ago, but that had required anger, a catalyst that helped bring forth said energy. Xeryth's mind was used for manipulating things that were already manifested in the world, not for manifesting them.
I suppose it couldn't hurt to try.
Xeryth pictured his hair, and began to 'style' it in the way he knew how: By Telekinesis. He envisioned his hair spiking out in all directions, which, once transformed, would make him a sort of human Morningstar. This was easy enough, what was to come next would be harder. Still with his eyes shut tight, his hand went up to his shocked-out hair, attempting to focus energy into his hand. Xeryth did his best to drop all doubt, and attempted to not try to focus the energy, but rather to simply believe that he could. Before long, he could 'see' his hand glowing a very faint blue through his closed eyes. Not giving himself time to lose focus with exuberance, Xeryth envisioned his hair becoming the first kind of metal he could think of: Your average cold steel. Taking a deep breath, Xeryth released it, along with one word, spoken more confidently than usual from him:
Xeryth's hair suddenly changed, and he felt the weight of steel upon his head. He set his feet, keeping his eyes closed and his mind focused, even though he had suddenly become top-heavy. Deciding upon doing another little trick, Xeryth focused on the desk before him, and through Mind's Eye, began to lift it into the air. Once he found that he could hold both his metallic hairstyle as well as the desk, Xeryth tossed the desk straight up, allowing gravity to take hold of it. As it came down, Xeryth leaned back and, at the opportune time, thrust his head forward, headbutting the desk into oblivion as wooden shards flew everywhere. Xeryth's metallic hair instantly dropped back into place as his focus was lost, and a big goofy grin appeared on his face. That was all he got, however, as almost immediately after smashing the desk, he realized that some of the wooden shards were heading striaght towards Phoebe's face!
"No!" he cried out and extended his hand, telekinetically stopping the three sharp pieces of wood from puncturing the girl's beautiful features. Gasping a few times, Xeryth could do nothing but sit and hold the pieces, thankful that he had been able to react quickly enough, before quietly moving them to rest at his feet. On a second note, Xeryth then focused on all the shards that had busted from his table, and telekinetically brought the entire set into the air before they congregated at his feet also. A goofy grin began to cross his face, as Xeryth had realized just what he had done.
I did it! I DID IT!!
Xeryth was so ecstatic, he could barely hear the teacher asking about which power one would want to learn afterwards. Listening to the set, and then the votes for each so far, Xeryth realized that the one he wanted to do next, the psychic trick, was most likely not going to be voted for. Unless....
A mischievous grin crossed Xeryth's face as he closed his eyes again, reaching out to Junpei, Phaedra, and Phoebe as well, likely to startle her, as this would be their first telepathic connection. Quickly, Xeryth spoke to the trio within their minds.
"Hey, it's Xeryth, of course. Vote for the psychic ability with me, if you do not mind. I want to see what it is this instructor can do, but I fear I'll get voted down without your help."
Xeryth intentionally left the message vague, as none of the three would know he spoke to all of them at once. It would seem as if he had sent the message directly to each individual, and only each individual. Until, of course, they all voted for the same next trick. Xeryth continued to smile slyly to himself as he spoke out, a little higher in volume than usual to reach over the raucous shattering of desks, but still as haltingly as usual.
"I... I would like... to learn the psychic abilitiy, sir..."
A blush came across the girl's features as she watched her boyfriend stand and spike his hair. It was cute really the way he styled it something so very unXeryth like in her mind. She watched every move he made taking in everything he did. His hand came up and soon his hair turned into metal looking reminescent of a morning star and she smiled bigger. He was so cute!
Then using his abilities he levitated the desk and bust it with his head she smiled until she cringed as the wooden chips were coming towards her. But when he cried out she instinctivly opened her eyes and saw him stop all the chips. She looked up at Xeryth and smiled.
"Thanks." she said and stood up to take her own turn at the spell but stopped in mid thought as Xeryth's voice came into her mind.
She looked over at him her eyes wide in surprise and a huge grin crossed her face as she looked at him. She winked at him.
Not to worry, love. I will definatly vote for psychic it will feed both our abilites.
She wondered if he heard that and decided he probably had since he had talked to all three and began to concentrated on her own spell. She smoothed out her clothes and closed her eyes. Being a telekinetic she wasn't sure how this was going to work seeing as she had never tried to do anything else with her powers than moving things.
She used her telekenesis to put her hair in a pony tail the edges poked out sharply as her hair was short so it would definatly be pokey when done. She sighed taking a deep breath as she thought long and hard concentrating all her mana in her hair it seemed to flow into the very strands almost electrically her only way to describe it.
She thought about a lightweight metal and pictured titanium something she would easily be able to hold up. She stabled herself and brought both her hands up both seeming to glow only slightly as she ran her hands up through her hair as her hands traveled down her hair as she whispered the spell over and over again outloud the hair changed to the shinny lightweight metal. She opened her eyes and smiled over at Xeryth.
"Hehe, I did it." she said happily before she let the spell go and her red locks fell back down around her shoulders. "I would like to learn the psychic ability Professor."
She sat back down and crossed one leg over the other as she waited for the rest of the class.
Well Phae watched around as all the other students went creative with their hair and sat back trying to think of what she wanted to do. Her hair had grown much longer since she had moved here and so she had to decide what to do with it.
Thinking hard a grin crossed her face as she finally had an idea. She giggled happily and stood up going to the side of the room so that her long hair wouldn't hurt anyone and winked at Junpei and Loish knowing they at least He would be watching.
She closed her eyes she wasn't sure how this would work because her magic traveled through and to her blade not her hands so she was kinda unsure if this would work especially since she didn't have her blade. She began to focus her mana to call it up and felt it stirring within her but it went to her right hand as it always did.
Furrowing her brow she tried to redirect it. Up towards her hair but no it was refusing to go anywhere. She let the link go and took a deep breath struggling inside herself to get the mana to move up to her hair. She breathed and moved into a trance which only had her summoning her astral self.
"Damnit." she said and the astral disappeared as she opened her eyes.
She looked over at Junpei for support and calming and licking her lips she tried again. Taking a deep breath she concentrated instead of on the mana flow she concentrated on the target point. She furrowed her brow and picture the mana flowing up to her hair and it began albeit reluctantly up to her hair.
"Metasharthos." she whispered under her breath.
Her hair flew up around her body each side parting into its own bun on the side of her head. It was from one of her favorite all time movies. As soon as the hair settled it turned to metal and she had become a very heavy headed metal Leia. She laughed and then looked at her fiance' before cancelling the spell and her red locks fell down her back again as she took her seat.
"Psychic power please!" she called out to teacher man. "Expand the mind and all that jazz ya know!"
While the whole class seemed to be slowly going insane, the teacher was already there by all accounts, Junpei slowly and methodically went over the spell properties in his head. This was elemental magic, not something Junpei was used to, well at least anything except dark. Yes Junpei was never a practitioner of anything more then white or black magic, often times the latter. Only recently had he come to realize white magic was within his realm of influence, mostly thanks to a summon of his.
His onyx Grey eyes roamed over the room and soon more wood was cracking, what fools. Using on your desk was taking away the one thing you had in reserve, it would be so much more fun to use it on a wall or even the floor, then again the school wouldn't take to kindly to that. Finally deciding to go threw with it instead of wasting time Junpei watched Phaedra get up and work her way across the room. Soon the young Junpei was laughing, nearly attracting attention to himself he quickly stifled the laughs at seeing Phaedra with two steel side buns, talk about blunt force weapons.
As Phaedra made her way back over to Junpei he closed his eyes and focused, the energy flowing threw his body tingled up his sine, then entered his mind, and finally rested at the very top of his being. Soon his hair began to stand on en before Junpei whispered the words to the spell.
He yelled and soon his hair stuck out in all directions, his bangs blocking out his vision. Junpei canceled the spell a coupe seconds later and cracked his neck, if he had anymore hair his neck was sure to snap. How the hell had Phaedra held up her hair like that? Oh well, more power to her.
As she took her seat Junpei sat back once more and his left hand came forward to idly rub the back of her arm as he debated his own choice for the spell to do next. He wasn't a mental user, he was a healer of sorts, but the rest of his 'family' had chosen the mental spell. He was adept at forming mental barriers and such, maybe this wouldn't be to much of a stretch.
Post by The Helper on Jul 18, 2006 22:23:41 GMT -5
"DAMMIT!" the professor cried out, standing up abruptly, the porno magazine in his hand flailing across the room, close to Tormaigh, an obviously annoyed look on Winklewood's face, his hand still in his pants. ".. You guys couldn't wait for five more seconds... man, I'd almost gotten completely off too.." Whipping out his hand, he flicked it off into the air, as if to throw away some small bits of something. Slapping his hands together, he slammed them down onto the desk, as he stared out, at his students. "Alright then... psychic it is! But before I begin... I'd like to go into one of my rare lectures..." he said, as he smeared off some white, strange, sticky liquid onto his trousers. Whiteout. Damned bottles never closed completely. Jumping onto his desk, he sat indian-style on it, his hands on his laps, smiling very broadly. The students had done well in destroying their desks. Oh... he'd need to take care of that. Looking at them, one-by-one, he suddenly raised up his hand into the air and snapped it abruptly, screaming as the bones were now exposed on all his fingers, but then, took it off, revealing it to be a fake hand, over his real one. Case in point, the desks were now repaired, and he was amused. (This was always one of the ways that he kept his hands clean whenever he went off to do some of his dirty buisness...)
"Right then. Psychic 'spells', or perhaps more accurately called, 'abilities' require the usage of 'mind-energy' or 'mind-based magic' or some other thing. It's a.. very controversial subject, so, you don't have to believe everything I say. However, please listen, as it may affect your performance in this next spell." Clearing his throat a little he leaned back, before looking back a little bit, a small saucer levitated up, a coffee pot following it, along with a mug that floated from his desk into his hands, the other stuff coming from the other side of the room, Winklewood barely even paying attention to it, as he stared at the class still, stretching himself out. The coffee, piping hot, flowed out a little of its containment out, in a swirly pattern, until it finally reached itself into Professor Winkewood's mug, the saucer just fitting under it, the coffee pot returning to its place, with some cream and sugar floating out, plopping with a subtle 'splsh' into the mug. Apparently, it was still hot, because Winklewood yelped at the coffee burns on his hands, and it all went clattering down to the floor. "Dammit all... that reminds me..." Tsking to himself, he went back, behind his desk, pulling out what appeared to be a TV remote, and a paper towel role, as he gave the remote a click, a monitor descending to just behind his desk, as he bent down, to clean up the mess. "Go watch this for a bit, it pertains a little bit to the subject at the mind... @#$#% coffee..."
Standing up straight, he shook his head, throwing the wet paper towel roll to the side of the room. "Right... mitocloridians, or whatever... anyways, yes. It's a debated topic as to whether or not it is really a magical ability. Yes, it has the ability to alter things, but, that still isn't as satisfactory an answer to some, I'm afraid, as the source of its power is very debatable. But, to go into that, I'd have to go into the complete intepretation of magic, of which I don't want to bore you (that's what the history class is for), but, for the most part, for you, Xeryth, you'll be using your powers at normal, but a little more hard-pressed, as this is a slightly more advanced spell. For the rest of you, some of you may not be able to do this, so, don't force yourselves, but, I recommend surplussing the energy that you have into your mind. Remember how that a normal human can't go further then ten percent into their minds? As spell casters, I think you've gone an extra one percent into your total capabilities with your magic.. so, if you're having problems, raise your hand. This 'ability', I'm afraid, doesn't have any spell words to it, and is incredi. Now... for the demonstration... Xeryth, you'll be leading us." Winklewood smiled kindly as he jumped off his desk and walked behind it. Facing the class, he slid his eyes closed, waiting... waiting...
Suddenly, what appeared to be a vibrating third eye appeared in front of his forehead, the purple pupil looking around at them all, as it soon locked onto the desk, suddenly becoming very still. What appeared to be a hissing, sucking sound began to emenate from the eye, as a slight gust began to pull the desk towards it, things on it beginning to levitate on their own, very slowly. Suddenly, bursts of lightning began to erupt from the eye, slamming into the desk, throwing it into the air, but still, the desk flew, as the spell became even more wilder and wilder. Several streams of lightning slashed into the grounds before the students, smashing into one of the front desks, one of the lightning streaks actually winding all the way, flashing past Phaedra's face, and whirling around, onto Onira's desk, two seperate ones simeltaneously tearing into the ceiling above the students, in particular, Austin, but nothing ever stopped floating. The chaotic frenzy grew wilder and wilder, until finally, with a flash of light, Mr. Winklewood's now-glowing eyes opened, and all of the debris slammed down onto the ground, some of them moving away just in time, before hitting any of the students.
Mr. Winklewood fell onto his ass, breathing very heavily, staring at his students, a very serious look in his eyes for once. Taking very deep, hurried breaths, he got to his feet, brushing himself off, looking at Xeryth into the eyes. He hobbled over to one of the room's drawers in the back of the room, as he got out a small tank, of what looked like an enhaler. He held it out in front of the class, still trying to catch his breath. "This is a 'Mana Enhaler'. It restores, or provides extra energy to your body. Take one, if you want. You're all going to be doing this spell, or at least attempting." Taking a final gasp of air, he took it to his mouth, and took one... two... three puffs. Suddenly, he looked a little better, but his brows wrinkled, showing signs of pain, as the energy forced itself into his body, making him shudder slightly. Still looking unkempt, he strolled over to the other side of the room, and then, picking up one of the heavy desks, hefted it, and then, hurled it to the front, with a loud 'CRACK'. He grimaced slightly. "If you wanted a finishing move, or just really wanted to kill someone... 'Storm of the Mind' will do it. I ask though, that you aim at the desk." He paused to look at the class again, from his backseat. "You all signed the waiver. This spell is deadly, and can actually kill yourself from overexertion. Becareful, but know that your own death lies in your own hands, should you choose to force it."
TODAY'S SECOND SPELL!
Storm of the Mind: Level 1
-Psychics Need: --Minimum 10 Intelligence --An available 10 pts of Energy
-Non-Psychics Need: --Minimum 15 Intelligence --An available 15 pts of Energy
This Spell: -Has a single post cooldown. -Will leave the user increidibly fatigued. -Requires the pinnacle of a character's concentration. -Will 'burn up' all of the aforementioned energy.
Features: -Anything in close contact will immediatly float, due to the excessive amount of psychic energy that is forced from the mind. -Goes literally wild, and shoots of several strands of electricity all over the place, and can possibly even harm yourself. -If you don't have the sufficient energy, you will die, due to the strain. -If you do not have the minimum stats, it will fail, but the energy will still be used up. -This ability is banned from use in the 'Training Area', due to its single use of psychically killing someone. People afflicted, and who survive may go through mental trauma, seizures, possible permanent nerve damage, due to the amount of 'Psychic' mind energy that does not only short-term damage, but long term as well.
'Mana Enhaler': -Up to 4 puffs. -Painful. -+5 energy, per puff.
Onira's violet eyes widened. He watched everything silently, most of it giving him a little creep of surprise. However, he knew if he were more in-touch with the emotion, that he would been scared half to death by the eye appearing out of his teacher's forehead. It just wasn't right. Not to mention that right after the odd organ came-to-be, lightning began launchin out of it, and stuff began floating. Once again, not right. Hell, Onira almost crapped himself when the lighning bolt crashed into his desk. Luckily he had good bowel control. Atleast, he hoped he did.
"That was so cool!"
Onira finally regained his speech, and naturally the first words to come out of his mouth were high energy. However, something was telling him not to try this particular skill. Something said it would kick the shit out of him. Something... well, Onira dubbed this 'something' stupid. He wanted to try. Even if he did die. Hell, according to the school he was dead for about a month anyway. What was another trip?
"Bring it on!"
Onira took a deep breath, his orbs showing their regular sense of confidence. He was ready to do it. Ready to show that he could do more than change things and turn his hair into metal. He wanted to make an eye in his forehead to. Or atleast give it a shot.
Onira widened his stance, thinking about the odd video for a minute. It didn't really help. However, the idea was fairly easy to understand. Focus on the subject at hand, as well as try and release as much energy he could from his mind. It sure sounded easy. Of course, Onira already saw from the teacher that it took a lot of strain and ability to do. Crap. He didn't know if he had enough power to do something like this. He had never even tried psychic stuff before. Yeah. Uber crap. But, might as well give it a shot.
Onira closed his eyes, focusing on the one that had appeared on the teacher's forehead. His body tensed, and he began forcing what he hoped was psychic energy into his head. It seemed to show on his face, for it was quickly becoming beet red. After only ten seconds of the stress, he was getting a headache, and his breathing was slowing. He had to focus. Had to get something right. It was about time.
His face's complexion deepened even more, beginning to become almost purple. Well, the eye was supposed to be purple, so maybe he was close. Doubtful. Very.
Onira fell forward, oddly weakened from the exercise. He didn't know what he had done wrong. He knew he had atleast put the energy where it needed to go, for his body was aching like crazy. He didn't think he could even get up. However, something was obviously wrong. Either he wasn't releasing it right, or wasn't focusing on the correct spot. Then again, it didn't really matter. He couldn't do it. Seemed alchemy and metal hair had to remain his repetoire for now. But it didn't make the anger any less existant. He used some of the only physical energy he had left to knock his fist against the floor, looking at the ground as his knees pressed against it. His actions showed it. He was dissapointed in himself. A lot.
"Remember, it's not the size of the post that matters, it's how big your penis is."
"Here we see two average Arcane Academy students."
((ooc: Could have done without that entire first paragraph - shudders-))
Junpei watched dumbstruckly as the teacher proceeded to make a complete and total fool of himself. Junpei of course was only smirking, he couldn't wait for this guy to get fired. He was not only a pervert and a lech, he could probably fit in right along with Onira. Oh yes, Onira was still in here, he had signed that waiver to. Maybe if Junpei was just a little bit off target... nah, Phaedra would probably realize it was him and in turn kill him.
Finally deciding that this teacher was a serious nut job, he watched as the teacher showed off his mental powers. Junpei hoped to hell Xeryth would make him screw up, but sadly it was not to be so and Junpei had to endure threw the display. In the end he was laughing silently, his mind roaring with the sounds of laughter however as the teacher dropped his coffee and burned himself.
Finally the teacher had them watching the stupidest thing Junpei had ever seen and soon he was debating whether or not euthanasia of a teacher would be frowned upon. Honestly he felt he would be doing the entire magical population a hand by removing this particular teacher. Hentai, was a word that came to mind, the Japanese word for pervert. Junpei snickered in his mind as he imagined the teacher getting expelled for molesting a student.
Finally the teacher stood back up and explained something about these little things in your blood and Junpei decided to research it, if it was real that is. Junpei wouldn't be surprised if the teacher had made the whole thing up. Either way he half paid attention and soon enough they were all turning to face the teacher as he exclaimed Xeryth would lead, then proceeded to do it himself.
To say the least, when a bolt of pure mental energy flew past his love, he was instantly blocking her from the eye and in his mind he imagined Xeryth would be shielding Phoebe as well.
As all of it ended Junpei relaxed back and watched as the teacher he was growing to hate leaned against the wall and took some sort of energy giving inhaler. Oh well, Junpei figured he might be able to pull it off if he really tried, but he would need some help.
Turning to Phaedra he didn't speak anything above a whisper, smiling he took her hand in his and gave her wink. His words were carefully chosen, he wouldn't tell her he thought he might pass out on this one, but he was just being safe.
"If I fall, be sure to catch me OK?"
With that he turned and stood up fully, his eyes locking onto an empty desk in the very back right corner of the room Junpei closed his eyes. He stepped froward a bit so no one would be able to be hit by a stray bolt, going so far as to put himself as far as fifteen feet from Phaedra, meaning she would have to run if she were to catch him.
Finally he felt confident and he dropped the barriers he always kept up in his mind. Yes he had some psychic experience, Loish and him spoke telepathically and he had experience viewing threw Loish's eyes as well. So now came the task of figuring out how to project this newest spell, or psychic ability.
Slowly, carefully he tried to form the eye he had seen and soon it appeared, fully closed. As the eye opened however the same effects that had accompanied the Teacher's spell were evident in his, although the eye opened slowly Junpei was obviously struggling with the ability. Soon however the desks around him floated, bolts of mental energy lanced out and one split across and desk or two. Finally the eye opened fully and the ability went off. Feeling suddenly weaker Junpei swayed where he was as the eye vanished and Junpei's own open eyes glowed, the desks slammed down, one broke a leg off, the targeted one. He was up for about five seconds before the full effects of the spell hit him. An instant later he was falling back wards, hoping and praying that Phaedra could move in time to catch him.
Junpei is about to feint! Junpei will not be able to use Mind Storm for one round Junpei's energy is dangerously low
Phaedra could only watch in utter horror as the teacher being the pervert he was announced to the entire class what he had been *cough* doing since they had begun to practice their magic. She found it very unprofessional she knew she had signed a waiver but damn..that was just bad.
Sighing she watched the movie and thought that it all sounded a bit odd but she took pretty much everything in the class with a grain of salt. But nothing had prepared her for the eye. The purple creepy disgusting THING that had appeared in the forehead of their teacher. Lightning began to arch around the room and one flew right by her and she squealed and tried to dodge it. She could feel something shielding her and she knew there was a familiarity to it. It was Jun.
She swallowed hard and scooted her chair out of the range just slightly as she was now a bit fearful. Hell no! She was scared out of her mind. She knew this would be a spell she could not do. The hair was hard enough. She was a sword mage enough said without her blade in her hand to focus her magic through there was going to be extreme limitations on what this red head could do.
She heard Jun's whisper and felt his hand take her own she looked up and smiled at the love of her life.
She knew Junpei better than he thought and better than most. She knew that if he was asking her to catch him IF he fell then he was preparing for the inevitability that he would. She she was already on the edge of her seat watching him. When he closed his eyes she was already standing prepared to do what he had asked of her. She watched Jun complete the spell the desks around him hovering slightly then suddenly crashing down as he began to sway.
Phae was not a toned girl for no reason. She worked out often and with her sword too every day. She was at his side as he began to fall back and she caught him gently letting her knees bend to take the weight. Slowly she let them both move down to the floor as she placed Jun's head in her lap making sure her skirt was down properly so Professor Pevert wouldn't take the opportunity to try anything.
She wasn't worried about the spell. Screw the grade. She was going to take care of Jun. She knew she couldn't do it anyway. The sword was where her magic focused to not her body so tough teach.
She was worried about Junpei at the moment. She did know one thing she could do that she had only recently acquired. She could transfer energy through her palm and into someone else effectively sharing her mana with them. Closing her eyes she held her hand to Jun's forehead. Her sword had the calluses were only lightly on his forehead as she focused. A white light surrounded her palm and thus signified the beginning of her transfer. She could immediatly feel the drain on her because it was not an equal exchange for every one bit of mana two of hers were spent. So she was losing what she had fast but it was for him, her love, and it was for a good cause.
Three minutes very long and tiring minutes later a very tired Phae looked down at her love and smiled. He had not known she could do that in fact she had only recently found out herself and look! It had already come in handy. She ran her hand through his hair pulling his bangs away from his face. She was exhausted now but she would..could..well she was gonna try to make it through class at any rate. Junpei on the other hand would be feeling quite good at the moment. Should be feeling refreshed and ready to take on the magical world again.
Junpei should now have his energy back and be ready for action. However, Phaedra is now exhausted from mana use and will be out for at least the next spell including this one.
Post by Tormaigh MacRagallach on Jul 19, 2006 17:25:01 GMT -5
Crap, crap, crap... Torm thinks. The first spell had been extremely easy for him; the creation of elements in the form of strands was something he did naturally as part of his casting method. This however... I don't have the active intelligence to control such a spell; I rely on instinct! he loks around, dismayed. Junpei had managed it. Xeryth was a psychic, so it had been a bit easier for him. Lienn would have no problem, and the twins would probably be ok too, what with their psychic link and all. No, I refuse to look weak!
...Maybe If I just let it flow on its own, the way I usually do...well, that might work, but there's still the question of energy. Torm grabs one of the mana-inhalers. *Caution: Painful* the label reads. Pain...something I can deal with, at least. One puff. A burning sensation fills Torm's body; it was breathing after a long time of holding breath while trying to drink some kind of corrosive chemical. The magical strength was there too of course, filling him with new strength at the same time. Two puffs. The pain multiplies, and Torm grimaces, refusing to let it show. That should do it...now, just let it flow, just let my subconscious guide it... Torm directs the mana to his mind, and empties it of all thoughts except that eye, the lightning, and his desk.
Torm's energy is high! Torm is in a small degree of pain.
Suddenly, something begins to happen. Torm feels his mind creak and groan under the strain as a purple eye appears slowly on his forehead, and objects begin to rise from the ground and levitate nearby. There was pain too - a bright, burning sensation that seared every nerve in his brain. C'mon, c'mon... Torm thinks, ignoring the pain. Now, a small arc of that purplish lightning leaps from the eye to the desk and chars its surface. All right!...wait... Now, more lightning comes out, but strikes the back wall instread. Now the ceiling. I...I can't control it! I'm going to hit someone! More bursts shoot out, hitting randomly around the room, fortunately missing everyone thus far. Crap, crap! Let it go! Cancel! Cancel! With each subsequent burst, pain explodes in his skull, rattling his very soul about like a bird shaken in a cage. Suddenly, Torm manages to release the spell, and objects drop back to the ground as Torm sags to his knees, relief flooding through him, partly because of the end of the danger to the other students, but more importantly from the end of the pain. With a twisted expression of pain, he takes the last two puffs in the enhaler to restore some strength; the pain was nothing compeared to before, and clambers shakily into his seat. I...tried...but I...couldn't...control it... His thoughts came in fragments, as if his mind was gasping for breath, trying to regain composure.
Torm's energy is at an average level Torm's mental fatigue is high Torm's pain index is slowly lowering from extreme to manageable
Post by Xeryth Varson on Jul 19, 2006 20:07:02 GMT -5
Did she just call me...?
Xeryth looked over to Phoebe, who was sitting there innocently enough, rather dumbstruck over what she had said to him. The sentence itself was normal, but... unless Xeryth had somehow misinterpreted thought-speak, which, to his knowledge, was next to impossible, she had called him 'love', as in... her love... as in...
Xeryth turned a little red, and smiled shily over at her, at a loss for words for the moment. The only thing he could do was turn back to face the teacher, luckily missing the rather sordid debacle of the professor's own version of 'busy work'. Lord knows the sight of that would have sent the poor psychic for a loop anyway.
Xeryth sat back, watching quietly and excitedly, wide-eyed as the teacher moved on from the previous lesson to teach yet another 'spell' to the class. The slightest bit of apprehension rolled off the teacher as he led into the explanation, leaving Xeryth to wonder just what this next spell was going to entail, exactly. For a teacher as nigh-imperturbable as this one seemed to be, even the slightest apprehension, in Xeryth's eyes, was a valid concern. However, the man was levitating, or at least doing a fairly decent attempt at levitating, his coffee mug and pot, which caught Xeryth's attention fully.
Xeryth had yet to meet another psychic in the Academy, save for Phoebe, but the full extent of her abilities was unknown to him. As far as he knew, she was merely telekinetic, and could not run the full range of abilities like Xeryth potentially could. Moreover, the thought of a Psychic-enabled professor was something Xeryth had, by this point, given up on finding, thus, this lesson was one that Xeryth could not tear his eyes away from. It had given him a small speck of hope that, if this crazy old teacher knew maybe one psychic ability, perhaps another crazy old teacher knew another, and then another...
Well, he would just have to find out.
The eye opened, and Xeryth, most likely the only one present who could, felt the immense waves of Psychic energy being manifested from the strange eye in the professor's forehead. Things began floating at random, pulled up by the raw psychic energy. Such unrefined power began to worry Xeryth immensely. He, more than anyone else around, knew the dangers associated with sheer psychic force. Thus, when the bolts of psy-lightning burst forth, Xeryth was ready.
FLASH! Several streams of lightning crashed into the ground, converged, and would have continued going, had Xeryth not extended a hand in that direction, creating a small, invisible Psi-Barrier that absorbed the brunt of the converged lightning, just barely holding out under the strain. Quickly, he dissipated the barrier, because FLASH! another bolt was coming just as quickly, winding about the classroom and flashing directly for Phaedra. Junpei threw himself in front of her, the fool, Xeryth knew he'd be just as fried either way. His hand flew to that direction, and a Psi-Barrier just barely threw itself up in time, angled such that the blast curved just past Phae and Junpei instead of directly into them. Xeryth's other hand tracked the lightning, dissipating the shield, but not able to create the next one in time, as the lightning crashed into Onira's desk, sending shards of wood everywhere. His other hand extended, Xeryth focused, and telekinetically caught the larger shards, stopping their momentum and sending them harmlessly into Onira's lap.
FLASH! went more stray bolts of lightning, these crashing into the ceiling, just above a young student's desk. Xeryth's hands both rose into the air immediately, canceling all his active psychic spells out at the time as his focus dropped from them, instead centering upon the large chunks of ceiling that were heading ominously for the young boy's head. Closing his eyes, Mind's Eye View came instantly for him, and Xeryth reached out to the debris, visualizing it halting its movement, floating still in the air for a moment, and then slowly coming to rest around the boy, instead of atop him.
The Chaos of the room lessened somewhat, as the Professor spoke, in rather somber tones, about the power involved with this particular ability. It seemed that death was, in fact, a possibility here, and Xeryth's worry grew with each passing word. This time, however, he was not worried about himself, but about everyone else. Xeryth was very confident he could perform this attack, possibly even stronger and with more control than the Professor himself. The other students, however, would not be able to do as well, Xeryth feared. Chaos would abound, and control would be found wanting. Unfortunately, Xeryth would not be able to police the room like he had only moments before: Such things took energy, and Xeryth needed to save himself up for his own try with the ability.
He was supposed to lead, but Onira, eager as ever, took control of the class once more, doing his best to succeed, but seemingly not putting up enough mental fortitude to get the job done. Junpei stepped up next, managing, much to Xeryth's surprise and not a little to his chagrin, to perform the spell, though at a very taxing cost to the boy's mana and energy in general. Phaedra, dropping everything else for the moment, instantly tended to him, as another student somehow managed to pull off a wildly uncontrolled version as well. Xeryth was nothing short of astounded at the fact that these non-psychics could perform such a ridiculously powerful spell, even at the risk it had upon their own bodies. He shook off the thoughts, though, for now it was time, he felt, to step up and perform the ability himself.
"Stand back." Two words, more commanding and brave than his thoroughfare speech, emanated from the boy's lips. He hoped the students listened, for he would be going ahead, regardless.
Xeryth closed his eyes, and Mind's Eye View opened its vision to him once more. 'Seeing' the room with unseeing eyes, Xeryth thought to himself, trying to decide how best to make this ability become reality. It hit him in a flash: The eye, the purple ocular device that appeared on the foreheads of all who had successfully performed the spell thus far, was exactly what he was using to view the room at that very moment!
Focusing inward, Xeryth attempted to open his Mind's Eye to the outside world.
It wasn't long before the purple eye opened fully on Xeryth's forehead, glowing eerily and pulsating with Psychic Energy. His desk, along with Phoebe's desk and all the items upon said desk, began to shake violently, slowly rising into the air to levitate of seemingly their own will. Other desks and items, not directly within Xeryth's sphere of influence, also began to convulse wildly of their own accord. Xeryth stalled, giving the class one last chance to step away.
The Storm was about to begin.
Xeryth could feel the lightning pulsating behind the eye, each pulse of Psionic energy pushing them closer and closer to the physical realm. Concentrating as hard as he could, Xeryth kept the flow back at first, holding the floodgates to his mind shut tight. Finally, he was prepared, and released the locks and allowed the Psionic Lightning to flow forth in a grand, controlled spectacle. Three bolts of lightning shot out directly in front of, and to the left and right of the desk, then bounced up upon impact, converging over the desk to form a glowing orb of electricity, revolving slowly. Xeryth hesitated, then allowed another bolt of lightning to surge straight for the hovering orb. It collided almost instantly after escaping the eye, breaking into many smaller bolts that surged out from the ball in small arcs before surging back into the orb. It was at this point Xeryth knew he could control it no longer.
Releasing his mental grip upon the lightning, the orb, in reaction to the multiple, smaller strands reconnecting, broke into a torrent of innumerable bolts of lightning all heading various arcs, but all with one target in mind: Straight down onto the Professor's desk. It shattered into splinters almost instantaneously, turning from the desk it once was to an interminable pile of smoldering sticks and twigs.
Xeryth's eyes shot open and he teetered a bit before falling back into his chair, winded and woozy, but nowhere near in the state that most of the other students who tried were, and would be, in. In fact, a tired, but wonderfully happy little smile crossed his face, as he looked over to Phoebe. "Hehe... did you... did you see that?"
Raising his hand meekly after her reaction, Xeryth regarded the professor. "Sir... I... I think it would be best, if you agree... that the class... take a bit of a... short break... perhaps to rest up from the... Storm of the Mind..."
Xeryth is rather winded!
Xeryth's mental fatigue is middling to high!
Xeryth has learned and acquired Storm of the Mind!!
(OOC: Sorry for the rather extensive post, I think I got a little carried away, heh..)