Guardians of Vesuvya

[TaliPaendrag]

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Stepping through the main gate of the campus, Avery looked around with undisguised awe. She had already known that the campus was beautiful through some of the pictures that they had sent, but to see it in person blew her away. The buildings were made of red brick, complementing the foliage around wonderfully in the afternoon sunlight. Really, it gave a sense of hope and promise for a bright future ahead that made her want to twirl. There weren't all that many people visible in the immediate vicinity, though the size of the campus seemed to indicate that they were elsewhere. Surely such a large academy had to contain thousands of students at the least, right? The students she did see all seemed to be heading towards the auditorium, some looking at their map to make sure they were on the right track. She figured that they had to be new students, as that was where orientation was supposed to be held. Looking down at her own map, she began to head towards the same destination, humming softly to satisfy her restlessness.

As she walked, she thought back to the past few hours, a pang of homesickness hitting her before she shook it off. Her parents had definitely been upset, though they had managed to keep from crying too much. It had actually been a pretty funny contrast to her various other relatives that had shown up to see her off. They had given her the feeling that they were hoping the car would explode in the driveway or something. They certainly weren't sad to see her go, while most of her little cousins didn't really understand why they were having a party, instead just enjoying the fact that they got to play and eat cake and ice cream. The car had been waiting for her the next morning, and she had climbed inside without waking her parents, instead just giving them a note. It may have been insensitive, but she really couldn't have beared the thought of them crying more.

The ride, though long, had been rather uneventful. The driver appeared to be mute, only nodding or shaking his head as an answer to every question she had asked of him. Once she had seen that it was futile to get a conversation going, she had sat back and practiced a little with her light magic. It basically entailed making little balls of light float around her hand or something similar. Anything more complicated than that would have gotten rather dangerous in such close quarters. After growing bored of that, however, she merely napped until the driver had tapped on the window to let her know that they were arriving. From there, she was on the campus.

Nearing the auditorium brought her back to the present, mainly as she stared in awe at its size as she walked inside. The cool air inside made her shiver a tad violently, though she managed to adjust before too long. She was definitely used to much warmer air, however, and wasn't looking forward to being around so much air conditioning. Still, the thought was brushed away as she took in the interior of the auditorium. The carpets were deep black, which matched the navy seats quite well. And it was soft, even through her shoes, thin-soled as they were. All in all, it seemed extravagant, and made her feel like she was already being pampered. Certainly, if the rest of the campus was more of the same, she would definitely enjoy it.

[Skryte]

Tracks stood on the flat strip of dirt, facing a machine the likes he had never seen before. It was... Metal, with wings like a bird. There were two bulbs with propellers on it, he continued to give it a puzzled look.
"It's a plane." Mike stated, amused. Mike, that was the name of the guy who the Academy sent, this guy was a particularly powerful Earth-magic user.
"Well... It flies, right?" Tracks asked unsure of his conclusion,
"Yes." Mike said, again amused, "How did you know? Having never seen something like this before."
"It has wings of metal, like a bird. It has a tail, like a bird. The skin of the machine is metal, and we both know that metal alone cannot flap like a birds wing. So perhaps the..."
"Engines."
"Yeah, the engines, are a substitute for the flapping. They provide thrust, and the wings provide lift." Tracks explained. "But..."
"You don't have to worry, it's safe." Mike said. "Let's go, I'll teach you a thing or two." This brought a little grin to Tracks' face. Mike walked onto the steps and into the plane, with Tracks following closely behind.
Just like a mountain, in a different place... Tracks thought to himself, should the ride be dangerous. They both sat down, facing each other with a table in between them, much like a train compartment. The plane's engines growled and the propellers began to spin. Tracks was focused on the view outside of the window. After a moment they were cruising in the air.
"Now, clear your mind. Place your hand on the table." Mike instructed, Tracks did so. "Your other hand, the unarmored one. You want skin contact on this." Tracks nodded and took his armored hand off of the table, placing his right hand in its place. "Clear your mind. Think about the area around you. It's the plane, but when you're on the ground, you want a radius. Doesn't matter if you don't know what's over the hill, but think about a radius." Tracks closed his eyes and thought about it.
Mike leaned in and smacked Tracks across the face.
"Wha-?!" Tracks exclaimed, "What was that for?" He asked, surprised.
"I needed to touch you. Putting my hand on yours is a little bit gay, so instead I just slapped you." Mike explained, Tracks shrugged and put on a face that said, 'I guess so'. "Now, think about right as I slapped you."
"You slapped me."
"No, really?" Mike said, "About what you see."
"My eyes were closed." Tracks said.
"What you see with your mind. Imagine the plane."
Tracks did so. And he saw the plane. Every bolt, every part that turned and twisted. The landing gear, flaps, ailerons. He saw what made the engine work, how small explosions would push pistons and the pistons would turn gears to make the propellers spin, generating thrust. "Oh. Now that's a bit trippy."
"Now think about how you gained the ability to see all of that. Think bats." Mike instructed,
Tracks was puzzled for a moment, but once Mike said bats, echolocation came to mind. But echolocation was a wave that bounced off of objects and came back. "A reversed echolocation?" Tracks asked,
"Yes. And you can use normal echolocation as well, a bit easier. But you didn't do it all on your own, that smack helped you. Now, try and do it yourself. We've got a long ride ahead of us, so you have time." Mike explained. Tracks nodded and immediately began to try again.

++4 hours ahead++
"Its time for us to get off the plane." Mike said to Tracks, who was still trying to figure out this echolocation magic,
"Wait. We're still in the air though." Tracks said, suspicious. Mike always had to add flair to something.
"Yup." He said, he grabbed Tracks and walked over to the door, kicking it open. "Hope you've base jumped before." He grinned before tossing Tracks out the door.
Tracks tumbled, a single thought was repeating in his mind, I need to stabilize myself, but how? Tracks caught a glimpse of Mike in a certain position, he wasn't tumbling, unfortunately Tracks didn't get a good look. How do I see without actually seeing? He asked himself, after a second, he remembered echolocation. He thought about the dust around him, imagined a radius, and it just happened. He saw how Mike was keeping himself stabilized, and Tracks did his best to imitate it while tumbling, it took a moment but he stabilized himself.
Mike had a way of being crazy.
Mike went into a head down position, shooting down like a bullet. Tracks did the same and followed, they were approaching a large complex, with thousands of people in it. Mike aimed for a spot mostly unoccupied, and Tracks did the same. Tracks was firing off echolocations like mad, if Mike did anything different, Tracks would know, and he did. They were approaching the ground quickly. Mike went back into the stable position, made a shield of dust to slow him down, and right before impact, an explosion of sand and dirt erupted. Mike landed unharmed, brushing himself off. Tracks did the same. The stable position, the shield of dust and then the explosion to bring him to a mostly safe landing.
Mike walked over to Tracks, "Congratulations you are now better than 80% of Earth-Magic users here. In the Academy, full of the worlds best Wizards, Warlocks, Sorcerers, Witches, whichever you prefer." He said, dusting himself off again. A small crowd of students gathered around to see what was happening.
"Here." Mike said, thrusting a map into Tracks' hands, "Go to the auditorium. And you've got a few scratches here and there." Mike said,
Tracks' heart was thunder, adrenaline pumping like mad, and his clothes were dirty. But there was a wide grin on Tracks' face. Cuts were obviously seen on his legs, his exposed right arm and face. "Tis' but a scratch." He said.
"If you say so. I need to go report back to the principal. Don't get into any more trouble." He said before walking off.
"Right." Tracks said back, the smile no smaller. He looked at the map and then began to make his way towards the auditorium.

He entered the large auditorium, enjoying the cool air. Evidently the majority of the student body wasn't there yet, as there were seats vacant everywhere. He chose a seat near a young small girl. He took off his monopack and placed it down on his seat, still standing, he opened it and took out a few bandages and disinfectant, it wasn't nearly enough, but he would cover what he could. His face was far more serious now, he didn't want to get any infections on the first day of school. He worked on his legs first, then his arm, his face would have to wait.

[Absolute Grace]

“You are a Levina and everyone has high expectations of you. Do not disappoint me Cecilia.” Her father said austerely as he sat in the back of the vehicle with her. The vehicle was outside of the prestigious academy’s iron wrought gates. The academy’s architecture caught her eye, but she feigned disinterest. She was looking down at her fidgeting hands, trying to conceal her excitement and let out a sigh at her father’s words.

“Yes father.” She agreed just as the door was opened for her by the driver though, before she could get out, a warm hand went onto her shoulder. She looked back at her father, who gave a ghost of a smile.

“Be safe.” Came the quite plea and she placed her hand over his giving him her own bright smile.

“Always. Love you father.” Stepping out of the vehicle she looked to the driver holding open the door, pretending not to have heard the exchanged words. The door closed with a soft ‘thud’ and a folded up map was handed to her.

“Your luggage will arrive in your dorm room shortly, but for now, I believe that you are expected in the auditorium, Lady Cecilia.” He flourished with a bow, mouthed the words of ‘good luck’ and got back into the driver’s seat. Cecilia waved elegantly back until the vehicle was out of sight and spun around, now allowing herself the pleasure of gazing at the buildings dated but also grand architecture. Catching sight of fellow students heading towards a large part of the building she followed after them, pausing a moment to check her map and found that it was indeed the auditorium.

She entered the building, the cold air giving a welcome feeling. The inside was a lot more modern than she had originally thought it to be and was glad to see that there were still a few seating options despite it being fairly full. Not wanting to appear all alone she took a seat near a young girl and guy, her drilled manners of personal space kicking in despite wanting to pick up conversation. Hopefully the assembly would start soon so that she could change into something more practical than her formal wear and then explore the campus, if there was time before anything else started that she was expected to attend.

[TaliPaendrag]

As she sat in the auditorium waiting for orientation to begin, Avery looked around and made note of the various people entering and sitting down. While she probably wouldn't meet more than half of them at most, it would be nice to at least recognize them if she were to meet them face to face. She was so absorbed that it took her a few moments before she realized that someone had sat down next to her. Turning, she offered a hand and a smile, mouth already opening to introduce herself to the man. Then she saw that he was covered in a few scratches, piquing her curiosity. "Are you okay?" she asked, feeling a little silly for asking a question with such an obvious answer. "What happened? If you don't mind my asking, of course." Now that she was paying a little more attention to her surroundings, Avery didn't miss the girl who sat down near the man, waving at her while she waited for a response. Maybe they could all be friends? So far they seemed amiable enough. They certainly didn't give off any negative vibes.

[Skryte]

"Are you okay?" Someone had asked, though Tracks was a little bit busy. He applied disinfectant on a rather large gash on the other side of his leg, facing away from the person who asked if he was okay. He inhaled sharply as pain flared though his leg. He exhaled slowly as the pain slowly subsided, he ran his fingers through his hair,
"Yeah, mostly. I'll head over to the doc' after this. Get the rest of this tended to." He said, examining hits cuts again. He looked over to Avery while applying bandages over the already disinfected wounds.
"What happened? If you don't mind my asking, of course." She wondered,
"Well, my..." He paused for a moment, what was Mike? "My Handler is one of those exciting kind of guys. Threw me out of a plane." He explained, with a small grin on his face. She seemed really young, was she supposed to be at this school? he wondered to himself. He decided not to ask of it, as this place is a magic academy, and all the students should know magic.
"Tracks." He said, introducing himself, holding his hand out for a handshake, his hand dirtied with dirt and blood. He then noticed her attire, dress, jewelry, what a noble would wear. He pulled his hand back, "My apologies, Sir Rasmond Travisthin Calimroy Cyr, son of Sir Lenthinal Cyr, my lady." He reintroduced himself, bowing slightly. He was in a different place than the countryside, back over there everyone was equal, but where he was born, people of higher class ruled with an iron first.

[MC Immolation]

Ravixiar looked around the auditorium, he had received looks on the way there, he assumed it was because of his appearance. He could understand the reason though, as his appearance wasn't even common in his homeland. His red eyes scanned for a place to sit as the auditorium began to fill up with students. He eventually found his way to a set next to small blonde girl. Letting out a tired sigh, he sat down and looked around, seeing a guy dressing his wounds beside her. He seemed to be chatting with a girl beside him.

"What happened? If you don't mind my asking, of course." The girl asked him. Ravi knew it was wrong to ease drop on people's conversation, though he was slightly curious as to how the guy near him managed to get hurt.

"My Handler is one of those exciting kind of guys. Threw me out of a plane." ...what the hell? What the heck happened to that guy? In fact how is he even alive? It hasn't been twenty minutes yet, and Ravi already found himself confused. Oh boy this was going to be a long year, wasn't it?

Ravi didn't honestly mind if was a long year though, since that meant a longer time away from home. His family didn't bother sending him off and didn't even give him second glance when he decided to go to this school. He wasn't too surprised though, since his relationship with his parents had been less than ideal for years now. Ravi jumped at the chance to leave home, the fact he'd learn and improve himself in the process was just an added bonus. The friends he had back home found it funny he wanted to that, since he was quite skilled with fire magic from ever since to learned to use it. Though Ravixiar knew better, he could improve, as there were ones better than him in regard to fire magic. He was eager to start his classes, ready to take on any challenge presented to him. He demanded himself to thrive through any adversity and triumph with glory. HE-

He sneezed, snapping him out of his thoughts and back to reality. He noticed that more students were around now and that the seat next to him was still empty. He wondered if any of his future classmates were near him. He didn't know anyone from here, so he was also anxious to see what he had for friend material. He knew making friends would be a tad bit difficult due to his appearance, but not impossible.

Right?

[Absolute Grace]

Cecilia was looking around at all of the people, really happy to see all the different varieties and levels of social class. It had been a long time since she had seen anyone outside of her community. She felt exhilarated at finally having more freedom than what she had, had in a very long time. The two beside her were picking up conversation and Cecilia looked over, the girl waved at her and she felt silly for not having picked up conversation in the first place. She moved over to the seat next to the guy.

“Yeah I was wondering the same thing, just didn’t want to seem rude. Out of a plane?” She asked and then smiled after a moment. “How cool!” She exclaimed excitedly, but quickly covered her mouth and looked to the side, flustered at her outburst which turned a few heads. She collected herself and turned back.

“I am Cecilia Levina. It’s Tracks, yes? It’s nice to meet you, oh and sorry I did not catch your name,” She said and looked at the girl next to him.

[TaliPaendrag]

"That sounds like it would be fun, though a little unsettling," Avery replied, her Southern accent strong as she grinned at his enthusiasm. Upon introducing himself, she went to grab his hand to shake it, though he pulled it away quickly in favor of bowing to her slightly. At the estate, things like that never happened, so she hesitated for a few moments before she could react. Hearing Cecilia introduce herself helped her to control the blush on her face and get over the shock of being treated like a noble. "It's wonderful to meet you, Cecilia. I'm Avery Parsa, from the Goldwood Estate in the South. But you don't have to do that, Tracks. I'm really not used to it at all. By the way, if you would like, I could try and heal your wounds." The offer was genuine, her light magic particularly gifted for alleviating the injuries of others, though she was limited to simple cuts and scrapes for the most part.

As the last of the students filed into the auditorium for orientation, the lights were dimmed and a figure walked out on stage. Up close, he would be an imposing man, though he smiled with a grandfatherly expression as he looked out over the students. His chest expanded as he took in a deep breath, obviously just enjoying being there. "Allow me to be the first to officially welcome you to the Academy. This day is the beginning of your four year stay here, though you will be allowed to leave for breaks, of course. This isn't a prison, despite how some of you may feel," he started, his joke eliciting a few laughs here and there. "While here at the Academy, you will learn how to perform powerful magic, as well as increasing your proficiency in the more mundane areas of study, like math and history. But, as I'm sure most of you at least glanced at the brochure before coming here, you should already know most of that, so we won't spend too much time talking about it. Instead, let's get onto the things that you guys actually care about today: dorms and rules.

"First off, we have a variety of dorms all over the campus. A listing of all of you and your dorm numbers is being set up in the lobby right outside, so you'll need to check there after the assembly to figure out where you need to go to put all of your luggage and personal items. They are rather spread out around the campus, so you might find that your friends are in a different dorm on the opposite side. Sorry. But you can get yourselves rearranged after the first two weeks if you so desire. Most of the dorms are co-ed, but the advisor for your dorm comes by periodically to check and make sure nothing is going on. If they find anything going on, you will be relocated to a new dorm that does not have the privilege of being with the opposite gender. It's something we trust you with as upstanding students, so don't abuse it.

"Now, onto the rules. You'll find that you have a lot of freedom here, but, like anywhere else, if you abuse it, you lose it. As you were accepted here, it shows that you are all responsible young adults who are able to resist the temptation of making terrible decisions. Please don't change that just because you're here. We really hate having to discipline students for stupid behaviour. The rules, consequently, are pretty laidback. Here's a quick list: 1) Drugs and alcohol are forbidden on campus. Medicines like aspirin are fine, so long as you don't abuse them. 2) There will be absolutely no bullying of another student. This is serious; we don't tolerate that garbage here. 3) Curfew is at eleven o'clock every night except for the weekends, when it's one o'clock. 4) Don't skip your classes; they're important and the reason you're here in the first place. And finally, 5) Don't be getting 'involved' with another student. Period.

"That's it for my spiel, so you're dismissed. If you have any questions, see me after the assembly." the headmaster finished with a wave, taking his handkerchief out of his pocket and dabbing at his face with it. As the students stood, Avery noticed another boy with white hair near by to her. Smiling radiantly, she waved to him. "Hello there! What's your name? I'm Avery Parsa," she said, offering her hand as the vast majority of the students made their way to the exit, chattering about what dorm they would be in and what classes they would have. Among friends, the conversations tended to focus on whether or not they would share either either dorms or classes with each other.

[Kangutso]

Alex came in shortly after the speech started, being as quiet as possible but knowing that a lot of people noticed his as he opened the door and came in. He tried staying out of everyone's way as he looked for an open seat, finally finding one next to a noble-looking girl and a couple others. He sat there, earning himself some angry or thankful stares while he made his way to the seat. Didn't say anything so that everyone, including himself, could pay attention to the rest of the speech, orientation, whatever.

Once it was over, Alex remained seated, not wanting to disturb anyone else after already making a bad impression. He could blame it all of traffic, but how many here would believe him? Not many, that was for sure.

[Skryte]

I'm Avery Parsa, from the Goldwood Estate in the South. But you don't have to do that, Tracks. I'm really not used to it at all. By the way, if you would like, I could try and heal your wounds." Avery had said, Tracks nodded and thought for a moment, "If-" Tracks began, but the Headmaster began his speech. Tracks glanced at the headmaster, then at Avery, he then focused his attention at the Headmaster.
...

"Hm." Tracks said after the Headmaster's speech. He hadn't really listened at all. He was pretty sure nothing super important was said. "Right then," Turning to Avery, "If you want to try healing, go ahead." He said, interested in healing techniques outside of his village.