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The small boat's acting first mate was a funny man, Prism concluded as she exited towards the main deck. He had cornered her the moment she entered the vessel, rambling endlessly about how he loved her movies and how he didn't believe the drug claims because Prism seemed like such a nice person. Prism had entertained him by smiling and nodding at his tales - the way her mother had taught her - but soon found herself enjoying her conversation with him. He was an enthusiastic person, to say the least. It was the captain's call that cut their conversation short and allowed Prism to walk out and appreciate the sea breeze... to see a couple of idiots fighting on deck.

Even from her position, she could smell the stench of alcohol from the boy that launched the first attack. Too, she knew that he was a mage like her. Magic and alcohol? It wasn't a good combination and Prism briefly wondered if she should attempt to intervene. A quick look at the boy who had been hit gave Prism the impression that he deserved it.

[i]They can handle this,[/i] she thought with a slight snicker as she sidled next to the blonde girl that seemed to know the one hungover.

[color=0054a6]"This is quite the show. It's the first time I'll be seeing what a mage fight might look like,"[/color] Prism commented with a small grin towards the blonde beside her. [color=0054a6]"Not sure if it's smart to do it on a boat though."[/color]

She turned her attention back to the two boys, watching to see how the other one would react to the attack. It would be a chance to observe the different reaches of magic and that was an added benefit to the amusement of watching a fight.

A quick look around made Prism realize that she hadn't been the only one drawn to the fight. There were others, probably prospective students like her too, watching from the sidelines. With a huge grin, Prism held up a hand and raised her voice enough to be heard over the commotion.

[color=0054a6]"Bets, anyone? Place your bets on one of these foolish lads, my friends."[/color] She moved to the front of the growing crowd and held out a hand. [color=0054a6]"Here, I'll start. Twenty bucks says the drunk blonde wins."[/color]