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judging by their very conflicting personalities there probably won't be a courtyard anymore after their match is done
Oh just a quick note: the arena that they're using is magically enhanced to minimize the damage to the surrounding environment so that's why Nyx told them to go all out.
@TheWendil Either way is fine. Decide who will win with the person(s) you're paired up with. You can decide how lengthy the fight will be. At some point I will have everybody wrap up their fights if it's gone on for too long.
EDIT: @ERode lol yes as much as a coincidence that one seems!
EDIT: @ERode lol yes as much as a coincidence that one seems!
Posted~ All match-ups are randomized. Now get out there and kill each other!
Class-C Lecture Hall | Interactions: None
Once everyone settles back into their seats, Nyx wastes no time in starting up the lecture. "Would anyone like to guess why they would hold a 'fair' after a welcoming ceremony? So that students can have a bit of fun on their first day of the new semester? Sign up for clubs? Hang out with your friends?" Nyx stands up from his seat and leans against the blackboard with arms crossed. "All foolish notions. You know what I like to call the 'welcoming ceremony'? 'Opposition research'. And that is especially true this year." He pauses, letting the magical blackboard write something out. "'The Festival of Champions'." He pauses again to let those words sink into the students' minds. "Every ten years, a great tournament is held by Avalice; one that lasts an entire month. Every class aside from Class Aster is expected to participate in contests of battle and games for the amusement of both the Academy faculty and the common citizens of Genelogia. Points are tracked for every win a class receives in any one of the many events. And, at the end of festival," Nyx glares at the class with intense eyes, "the five classes with the lowest point tally are expelled immediately."
His words echo with the feeling of dread. 'Expelled immediately'? Every single student in the class? Just what sort of game are they playing at here? "My generation never had to compete in the tournament, but take a guess what lucky year we're in. We have three months until the Festival begins. Three months of preparatory work. After those three months are up, your fate is left in your own hands. You either win, or you lose. It's as simple as that. I shouldn't have to tell you what everyone thinks of our chances to make it out of the bottom five are. It'll be your chance to prove them wrong." He walks back to his desk without sitting down. "With that said, it's time for your first test."
Class-C Courtyard | Interactions: None
The sun beats high overhead, enveloping the courtyard in the warm Spring glow. Every class has its own courtyard and private garden. The prized possession of the latter being the class's signature flower. For Class-C, that would be their purple camellias. A rare hybrid coloration not found anywhere else but here in Avalice. Since camellias bloom from Fall all the way through Spring, an orchard of violet hues blankets the courtyard for all to enjoy. But today's lesson is far from flower viewing. A small, green frog hops to and fro among the cobblestone path. It flees into the bushes as soon as the class passes by. They soon arrive at an arena large enough to comfortably fit everyone inside.
"The key to becoming stronger is through your control of mana. There are those who compare mana to the blood which flows through our veins. 'Blood for the self. Mana for the soul'. An idiotic expression. Mana is a language. A set of components and instructions in which we manipulate to form the extraordinary." A odd-looking tome begins to levitate beside Nyx. "This is a Lexicon. Those of you who are in any way adept with magic should know what this is. To everyone else: this is the highest form of the magic tome. I can count on one hand the number of people who are alive today that is in possession of a Lexicon; myself being one of them. This tome contains no spells, no pre-fashioned formulas. It simply contains that 'Language of Mana'. Illegible by anyone but the owner of said Lexicon, this language can be used to freely craft any spells at will. But, to do that, one's mana channeling must be flawless."
Nyx takes the Lexicon and straps it to his belt. "The point being: power is directly correlated to one's control of mana. If you ever wondered why none of you can sense my mana, it is because I have complete control over it. Those with poor control leak their mana like a weaved basket filled with water. Right now, I can tell that none of you can fully control your own. Today's test will help me determine the level of control you have with your mana in a combat scenario. One-on-one bouts; you will fight until only one of you is standing." Suddenly, a list appears out of thin air. It contains the match-ups of the test. "Once you know your opponent, find a spot in this arena and get started. Feel free to not hold back." Nyx begins to walk away toward a nearby bench. "Oh, right. There is one more thing. I will be expelling over half the class once this test concludes. So you may want to take this seriously." He says with complete nonchalance.
No idea why I use the Nyx header for a post entirely from Hana'O's perspective but there you go.
Do we even have a tank character?
Is this a bad part to mention like half the cast has healing spells?
Do we even have a tank character?
Avalice Academy Plaza | Interactions: @KoL
As Hana'O opens her eyes, she is greeted by the lovely smile of a girl with silver hair and piercing golden eyes. It seems the girl had not expected anyone to speak about her mana in such a complimentary way. So, she introduces herself as 'Eris Reinhardt of Class-C' and tells the Sixth Seat that she is someone akin to an admirer. Hana'O has heard that last word often. And, unfortunately, it's not always something she wants to hear. That word usually follows with some form of negative interaction afterward. Almost instinctively, Hana'O mentally braces herself for what's coming next.
But, much to her surprise, nothing approaching ill-mannered ever came. Instead, Eris tells her that she has no intention of eliciting a duel or anything of the sort. Hana'O's eyes grow slightly wider with pleasant surprise. Eris then says that it must be difficult for Hana'O to be in such a position constantly. Hana'O smiles gently in response. "It's not for one such as I to complain about duty." Hana'O replies, but her tone seems pained. It's obvious she agrees that the challenges are tiresome, but it's also obvious she is very much duty-bound to it despite her true feelings.
"I," she hesitates before locking eyes with Eris, "sometimes wish that someone stronger would appear and finally wrest me from my seat. Power... can be a curse." She shakes her head. "Oh, but where are my manners? I am Hana'O, 651st of my name. It is a pleasure to meet you, Lady Reinhardt." She places her hands on her lap and does a traditional bow of her culture, known as Ojigi. "Forgive my lack of knowledge on the families of this land, but, 'Reinhardt' is the name of a noble family, is it not?"
Some time later, a familiar voice calls out for Hana'O. One of the Seven. It would appear that it's time for Hana'O to take her leave. She picks up her thing and walks up to Eris with a friendly smile. "It seems I have to go now. I regret not being able to talk with you more. It's been a decidedly more pleasant meeting than I've had in a very long time. Lady Reinhardt," she bows once more, "I pray our paths cross again. Perhaps, we can become friends then?" She almost falters to suggest. It's as if she thinks Eris would be offended by the idea. Soon after, Hana'O leaves, returning to her tiresome duty.
I volunteer Misaiya for the threeway. It's the only scenario where he's got even the slightest chance of not dying instantly.
But yeah I agree. He can watch the other two duke it out and then just beat the crap out of the winner with his 5-foot stick, usurping the victory.
I walked into that one.
And nah it won't be an inconvenience. I'll have something up later today.
And nah it won't be an inconvenience. I'll have something up later today.
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