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Sheep mode activated!

[There is a sheep in the library. Trying to shelve books. Naturally, this is not going very well, mostly because a. lack of hands and b. lack of height. Then there is c. librarian that is giving the poor sheep a lecture on how the distinct smell of sheep is not something that she wants on her books. Two students are standing nearby and discussing with low voices why the hell there is a sheep ....all in all this corner of the library is not particularely quiet right now.

Finally, the sheep replies to the scolding, trying to sound jovial but clearly a bit stressed out.] I'll take my day off today then. See you tomorrow, mate, and if you're up for a pint later, you'll have to pay because I can't carry a wallet right now. [And with a nudge to the poor librarian's butt, the sheep is trotting down the aisle, towards you.]

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√ 001

[England has been having a peaceful week or two lately, recovering from a terrible shock and becoming more and more comfortable with her magic. However, even anime Hogwarts can only be enough for so long, for the great British Empire. She's been feeling rather homesick. She misses the sophisticated rituals and traditions of England, she misses her fairy friends, she misses proper food and tea...

And so, England is now set up outside somewhere she could find some free space with a lovely little table and chairs, complete with tablecloth, tea and scones. The scones actually look quite edible (don't be fooled). She looks very pleased with herself, sitting on her own, drinking tea. She's probably invited a few people to join her (New Zealand, do your duty) but for the moment...

... Well, it's not as if she's lonely!!]

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Un ⚜ Arrivée

[France has absolutely no idea what had just happened. All he remembers is that one minute, he was at home... and the next he had walked through that door, and been enrolled in a school for magicians (which didn't exist, by the way) and assigned to a kodor, or... something like that. And now maref was being held the next day - at least, that was what his papers had said. They really seemed to enjoy making their new students hit the ground running.

Still, this was all a little too much to take in, even for a nation who prided himself on being able to adapt to almost any situation. So there he is, sitting in the courtyard, with his few things collected together into his lap, trying to soak everything in. It's still so surreal, despite how Earth-like it may seem to him - like this is some sort of dream.

He glanced briefly at his arm, and the hideous... thing they'd put there - they'd called in the Rukh's Eye, a way of communication in this world. Initially he'd refused it, but they'd forcibly rolled up his sleeve and shoved it onto his arm. After staring at it for another moment, he quickly pulled down his sleeve to hide it as best he could, before standing up. Well! There was no way he was going to learn about this place if he didn't do something. So he turned to the nearest person, and approached them, smiling, with a question.]

Pardonnez-moi... I am new here, if you could not tell... do you by any chance know where the, ah, maref rooms are...?

(( ooc: You can find him anywhere you like - perhaps you're the person he asked for directions, or maybe you meet him as he's snooping around the area, or even as he's going to the dormitories and getting settled in! Just put where you want to meet him in the subject <3 ~~also if you're a pretty lady, watch out, he flirts~~ ))

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001

[Action 1 - Hallways]

[Jack's just arrived, and he's still taking this place in. He's had his test and his placement, but to be honest, that doesn't mean a lot to him, and, well, he's more interested in looking around. Which is what he's doing. What he's not doing is paying attention to the people in his surroundings. Even after spending what seems like weeks with the guardians (was it really all over in a few days?) he's not used to people being able to see him.

Which probably explains why he's trying to walk through people, and still not learning his lesson.]

Oof-- I'm sorry! Are you okay? [He'll offer a hand if they've been knocked to the ground, or lean over to pick up anything they've dropped, a little flustered.]

[Action 2 - Boy's Dorm]

[The door to his room's still open and he's holding up his uniform, face a picture of distaste.] They expect us to wear this? [No one mention how old fashioned his trousers are or stained his jumper.]

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boris airay

001 | Well hello there

[Everything about this place is new to Boris. At this point, he's not sure whether this is actually a good or a bad thing. It's not Wonderland, he's pretty sure about that now, and while the idea of exploring some place so entirely foreign to him is great and exciting and interesting and--

--what if he loses Alice?

He doesn't even know how he got here. His door is hiding from him, he's certain, and who knows if there's even another way for him to get back home. What if Alice misses him? He'd just made that promise, too, and now he doesn't even know if she's worried or maybe will even remember him if (when) he gets back. He didn't realise this when he first arrived, but now he's spent too long worrying.

The whole first day (it was day for a long time, he thinks, isn't that weird?) he spent napping in what was apparently his room now; he didn't see the other person who shared it, but hopefully they'll get along well enough whenever he does meet them. He'd been sleeping for a reason. Just hoping, on the off chance, that maybe Nightmare would be lurking around to tell him what had happened or at least that Alice was okay.

He's given up on waiting for that chance. He doesn't want to think about it, so now he's familiarising himself with the other 'magicians' (oh- that's what he is now, isn't it? a magician...he's pretty sure that role involves studying or something, but he'll figure that out later) in a more roundabout way than actually approaching them.

Which means going through their things.

Anyone in the halls may notice that he's testing almost every door; if it's unlocked, he enters and eventually makes his way back out to try another door. If you happen to be in your room at the time, a certain cat-eared boy has invited himself in and is curiously looking around with...surprisingly little regard for the fact that someone else is currently occupying it.

This starts in the men's dormitories and will eventually move on to the women's if left unchecked. He's not used to boundaries, you see.]

((ooc tl;dr: Boris is poking around your personal belongings, sorry.))

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roy greenhilt

Reading is Fundamental [Open]

[Odd as it might seem, the guy with the giant sword spends most of his free time in the library. Roy gets plenty of exercise in class (Fighter College had less rigorous training than the body-strengthening marefs!), and he's long past the point where routine training drills with his blade can do more than keep the rust off. So instead, Roy has devoted himself to acquiring information -- about the world, about the dungeons, about magic, about anything he can get his hands on, in the belief that any piece of information could prove useful in the long term.]

[Given how little knowledge had accidentally fallen into his lap this far, he definitely believes this campaign is one that requires active, independent research rather than one that conveniently hands over facts and helpful plot details in convenient notes and surprisingly-relevant books.]

[So you might have seen him in the library -- yet again -- or perhaps carrying as many books as he's allowed to take out, back to his room.]

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latvia

divi ♔ the way back

[It's been over a month since he arrived. Over a month since he set foot in his own country. Over a month and he still hadn't the foggiest idea why he was here. If he had been called for some higher purpose, if it had been explained to him then he might feel a bit better but he'd been pulled from his home with without warning or reason.

At least they'd been nice enough to give him a place to stay and food to eat but they still didn't let him out of the academy. He was supposed to stay here and learn a craft that they'd chosen for him. Normally he would have been enthalled by the whole idea, had he chosen it himself but the implications of the situation left a bad taste in his mouth. This wasn't right, he had responsibilities and he needed to go home.

Latvia stood at the top of the stairs, infront of the gate in the courtyard just as dusk was beginning to fall. If he had come through here it would make sense that entering the gate would take him back. Wringing his hands he took one last look at the school building before reaching out and... nothing. Instead of passing thought as he had hoped his fingers brushed against the portal as if it was solid. Originally he had been worried about where he might come out, but now he was worried he wouldn't be able to get back through. Becoming slightly more desperate he began to push and kick against the gate but it still held strong.

From his burning desire to return home he managed to tap into what little magoi he had. With his strength magic to aid him he took a step back, readying to charge, hoping that it would do something]

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germany (nyotalia)

01 ★

[One hundred and sixty six. One hundred and sixty seven. One hundred and sixty eight. The rhythmic tip-tap of shoes against the cobbled floor barely echoed among the noise of the courtyard of birds--sometimes students, too--overhead, and those calling to one another. Germany's rope slapped against the floor occasionally as she skipped for the past hour. Her uniform was abandoned not far, discarded after-hours for ease of practice.

Her back was starting to ache, however. She'd never felt the strain of her figure before arriving her. Now her back ached liberally with exerted effort. If anything was an incentive to get out of here and where she belonged, getting rid of back ache was a good one as any.]

One hundred and seventy. One hundred and seventy one. [She muttered to herself, resisting the urge to wipe her damp fringe off her forehead. Perhaps she could get two hours out of this before figuring out what to do about food for the evening.

The thought was just about distracting her from those who stared as she exercised.]

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liao zhang

001

[Rukhs. Dungeon Gates. Magicians.

Magic.

He could barely wrap his head around these terms, to acknowledge their existence as real and fact. Not just some slight of hand or a cheap charlatan's trick. No, there were flying carpets, magic spells that could lift a man of his feet and send him flying in one direction if he resisted, a strange crystal that pushed back when he carefully placed his hands on the smooth surface, and the alien architecture and foreign words that he had to accept as his reality now.

They called him an Indigo Mage, a Strength Mage. He glanced down at his hand; a warrior's hand, covered in calluses and skin hardened and toughened through war and training. Flexing his fingers, he frowned, closing them to form a fist and straining to find his Qi; the energy that brought forth strength from within. But where there was once something, now there was nothing. It was like reaching for a tool, no, it was like trying to move an arm or a leg, only to find...nothing. It was as if his access to his Qi was blocked.

He leaned his head back on the wall he was resting on outside his assigned room 107, closing his eyes in an attempt to block out the sounds and sights around him. He might appear relaxed, but his other hand gripped his twin axes tightly, an indication of the distress and inner turmoil he was feeling. He was still trying to come to terms with all that had happened back home, still searching for answers to the questions that burned within him, a quiet, intense flame that consumed his every being, and now that he was here, in Magnoshuttatt, his problems only multiplied. Quietly, he muttered to himself.]

Can the way of the warrior lead me home, when I'm no longer the warrior I once was?

[Maybe you overheard him? Without his Qi, his senses had been dulled and it was more difficult to notice people, especially with his eyes closed like that. Or perhaps you're wondering why he's just standing outside his room like that, still wearing the Chinese armour he arrived in. At any rate, he looked like he needed someone to talk to.]

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hama

snow dance

[It's been a long time since Hama had to get used to living somewhere new, but she finds it oddly reassuring that she doesn't like it any more than she did fifteen years ago. It isn't the weather that bothers her, nor the place itself, nor the people in it (with only a few exceptions) - but the simple fact that she's here and never wanted to be, robbed of her Psynergy without warning or explanation, and expected to learn magic simply because it's there? What's the purpose of it all? How did they do it? And what's to happen back home?

Her room is larger than she's used to, with enough space to do at least most of her exercises and forms, especially now that the cold has set in. But she needs more practice with the staff, especially with her magic tied to it, and that hasn't been possible indoors so far. And since the snow doesn't show any signs of letting up, there's only to find a space that's been mostly cleared and practice there.

Thus, Hama can be found in the courtyard, practicing forms. Snowflakes swirl around the ends of the staff and spiral away when it spins, caught in the eddying currents of air produced by her magic.

Feel free to bother her!]

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latvia

viens ♔ may december romance

[After having a few encounters under the mistletoe, Latvia was quick to catch on to the kinds of effects it had. He wasn't sure why, maybe it was just normal here much like all the other obscene things that no one gave a second glance at. He might have been a bit cynical but deep down Latvia was a romantic at heart and unless something like this happened on valentines day this would probably be the most attention he'd get from girls all year.

So he sat in a hallway near the girls dormitories with a small palette of paint and a jar of water nearby. With a fine brush he carefully painted a colourful design on the side of a wooden train. It was a slightly clunky shape but well sanded down so the edges were smooth. The plasters around his fingers were proof of his effort. He was a little disappointed he couldn't have used the kind of wood he was used to. He hadn't done much wood carving back home but here it was a nice distraction from his terrible performances in class. At least this was something he could do.

It would be such a good scene. A down to earth heroine and the Latvian toy maker among the quiet halls and the light streaming through the frost kissed windows as their own lips touched.

He'd certainly have to use that in his next novella. Latvia smiled to himself from his place under the mistletoe. As the sounds of footsteps reached his ears he did his best to act busy on his conversation starter. He wasn't going to mess this up]

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sayaka maizono

♬ 001; They all think I'm crazy ‘cause I'm laughing in the wind.

[ A few weeks passed since Sayaka appeared in this mysterious place, and despite the initial shock, she's accustoming to this new place. Trying her best to put everything of her past behind, as much as it hurts her deeply not being able to be an idol again, she struggles to act friendly towards everyone she meets, especially her schoolmates who are mostly on the same boat as her.

The physical strength lessons put a strain on her mood however, not enough to make her wish she was dead again - but it was close. Not that her magic practice is going better either, even though she attends every lesson and only improved a little bit. Her... wand is to blame, in a way. This kitchen knife that somehow allows her to use magic... she couldn't throw it away, after all. Living with this fact was the hardest task for her this month.

Today, however, could be marked as the day in which Sayaka's mood lifts considerably, once she sees the snow outside. It's been years since she had the time to play with snow at all, considering how busy she was with her career back home. The weather will influence the rest of her day, even considering those mistletoes hanging around...

From here, choose your own adventure! ]

[ Action A - Courtyard ]

[ Sayaka is outside in the courtyard, wrapped in her coat and running around like an excited little girl who laughs everytime her boots sink in the snow, making snow angels, and gathering snowballs that she'll use to throw it at your character's feet. ]

Hey! Wanna play snow fight with me? [ She winks, with another snowball already in her hand. ]

[ Action B - Library ]

[ Later that day, still in a chirpy mood, she'll head over to the library, to return some books and pick others. She's trying to make the best out of learning about Sound Magic, to improve from the gradual results she got so far.

Not that she notices the mistletoe hanging from the doorway on her way out... ]

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poland

0 1 ✧ S N O W D A Y

[After almost a month of school and pretty abusive physical strength training classes, Poland was feeling a little homesick. Especially since he probably wouldn't be spending his favorite holiday at home.

Waking up to his dorm window frosted with snow was the best thing that happened in weeks! Who cares if he suddenly can't manage much more than a spark when it comes to magic, there's snow!]

A. Action - Courtyard

[Poland is bundled up, working on a mound of snow that looks suspiciously like a certain instructor.]

Mmm... [Poland taps his chin in thought, looking over his work.] ...still needs stuff.

Oh! [Grabbing a fallen branch and tying a shoe lace to the end of it so it vaguely resembles a whip, he sticks it into the side of the mound.]

Yes.

B. Action - Courtyard

[The courtyard is kind of pretty when it's covered in a layer of snow, Poland muses. Especially so when he was looking out over it from the tree he climbed up into...

...with a lap full of snow balls, just waiting to be used on the unsuspecting passerby.]

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koharu izaki

02 | Winter

A. A courtyard

[ It was snowing. Snowing, real snow. Winter had arrived and Koharu was a child again, running out after class to greet it. Hands outstretched, she let the snow fall onto her fingertips and hair, melting where it touched. It only took a few minutes of looking up into the snow for her to come to a realization. Water is ice--and snow. Can she...

Her gun is off her back before she can finish her thought and raised her 'wand' to direct the snow. The spell that moves water moves snow just as well and she's delighted to watch it spin and spiral at her direction. It isn't long before she half-dancing, the tip of her gun delicately tracing a pattern around her in snow and ice. Her steps are sure despite the slippery floor, though a loud noise or sudden movement is sure to startle.]

B. Near the dining hall

[Her face is rosy-cheeked from the chill of snow and the effort of dancing. The exhilaration of discovering something unique and beautiful about her powers hasn't left her even now. Stopping at an archway to catch her breath, she giggles breathlessly, happy and content for possibly the first time since she's arrived. The mistletoe above her goes unnoticed.]

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billy kaplan

fyrstr ⁂ action

[It's lunch time, and Billy is sitting alone. Instead of eating, he's holding his hands close together. So he's lost his powers once, so this shouldn't be too bad, right? It's probably just a mind trick or a spell. Someone brought him here -- there has to be a reason, right? He's been reading up on the magic here, but learning all this stuff again when it came so naturally to him before... well, let's say that's a lot harder.

It's hard to concentrate in the middle of lunch, but working under pressure is what he's used to. He's been trying a week to form something somewhat resembling his old magic abilities. He closes his eyes, and between his fingers a bright light begins to form. The ball of energy isn't controlled for long, as it shoots off in a random direction. Did it hit your character? Barely miss them? Either way, it's not that strong, but it probably felt like static electricity just passed through your entire body.

Billy opens his eyes, looking where the ball of energy went. Oh it went... whoops. He quickly goes over there. ]

You okay there? I swear that wasn't intentional, really!

[ooc: forgive me for my slowness! i'm still recovering but i'll try to tagback well c:]

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koharu izaki

01 | Homesick

[Her maref homework was done for the day and she had yet to really explore this level. Not being able to go to the next level up was a little disappointing but this level had much to see. She wished she'd had another choice between her old school uniform and this new school uniform, but after several days of black, the bits of color in this uniform were a welcome refreshment. If she had to stay here, she at least wanted to be able to buy something else. Maybe there was a way and she hadn't quite figured it out.

Whether it's peering at the men's dormitory (but never venturing too close), skirting the training areas, or staring in awe up at the library walls that seemed to stretch into infinity, she seems completely at ease with her new situation. Of course she isn't but complaining or showing her melancholy never helped.

Finally she finds a quiet courtyard and stops there to admire it, speaking softly aloud]

It's beautiful...but so strange. [Little sigh] What I wouldn't give for a bowl of miso soup.

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new zealand

There might be a bed, but sleeping is not where it's at.

[Whoever passes by the entrance to the dorms will see a teenager of maybe 14 years, but that age is really only visible in the bits of remaining baby fat and other such details of the facial structure: The brunet looks exhausted, the eyes much too old, acutely so, and more blood than can reasonably be shed by one person is spilt over a greenish military uniform, complete with helmet and everything, that is caked in dust and grime. A rifle is slung over one shoulder, loosely, as if to keep it ready and at hand, but while alert, Kiwi is not about to use it if spooked. There has been too much death in the recent and very recent past to really need more.]

This place looks peaceful. [It's not really meant as a remark to someone, more as a note-to-self kind of finding.]

So [and this is where the nation will adress the world as a whole, or maybe the building that the brunet is standing in front of] everyone here is supposed to dabble or be dabbling in magic. I'm surprised that the city is still standing.

[Having seen and hear about magic what the nation has, Kiwi is not too keen on getting first hand experiences in magic.] I wonder if it is very different from what they do at home.

...There can't be much more time left before I wake up. Standing around here isn't going to make the most of this. [The brunet's expression turns into a smile that speaks of a determination to not let the worries of the waking world affect the inside of a peaceful dream.]

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!npc post

CLASS TIME!

[Welcome to class with Myers! It's easy to feel intimidated by her, and if you aren't intimidated by her, the sound of her whip cracking will probably send a chill up your spine.]

Just because you're new doesn't mean I'll go easy on you! Drop and give me fifty push ups, and I don't want to see any bent knees, you hear me? You don't want to be a sixth level kodor forever, do you? Because I'll make you pass the iktiyar if you like it or not!

[She walks around more, cracking her whip again. Maybe she almost whipped your character.] Don't you dare even think about being absent tomorrow!

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sinbad

POST 1 - action for all, plenty of action

[ sinbad is troubled. when he's troubled, you know it's serious. but it could be because no one else is here to be worried in his place. either way, a strong, authoritative voice addresses the masses while he stands importantly on the steps to the library. or near the dormitories. or wherever. yes, he makes this speech more than once, it's that important!! ~~or he just moves when he's kicked out~~ ]

People of Magnoshutatt! I am the King of Sindria, Sinbad. [ a pause and expectant look, because you're supposed to have heard of him. he's kind of a Big Deal. ] I realize that somehow, the magicians here have brought you in from other places. But I'm from this land and I know what we're dealing with. That being said, I need to return to my own country. I'd like to negotiate my passage and the return of my djinn to their containers. I'm also willing to take on anyone else who is uncomfortable with these circumstances. Sindria welcomes you until you can return home!

[ another pause as he must change subjects. ]

Furthermore! I don't know if this is a joke but I have to say, it's a little strange, yet since I arrived here... [ he pulls down his pants. yes, all of it, underwear and all. there's a leaf covering his family jewels, but when he starts to focus his magoi, it pretty much sparkles .... ]

Every time I use my magoi, this glows.

(ooc: please also forgive my slow tagging ... end of semester woes)

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GRAND OPENING: MINGLE POST!

Welcome to Magnoshutatt!

The game is officially OPEN! Feel free to make your own posts in the community and get the ball rolling. To commemorate the game's opening, we've set up this intro mingle post to help you guys get settled in. NPCs might even pop in from time to time to guide your characters along or make their school life harder. Even so, we hope you have fun and enjoy!

Please don't forget to add the date when the thread is taking place (e.g. "5th day of the 1st term", "term 1, day 5") in the subject line! December 1 is the 1st day of the 1st term, December 2 is the 2nd... you get the idea.

Dungeon Entrance
Kodor Exam
Dormitories
Body strengthening maref
Basic magic maref
Lunch break
Library
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