Magic School! [Open]

[unrecovered]

[OOC: It's exactly what it says on the tin: magic school! Where the more magically apt teach those less so to use what they've been unwillingly given. Feel free to make subthreads to teach or to learn, and assume this is all taking place in the park on the same(ish) day.]

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TK and Not blowing yourself up 101

[oldfashionedfutureboy]

[ You wanna know how to move things with your mind? You wanna make things flare up in light and fire and all kinds of awe inspiring bullshit but NOT get yourself killed?

Or did you just hurt yourself in one of the other lessons and need a doctor? Here's Bones, Medkit in hand, scowl on his face, glowering at the whole congregation. ]

Kirk needs the remedial course, clearly

[universal_charm]

_{[ Guess who's coming up to you Bones? Your favorite patient. Well, maybe not favorite, but probably most frequent. ]}

Tell me repeated static shocks is the one thing you don't have a list of deadly side effects for.

[oldfashionedfutureboy]

I got several rang'n from 'this'll kill you slow' to 'this'll blow you up.' Lemme see your hands.

[ Giving Jim a solid scan will tell him how much this has messed with his nervous system already. ]

Target Practice AKA Bet You Can't Hit Me!

[goddamngrenades]

[ People need a target and York can take a beating. Well.

In the suit he can take a beating and he can get out of the way pretty quick if he needs to. Might take him a little while to wander on back to the park but he'll make it eventually. So here's him, suited up, helmet on his hip, grinning his wide jackass grin. ]


Seriously. Bet you can't hit me.

[unrecovered]

[And this is Wash, in casual clothes, arms folded. Someone does not look impressed.]

You might wanna put your helmet on.

[goddamngrenades]

Pff. What are you gonna do? Blow me over?

[ York smirks, rocking back on his heels. ]

When someone steps up to take a swing I'll put it on.

Pretty sure these two haven't had the chance to meet yet

[fearmylaserface]

... Do you really enjoy getting hurt, York?

[Oh yea, Epsilon is familiar enough with the kind of damage magic can do, so forgive him for disliking the thought. He likes York. He's cool. Well the one in other place he was in was cool. Taught him fighting.]

nope, not even once

[goddamngrenades]

Depends- who are you?

[ Because some shit he'll own up to, most he won't. On account of- well. Who the hell wants to hear about his baggage? No one. ]

Teach me! Also snack break

[unrecovered]

[Wash is here to bust his ass and get better - as far as he's concerned, it's another training session, albeit with a lot of people who are better at this than he is and hopefully willing to share their expertise. He might approach you for help; he might be practicing on his own; or he might be hanging out in the shade of a tree, with every protein bar and water bottle he could get from the apartment's self-replenishing fridge, which turn out to be quite a few. He's willing to share, but he won't listen to complaints; if you want orange slices, you can go find a soccer mom for all he cares.]

[universal_charm]

_{[ Wash is one of the few people he can say he might actively know, and who potentially looks as frustrated as he does with all this magic. He could be wrong, but he was willing to think so and assuage his own ego for the moment. ]}

Can I bum one of those off you?

_{[ He nods at the protein bars and water. All this magic business made a man hungry. ]}

[unrecovered]

[Kirk catches Wash in the middle of a solid 10 minutes of concentration. He remembers, hazy, from his childhood, watching a cartoon that had a character who could control wind, and some of the things he could do with it. It's one of the few times Wash wishes he could remember more, but what he's got will have to do for now. He's taken to shaping the wind into a small, tightly rotating sphere that he can hold between his hands - or at least, that's what he's trying to do. He's only vaguely there, but it's a good exercise in concentration and control, and that'll work for now. He's going at it with the single-minded focus that benefits him in some situations and gets him run over by armored vehicles in others, and- well, at least there aren't any cars here.]

[He jumps when Kirk addresses him and drops focus completely, the loose, half-formed sphere between his hands dissipating in a puff of air. There's a moment of disorientation during shifting mental gears where his first reaction to Kirk's words is to reach for the pack of cigarettes he doesn't have because he quit smoking years ago- but that's not what Kirk's talking about. Right.]

Help yourself.

[diediediediediedie]

[Peridot needed to be alone for a few moments to gather her thoughts, and, most important, calm down. This was all insane and all these people were insane and the man who brought her here was insane. But. Rose Quartz believed in it and circumstances being what they were...Well, she could trust that a Quartz believed this would work.

That could be good enough for now-

Suddenly, she's jarred out of her thoughts by a gust of wind shoving her backwards. Unable to abide that, she pushes back against it such that one would think she was doing some kind of mime routine. And just as quickly as it came it dies away, leaving Peridot to fall face first into the dirt. She pushes herself up, dusts herself off, and begins an annoyed search for the source. That did NOT follow established weather patterns on this primitive world!]

[unrecovered]

[That really shouldn't have been as funny as it was. All the same, Wash is fighting to keep a straight face as Peridot gets up and looks for the source of the wind. He still doesn't have the level of control he needs, and he really should apologize for blowing her over like that, but...she's an angry green Dorito and he can't quite get past that.]

[Still.]

You okay?

The Basics of Magic, Pony Style

[letteropener]

[Celestia has only light here, a sharp loss of power and strength from her home. But she also has years upon years of experience with magic, and education both theoretical and practical. So the alicorn is on hand to offer whatever she can, be it advice or practical tutoring or therapy, as the case may be.[

[unrecovered]

[Wash has been busting his ass practicing his magic since Celestia taught him to access it with anything resembling precision or control. He's gotten better, but he knows there's some things he won't be able to parse out on his own, so he may as well get some help from one of the best teachers here. To that end, he approaches with a smile and a wave.]

Hey. How're you doing?

[letteropener]

I am well, of course. [Because Wash doesn't really need to hear about the worries gnawing at her, or the greater existential crises her presence here inspires, or... well, any of that.] I trust you are too, and that your practice is going all right?

Teach me! With potentially shocks

[universal_charm]

<sub>[ Kirk had come because despite how much he did not want to believe in magic, that seemed a reality here didn't it? It messed with his head, but he was sort of discovering he had a knack for electricity and the electrical things around him. Didn't mean he had any damn control over it, of course, and he had a nasty habit of shocking himself and sometimes others.

So you can find him sitting down concentrating hard on what looks to be a music player, the music going in and out as he tried to work the basic controls. The music is as rock as he can find, though he was beginning to wonder if something of a more instrumental and classical bent wouldn't help. That was supposed to help with concentration and IQ right? Naw. Rock was more fun.

And whoops, there was an especially loud squeal of guitars followed quickly by a yelp as he touched the machine and got himself shocked - again. ]</sub>

This is getting old.

Teach me! Though I will not ask for help and probably set everything on fire

[jonesiseverywhere]

[What's the first thing you learn in every video game? Throw a fireball.

And yet Casey can't even seem to manage that. You have to make enough fire to form into a ball, and then you have to form it into a ball and fire...just kind of catches on everything.

Long story short, what flies through the air isn't a fireball so much as a burning fingerless glove that slipped off his hand.]

Whoops! Heads up!

[Hopefully someone will stomp that out.]

[raisethemoon]

[Or Luna will just dump a globe of water on it.]

Why are you wearing gloves when you create fire from your hands?

[jonesiseverywhere]

[He breathes a small sigh. That deserves a thoughtful answer...largely cause he never thought about it.]

'Cause they look cool!

An' they keep the splinters outta my hands when I use my hockey sticks, that too.

[panspermia]

[ Greg's not really sure why he's here, being honest. Besides getting dragged along. As far as he knows, no one has the same sort of magic as he does, so they can't teach him how to use it better.

As is, he's just popped a few seed packets into the dirt, and sat back with his guitar in wait for things to develop.

Yup. He's literally watching grass grow. He may or may not have fallen asleep. ]

[unrecovered]

[As far as Wash is concerned, Greg needs a different teacher - one that will actually respect him as a person. To that end, he brings Celestia over to meet him...and he's asleep. Talk about your great first impressions.]

[Um.]

[He raises his voice a little bit, acting about as casual as he can.]

How's it going, Greg?

Water-Bending 101 + Fight the Flying Murder Horse

[raisethemoon]

[Luna's been here long enough to get used to having only water magic, though the sharp loss of power is still something of a sore spot. She's got plenty of general magic experience though, as well as the ability to attack you from the air like some kind of flying hooved demon spawn.

...speaking of, she's also willing to teach you all how to not make Shadow deals, you bloody idiots.]

A Gem's Guide to Magic

[defactodefector]

[Rose waits for her class to arrive, before standing in front of them- even if it turns out to just be one person- and starting things off with a talk.]

So... magic.

I've never really been a teacher before, but I do have plenty of experience with it. For Gems, my people, it tends to come very naturally. It works differently for everyone- some need to focus, some need to relax- it's very much something connected to our emotional state. And so far as I can tell, the magic here seems to be very similar.

So, if you've tapped into your magic before, try and remember what you were feeling in that moment, and try to replicate it. Keep practicing, until it's second nature- until even in the middle of a raging battle, you can keep a level head and use your abilities.

Just keep in mind- a lack of emotional control might mean a lack of magical control, as well. It's still something I'm having to re-learn myself, with the magic I've gotten here.

Now, I want you to try that- see if you can use and control your magic, first of all, before we get started really learning.

[diediediediediedie]

Last time I used my magic I remember...trying to fire my blaster. Which I no longer have. Firing my blaster was already second nature to me. Which was good! Because healing is something I still have no idea about.

[Behold, Rose: your pupil. Sitting on the grass, which is itchy, and showing her mastery of the art of passive-aggression, which she has become very skilled at.]