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Post by swiftyuki on Aug 6, 2019 19:23:29 GMT -8
It was a typical day at the Academy. No crazy water goddesses here pulling some weird stunts to attempt some form of justice. It was quieter too, well for Issah anyways. Zedd wasn't around today, probably bothered by something or swamped with overdue homework or tinkering with his sweet boxing mitts. Might need to ask if he could help make me a pair of those. For a friend, obviously.
Issah had peace and quiet, nose stuck in a book- man what is it with young heroes with their faces buried in something? Back in my day, we'd get our faced buried in the dirt or mud or a wall! I guess a book is much softer and less dirty than those, lucky bastards.
But you know what time of year it is? Summer. You know what summer's like? Hot. Hot hot hot hot HOT. Man it's getting a little toasty in here isn't it? Oh look, a fire. Oh. Hey, hey Issah. Issah look up from your book for a minute. Oh wait, he can't hear me. Well, the searing heat should do enough. Well, that and the crackling of wood splitting from the fire burrowing into its wooded...woodness. I wouldn't put that book down unless you were done or fed up with it. But you seem the type to not burn a library of books and rather burn through them. Hehehe, ironic for a water mage, isn't it?
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Post by Sparky on Aug 7, 2019 15:27:37 GMT -8
AT LEAST UNTIL HE WASN'T.
It started off small. Just a mild irritation at the growing heat. And then the subtle recognition of smoke. And then the sound of crackling. And then oh look, he's in hell. A giant inferno raging beside him, leaving the honors student to wonder; How in the hell did I not realize that was there? It certainly was jarring. But it was fire. Just fire. Nothing for him to panic about. Just had to take a step back- tuck the book into his satchel- and just... flick his wrist.
A stream of water pulled forth from the air and the ground following his movement, flowing through along with his hand. With graceful, calculated movements, Isaah collected more water. He didn't know how it started, but the blaze was stopping right here and right now. At least, that's the general plan of the day. The young man flicked his wrist forwards, and like a living being, the stream flew forth, showering and smothering the flames. Even during the whole affair, saying the boy was confused would be a complete and total understatement.
Was it the heat? Was it just some random spark? Was it a fire mage? Was he dreaming? More importantly- how the fuck did he not see it until it had gotten that bad? Isaah really needed to work on his senses. Maybe I really do need to start getting to bed earlier. He thought begrudgingly. Whatever the case, the student would continue to monitor the situation until he was satisfied that he could go back to reading in the peaceful silence of a not burning room.
Seriously, what the hell?
Some part of him truly wondered if it was a fire mage that had lost control of themselves. Or maybe it was just a misplaced spark? And did it even matter? Sure, Isaah was smart, but he wasn't a detective like Sherlock Holmes. This wasn't his job. Yeah, maybe it's his problem right now, but it's not his job to investigate how it all happened and why. Really all the boy had to worry about right now was not getting caught on fire. Even if he could just calmly and quickly put himself out, he didn't want to risk ruining the book. Or his clothes and hair, and just the general area at large.
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Post by swiftyuki on Aug 11, 2019 22:11:14 GMT -8
Ah, straightforward as ever, are we Isaah? As the young man kept moving along his singular path, faint noise disrupting the current roar and hiss of the fire should be heard. A few extra movements through the flames were just a hair quicker than the flickers. Or are your senses as bad you think they are? No matter, whatever water you're wielding won't be enough for my challenge.
A bit of the way down, it seemed like this field of fire was endless. Whatever Isaah could pick out through the clouds of rising smoke, it was everywhere. He'd been walking on hills, up and down in a straight pathway with no exit. Though, one thing has changed through this entire endeavor. He'd hear a few soft giggling. Any looking around, and it looked like something would go hide behind flames. If he was fast enough, he'd see that there were several fire sprites peeking in on him and giggling as they went back behind the flames that they so very well blended into.
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Post by Sparky on Aug 13, 2019 16:01:42 GMT -8
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That's it. Isaah clenched his fists and grit his teeth. The fire was bad as it was, but now seeing just a swarm of sprites that likely caused it, laughing and taunting and mocking him... No, no he couldn't stand for it, that was the final straw. "Rrraaaugh! Enough!!!" The boy shouted, rage filling his voice. With quick, fluid (hehe) movements, Isaah collected all the water, even pulling steam out of the air and cooling it back into water, condensing the mass more and more and more until finally a raging serpent of water formed. The sound of the constantly moving, bubbling, and toiling water almost made it sound as though the fearsome mass was growling and hissing as it writhed, dousing any flame it moved over as it coiled itself around and above the enraged honors student. Spell name: Raging Leviathan
Spell Main Element: Water
Affinity Strength: 9
Function: User creates a massive liquid construct, a torrent of roaring water in the shape of a curling serpent, using it to batter the target with repeated, heavy strikes. Or instead just slamming the massive weight of water into them with brutal results.
It takes immense focus and control to not only direct the mass, but also to maintain it's form, and doing so for long periods can drain an inexperienced caster. Having a larger source of water to pull from can allow a hydro-mage to increase the size of the construct, the trade off being that it requires far more intense focus, control, and a larger well of stamina and mana to draw from to manipulate the large construct that is made. Isaah tracked the sprites with a fearsome glare. Then, quietly, flicked his wrist forwards, hissing one simple phrase. "Sick 'em." The rushing water serpent opened its maw wide, the roaring water sounding like a genuine beast as it rampaged around the fields of flame. Isaah himself didn't move much, simply watching and flicking his wrist every so often to ensure the construct didn't leave his area of influence. Truth be told, even though it appeared he was just watching, in all actuality he was placing immense focus into keeping the construct together and in control. The boy didn't care about the book or his clothes anymore. The enraged young man didn't even care about the flames, or even his pride. He was sick of it all, the mockery, the laughter. This was a temper tantrum, plain and simple. "I've played nice for so long now, kept everything sealed away behind lock and key, dealt with all the idiots and morons snickering and sneering and testing my limits, pushing my buttons like it was some sort of game. ENOUGH! I'm tired of playing nice, I'm tired of behaving, I'm tired of all this BULLSHIT."
Isaah's movements became more deliberate, the constructs rampage more harsh. The boys hands reached ahead and practically clawed the air, forcing the furious construct this way and that. But the effort he was exerting to go through with this little hissy fit was visibly exhausting the honors student, and it was effecting the Leviathan. Water became more unstable, but Isaah didn't seem to notice or care as he continue on his warpath. "I'm done with this!" He shouted at the top of his lungs as the leviathan finally burst, covering the area in rain. "I'm sick of this stupid school, and these stupid assholes, and this stupid. Fucking. Day! Come out here, whoever you are! Stop hiding like cowards!"
The honors student panted and fell to his knees, huffing and sputtering. You good Isaah? You get that all out of your system? You done? Good. Now that the little temper tantrum is over, we can return to our regular scheduled program- Back to you Glory! |
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Post by swiftyuki on Aug 21, 2019 13:16:46 GMT -8
Everything, as fast as the blink of an eye, turned to chaos. Fire sprites were running around, screaming and trying to cover themselves from the sudden downpour of the leviathan. Now Isaah, what did we learn about assumptions? They make an ass out of u and me. They weren't doing anything but looking at the newcomer and giggling. The only person that said they were mocking you, was you yourself. Shame. Shaaaaaaaaaaame. And now you're hurting them, both physically and emotionally. Shaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaame.
A sound of shells clacking against each other every other second or so was heard gaining as someone was closing in the distance. An older fire sprite, wow who knew they could get that old? [smear:#98c0d6]"Hmmmm... Oh me oh my... The stars never called for a shower, more so a flood."[/smear:#b892e2:3] Magma-like eyebrows clouded where this elder's eyes would have been. They were short, hunched over severely, robed in lava cloth, and decorated with rounded obsidian stones as a necklace. Their staff was of ebony greenwood, rounded shells at the tip. A fire sprite shaman, lit. A fair few of the fire sprites he tormented with water gathered behind their elder, others hiding behind flames further away. But the younger sprites stayed back when the elder got closer to the boy too close for their own comfort.
This elder was no taller than Isaah's hip, and their age was blaringly obvious. They stopped right next to the fallen boy and brought out a shaky hand to feel for humidity. [smear:#98c0d6]"Hmm hmmm.."[/smear:#b892e2:3] They turned to Isaah. [smear:#98c0d6]"Ooooh I see. You're a water mage."[/smear:#b892e2:3] Well, feel more than see but you get the idea.
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Post by Sparky on Aug 22, 2019 17:57:40 GMT -8
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Isaah was completely immune to the shaming. In fact, he almost had a sadistic sense of pleasure come from watching the annoying little fucks freaking out. Little assholes deserved to be hurt physically and emotionally. Serves them right for bringing a WATER mage to a world of FIRE. You know, they say opposites attract but rarely is that ever true. When the shaman revealed himself, the young man made an attempt to steady himself back to his feet. Though, the first thought that popped into Isaah's head about the elder really shouldn't have been; I could totally punt this guy so far.
"If this is a school prank, whoever's pulling the strings is definitely dedicated. And definitely getting their ass handed to them." Isaah stated brushing his shirt off. "Alternatively, if you're the reason I'm here- you should probably start giving me reasons on why I shouldn't crush you with a fist made of water and keep you there."
First he has to deal with Zedd. Now he has to deal with this. The young student started rubbing his temples, the headache growing in his sleep deprived noggin glaringly apparent. Fortunately for all involved, for the time being Isaah had pretty much tapped out his mana reserve, so the most he could muster is a few water balls, maybe a small fist of water, but nothing that could really do much... well aside from hurt. A lot.
You know.
Cus they're fire.
And he's water.
You see it's because water douses fi-
You know what, whatever, you get it. Back on topic. Isaah looked around with more than mild irritation on his expression. "You know- I don't know if it's just because I'm a water mage, but I really don't like being here. Oh, wait, it's not because I'm a water mage- it's because I'm sane, and a vast hellscape of fire would be unappealing to most anyone. So, whatever you're going to explain to me, do me a favor and cut to the part about how I get the fuck out of here. That'd be real nice."
Now Isaah, did no one ever teach you manners? Isaah inhaled sharply, and exhaled deeply- which wasn't easy due to the smoke, mind you- and folded his arms as he stared down at the elder shaman. "Look, just... just cut to the chase on what the hell is going on, please."
Well, there might not be an apology, but at least there's a please.
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Post by swiftyuki on Sept 16, 2019 0:35:24 GMT -8
You know, this was going to be a fun little adventure but there's a serious problem with this kid. The moment he's not being bullied, he's bullying others he knows he has an upper hand with? I mean with this, Isaah's pretty much being a Damien. Yowzers.
The shaman didn't seem all that bothered though with how harsh Isaah was being. Well, if I were him I- Oh wait, I am him. Dang, what a plot twist. With his ever-glowing eyebrows and vast fiery wisdom, the shaman stepped closer to get a better look at the boy. Obviously aged to a near crippled state, he couldn't move all that much. [smear:#98c0d6]"Young man, there's a darkness in your heart. Why do you wish harm to those who did nothing to wrong you?"[/smear:#b892e2:3] He seemed genuinely concerned. The other sprites seemed curious but stayed away. The mean water hose man could hurt them more if they came too close.
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Post by Sparky on Nov 19, 2019 13:14:24 GMT -8
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"Because I'm tired of being laughed at." More than that, the young mage was just tired of being messed with. While it wasn't as frequent as it used to be, a few brave souls still thought of poking and prodding at the water mage with their own ideas of "fun." Isaah redirected his gaze elsewhere, shrugging his shoulder reluctantly. "I... guess I just thought this was another prank."
Isaah paused and looked around. "To be fair, no one expects to be suddenly transported into a flaming hellscape."
That part should have been obvious. Even to the most simple minded of folks. Really, how would they react if one nice day, suddenly they were surrounded by a storming ocean. Their reaction would probably be "oh fuck oh shit oh damn oh hell oh piss, get me the fuck out, now." or something along those lines. You know, like a rational person.
"Not to mention when this first started I was worried that my school was on fire, which certainly didn't help my outlook when I was suddenly surrounded by giggling and snickering." The young student looked towards the elder. "Tell me, how would you react if you were in my shoes? But instead of your natural element, imagine it was presented like your world was suddenly flooding."
It was easy to pass judgments when you were looking from the outside in. It's why the boy knew he must look like some sort of monster to them. That didn't erase the fact that the introduction could have been handled far better to avoid such a misunderstanding. Both parties certainly could have done things differently. There was one difference between him and Damien; Damien never felt bad about what he did. But it wasn't like Isaah could just magically repair the damage he had done. Better to accept his mistake than do anything to make things worse.
This was so, so very tiring.
Isaah sighed and quirked a brow at the elder, feeling all the energy go out of him. He just wanted this interaction to be done and over with as soon as possible. "So, tell me, why did you bring me here in the first place? If you were looking for some sort of atrocious beast, you've certainly got it."
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Post by swiftyuki on Dec 7, 2019 20:58:28 GMT -8
All of this was very intriguing indeed, but throughout his speaking, the old fire spirit seemed rather confused. [smear:#98c0d6]"Young man, this place has always been a sea of fire."[/smear:#b892e2:2] He started to walk past Isaah, pausing to motion for the boy to follow him. [smear:#98c0d6]"You see son, fire spirits are often a mischeivous type so you may have to pardon the giggles you hear. But none of us are capable of bringing you to this place."[/smear:#b892e2:2] He moved his staff at a wall of flame to part it, revealing an inky blackness with a faint blue glow and a vast glittering of what looked like stars around them. [smear:#98c0d6]"How you ended up here is a mystery. How you can leave is also of the same page." [/smear:#b892e2:2]Haha, page! Get it! Because Isaah's a book nerd! HAHA! Please no bully me.
The old shaman continued his way seemingly downhill from where he parted the flames, revealing a series of glowing rings with stars locked onto them. There were other things in this area slowly revealing themselves. Other stars scattered around were connected with a golden thread, making out constellations. Along the horizon was a golden band that emitted a glow soft enough to bleach the sky a navy blue. That fiery field Isaah dowsed, if he was following the shaman and looked back, would see it's a star that is now heavily scarred up with cool spots courtesy of that local fire hydrant that popped. You ever stopped to wonder if stars had feelings, boy?! They do! Uhh, not that I wouldn't know. That's not my domain of expertise.
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Post by Sparky on Dec 10, 2019 2:39:46 GMT -8
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Isaah's eyes wandered around what the shaman was showing him, although he found it difficult to pay much attention. What really was on his mind was the question of... how... wasn't he burning to death? Sure, certainly because he was a water mage his body was colder than a normal human's, but shouldn't he feel something? That was probably more discomforting than the flames themselves. Perhaps it's just part of this place's magic? Sprites were fickle beings, if what Isaah remembered was correct. In hindsight... he... probably should have also remembered their pension for giggling and what not. But the young man wasn't exactly in the best mindset when it all started, ok?
The young man blinked back into the moment just as the elder explained how his appearance was a mystery to everyone involved. Which was... disheartening. Sure, the constellations the shaman showed him were cool and all but it didn't exactly show him a way out now did it. Or, it did, but his mind hadn't picked up on the puzzle just yet.
His fingers rubbing at his temples, the young mage let out a reluctant huff. He was tired. Really... really tired. From the day, from the situation, from exerting himself for absolutely no reason. Isaah looked towards the elder sprite and folded his hands over his chest. Emerald eyes reflected some of the starlight of the constellations he was shown, but the boy's focus remained on the fire being.
"So. You didn't bring me here." Isaah's left hand reached up and pinched his brow, rubbing it as the boy tried to keep himself collected. The guy really didn't want to wind up dying here. That was just going to be miserable for... everyone involved. Not just him. Chances were, knowing the human brain well enough, if the boy didn't adapt (which for a water mage would be difficult enough on it's own), he was going to lose his gods damned mind. Surrounded by a sea of flame with no real features for the rest of the poor kid's life? If he didn't succumb to flames, it was a grand old chance he'd go off the rails. Who knew how many Isaah could hurt at that point. "Right. Fine. So, for the sake of everyone involved, do you have any ideas on how to get me out of here within the next hour or two?"
Isaah's brain was fighting itself right now. He knew that patience was an important trait to have in every situation, but the thoughts of being stuck here for days, weeks, months, years, it was starting to settle in a little tinge of worry. The young man disliked most of the student body, sure, but it was a far nicer view. Deep breaths Isaah, keep your cool or else you'll fry your brain like an egg. I need to figure out who caused me to come here. He thought quietly, hand moving to his chin now. There had to be something he remembered from some sort of book he read. He'd studied so gods damned much, it was just a matter of tapping into that reservoir. A legend or a fable, maybe just something that talked about sprites made mention of their planes? It was difficult to tell, and it was hard to think when Isaah was getting more and more home sick by the second.
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Post by swiftyuki on Mar 13, 2020 3:13:36 GMT -8
[smear:#98c0d6]"Hmmm..."[/smear:#b892e2:3] The old sprite seemed to stroke his long, flaming beard and squint really hard while thinking. Though, with how he looked,his big 'ol eyebrows just kind of sank a little. [smear:#98c0d6]"I don't have much of an idea."[/smear:#b892e2:3], he said after a bit of hard thinking. He walked into the rings, straight to the center. The old fire sprite sat just before the middle ring, staring up at another star directly above them. It still seemed a fair distance away but he seemed to be thinking about something regarding the stars.
[smear:#98c0d6]"Perhaps... Hmm.... No, that won't work... Will it?"[/smear:#b892e2:3]
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Post by Sparky on May 7, 2020 16:25:14 GMT -8
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A small huff escaped from Isaah's nose. The young man's emerald gaze tried to see what the elder fire sprite saw, but he couldn't decipher it. Stupid village elders and their mystical ways of doing things. You know, all things considered if Isaah had some sort of warning before popping into hell itself, or, you know, someone picked a better place for him to pop into, the young water mage would have dealt with this a lot differently. Man, the guy just wanted to be left alone, was that such a difficult thing to give him?
But alas, the world was weird and unforgiving. The young man's lips parted as he gave a sigh. He came upon the old sprite, giving up his attempt to see what he saw to look upon the being of fire instead. Isaah held no expectations, but given all the stories he'd read, might as well assume there was some sort of way out of this, right?
"...How can I help...?" There had to be some sort of catch to being here, right? Some grand test or project or whatever. It couldn't have been a complete fluke that Isaah just so happened to be full force projectile yeeted into a place like this. Unless the whole point of him being here was to douse the fire like he was doing when he first arrived. In which case, yeah, nah. Find someone else to be your pet genocidal maniac, Isaah was just pissed off because he thought he was being pranked again.
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Post by swiftyuki on May 9, 2020 23:24:20 GMT -8
[smear:#98c0d6]"Ohh.. Hmm..." [/smear:#b892e2:3]The fire sprite seemed to have a hard time thinking about how to make things worse. The fire sprite thought about how a water mage could help as this appeared to be matters that might be out of the boy's hands.[smear:#98c0d6] "Well..."[/smear:#b892e2:3] His voice trailed. [smear:#98c0d6]"Hmm..."[/smear:#b892e2:3] The elder seemed to look around. The general area around them appeared to be alight with flame but a closer look would reveal streams of a glowing white in between the amber blazen grass. [smear:#98c0d6]"Tell me child, do you think you can do something with this stream of starlight here?"[/smear:#b892e2:3], he asked. Though Isaah was a water mage, there might be a chance that he could do something with that burning white liquid of molten starry goodness, right? That's how this worked right?
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Post by Sparky on May 11, 2020 13:32:41 GMT -8
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"Th-the stream of starlight...?" Isaah looked bewildered. He'd never heard of water mages manipulating such a thing. Starlight was, well, that was more in the realm of fire or light mages depending on how specific you were getting. But Water mages? Sure, it had "stream" in the name, but don't you think you're being a bit too literal here? But then again would this classify as water for this plane? Listen, you're really throwing him a curveball here. "Um... I... can certainly try??"
The water mage looked between the elder and the stream of light. There's no way in hell this is going to work. With a huff and a puff, the young man held his hands out and began to focus on the stream. Eyes shut, expression set, he did everything he could to try his best.
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Post by swiftyuki on May 14, 2020 23:05:22 GMT -8
The elder stepped back to get away from the splash zone, should it work. The stream itself, much to Isaah's expectations didn't seem to react at all to his magic. What a crazy thought that it'd work. The elder seemed to sigh, as the idea didn't seem to do much. There was a puzzle here they'd need to solve but using magic didn't appear to be the answer. The elder waddled back to the runic platform, taking a closer look at it to see if there was any sign hinting at what they needed to do.
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