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Wearing Power Armor to a Magic School (108/?)
🕑 Added 2024-11-24 17:05:03 +0000 UTC“Nothing?!” The Lupinor and Vunerian pair parroted.
“Yup! You heard me right — nothing!” I acknowledged through a cheeky grin, a fact that translated reasonably well through my speakers. “It’s your time to shine after all!”
“You spit in the face of what little remains of the pride and dignity of this peer group, earthrealmer.” Ilunor rebutted, his sooty breaths quickly escalating to small bouts of flame-broiled anger.
“I understand the noble intent behind restraint and stoicism, Emma. However I cannot see how your plan to do nothing will address the core issue we face. It’d be tantamount to simply abstaining at this point, which is what we better do if your plan is simply to remain on the sidelines whilst we demonstrate our abilities.” Thalmin quickly added, before quickly shifting gears to a more concerned tone of voice. “If this is about making a point to sacrifice your image of strength for our sake, then I must make it clear to you that I will not accept an exchange of face.”
However, before I could respond to both of the pair’s concerns, it was the silent and contemplative Thacea who managed to immediately decipher my cryptic intent, as she turned towards me with a raised brow.
“By ‘doing nothing’, you are alluding to the passive abilities of your armor, aren’t you, Emma?” The princess deduced.
“Precisely, princess.” I grinned widely, and with a soft cackle that almost immediately brought Thalmin over to my side.
“Your suit’s mana resistance… is, in the eyes of the rules, a form of magic in and of itself.” The lupinor spoke with a wide toothy grin, his tune completely shifting upon that realization.
“I’d hardly consider mana resistance as a display of magical prowess.” Ilunor huffed out, before going quiet, his eyes widening at a certain revelation. “Unless…”
“It’s paired with equally impressive displays of magic.” Thalmin offered, as the pair locked eyes right at that moment of clarity.
“The higher the forms of magic that are resisted or nullified, the more points the mage behind said resistance will earn.” Ilunor concluded, more or less giving credence to what was at first a far-fetched, half-baked idea born out of me reaching.
“Sooooo, I’m guessing this checks out then?” I asked, prompting the Vunerian to go deep into thought, his brows furrowing in a seriousness that I didn’t often see from him.
“Make no mistake, Cadet Emma Booker, this… will serve as the bare minimum towards participation. Though given the previous option of being disqualified or gaining practically no points whatsoever… this will have to do.”
“Hey, if I’m able to push you guys over the barrier to entry, to at least contribute something towards participation points — then that’s a win in my book.” I acknowledged with an optimistic smile, a fact that the Vunerian seemed to be both annoyed by yet begrudgingly accepting of.
“Be that as it may be, we are still woefully behind in preparations for the House Choosing Ceremony.” Thacea countered. “Given our prior intent to abstain, we lack the choreography and the plans towards what other peer groups would have undoubtedly already—”
ALERT: LOCALIZED SURGE OF MANA-RADIATION DETECTED, 200% ABOVE BACKGROUND RADIATION LEVELS
THWACK!
A literal folder brimming full of loose papers slammed against the coffee table in front of us, the Vunerian proudly displaying his signature cocksure grin, as if waiting for this precise moment.
“Correction, my dear princess. We are, for all intents and purposes, more than adequately prepared for this very eventuality.” The smugness on the Vunerian’s face could only be challenged by sheer pride and self-satisfaction underlying every syllable of his voice.
“So… you’ve been planning for this all along?” I asked, cocking my head in abject confusion.
“Yes. Have you not been following, earthrealmer? LIfe is a game of theater, and what greater theater is there than these calls to public performance? Of course I’d have been thoroughly prepared for this very eventuality!”
“You literally just said you gave up because of me.” I countered bluntly, causing the Vunerian’s features to waver somewhat.
“Well I—, you see—”
“Ilunor… have you just been choreographing and composing for a show that you never intended to join?” Thalmin doubled down, cocking his head in the process as he began rummaging through the folder, revealing pieces of what I could only describe as storyboards, all of which prominently featured a certain Vunerian taking the lead, with a familiar-looking avinor and lupinor present by his side.
I didn’t know where to start.
Especially as Thalmin began flipping through page after page of genuinely well-sketched out storyboards.
Though the further he flipped through them, the more intricate they seemed to become… at least when it came to Ilunor.
This was because the roughly drawn avinor and lupinor eventually stopped appearing on the sketches entirely, replaced instead by vague stick-figure looking silhouettes, with seemingly all artistic effort drained and redirected towards the star of the show — Ilunor.
The disparity between Ilunor and the rest of the drawn figures was striking, with the Vunerian’s features greatly exaggerated, and his feats of magic drawn to such a degree that left whatever stick figures were in the background to become mere specks on the page.
Moreover, he even went into the effort of coloring and animating a few of these pieces, though both the color and animation was entirely reserved for himself and his feats of magic.
These explorations into the Vunerian’s artistic endeavors were eventually cut short by the noble in question grabbing the pages right out of the lupinor’s hands — his face puffing with incredulity.
“I will have you know that there was a period of time, prior to the loss of all hope, where I had assumed the earthrealmer was in fact not truly manaless. It was within that short span of time that I had taken it upon myself to begin planning for the house choosing ceremony.” The Vunerian clarified, though this explanation brought up more questions than it did answers.
“But there’s gotta be at least two hundred or so pages there, Ilunor. How the heck did you have the time, in between running errands for Mal’tory, to actually sketch all of this out?” I countered, half out of disbelief, and half due to confusion as to the sudden and unexpected appearance of this more artistically inclined side of the noble.
Though given his track record and stated interests… I should’ve honestly seen this coming.
“That’s because I only sketched five of those pages at the Academy, earthrealmer.” Ilunor responded with a sigh.
That answer was more than enough to clue me into what was going on, as a cheeky grin formed across my face.
“That explains why Thacea and Thalmin only appear in a few of these.” I began.
“Exactly.” Ilunor nodded.
“The rest of these works were sketched prior to the Academy then.” I stifled a giggle. “Ilunor… were these your screenplay manuscripts? Your pitch pages? Featuring you as the main self-inser, er, I mean, protagonist?”
The Vunerian cocked his head in genuine confusion at the first two questions, so much so that he seemed to have ignored the soft jab of the last question. His eyes narrowed as if he was trying to decipher the not-too-insignificant cultural barrier that existed behind the intent of the first two questions, as I doubted a clear and direct parallel existed in the Nexus for them.
…
Or so I thought.
“I am… flattered you would liken my magical choreography to the concept sketches of a learned artist, earthrealmer.” The Vunerian managed out under a visibly confused expression. “I did not know you were capable of such adulation.” The Vunerian paused, before shifting directions once more. “This is not to say I seek your approval, of course. Far from it. I am merely surprised it took you this long to shower me with my rightful praise”
My expression took a drastic dip back into annoyance at the easily-inflated ego of the Vunerian.
As such, I immediately reached for my newfound weapon against this very eventuality, rummaging through one of the shopping bags… and pulling out a certain orb-like facsimile of the puffed up noble in front of me.
I promptly squeezed it.
‘Your worship pleases me!’
Landing on the perfect voiceline.
“Careful Ilunor, you’re starting to become so much like your cousin over here.” I chuckled out, eliciting another flame-broiled pout from the Vunerian.
“Ahem.” Thacea suddenly butted in, stifling Thalmin’s growing amusement at the situation, and Ilunor’s outburst. “If I may, even with these admittedly well planned displays of magical choreography, we still have less than half a day before the start of the house choosing ceremony.”
“I fail to see the problem, princess.” Ilunor responded bluntly.
“We lack the practice and coordination, not to mention the time to properly address issues which may arise from an unproven performance. Moreover, we still need to find a means of introducing Emma into any one of these performances.”
“I for one think that’s relatively simple!” I offered with a cheery smile. “Just end the show off with a bang. Preferably not a literal bang of course, but a magical one. Aim pure mana spells at me, and just watch as the highest level spells you muster fizzle out on contact with my armor. I think that’d be a hell of an ending.”
Everyone paused, turning to one another before nodding in agreement.
“I’ll make you a deal, earthrealmer. That’ll be the second to last sequence in the final act, before we commit to a series of rapid-fire spells so as to not put you in the limelight. As you requested.” He reiterated, really pushing for his time in the limelight.
“I have no objections to that.” I nodded nonchalantly. “It’s the least I can do after messing this up for everyone. Besides, I’m only there to fulfill the bare minimum, the rest really is up to you guys.”
An excitable Ilunor eagerly took over the conversation following that point, as the entire group descended into an intense discussion that reminded me a lot of a cross between band, cheerleading, and theater practice back in high school… not that I participated in any of those extracurriculars.
Though the ordering-in of late-dinner — courtesy of Ilunor — definitely put me in mind of group project all nighters.
Regardless, I couldn’t help but to feel a certain sense of weird… separation during the whole thing.
And it wasn’t for any lack of participation.
Because throughout it all, the same sense of group participation remained strong. So strong in fact that Ilunor and Thalmin, literal polar opposites, began vibing in a way I hadn’t seen them do before. With ideas such as combining their strengths, utilizing ice and fire as central themes, along with combining the former’s artistic flair with the latter’s more martial inclinations as a melting pot for unique feats of magic-assisted acrobatics. The whole brainstorming and workshopping process was just fun.
However, in spite of many of my suggestions making it through, and my own act being set in stone, the lack of being able to actually participate due to the lack of magic… was just a little bit disappointing.
Despite that though, and to Ilunor’s credit, the workshopping was completed in a little under two hours.
Following which, we each gladly retired to our rooms.
With the lupinor and vunerian duo looking much more excited than me and the princess.
“So it is settled then? We will pick as late a timeslot as we can so as to ensure we have ample time for the memorization of our respective roles.” Ilunor announced, prompting a final nod of approval before we went our own ways off to bed.
Or at least, the boys probably did.
As what might have been the end to the night was merely the beginning of another chapter for me and the princess.
The latter wordlessly entered the bathroom.
Whilst I began busying myself with the laundry list of minor activities with varying degrees of mission-relevance.
The first being homework.
A brief review through tired half-lidded eyes was all I needed to approve most of it, as the EVI more or less hit the nail on the head for both Vanavan and Articord’s classes.
The second time-consuming task was the continuation of the long term nutritional viability testing of local foodstuffs.
Or to put it simply… shoving magic dinner into the anti-magic microwave.
The task was completed in seconds, but it’d be hours before I’d reap the rewards of a hard day’s work — cold, flavorless, leftovers.
The third, and perhaps the task which would become the bane of the EVI’s existence, was the planning and design of a housing unit for the wand.
“EVI?”
“Yes, Cadet Booker?”
“Designate new operational objective — Project Wand Step for Mankind.”
“Acknowledged.”
The back and forths into the specific parameters of potential housing units were tossed around following that, occupying my mind as my body went on autopilot for the fourth and probably least important task of the night — unpacking the spoils of shopping.
Glassware, alchemy sets, pens, stationeries, and a whole host of random knick-knacks were quickly arranged by my tent.
With the most important item out of all of them, Kobold King, being placed atop of a large cushiony throne atop of one of the crates.
The sight of him ruling from on high tickled the goober deep inside of me.
And by the end of it, the EVI and I had come to a solid enough first prototype for the wand’s housing unit — what amounted to a spherical metal orb capable of multi-axial rotation with a full six degrees of freedom mounted on a pole attached to the suit’s ‘backpack’.
It honestly reminded me of one of those old mast mounted sights on helicopters and rotor-based craft.
And it would’ve probably looked more akin to that, if it was mounted on my head rather than my backpack.
Printing it out would require the sacrifice of a modest amount of metals, which the wealth cube provided in spades.
Though the estimated time to print and calibrate it… probably meant I wouldn’t be able to use it tomorrow.
Regardless, the EVI now had its work cut out for it, as the printers within the tent got to work, and I finally managed to just rest.
…
“Emma?” A familiar voice jolted me back to reality. “Are you feeling well?” Thacea asked, prompting me to snap my eyes towards the time. “I couldn’t tell if you were busy with your… internal meditations, or if you were asleep inside of your armor.”
I let out a skittish yawn in response, stretching in the process. “I-it’s the latter, princess.” I managed out awkwardly. “That probably wasn’t becoming of me, sorry.”
“That’s quite alright.” The princess responded reassuringly, sitting opposite of me as we just took in the silence together.
“You seem… preoccupied with something, Thacea.” I finally broke the silence. “Is there something you wanted to talk about?”
“I was actually meaning to broach a similar sentiment, Emma.” The princess offered with a polite smile.
“It’s about the house choosing ceremony, isn’t it?” We spoke at literally the same time, talking over one another, causing both of our eyes to grow wide with mutual amusement; lightening both our spirits.
“You read my mind, princess.” I chuckled.
“If only it were so easy…” Thacea politely reciprocated with a tease.
“The armor sorta gets in the way of the fun of that, huh?” I shot back with a smirk and a cock of my head.
“Indeed… and so much more if I may add.” The princess began with a playful breath, eliciting a small chuckle from my end, before promptly and nervously jumping back into her concerned tone of voice. “Moreover, if I were to be so brazen, I assume that the armor is likewise the cause of your less than enthusiastic spirits about the ceremony?”
“Yeah… well… it’s in the same vein, really. But it’s just a dumb silly concern; nothing serious.” I answered truthfully.
“A concern is still a concern, Emma.” Thacea replied succinctly, urging me to spill the beans.
“Well… it’s just… I don’t know. It’s just a bit disappointing that I don’t get to be part of the ‘action’ as it were. Like, don’t get me wrong, I’m not one to ogle at magic. You’ve seen what I’m capable of, so it’s nothing about lacking confidence to match it or anything. It’s just… I don’t know, I guess I sorta just wish I could join in on the fun. It’s just a silly thing.” I shrugged.
“That’s a perfectly understandable concern, Emma.” Thacea offered. “It is one that I can both sympathize and empathize with.”
That answer gave me the on-ramp I needed to address my own concerns, as I directed this impromptu therapy session right back at the princess.
“I imagine that’s probably because of your self-admitted reluctance to the house choosing ceremony from the onset, right?”
“Indeed.” The princess nodded, going silent, before letting out a sigh in acknowledgement. “I am… not very enthusiastic about displaying my magical capabilities. For as I stated previously, my… affliction is one which is directly affected by my emotional state. And despite my learned self control, the risk of overexertion leading to the exposure of even a hint of miasma, is a scenario which constantly hangs over my head.”
I immediately leaned forward following that self-admission, attempting to bridge the gap, despite the layers of composalite in the way.
“You don’t have to do this if you don’t want to, Thacea.” I offered earnestly.
“You misunderstand me, Emma. I can manage myself. I… merely have concerns which only I must come to terms with.” The princess responded immediately. “I am not one to pull away from my obligations. This is something we likely have in common, yes?”
“Yeah… I guess you’re right on the money in that regard, princess.” I acknowledged with a nod. “But I just want you to know that you’re not alone in this, alright? Like I said on that very first day, I could give less of a crap about taint, miasma, or what-have-you. It’s all top-down Nexian bigotry to me.” I took a moment to let out a breath, as a smile slowly formed over my next few words. “I’m with you all the way, Thacea.”
The princess’ eyes widened at that, her typically composed gaze wavered if only for a moment, before she managed to recompose herself with a simple yet still-as-articulate response. “As am I, Emma.”
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Dragon’s Heart Tower en route to the Hall of Champions. Local time: 0845.
Emma
I managed to sleep in.
Or at least, that’s what waking up at 8:30 felt like now given my schedule…
The opposite could be said for Ilunor however, as I met the blue thing in the living room jittering all about the place, a chalice of some brown-red liquid held tightly in one hand, and the scripts to his performance in the other.
A brief back and forth with the amused-looking Thalmin told me all that I needed to know.
Not that it needed much pointing out.
“Our Vunerian comrade has been downing rejuvenation spritzes and elixirs all night, Emma.” The prince chuckled.
“HOW CAN YOU BE SO CALM SO AS TO REGARD THIS GREATEST OF OPPORTUNITIES WITH SUCH NONCHALANT-NESS, PRINCE THALMIN?!” The Vunerian shrieked out, his hand furiously working on the ‘final touches’ of the choreography for the show.
The prince shrugged the nexian noble off as he responded simply. “Once you’ve been ambushed in your breeches, nothing really makes you nervous anymore.”
That response didn’t seem to sit well with the Vunerian, even as we made our way out of the room and back into the halls, en route to the House Choosing Ceremony.
“You know, there’s a quote from someone famous back home, Ilunor.” I began. “I think it goes something along the lines of: ‘To achieve great things, two things are needed; a plan, and not quite enough time.’”
“THAT’S BECAUSE YOUR PEOPLE ARE OUT OF THEIR MINDS, CADET EMMA BOOKER!” The Vunerian shouted through a jittery breath, as I turned to the rest of the gang with a shrug, accepting the Vunerian’s excitements as an irreconcilable part of today’s happenings.
A few back and forths were had between the gang, with Thalmin seeming the most confident out of all of us, especially as we arrived back into the Victorian-esque gymnasium proper.
It was here, after walking through the front door dressing room, and back into the space of my greatest public victory yet, where we were ushered up towards the bleachers, filled to the brim with faces which the EVI did not recognize.
Though a quick glance at their school robes made it clear exactly who they were.
Upper yearsmen.
Indeed, about half of the stadium was currently packed with upper yearsmen, all of whom were seated beneath banners, giving off the vibes of a cross between the European Federation’s intense soccer culture, and a medieval-style tournament in the typical medieval fantasy sense.
Though the former vibe was strong with this crowd, as some amongst the upper years went so far as to dress up in house colors, waving flags and banners of their houses as we arrived.
The mileage between the fervor of house pride did seem to decrease with each house though, as the maroon and orange house on the very west of the stadium seemed to be the most invested in displaying their pride, whilst the gray and white house on the very east seemed almost silent by comparison.
It was the middle of the stadium however that seemed to be the most dressed up for the occasion, as a massive stand rising up a good two-three stories rose up from the field, with a row of professors sitting behind the same banquet table as the one seen in the grand dining hall.
Though this time, the white cloth of the table was once again replaced by the colors of all four houses.
“First-years of the Transgracian Academy for the Magical Arts! Welcome! Welcome to the House Choosing Ceremony!” The dean proclaimed from the middle seat, standing up as he did so, prompting everyone in the stadium to follow suit.
“It is on this day that each peer group will have the chance to prove themselves in the eyes of the faculty. As your magical potential, and the means by which you wield it, will be ascertained and scrutinized; such that an objective score can be assigned to each peer group. Following which, the privilege of choosing your peer group’s house will be bestowed in order of most points, to the least points.” The Dean explained, more or less clearing up any confusions I had on exactly why this magical talent show was so important.
This system… more or less fostered a de-facto state of hierarchical stratification.
There was no way the highest scoring peer group would choose a house composed of lesser-scoring groups from the previous years.
And sure, there might have been a time where people acted in good faith, choosing houses based on their personalities or whatever.
But when was good faith ever the case with the Nexus?
“To these ends, I will allow the Protectors of each House to declare themselves. Following which, we will be accepting applications for the day’s demonstration timeslots.” The dean concluded, handing off the floor to four professors who stood up in rapid succession.
The first, being Vanavan, sporting a wizard’s hat this time around dressed up in maroon and orange colors. “I represent House Shiqath, a proud house bearing the name of His Eternal Majesty’s first adventuring compatriot, Shiqath of Sanguine Ichor, Slayer of the Old Gods, First Inquisitor of the Realm.”
The maroon and orange house began cheering and hollering at that, drawing the attention of everyone in the stands.
The second to speak up was Professor Articord, sporting a cravat consisting of silver and bronze embroidery, matching the colors of the second house’s banners. “I represent House Finthorun, a storied house, whose history built the very foundations of the Academy we stand upon — Gilded-Gleaming Finthorun, His Eternal Majesty’s second adventuring compatriot. The man who slew the deep myths of old.”
A similar, yet not as pronounced series of cheers quickly followed from the house in question.
Following this, the third to address the crowd would be Professor Chiska, who sported a large and almost comically long scarf, bearing earthy green and glistening blue colors that looked almost like flowing water. “I represent House Thun'Yundaris, the bold and brave house bearing the name of Fortressfell Thun'Yundaris. His Eternal Majesty’s third adventuring compatriot, the living citadel whose mountainous bravery and initiative tore the heavens asunder.”
A series of soft golf claps followed Chiska’s announcement, earning a sharp glare from her, as she elicited begrudging hoots and hollers from her part of the stand.
The end of these proclamations was marked by Belnor’s unenthused announcement, as she stood up and quickly adjusted her stone gray and luminous white shawl. “I represent House Vikzhura, of Garn Vikzhura, His Eternal Majesty’s fourth compatriot.”
Belnor seemed to stop there, garnering the perplexed look of the rest of the faculty, which prompted her to sigh as she quickly added. “The pathfinder who brought forth the light of truth to the deepest and darkest depths of evil, paving the way for righteous triumph.”
A series of slow claps followed this, which transitioned right into the more laborious part of the morning’s activities.
Roll call.
Or more specifically — time slot management.
This went on forever, or precisely thirty minutes, as Ilunor did actually get his wish.
“And to Lord Rularia’s peer group, goes the final time slot of the day!”
The last time slot.
Following which, the dean finally stood up once more.
“Thank you to all professors for representing your houses, and to Professor Chiska, for your excellent management of time.” The feline professor bowed in response, pausing as the dean continued. “You will all have precisely one hour before the first magical pageantry commences. May you all use this time wisely.”
That announcement was quickly followed up by the departure of the entire year group, as it was clear everyone was going back to make their final preparations.
The same could be said for the rest of the gang, save for me, as I promptly approached Chiska in the midst of the crowd.
“Do you have a moment, professor?”
“Yes, Cadet Emma Booker?” The professor nodded, ushering me to a more quiet space in the gymnasium.
“If you’ll allow me to be blunt, professor, I have a very important question I need to ask.”
“Go ahead?” Chiska responded warily, as if waiting for a bombshell to drop, heightening up my concerns over some malicious involvement in Rila’s well being.
“Where’s Rila?”
…
“Oh! Is that what you were worried about?” The professor’s features lightened up almost immediately. “I’d assumed this had something to do with today’s activities or something of that nature.” She clarified, before returning back to her jovial self. “I am a mage of my vows, Cadet Emma Booker. I not only know where Rila is, but I can take you to her, if you so desire.”
My heart skipped a beat at that, as I couldn’t believe I finally hit a breakthrough moment.
And it didn’t even require jury-rigging a drone, or even grappling like a goober, to accomplish.
“I’d like that very much, actually.”
Comments
Michael Halpern
there's also the distinction of even if they have a printing press, they certainly don't have a type writer. those that could afford them can have pens write telekinetically with magic.
Michael Halpern
not sure, they do seem to have an honor code, Emma triggered it to get her help in the first place
Michael Halpern
it is specified they must use nexian approved writing implements for class.
Skrzynek
As much as I want the reunion with Rila to be wholesome, I fear it won't be. Mal'Tory has been resurrected, meaning that if conscious and able he may, for instance, SOUL-BIND Rila to be his new spy. Or why not just erase her memories of the explosion, thus erasing the possibility she will speak of Mal'Tory's fault in the whole situation? If her memories of the event are gone, then only record of it is gonna be Emma's recordings (which are unreliable as far as Nexus bureaucracy is concerned). So, safe and healthy? Sure! Free and with full memory? Not so sure she'll get the luxury...
Dennis Hornsby
Handwritten then magically copied, I don't think the printing press exists here
Skrzynek
I doubt that Emma will actually use the fountain pen unless absolutely required to. She'll likely use her own stuff as it'll be just *better*. Besides, printing vs handwriting is utterly different unless EVI specifically printed it out to be handwriting. Which I kinda doubt. I think she just used a font, if at all possible. I mean... They WOULD have printed books, right? It's not all just... Handwritten?
Michael Halpern
technically, but it is said both ways and interpreted the same
Michael Halpern
i predict that the teachers will have questions about how unnaturally perfect her handwriting is for her homework vs the imperfections in class. even with EVI transcribing, Emma's posture will affect what is written in class, and that will likely be exasperated by the use of a fountain pen
Michael Halpern
my theory is that Earth is the "tainted realm" it doesn't effect her because of this.
refinery9761
"Like I said on that very first day, I could give less of a crap about taint, miasma, or what-have-you." - shouldn't this be "could not give less of a crap" ?
Friendly Human
As an extremely entitled reader, the omission of "The gang practices magic finishing blows on an unimpressed Emma" deeply saddens me. They storyboarded all this, yet coked up Ilunor and well rested Thacea never considered testing the actual plan? I can only hope it wasn't off screen.
astatine
IIRC, it's heavily implied on the first few chapters that the armor doesn't protect from tainted magic, but that it has no negative effect on Emma. It was something like radiation types 1-10 corresponding to normal magic, but overnight while Thacea was having a nightmare Emma got that 11-20 type, and a warning that thr armor doesn't stop it. My theory is that tainted magic can destroy the magic organelles and dissolve you, but since Emma already doesn't have those she's fine
Skrzynek
I was looking forward to *abject terror* of upper yearsmen as she dispels everything (maybe except accidental Taint spell) without even raising a hand... But from strategic point of view (and fun point of view), you are right. Making a show is what this is about, and deception can go a long way.
Mr.Jaxon
Mods, pin him down and twist his balls counterclockwise 180 degrees for saying that shit on Happy Sunday.
UC-79
Depending on the type of spell, and if it makes it through the armor, thacea might feel it connect too. Shocking revelations in the middle of the ceremony for both of them.
UC-79
RILLA'S ALIVE! Maltory's reteathering and the implications in the potions class had me worried, not gonna lie. Illunor finally gets his time to shine, while also being clowned on. Even some light bird flirting. Another great chapter, thanks JCB! We love the complex social dynamics, political games, and different perspectives + internal reflections of the peer group, don't listen to redditors complaining please🙏
Anton
What are you, ten?
ArdenW
The name's RIKUM, and it rhymes WITH DOOM, and you're gonna be hurtin' ALL TOO SOON!
UC-79
Chiska would be elated to have emma in her house. Someone who demonstrates sportsmanship AND friendly competitiveness? In the nexus of all places? Rarer than unobtainium. Can't wait for the aerially inclined classes, and the classmate's reactions to emma flying without spells or mana. Chiska's gonna love it, auris and ladona not so much.
UC-79
We know emma's been hit with SOME form of magic at least twice and survived. Once in the transportium (the ringing noise EVI couldnt detect), and at Atticord's nexian Big Bang demonstration. (Pretty sure this one was downplayed in the official chapter release but the WIP made it super apparent she was hit with magic if I recall) My running theory remains consistent. If "Taint" is the human-compatible mana type, and if thacea can survive off of just taint / with her "nexian" mana removed; she could theoretically enter the tent with emma.
Skrzynek
The talk about controlling herself from Thacea is such Checkov's gun... I think Emma is gonna be shot with Taint, and it's NOT gonna dispel. Of course there is still physical armor protecting her, so she'll be fine, but I imagine interesting consequences...
Skrzynek
Yup. And it was connected to *Wind chimes*. And the sound of *Wind chimes* was also used to describe amethyst dragon's wings. What if Thacea shoots Emma with Taint, and it doesn't dispell?
Rust
Fantastic 😊 Great as always. Can't wait for the next one!
Mr von Twistern
Wooo, one Stephan closer to sesbian Lex baby
Arlen Verl Duncan III
Ilunor in three chapters, "I love it when a plan comes together."
Michael Halpern
no that's the one Ping will choose, "Truth" is Nexian approved propaganda.
Willow Arkan
Wasn't there some sound that managed to project itself into her mind, that sounds like some sort of magic penetrating the armor. In the void space during teleportation?
Willow Arkan
Is that light flirting from Thacea I hear? So hopefully no curve ball incoming on Rila, seems like she is alright.
SoylentPudding
I hope Emma does some DBZ abridged Ginyu Force level of acrobatics and performance when she facetanks mana blasts. First because it will be entertaining. Second it keeps a strategic advantage if everyone thinks she's using some kind of novel mana-bending techniques to do it. If they all think it's an active technique she'll have the advantage of surprise if she's ambushed and the spell still fizzles.
Brachy LP
The Comments in the WIP Called it Illunor is HOOKED on Magical Caffeine! Also REPEAT MENTION OF EMMA USING GOOBER UNIRONICALLY
David Betz
Belnor’s house is my guess… a heritage of revealing the truth? Also the gang seems to eschew the “ popular”
David Betz
Hmmm… was the quote from an ancient Human general with the surname of Patton? Third of his namesakes?
@Alphamoonman
Can't wait for House Emma thirty years down the line~
I Dare Korval
I have to kind of hope it turns out that humans can use taint/miasma as their power source to do magic and that regular Nexian magic is miasma to humans. It would be interesting that what's good for one is bad for the other and vice versa. EVI mentioned a couple times now about an unknown 30th type of magic radiation, but not if it penetrated the suit. We just assume it didn't since Emma didn't die. Also, “The pathfinder who brought forth the light of truth to the deepest and darkest depths of evil, paving the way for righteous triumph.” - this is Sooooo Emma's house. Since the gang thought they would end up there anyways, I hope they do a bang up job and pick this house anyways, they would be rock stars to the others in the house. P.S. I hope that plushie is an ongoing thing to help keep IIunor's ego in check!
Fienryra
We’ve only seen high level spells bounce off the armor for brief moments, hopefully a barrage of prolonged magic won’t reveal any “cracks in the armor” so to speak, plus it’ll be neat to see that extra +1 magic type again, hopefully her magic 8 ball will be ready to install by then so she can actually see it happening
Raju Kakka
🙋♂️Waiter, waiter! More peak fiction, please!
Salvatore Page
Rila’s back yay!
Canpinter
Emma please introduce llunor to human musical theater I think it may be his true calling. Also I'm not sure how it will play out but I think the gang is going to end up bucking the system by picking a house of lower status then their points would allow.
Michael Halpern
also the most practical, Chiska is one of the most willing to accept new truths.
Anton
Agreed
Michael Halpern
Chiska's house would probably be most appropriate..
ArdenW
If it were up to me, I'd go for Chiska's House, since she seems like it'd be a fun house for Emma to be in with her at the head.
Michael Halpern
damn
Anton
First!
