JUNE TEST DRIVE MEME

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JUNE TEST DRIVE MEME
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Summer's here in force, the sun beating down like a hammer. Fortunately, there's still plenty to do to take your mind off the heat...


A. Swap Market Stalls
The year turns, the seasons change, and the swap market is back in business, here to offer their many exciting new wares for very reasonable prices, honestly, would they lie to you?

It’s no bad way to while away an afternoon, wandering through the rows of colorful stalls and examining the various offerings, both magical and mundane. Maybe you can buy a trinket for a friend, or a treat for yourself?

Besides, it’s nice to have something fun to do, considering the rumors that prom may be cancelled this year. Gossip claims that it’s a punishment for an unclear incident of student misbehavior, and that two seniors and a grad student have been expelled.

Given that no one can actually seem to pin down who the three people in question were, this part is probably pure rumor.

Probably.

(Hey, gossip is a valuable service, too. Can’t stop the market from talking…)

Just try not to take anything without paying. After some incidents last year, they’ve implemented a few new security features.


B. Midsummer Prep
Every good party requires a good deal of preparation beforehand, and various staff and student volunteers are beginning to set up for the upcoming celebration of the changing seasons. This year’s midsummer festival is shaping up to be a fun little affair, with all the usual traditions- food, campfires, ritual combat displays…

What, you’re not used to that last one?

Yes, well, that does explain why the preparations include both hanging up streamers and carefully warding a small wrestling ring against all sorts of magical damage.

Whether you’re here to help with the setup or just observing for the sake of curiosity, they’ll be working on it in bits and pieces for the next several days.


C. Collecting Sunshine
Sunlight has always been potent, as any of the Undead can tell you, and there is a way to save it for a rainy day. Sunstones cut in a particular way are excellent ways to magically store sunlight to be unleashed at later days, or to add to higher-level potions.

It wouldn’t do just to place them in a window and be done with it, no - it has to have direct exposure, paired with the energy of the young holding it up into the sun, or so the staff insist. One may have a sneaking suspicion that this is an excuse to make the students get more exercise.

D. Iris Network
UN: Xx_shadow_razor_xX
summer break is coming up!!! where do you want to go this year?

also dont comment on the username ok!! i made it when i came here and im NOT changing it

Comments

[pickedpocket]

...he's being toyed with. The realisation reminds Garrett of a more recent event in his life, the ugly scar drawn across his left eyelids aching from the still-unfamiliar emptiness beneath, and it takes what little discipline he's got left in him just to not snap at this arrogant bastard.
He instead opts to shift his body language into something more lackadaisical, hiding behind the mask of the fool and relying on it to conceal his true feelings, before they can spill out and incriminate him further.

"Both, actually. I'm currently seeking employment as a tailor, figured a young man of such refined tastes such as yourself would know a thing or two about fine clothing. That a custom fit?"

Is this young man too cocky for his own good, or has he realised that you're actually extremely dangerous? Who knows! It's not like you've fully outed yourself as a magic user with that petty youthfulness glamour or anything, you snooty berk.

[spelleton]

I adjusted it to fit me, if that's what you're asking. [ One of House Gehring's other staff could have done it, of course, but learning to make adjustments to his own clothes was a skill he couldn't afford to leave behind in his line of work. ]

And I'm hardly what you'd call a 'young man'. [ His voice is dry. ] Unless you're over 40 years old, then perhaps. [ There's plenty of immortals and just young-looking individuals, after all. ]

If you're not going to do me the barest courtesy of stating your actual business, why don't you move along? I'm sure you have better things to do with your time.

[pickedpocket]

His blood turns to ice as the fop's words sink in. 'Move along'. The sick bastard wants a moving target. Garrett's suddenly finding himself feeling extremely agoraphobic, completely out in the open with the nearest innocent bystanders more than ten feet away from him, alone with nothing but his wits and this psychopathic magic user that sees him as nothing more than cheap target practice.
There's no escape route in sight, and the sadistic petit-maître clearly knows this. Garrett's going to need to think fast, because no amount of appealing to ego is going to work when this monster clearly only getting his kicks out of incinerating or freezing people. He's only got the one trump card to play, but it's going to be a coin toss whether it'll buy him precious time or not...!

"...I'm here on behalf of Daybreak Academy. I'm an associate of a faculty member, and I was summoned here to be fully enrolled. They're hoping to put my particular talents to good use, and I'm...actually probably running late, oops."

He channels his nervous energy into an awkward, embarrassed laugh, and starts rubbing the back of his neck. He is the very stunning image of a bumbling but well-meaning fool just looking to find his way in life, and thus, is completely harmless...
...But the hypothetical faculty member of Daybreak Academy absolutely isn't. However would they react if they found out that someone they personally invited for enrolment was viciously murdered in open daylight...? Will this mage prove savage enough to willingly invoke the wrath of Daybreak's finest just to satisfy a passing bloodlust? Surely it's not worth the effort?

[spelleton]

If you're running late for a prior appointment, don't let me impose on your time. [ His voice is politely firm, with a hint of confusion (whether calculated or not is up to Garrett to interpret). ] As I said before, I'm sure you have better things to do with your time than pester an old man.

[ Ekkehardt you're like 42 ]

[pickedpocket]

...did...it work? Has this murderous fancy-pants truly been dissuaded by the name-drop? Is he free to go? No, it can't be that simple. Something's not right here...the twonk's unflappable personality, his completely inoffensive choice of words, the fact he's only spared Garrett a single glance...where's the overly-flamboyant proclamations of arcane superiority and the ridiculously long monologues?
For the first time since they started talking, it's finally starting to become clear to Garrett how little this all adds up. As far as appearances are concerned, this guy should be about as harmful as Garrett is pretending not to be right now, and yet the condescending prick is setting off every single alarm bell in the young thief's mind. What the hell is with this guy? Is he wearing a magical waistcoat of intimidation or something?

"...yeah, I guess. See you around, old man."

Garrett sincerely hopes he does not see this 'old man' around.

Unfortunately, fate has other ideas in mind, so he's only permitted to walk two steps away from the 'supervisor' before his boot promptly hits a slightly upturned cobblestone. One second, Garrett is uncertainly retreating from Ekkehardt. The next, he has faceplanted into the ground with a cringe-inducing splutch as his nose takes the brunt of the fall.
To his credit, Garrett doesn't cry out in pain, for he is currently too busy nursing the shattered fragments of his dignity.