Heaven or Hell, Let's Rock the Mythril Cage!

[bejustorbedead]

Who: Ky, any faculty and students
Where: Classroom, Mythril Cage, etc
What: It's class time.
Date: Early February



The Questions prompt

[Whether he's clad in armor standing in the cage, or leaning against the desk in his language classes, he knew with new students and rumors, he'll have to knock a few things out of the way - and to keep the older ones from messing with the newbies.]

You might have heard, but yes - I was a member of the true Knights Templar, and yes the order was destroyed in the early 14th century - and I was born in 1276. It's a long story, but I've been in... what I believe is called 'suspended animation' until recently. I know that I am not going to get you to focus until your curiosity is satiated, so ask away.

Elemental Battle

[They were warned to dress appropriately for the weather, by the time the students arrive in the Mythril Cage, they will be greeted by a man dressed in full armor, who raised his sword to the heavens, before he suddenly unreleased a bolt of lightning from the tip of his blade and right up into the clouds to immediately get their attention. Soon he unhelms himself, shaking off his now shoulder blade-length hair]

Now that I got your attention. Welcome to the Combat Elemental Magic class new and returning students. I am Ky Alard de Kiske, and I will be be your instructor. I am a specialist in lightning magic, so if you need help with that particular area, I can offer extra lessons.

On that note - it doesn't matter if you obtain your abilities from the flames of a candle, a higher - or lower being, from a mage's lineage, or enchanted gear, the elements themselves have consistent properties, and their effectiveness will always be influenced by the environment you find yourselves in. Knowing how best to apply the properties of your particular element, and how to encounter an enemy's is the difference between living and dying.

Before I let you practice - here is a small quiz, for everyone, so my veteran students didn't forget anything during break and the new ones to be on the same page:

How many elements of magic can you named? And true or false: does water magic always defeat fire magic? This is not for a grade, but to assess your knowledge.

Fight-! Kinda?

[Once the quizzing and basic lecture on safety was finished, several enchanted dummies, wreathed in elemental magic: fire, ice, lightning, darkness, wind, etc. And the students are allowed to fling their magic at the dummies, with Ky assessing their technique and stepping in if some gets too wild or to offer suggestions.]


Office is open

[When he isn't busy, his office is open to visitors, it's relatively simple, the only things that would mark it as any different from a typical teacher's office is the suit of armor and weapons press up against the far wall, a huge stack of french encyclopedias on the side of his desk, and a china hutch full of tea cups in a wide variety of shapes and patterns.

Whether it's a student taking up his offer for magic lessons, faculty looking to coordinate, or someone just wanting to chat - he will accept all visitors with a smile]

Wild Card?
[Hit me up on RShini if you want to plan something, or just throw something in

Comments

Elemental Magic Class Mingle

[bejustorbedead]

There's no rules about talking long as he isn't lecturing, so feel free to chat or get into some mischief.

Questions - in class

[yokeye]

What kind of suspended animation!? Were you in ice!? Or some kind of almost liquid goo- or like, more of a gelatin!? Oh! Did your brain get transferred to a memory chip of some kind and then got implanted in another body and that's not your original body at all or did your brain just get preserved itself without the data collection and it's like a brain transplant!? If it was just your consciousness preserved, are you a robot!?

[bejustorbedead]

[He almost visably jerks back from the barrage of questions, as if physically struck]

What... what?

[He holds a hand up, before shaking his head]

Non, no - nothing like that. I am human. It was a spell that put me into basically a long sleep - hibernation.

[yokeye]

[Hibernation wasn't nearly as interesting as the alternatives.]

But if you're human, how could you hibernate for like a thousand years and not die of starvation!? Why would someone use a sleeping spell; what good does it do them for you to wake up so many years later when they're probably dead!?

[bejustorbedead]

It's suspended, kind of like that fairy tale with the princess.

[Because he had discovered Barbarossa was too obscure a reference]

And I put the spell on myself. I have my reasons for it.

Office Hours

[shockingblue]

[Gunvolt had attended Ky's class that day; and for all intents and purposes, he was a pretty ideal student. He paid very close attention to his lecture and to the rules and safety regulations in the Mythril Cage. For a younger teenager, GV proved to be quite serious about the subject matter. But of course, once the exercise got started, Ky would probably be quick to see something about the boy.

He was definitely a Candle, and his powers manifested as bright blue lightning, both in a field around him and arcing out. But like many young Candles, his power was... raw, unfocused. Not necessarily too wild, but it was clear the boy was having trouble truly harnessing control of what looked like potentially exceptional ability. His attacks were inaccurate without using his Dart Leader to guide them, despite clear effort on his part, and while GV kept composure about his performance? It wasn't anywhere near what he wanted.

So when Ky's office hours rolled around, a knock came to his door, even if it was open. Mostly just to announce his presence before coming in. Buried beneath his calm and otherwise serious demeanor, though, were at least a little bit of nerves. Sure, he was here to learn, but he couldn't shake at least a little bit of uncertainty about what was about to happen, even if he knew it was silly to be worried.]

Professor Kiske? Can I speak with you, sir?

[bejustorbedead]

[Ky was leafing through the work from his languages class when he heard the knock]

Come in!

[He calls out as he puts away the work in a drawer before sitting up straight in his seat, giving a nod as he sees it was Gunvolt - he had seen the boy's potential, the lightning that was strong but unfocused, and potentially dangerous without a guide]

Ah, Gunvolt - what can I do for you? Would you like some tea?

[shockingblue]

Uh... yeah, sure. That'd be nice.

[He drew closer to Ky's desk; the hint of uneasiness within him was still there, and he hoped it didn't show. Nevertheless, he was here for it, and now he was committed.]

I wanted to talk to you... about getting some additional tutoring. You said you were a master of lightning magic, and... well... I could use the help.

[bejustorbedead]

[He notices the uneasiness, taking out a couple of plain ceramic tea cups and preparing the tea before setting both cups down]

I was hoping you would come actually - I had noticed you have a lot of potential. You can take a seat if you would like.

Elemental Battle

[prisoneroffate]

[This takes Ren a moment of pondering]

The elements, huh? I think I've seen Fire, Ice, Lightning, Wind, Curse, Bless, Nuclear and Psi the most.

[bejustorbedead]

[Ky was nodding silently along until... he opens his eyes slowly]

Could... you care to repeat the last two?

[prisoneroffate]

Uh, Nuclear and Psi.

[bejustorbedead]

[Psi - Psi he can understand, the powers of the 'mind' could be considered an element but...]

Nuclear... that's a new one for me.

office

[spelleton]

[ For once, Ekkehardt isn't here just to run errands, as he normally does. He's grown attached to Ky, in his own way, and so sometimes he visits with no particular reason in mind. ]

You know, [ he says casually, his hand not-quite-touching the hilt of one of the swords mounted on the wall ] I always wondered if you knew how to use all of these. You have quite the collection.

[ He's curious. How many weapons can one person master, at least enough for competency? ]

[bejustorbedead]

[He didn't mind the man coming in at any time, finishing counting the assignments, and doing a rough look over before actual grading. During the respite, he had pour tea for the both of them - Ekkehardt getting his in a black cup with white lacy trim.]

The Arming swords are roughly the same, just difference balances and lengths... and the two-handers I've had training in.

[He sits up, holding his own cup as he joins Ekkehardt in looking over them, mulling over the display - most of them were arming swords, long swords, and zweihanders, with an estoc, flamberge and a couple of middle eastern swords mixed in]

I honestly didn't expect to pick up as many as I did.

[spelleton]

I admit, I've never known what to do with swords.

[ Weapons for nobles, or for people who had interest in visibly indicating their willingness to fight, perhaps. It's not his style at all. ]

Do you have a favourite? [ He has favourites, in a way. Favourite styles, favourite...approaches, as it were. But he imagines it's different, for people who wield one weapon for most of their lives. ]

Fight!!!

[gaiarage]

[Never say Naoki ever misses an opportunity to cut loose, even if it's against a dummy that can't fight back. The second Ky opens the floor, he's off, zeroing in on one crusted with thick frost. Perfect.

Once he's in position, Naoki rears back and opens his mouth wide as it'll go. From the back of his throat erupts a torrent of fire, bathing the dummy and everything behind it in blazing heat. And then he just keeps going, long after it's clear that that's enough, waves and waves of it pouring out, neck muscles straining.

Just give him a minute here.]

Re: Fight!!!

[bejustorbedead]

[He watches - good power - he could feel the heat from where he's standing, holding a hand up to shield himself as the dummy struggles but gives up the ghost, disappearing into a pile of ashes, but the flames continue, and the muscles straining. Once the last gout of flame appears]

Kashima, not bad, but it seems like you're exerting yourself to perform that attack...

[gaiarage]

[He goes until the flame finally gutters out and he's just coughing up embers now. Give him a second to catch his breath, teach. He's hunched over, hands on his knees, when he finally answers.]

Yeah. Is that a problem?

Questions

[infestedcouncilpresident]

[She raised her hand until called on.]

Did you ACTUALLY spend a lot of time fighting a secretive order of assassins?

[She's played Assassin's Creed, and that's basically her only exposure to the Knights Templar. She gave a helpless shrug as her classmates laughed at her.]

What? He said we could ask him stuff.

[bejustorbedead]

[He just quietly laughs]

The order you're referring, while they had been a terror to the Crusaders, and the Muslim forces, they were wiped out when I would've been... a year old. Though it didn't stop the rumors in Acre.

[infestedcouncilpresident]

So no ancient magic artifacts that could change reality?

[Ubisoft why have you lied to her?]

Fight

[tiredcharmer]

Tyzias is not attacking the dummies. Nor is she assessing them. Instead, she's sitting on a bench, lips pressed into a thin line as she fiddles with one of her incredibly complex-looking rune matrices, occasionally shooting a goggled glance at a dummy and muttering before getting back to work. Congratulations, Ky, you've given her an idea.

[bejustorbedead]

And that got his attention. "What are you doing?" He questioned, not going to force her to train, but it's clear that she's working on something.

[tiredcharmer]

"Modding the FOL for elemental magic," she grunts as she continues to fiddle with the circles, tongue sticking out slightly. "Individual lasers done, still working on the finisher and the targeting matrix."