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Open to students of Physical Conversation who were 5th form in 2718 or any 5th form if you really want to participate for fun.

Anaxas' oldest and most prestigious University of Sorcery, the de facto cultural capital of the kingdom and a city in its own right.
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Nauleth Siordanti
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Sat Jun 08, 2019 5:33 pm

35th of Yaris, 2718
FIELD of PRACTICAL APPLICATION | MORNING CLASS

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News of the Riots in Vienda had spread like wildfire through Brunnhold, the ripples of fear and panic at the chaos and devastation in the glorious Anaxi capitol of Vienda reaching even the youngest of students, many of them concerned for their parents who were most likely the safest of all people during the fires and fighting that consumed part of the Dives and had required the Anaxi Armed Forces to eventually snuff out.

Professor Siordanti had experienced a huge influx of young people in the small, closet-like confines of his office in the Physical Conversation wing of campus, the windowless room like a little brick oven when packed with nervous, crying students asking his emotional advice on whether they should be studying or going home to see their families in the aftermath. Nauleth didn't dare move a quiz, didn't alter his lesson plans, and hardly seemed to bat an eye in front of his educational responsibilities, young as they were, though on the inside, he'd experienced a bit of concern for his own family, aware that Hadrian Siordanti was an Incumbent.

Not that anyone had reached out to him to let him know they were, indeed, safe and sound after how Roalis had gone.

He could have swallowed his own stubborn pride and contacted his mother or his sister or even his brother, but he refused to cave, still so very angry that his father had arranged his marriage to Ambassador Athrym Bruthgrave of Gior even before he'd met her, even before he'd awkwardly confessed his love to her in their mutual ignorance of the political and economic maneuvering on the part of their powerful families.

Did it really matter?

The eldest Siordanti felt as though it did and he couldn't clocking let it go.

Ruminating on how twisted and strange the plans of the Circle sometimes appeared to be at first, he had chosen this blistery, windless, but thankfully cloudy day near the end of Yaris to take his students out on the Field of Practical Application for spellwork in class. The dry season was beginning to slowly cool off, the hottest days of the year probably past them all, but the chilly temperatures of Vortas still far away. His fifth form Physical Conversation class followed him from their room, young, uniformed galdori chattering amongst themselves as they walked briskly across campus toward the withered, scorched grass and various lingering plots that marked the Field, also infamously known as the Lawn.

Nauleth, of course, had spent so much of his student life and also post-graduate life outside on the Lawn, dueling and studying. He'd even almost died on the same Lawn when he was barely older than today's students, and the memory of that incident always whispered his failures into the back of his mind every time his feet crunched on dry, withered plantlife and cracked earth.

Or, at least, it used to.

Filled with more purpose and confidence than he had been in months, if not years, the Junior Professor strode his young charges until he found a sufficiently pleasing section of mostly still green grass. A hint of sun danced through the clouds, but dry heat already had him sweating beneath the long almost robe-like coat that marked his position as an educator here on Brunnhold's redwalled campus. Shifting the slightly oversized classroom equipment satchel he wore forward so he could open it while he raised his free hand to signal for his students to stop, he paused and let everyone settle,

"So, this whole month we've been studying physical mechanics in order to better understand using Physical Conversation to influence the laws of motion. Today, class, you're going to be creating some simple exercises to demonstrate your understanding."

Opening the bag, Nauleth began removing small spheres, polished and smooth, made of a light metallic alloy and each carefully crafted to all weigh exactly the same. They weren't heavy at all, but he'd carried enough for each student to have two with a few extras just in case. Various items to help create a plot or to create simple machines to assist in position or velocity of the spheres were also laid out at his feet in order to give all of the young galdori plenty of options,

"I'd like everyone to pair off and find a spot on the Lawn. I have here—" Fumbling into the inner pocket of his coat while he silently counted his students today and noticed one was missing, leaving him an odd number with the flicker of a scowl where the right side turned downward before the left as always, he pulled out small slips of paper and waved them for emphasis.

Surely his class was used to the very slight delay in the once-damaged side of his face, but Nauleth was equally used to people noticing at the most inopportune of moments,

"—each a problem for you to solve using Physical Conversation and an alteration of a mechanical law. Now, go on, pair off. One of you will either have to be a group of three or I suppose I can play student for a day." He offered with a chuckle, gold-rimmed eyes watching as a bunch of fifteen year olds sorted themselves loudly.
This isn't Brunnhold anymore, ersehat, and you're not going home.
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Madeleine Gosselin
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Sun Jun 09, 2019 10:25 am

Morning Class, 35th Yaris, 2718
Field of Practical Application
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Itwas hard to focus on class. It had been, ever since she first heard about the riots. Madeleine had been so afraid, panicked and upset. There were so many different rumors; people were saying that the entire city of Vienda was burning, that crowds of filthy humans had charged the streets in Uptown and pulled sleeping galdori from their beds, drunk on violence and desperately ungrateful. Others had insisted that it was mostly the Dives, and they deserved to burn anyway; the city would be better if they were cleaned out. Madeleine hadn’t known what to believe.

Now that the Anaxas Armed Forces had, finally, done their work and arrested the awful people responsible, Madeleine might have thought she’d feel better. But she didn’t; she still felt sick, and whenever she thought about it, it was the conversation with Angelique that played back in her head.

It had been the second day of the riots. Madeleine had waited in line at the station the clairvoyance professors had set up for hours, desperate to make sure her parents were okay, and she kept waiting, kept going back to the end of the line, because she thought Angelique and Sebastian and Vespasian would also want to know, but – they weren’t there, none of them, and they didn’t come, even though Madeleine waited nearly the whole day. She was sure her parents were fine; it was only that she wanted to check, to talk to them, and she didn’t think they’d like it if Madeleine contacted them, and then Angelique too later, because they were always so busy, both of them, with all sorts of important things.

She had tried Angelique and Sebastian’s rooms before going to the line. She’d tried them the day before too, and she hadn’t been able to find them, either of them, and not Vespasian either. Finally, at the end of the day, Madeleine made her way back to the dormitories, and, a bit desperate, she had tried Angelique’s door again.

“I’m studying!” Her sister had called. “Who is it?”

“It’s Madeleine!” Madeleine could remember how raw and ragged her voice had been. “I – did you hear from mother and father? Are they all right?”

“Of course they’re okay, you stop-clocker.” The door opened, and Angelique looked down her nose at Madeleine. Madeleine wasn’t sure if she had really flinched, but her sister’s voice had been so scornful that it felt like a slap. “Do you think they’re foolish enough to let those plowfeet get them?”

Madeleine had started crying, she was fairly sure. “But – everyone is saying there’s – fire, that people are dying!”

“Oh clock it,” Angelique scoffed. “Fine.” She had shut the door, and come back a moment later, thrusting the family seer stone into Madeleine’s hands. “There. Use this, if you’re so worried,” she rolled her eyes. “They won’t be happy if you bother them.”

Madeleine had clutched the seer stone to her chest and gone back to her room. Her roommate was studying, so Madeleine had done her best to cry as quietly as possible into her pillow, even though it was hard. The seer stone she had set on her desk, and she had left it there for another two days, all the while the tension a hard knot in her chest and belly. Only on the fourth day of the riots had she worked up the courage to send a message. There had been no response, and then a few days later a brief message from her parents not to waste time she should have spent studying. That memory burned too, hot and shameful in a secret place in her heart.

Even now, after word came that thankfully the instigators had been properly hung a few days ago, Madeleine still felt a faint knot of fear and tension in her stomach. She didn’t understand it and she couldn’t unravel it. Some students had gone home, her roommate included, but everyone else seemed to be fine, just fine, as if nothing had happened, as if nothing had changed. Madeleine couldn’t understand that either.

But they had class, and Madeleine had to attend class, so she got up every day and washed her face and dressed in her uniform just like she had done before, like everyone else, as if they could all agree to pretend nothing had changed. Today Professor Siordanti was taking them to the Field of Practical Application, and, despite herself, Madeleine was starting to feel excited. She loved Physical Conversation and she thought Professor Siordanti was absolutely brilliant. She couldn’t imagine it was true what everyone said, that he’d been in a terrible duel and nearly died, but it was true that half his face moved slower than the other half. Madeleine thought it was fascinating, and this class was the first she’d felt really looked forward to since the riots.

“What do you think we’ll do today?” Madeleine asked the classmate next to her, smiling.

“No idea!” The other girl smiled back, just as brightly. “But it’s so nice to have class outside, isn’t it?” She giggled, and Madeleine found herself giggling as well, relaxing a bit.

Madeleine crowded around Professor Siordanti with all the other students, watching curiously as he took tools out of his bag first, then a bunch of small metal spheres. He asked them to pair off, and Madeleine nodded, attentively. She turned to the girl she’d just been talking to, only to find that she’d already drifted off and was giggling with someone else now.

Madeleine paused and looked around. She hadn’t known they would be pairing off, and she hadn’t tried to walk close to anyone she usually studied with. She took a few tentative steps, but the boys on her other side were already paired together, and – she spotted a few of the students she liked, but they were too far away, and it looked like they were already paired up anyway. Madeleine turned in a slow, awkward circle; she didn’t see anyone to pair up with now, and a wave of hot, miserable humiliation flooded her cheeks and the back of her neck, almost visible beneath the thick braid of hair resting on the back of her uniform. She dropped her gaze to the green grass beneath her feet, not sure if she should wait to see if maybe there were some other unpaired students left, or to try to make a group of three. Instead, indecisive and feeling the return of the knot of tension in her stomach, Madeleine stayed still and alone, staring miserably down at her toes.

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Eirik Maste
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Fri Jun 14, 2019 8:13 am

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Rioting within the Anaxi capital, while a terrible tragedy, didn't instill within him the fear and panic he felt within the innumerable fields of the student body as he passed by. Invisible in his indifference, Eirik Maste was a ghost, a pale visage as he trudged throughout and towards the supplemental course on Physical magic that he'd enrolled in. Though his attendance - due to his uncooperative body - was sporadic, Eirik Maste was as engaged in this class as he was in his Static classes with Professor Dublin Phore. However, this particular morning as he sought to evade the eternal cloud of misery, was quite tempted to avoid the class altogether. He surmised that his presence wouldn't be missed, and pulled the trigger on the decision. Professor Siordanti hadn't canceled a lesson and Eirik could respect the strict adherence to normal scheduling. The proliferation of magical knowledge, after all, outweighed all else.

Including galdori lives and human greed, he mused. Eirik didn't delve too deeply into politics or philosophy, but this viewpoint that coincided with galdori sentiment was one he held close to his chest. The study of magic, after all, was Eirik's asylum from the ridicule and abuse from his peers.

But that asylum doesn't need to be in Siordanti's class... I'll just duck out... he affirmed. It wasn't until Eirik arrived at the Field for Practical Application to engage in his own, personal study with Static magic that he realized he'd gravely miscalculated.

They're all here. he observed, his thumping heart sinking into his stomach. He swallowed, trying and failing to contain the humiliation within as he realized just how stupid he might've looked. Taller than the vast majority of students at the school, in this class of fifth form students only Professor Siordanti himself eclipsed him. He narrowed his gaze, silently approaching the rest of the students and falling into form with the collective. He kept himself near the back of the group, keeping himself well out of the physical and monic reach of his fellows. Even as Siordanti began to speak, Eirik Maste could hear the whispers around him, the echoes of conversation that stirred like wildfire. Eirik was torn between listening to the professor and intruding on conversations. He was so sure, absolutely positive that every single one of them were talking about him, the problem child that didn't belong. A wave of unbidden anger swelled in his chest, and Eirik tugged his lower lip between his teeth in an effort to contain his irritation. Pink eyes rose until they followed the movements of Professor Siordanti's lips as he recapped.

The past month Eirik was in and out of the class with bouts of sickness. He'd kept his notes in line, turning in assignments when required of him. He surmised that he was in line with the rest of the class, not far enough behind to make a discernible difference. He listened as Siordanti issued instructions, producing small spheres and explaining their purpose succinctly enough. Eirik was pleased. Intent on spending his morning with indulgence in his primary focus conversation Static, he didn't mind the change so much. He reasoned that applying the physics lessons he'd spent the last month solving independently and in class was a well enough use of his time. Then, he looked around, realizing that pairs had begun to form en masse. Friends claimed friends, and Eirik saw no one he'd want to pair up with. However, the idea of pairing up with the professor...

I might as well dig my own grave.

In his desperation, Eirik noticed that there was another that seemed unable to find a partner. Were they the only two left? The Gioran didn't look around to find out, long legs taking him over to a student he didn't recognize by name. Pretty, he thought before casting the matter aside. He hardly offered a smile, pale irises looking from side to side before he asked,

"Uh, would you mind pairing up with me?"

Eirik's question was phrased, in his opinion, strangely. Though the young sorcerer felt fantastic physically (too rare of a thing to be used to), he was at odds with their assignment and the circumstance as a whole. If his fellow student acknowledged his question, he'd linger next to her and Eirik awaited further instruction from the professor.



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