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25 July 2017 @ 07:50 am
_Testing_ part 4  
 

***

Deim dragged in a few minutes later, grinning, even as she dropping to a chair with a huff of relief. "Look!" She held out a handful of metal bits. Little iron roses, grid work, tiny rings. "Hundreds of times larger than I've ever done anything before. Thousands."

Imde looked at them. "Umm, Deim? I thought the value of micromagifacturing was the ability to make very, very small things?"

"Oh it is. But this is a huge leap in power application. And range. This last one . . . well, it's pretty messy, but I did it from five meters away."

"Five . . . Deim, that's . . ." impossible . . . not useful for anything . . . "amazing."

Izzo nodded. "And you're just starting. I hope they send us home with exercises to work on for the next year."

A giggle. Imde cranked his head around. Rael had walked up behind him, Isakson beside her.

"A year Izzo? It won't be that long before you're back wanting more."

"I'm a bureaucrat, damn it. I haven't got time to sit around enjoying the sun."

Isakson chuckled. "A good attitude, in part. Practice pulling more power for Speed, while fencing. Then start pulling it for different purposes. Bring your fencing gear tomorrow."

Imde thought back wistfully to the day wo weeks ago when he could have said "no" to Presidential Director Urfa's invitation. I wouldn't have seen that picture. Wouldn't have know I could do Cool Speed. Wouldn't have known I wasn't a damaged priest that even Makkah didn't want. Wouldn't have known I was a Halfer—half CometFall mage.

And I don't which of that mess is positive or negative.

All right. The Cool Speed is good. I'll trash the Department Head next time I catch him in the salle.

"Umm, didn't bring my fencing gear."

Izzo shrugged. "I've got extra everything . . . I'll probably have flashbacks of loaning stuff to Endi Dewulfe. But if you lot are done with me for today, I'm going to drag my carcass home."

Deim nodded. "I spotted a pool behind the mansion . . . "

"Have at it." Rael giggled. "The President's out of town so I won't be able to provide you with a celebrity to swim with."

Deim exchanged glances with Imde. "Rael . . . you are a celebrity."

She giggled. "In that case, see you at the pool in half an hour."

The pool was a nice long rectangle, nothing fancy, four meters deep with a diving board. Imde was the first out, and took a deep breath of still warm air. Nice and quiet, a few birds chirping. He dipped a toe in the water. Warm in the summer sun. He shrugged. Better than no water at all. he dove off the board and coasted to the shallow end of the pool, kick turned and swam back to the deep end. Boosted himself out and sat on the edge. With the top layer mixed in, the water was pleasantly cool on his legs and he stretched, relaxing.

"Not as nice as a big breaker," He swept his arms down around and up. "Right there . . . "

He felt the surface of the water dropping as the center heaved up into a thick cylindar.

He froze, arms uplifted.

Lowered his arms jerkily, and the column of water sank, roiled and splashed, dropped back into the pool, slopped over the sides and sloshed, rough and choppy.

Imde swallowed. Put his hands out flat. The water stilled.

"Well, that's new." Isn't it? All my friends say I have a talent for picking out the good days to surf, the right spots for the big waves . . . but that's just . . . I don't make the waves, do I?

"Hey, Imde, how's the water?" Deim strolled out, tossing a towel on a chair.

"Great . . . " He broke off to boggle at Rael, in a collection of round holes connected by scrapes into something vaguely swimsuit shaped.

A laugh from behind them. Teez and Fues, in rather conservative one pieces.

Thank you. One Rael is all the World can take!

He was careful to not do anything with the pool water while Teez lived up to her nickname and Fuzzy decided to join the game.

Deim rolled her eyes. "Observe Rael, the multitude of ways a brother can embarrass a sister."

"I think it's an effect of the Princess School. No men. Let the teachers out and look what happens."

Dinner turned into an al fresco buffet, as the sun set.

And after Rael and Deim departed . . . it got even more fun. He ignored the way the water in the pool sloshed around.

***

In the morning they got beaten up, fed, and downloaded text books.

"You'll have to study the theories of magic on your own. We're here to evaluate you and start some magic practice. Today," Tease was back to immaculate and in control of her class. "We will start with perception. Mainly because it's the least dangerous . . . "

Lecture.

Practice.

More lecture.

More exasperating practice.

Even more lecture.

"You really did a thorough job of blocking your magic." Fussy frowned down on him. But the hot sunshine just . . . made him sweat.

"Well, I think that all for today. Deim, Izzo, good job on the vision adjustments. You two men can now go poke swords at each other."

Izzo was wickedly fast. Imde was hard put to defend himself despite a superior reach, barely got any hits in, lost his cool and . . . learned that he wasn't nearly as good when he was angry.

He saluted Izzo, and staggered back sweating as he got himself back under control.

"One damn you're fast. And cool all the way. I have got to get better at that."

Izzo chuckled. "And pulling power."

Imde nodded. How I felt yesterday. And the pool cooled down . . . "I think I'm doing something wrong. I wonder if it's that mage gene?" And I need to decide what I want to do, before I cross some threshold where I can't go back to what I love.

/// I'm working on merging four of these five stories. Izzo needs to learn push this week before he learns how to fly. So ignore the continuity errors. They'll get fixed later. ///

 
 
 
James ResoldierJames Resoldier on July 25th, 2017 05:54 pm (UTC)
I like it! I like it! I want more like it!

*Breaks our in cheerleader fashion*

Give me an I! Give me an M! Give me a D! Give me an E! What's that spell?!

(a great story)
matapampamuphoff on July 25th, 2017 06:39 pm (UTC)
Fortunately Professor Surfer Dude isn't acting like a character who's going to demand his own story.
ekuah on July 25th, 2017 10:34 pm (UTC)
You said you need an...
...overarching problem for the story.

Imagine if it comes out that a Oner is the heir of a throne on Cometfall.
You would easily find a politician who would try to turn Imde into a puppet to stir up trouble with these damn Fallen.
And I'm guessing Imde would be clueless enough (he is a math professor!), to fall for this plot.
So Rael, Izzo, Deim and company have to scramble, to foil that plan, and simultaneously preventing harm from Imde.



Edited at 2017-07-25 10:40 pm (UTC)
(Anonymous) on July 26th, 2017 12:00 am (UTC)
RE: You said you need an...
A potential heir. Oscar had eleven zillion kids. At least one in Ash, hundreds on the Islands, was Rior's first his or Bran's?

Not sure if anyone other than Oscar ever knew what he was, though.

Or Oscar could come looking for long lost kids. Where does this fit with Scandia? Close enough for overlap? Rescuing an entire city might be about the right size for getting his attention on personal responsibility.

Imde would be a heck of a lot better king than Oscar.
Holly
Michawl DolbearMichawl Dolbear on July 26th, 2017 12:36 am (UTC)
Re: You said you need an...
See Sea Wolves for at least on realisation of who Oscar Harryson must be.
matapampamuphoff on July 26th, 2017 01:14 am (UTC)
Re: You said you need an...
Oscar remembered, the first time he sailed into Cove Island.

His oldest son would be Vala's son Cor, _The_ Dirty Old Man. All the kids in the Islands, some of which--Deni _The_ Ladies Man, for example, were born in the West after their mothers followed Jin Genaro home. Then Rior's son--Kenton in Earth Gate.

Imde? Illegitimate, raised in a foreign nation, nope. Any research at all would quash any wishful thinking.
ekuah on July 26th, 2017 07:48 am (UTC)
Re: You said you need an...
It was just a suggestion.
And he doesn't need to be the most likely candidate to stir up trouble.

-He is one of the older sons.
-He is more legitimate than the actual kings (the usurpers)
-He has the right magic.
-And he would have powerful backers (Empire of the One) to wedge him in.
-They did it in the past (Rior in Aurallia) so they could try it now again.

These were my thoughts, now squished, but I wanted to explain them.

In the end you can still let the Cyborgs invade the One World if you need an overarching problem.
matapampamuphoff on July 26th, 2017 12:18 pm (UTC)
Re: You said you need an...
Nah, Helios is bad enough. I'll give them a pass on the cyborgs.
matapampamuphoff on July 26th, 2017 06:03 pm (UTC)
Overarching problems
It's easy to fall into the trap of "every book must have a more dire problem than the last" but I don't think that's the case. Some stories can be small, and the problems just personal.
Dean AgnewDean Agnew on July 26th, 2017 03:05 pm (UTC)
Re: You said you need an...
Not remembering the detail that far back, but had figured from his story Keaton was that child and based on the burst of wave action when they went to the Wizard School meant Oscar.
And yeah with the rescue being a big splash the kids could look up the new dad's.
And Rael as intel asset, does seem to mirror Bran and Oscar leaping into crazy things and then going uh oh.., So a good father daughter bonding, with hundreds of new half siblings all over the world (or at least the parts they took Wine to)