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06 October 2019 @ 11:20 am
_Professor_ part 35  

Ice choked faintly, then folded up on the ground and watched.

Dog eased down beside him. Rael caught a faint whisper. “. . . that’s impressive . . .”

And from Ice, “No, that’s insane.”

Rael snickered. “Just wait . . .”

Ra’d and Ebsa damped down the power, letting the heat flow away in a slight breeze, and broke the merge.

Ra’d nodded. “Very nice. That was a good shallow merge and good power handling.” He eyed the bright eyed young men sitting there. You and you, next.”

Unko and Osti scrambled out to take Milo’s and Agny’s places, for another good round. Eggo and Kev barely formed up before Ra’d dropped it. Pointed at Kev.

“You are too young for this. Powerful, yes, but you need more low level work and just time to . . . not be damaged by handling this much power.”

Fun took his place for a rather lumpy and uncertain round.

Then Arno and Sunny. Bright power circling . . . wobbling a bit as it faded, with a flash up into the sky.

Definitely need to do this at the beach.

“You two are very strong.” Ra’d looked back at the group. “All of you are. We’ll do this again Thursday. I would like you all to come to Embassy. We have a beach where we practice high energy magic—nothing flammable around, other than ourselves. Eight am. Main entrance. Bring a change of clothes, the weather is warm.”

Rael dismissed them.

Ice and Dog stood up and watched the kids laughing as they walked away.

“I’ve never seen anything like that.” Ice swallowed.

“I have. But it was a long time ago.” Ra’d looked over at Rael. “Why so little control?”

“Because all they’ve been taught all their lives is to suppress their magic.” Rael grinned. “But they’re about over that. Maybe I can start some control exercises, now.”

“Please.” Ebsa glanced after the boys. “A compass with Arno, Sunny, Milo, and Agny all in it will be interesting.”

“Arno is the strongest.” Ra’d eyed her. “Still a virgin. Lots of control exercises, please.”

“Right.” She eyed him. Didn’t ask. “And my last class, the Team Track Seniors.”

Ra’d studied them as they walked up. “Only five, this year?”

“Yep. Guys . . . I see you recognize the coaches I’ve called in for Compass practice. Warriors, may I introduce Wavy, Ted, Ijjy, Use It, and Ebow. Over to you.”

Ebsa nodded. “So you’ve done quite a bit of compass work, right?”

Wavy stepped up. “Right, but not since Rael been . . . showing us how much we were missing, magic-wise.”

“So,” Ebsa looked at Ice and Dog. “We need an eighth. Have either of you? Good.”

Dog stepped up, looking a little apprehensive.

Ebsa walk over to take south, to Ra’d North. Wavy hesitated, then took east, Ted west and the rest slotted in between them.

Rael walked over and stood beside Ice as power circled, wobbled, and was dropped. Ebsa shifted three men around and they started again. Power building, climbing, bright and beautiful. Fast and smooth this time.

I’ve never seen people swapped around like that. It certainly seems to work.

She lowered her mental shields, and eavesdropped. Caught a startled look from Ice, then he was listening in as well.

:: energy shield, but form a hole when ever anyone in the merge throws an energy spell. ::

A quick flash of light, that slipped right through the hole and hit the slope. Ebsa and Ra’d, of course.

But then the student members of the compass were holding shields, opening holes, closing the holes, feeling and knowing when a hole was needed. They swapped around who was holding the shield and kept to the less dangerous spells, then added a mental shield and practiced which shield needed the hole for which spell was being thrown.

Then the power spun down the shields faded, and the men staggered apart, five of them sitting down abruptly. Rael grabbed boost and handed it around.

“That was really impressive.”

Rael glanced over. A man she recognized as Ijly, the Combat Department head. Ikku and Ongo were there as well.

Wavy finished his boost and staggered to his feet. “Told you it would be good.”

“Indeed.” Ikku grinned suddenly. “And I never expected Ra’d and Ebsa to ever set foot on campus again.”

Ra’d snorted. “Especially to train Teamers in compass work? They’re already good at the Compass, we’ll work them again Thursday on shield and attack coordination.”

Hey. Not going to take them to the beach. They’re . . . strong by the usual measurements. The other nine? Ra’d saw it. I’m training a batch of Warriors. And then there’s the six women. I know clusters happen, randomly. And four of them are Xen’s kids. But that’s still eleven ordinary Oners who, like Ebsa, won the genetic lottery and got all the good stuff.

I don’t know if I’m glad the Combat staff didn’t see them, or sorry. But no doubt they’ll find out next year.

She watched the Team trainees head on direction, the Combat faculty the other, then turned back to the four men.

“So, are you guys going back to Gate City tonight, or can I offer you dinner?”

“We’d be delighted to stay.” Ebsa grinned. “We’ve been hearing rumors about your house and I never saw the finished office.”

Rael glanced at Ice and Dog, hovering. “Yeah, you guys too.”


The office was duly admired, with Ebsa impressed by the bearskin. “I wonder if Paer would let me have one?”

The salutary tour of the house and Ebsa demanding to hold this new sort of stepbrother of his.

Exzy was sound asleep. Oops. I haven’t brought him out since . . . we left Embassy.

“Well, he not as cute as my kids, but he’s nearly a match for Ra’d’s.”

Ra’d just grinned. “So does the red hair indicate volatile emotions, or is he going to be more laid back, like his big brother?”

“Umm, pretty laid back, but social and a chatterbug.”

Dog eyed Ebsa. “Sort of stepbrother?”

“Oh, through my biodad’s fifth wife’s half cousin or something or other. Someday I’ll diagram it out and discover that I’m not related to Rael at all.”

“Oh, you’re Montevideo Clan, bound to be some very distant blood relation.” Rael grinned. “Of course that means there’s a whole lot of people neither of us want to be related to, that we probably are.”

“Huh.” Ebsa frowned and stepped into the kitchen to frown at the refrigerator. “It’s not plugged in.

Rael sighed. “I need to hide that wretched plug. Xen . . . did something to the fridge, so it stays cold.”

“Careful, Rael, you let him poke around your kitchen, he’ll wind up cooking something delicious.”

“I was thinking I’d send out for something . . .”

Ebsa tsked, and pulled out the two dead chickens . . .

They all grabbed stools and put their elbows on the counter while Ebsa whisked around the kitchen. Dog and Ice relaxed enough to chat, talking about their current project of watching the love hate relationship between the War Party and Insa, a rabble rouser who had formed a new party before the last presidential election.

“Are they managing to lure a substantial number of their former colleges back? Much though I hate to say it, Izzo mostly won because the War Party and Isolationists both lost so many people to the One Firsters.”

Dog and Ice visibly refrained from commenting.

Rael shook her head. “IR Goons. War Party. So sad to see such potential wasted.”

She grabbed plates and flatware for Ebsa to load. “How do you do that so fast?”

He juggled three knives, shrugged. “Sheer ability, or possibly magic? A nice little hot ball inside a chicken cuts the oven time nicely.”

Michawl DolbearMichawl Dolbear on October 6th, 2019 05:33 pm (UTC)
==A nice little hot ball inside a chicken cuts the oven time nicely.”==

In our world, six minutes in the microwave while the oven is heating up can save thirty minutes or so. Use a meat thermometer if not sure.

Edited at 2019-10-08 10:06 pm (UTC)
ekuah on October 7th, 2019 08:15 am (UTC)
“Sort of stepbrother?”
You totally forgot to mention Exzy's 'sort of brother in law', niece and nephew.

Ice was dumbfounded "What, Ryol has already kids?"
"No, but her much older half sister Nighthawk has."
(Anonymous) on October 7th, 2019 03:26 pm (UTC)
Re: “Sort of stepbrother?”
Rael also never mentions that Ra'd is her first cousin. I sometimes wonder if she's internalized that yet. It does make Ra'd and Nighthawk's kids her cousins.

(Anonymous) on October 7th, 2019 03:43 pm (UTC)
RE: Re: “Sort of stepbrother?”
Or possibly it's just much too much of a tangled mess, and only geta dragged out for those with real need to know the biology. It pretty much requires pen and paper to make any sense of.

"Ok, Milo, before I say 'yes', no, shut up, I'm serious. You need a family tree, which is really more of a tangled thicket, but at least a bunch of my grandpas win various degrees, Wolf, Emre, Harry, Chauncey, don't have any ancestors. And you need to think about how your dad is going to deal with you marrying into the royal family of the Kingdom of the West in Ambassador Never's line, yes, she's my great-grandmother; the family of the Leader of Ash World; and the familys of the last two Prophets of the One. So. Shut your mouth, and be glad my bio-parents never married or I'd actually be in line for the Western Throne, and your dad would die on the spot."

(Anonymous) on October 7th, 2019 09:36 pm (UTC)
Re: Re: “Sort of stepbrother?”
Ash world or Rip world? I thought that Ash world got abandoned, or cut off when the mages did not want anything more to do with Ash.
matapampamuphoff on October 7th, 2019 10:28 pm (UTC)
Re: “Sort of stepbrother?”
I think Comet Fall was what she meant. And women really aren't counted in the list of Heirs, even though inheritance through the female line was considered.

While it has not come up, and I'm not planning on it, I doubt that any children raised by their mothers outside the Kingdom would be considered at all.
(Anonymous) on October 7th, 2019 11:24 pm (UTC)
RE: Re: “Sort of stepbrother?”
No, I meant Ash World, because Beck was the senior mage and leader of that bunch, and Rael's partial-grandfather, and even if they're disdaining contact with the multiverse right now, they still exist.
I also figure Ryol would go for maximum shock effect, if she ever did consider saying yes to Milo. She does enjoy a spot of drama, and having the ruler of an entire world, for a value of world equals small town, in the family tree is worth drama points at the least. She's also got "my stepbrother is the son-in-law of former President Orde" to throw in there. (And Dog would be some sort of adopted cousin.) She'd have fun laying out her pedigree for maximum shock value, I would think.

I figured given Xen was considered a potential heir, any sons Ryol had would be, if Rael and Xen had married, and if the entire rest of the family (including Xen, Arno and Exzy) were dead, which would be so unlikely, but fun to point out to Milo's dad. Maybe.

matapampamuphoff on October 7th, 2019 11:45 pm (UTC)
Re: “Sort of stepbrother?”
Oh, my creepy Mages who don't allow their wives to have names? Ryol _might_ say something about being the great grand daughter of the Arch Mage, but they're _gone_. No one even knows if they're still alive.

And don't leave out Answer and Rustle.
(Anonymous) on October 8th, 2019 11:57 am (UTC)
RE: Re: “Sort of stepbrother?”
So she is descended from Gods and rulers in three worlds.
(Anonymous) on October 9th, 2019 04:43 am (UTC)
Re: Re: “Sort of stepbrother?”
Four worlds maybe?

Rustle may be from, & live on, Comet Fall, but she was first summoned as The Dark Lady in Arrival on Exile Four, the Arbolians also used their "little god" summoning & restraint ritual on her there, so I'd say she's pretty officially part of someones pantheon there.
(Anonymous) on October 7th, 2019 09:33 pm (UTC)
Re: “Sort of stepbrother?”
I want to read the scene where Ra'd walks in and says "Hi aunt Kael." to Kael. Preferably with Ajha witnessing.
ekuah on October 8th, 2019 07:40 am (UTC)
Re: “Sort of stepbrother?”
Or greeting her "Hi auntie" in passing. Just brief enough to get out of the blast radius.
Michawl DolbearMichawl Dolbear on October 8th, 2019 10:04 pm (UTC)
== Not going to take them to the beach.==


I think you have Arno etc on Embassy beach followed immediately by Teamers at the Directorate practice ground.
matapampamuphoff on October 9th, 2019 12:00 am (UTC)
No, Ra'd tells/invites them to the beach. They still have to survive Thursday with Isakson (now being written.) Then Saturday morning, off to the beach.