Magic on the Beach - RPLOG

Participants

• Asher
• Cedric
• Jera
• Trace

Date

24/5/477

Log

A mumble, a slight twitch as Trace is practicing his magic. Both fire and air spells fly out over the water, all small, but clearly, controlled. Occasionally, small sparks of electricity dance between his feathers, and the kite does seem to manage smaller lightningbolts, by the looks of things.

Cedric walks across the beach sand, dressed lightly for a morning swim when he runs across the avian practicing, purely by coincidence this time. He sets down his bag in the sand nearby as he stands a short distance away to observe for a moment before speaking up. "Looks like you're doing a lot better now." he says, finally.

A nod, a mumble. "I've... Things happened," he mumbles. "Zapped a being again... But... This one deserved it... And I didn't kill 'im," he mutters after a while, shooting another small bolt of lightning from his fingertips, over the ocean. "I... I can control small lightning-spells. And... If he didn't approach in public... I think I would've struck him down," he mumbles, looking a bit more glum, as if unsure whether or not that's such a good thing.

The badger nods as he watches the the display of electricity, "Ah... yeah. Last time we'd done this, wasn't long after I'd zapped a being myself, but it sort of... had the opposite effect on me." he says, clearing his throat before quickly changing the subject. "Well, anyway. Whatever happened there seems to be a good thing. A confidence boost, I'd imagine?" he inquires, tilting his head as he reaches across his chest to rub his still-tender right shoulderblade, though it's healing up rather nicely.

"I... I can't really call the... The prettiest ladybird in Firmament being threatened a... Good thing," he mutters, looking down at the ground and not seeming to notice his slip of the tongue at the moment... "I... I mean, in retrospect, she could've handled herself, but still..."

"I... mean the result is a good thing. The improvement in your casting..." Cedric replies, raising an eyebrow, not quite understanding why Trace would interpret his words like that. "No, it's not a good thing, people being attacked and threatened... but at least now you know you're capable of controlling things when it counts, right?" he adds, with a tilt of his head. "Anyhow. Show me again."

A nod, a mumble, and Trace draws a set of equations in the air, sparks traveling towards his fingers and suddenly discharging in a small bolt of electricity. "I... Did something else to the cat that approached Sveta... I... I could show you, though it hurts like hell, even if it doesn't really do a lot of lasting damage," he mumbles, scratching the back of his head. "But to show that, I really do need a living target... Prob-... Probably best if I don't show it without reason..."

Jera decides that it's a good morning to go for a walk into the beach, the glowing fox walking along the beach side, enjoying the cool touch of seawater on his bare feet before he watches the group ahead. He peers curiously and decides to join them, spotting a familiar badger from afar first. He doesn't make a sound just yet though, not wanting to interrupt a spell.

The badger nods, considering the idea of acting as a living target himself. He reaches up to rub at his chin, pondering whether or not it's really a good idea to do such a thing. "Hmm... I'd say just go for it." Cedric says after contemplation, stretching his arms out to either side and nodding. "Probably wouldn't be the most unpleasant thing I've experienced this week." he adds, chuckling.

Another mumble, a slight twitch as Trace gulps audibly, working up another small spell, before sparks dance around Cedric's form, puffing his hide up and doing, well... Pretty much nothing else. "I... I did this... You'll want to avoid the water... And metal... And touching the ground with a bare part of your body," he mutters, before looking around hesitantly... Didn't need anyone thinking he was trying to hurt the badger, after all.

Jera waves to Cedric for a while before he watches the unfamiliar bird, listening to him talk about magic and finding a curious smile crossing his face. "Hello. Is this a bad time?" He notices Trace's discomfort and asks with a polite bow, his ears flicking and twitching atop his head.

Cedric glances down for a second, checking his lower body. Yup, pants and a pair of sturdy boots touching the sand, although he's not wearing a shirt, and with sparks dancing around him and puffing up his wiry black and white fur quite a bit. "Huh. That's interesting. I think I can imagine why I'd want to avoid those things." he replies, keeping himself very still and making sure not to touch anything. He glances over to the fox, slowly, as the lightning spell continues crackling around him. "Not at all, he was just showing me something... might not be a good idea to get too close to me until Trace revoes this though."

Jera makes sure to cover himself by holding out his cape, wind gusting through the holes as he keeps his distance. "Yes...not too good an idea indeed..." He watches the spell with widened eyes, clearly admiring it a little.

A mumble, a slight twitch. "I... I'm fine. I can... I can try and spark it away, though if either of you could, that... That would probably be safer," he mumbles, again twitching a moment. "It just hurts a lot if you do discharge the sparks yourself, though... Won't actually harm you," he mumbles as he looks between the two again.

Cedric nods very slowly in response, not really wanting to discharge them manually and go through with the pain. He slowly moves an arm to point towards the sea, away from the other two, and closes his eyes. He concentrates intently on the math and attempts to gather up all the sparks dancing around him into one point at his outstretched hand so that they can be safely released towards the horizon without harming anyone.

And with a beautiful glow to light up the oceans too, if only it weren't mid day. Shame. Jera finds himself clapping a little at Trace's magic. "Impressive. Never had a flair for anything but air magic myself." He smiles at Cedric's careful display as well, tail swishing behind him.

"I... I'm okay with each of the four elements, really... But fire and air... They pull the hardests. Earth and water, they feel... Wrong. Like, it's not my element, so to say," he explains after a moment of contemplation. "Even though my tutors did say I had the potential for greatness in any school, for what it's worth," he mumbles, looking out over the water.

Asher patters across the hot sand of the beach, panting happily. He has discarded his normal clothes somewhere and is wearing a little pair of red and white striped swimming trunks tied across his round little belly with a bit of red string. He doesn't seem especially interested in swimming, but every now and then, the little canine splashed through the surf to cool off. He seems to just be finishing up a long run. Well, long for someone with legs as small as his anyway. Seeing the gathering on the beach, the corgi huffs and puffs to a stop, giving a little wave before bending over and putting his hands on his knees. "Hello" he gasps, huffing and puffing between words, "Beautiful *gasp* day *Huff* isnt it?"

Cedric opens his eyes again once the spell is safely removed, and he looks himself over to make sure there's no stray sparks lingerouns around. Everything seems alright now, and he runs his hands over his fur to try smoothing it all back down since it's still standing on end. A very light zap of static electricity arcs between his fingers and arm as he begins, eliciting a momentary wince as it suprises him, but isn't too serious. "I'm comfortable with most elements, though fire comes easier to me than anything. Still, I try not to make use of it unless necessary, since it's unpredictability can make it dangerous sometimes..." he says, nodding to the other two. Catching Asher's approach from the periphery of his vision, he turns slightly to wave in gretting to the diminuitive canine. "It sure is, Asher. How are you today?"

"Having more confidence always helps!" Jera offers to Trace, waving to the...the. And then the kit fox looks down a little and waves properly this time to the corgi. He makes sure that Cedric looks like he is fully discharged before he nods. "I haven't had the most success with anything but air, really. I guess it suits me the best, even though people always say that soulless can pick up anything they want to." He shrugs. "W-Where are my manners. I'm Jera." He takes a step back to greet both the avian and Asher together.

A small nod, a small smile. "Air and fire... Those, I feel at home with... Even though I can't control the bigger spells... Still haven't been able to cast a successful battlefield purification, so far," he explains after a few moments.

Asher's breathing slows a bit as he starts into what looks like a choreographed stretching routine. It looks pretty silly on the pudgy little guy, but he seems to be pretty focused on doing it right. He stops for a moment when Jera introduces himself, extending a little paw up to the fox. "Hello, Mister Jera," he says, still panting a bit, "My name is Asher! Happy to meet you!" After waiting a moment for Jera to shake his hand, Asher goes back to his slow, careful stretching. "I don't mean to be rude," he apologizes, grunting a bit as he pauses in a stretched out pose on the sand, "I just need to finish my routine before I do anything else. Be right *uff* with you!" The little canine assumes one or two more stretching poses, then stands up, dusting the sand from himself. "Are we talking about magic?" he asks, intrigued by the bits of conversation he has heard so far.

Cedric nods to Asher as he continues to brush his fur down with both hands. "Yup, that's right." he says to the corgi, nodding his head again in affirmation. "Trace is practicing his control over it, mostly." he explains. "Speaking of it, though, you've done quite a bit of air magic yourself, havent you?" he asks Asher.

Jera gives Asher's hand a firm shake before he turns to Trace again, tail swishing behind him for just a moment as he tries to contain his excitement. "Well, sir." He offers, not knowing the kite's name. "I'll be around town if you want some tips or the like on air magic. Maybe even some practice on the Academy dummies if you like." The todd's stomach rumbles. "Not right now though. Hungry. Need lunch." He waves, and takes his leave for the moment.

"I... I think we met once before, mister... Jera, I think?" Trace mumbles after a moment of contemplation, pulling out the rune Jera handed him the time they met in the inn. "I... I would appreciate some more tutoring, later," he confirms after a moment, before looking back to Cedric and Asher.

Asher grins up at Cedric. "Yes!" he yips, "I am not too bad with a little bit of Air magic." The little corgi makes a little hop, and launches himself high into the air, performing a little pirouette above the heads of the group before landing gently in the sand. He grins and does another little dance in the sand. "It makes it easier to keep up with everyone on missions and things," he says, "And for reaching high shelves." He finally turns to look up at Trace. "Oh! Sorry!" he says, extending a little paw, "I'm Asher! Pleased to meet you!"

Cedric puts his hand up above his eyes to shield them from the sun as his gaze follows up to the small dog's air facing, nodding. "It's pretty useful for that, yeah... I can barely hover slightly with air math, myself..." he says.

A nod, a chuckle, a grin as Trace watches Asher launch himself. "Myself, I prefer a long, rapid glide. I... I made fourth place in cliffside twice in the championships," he mumbles with with a grin. "In the competition amongst those from my part of the area, I ended second, too," he adds with a smirk.

Asher applauds the unfamiliar Avian's accomplishments. "You must be very good!" he says, not competetive in the least. "I just practice so that I can be useful on missions for the Freeswords," he says, "I'm honestly just glad that they let me tag along most of the time." The pudgy little corgi's ears turn pink with a touch of embarrassment. "I'm not much of a fighter, see," he confesses, "I'm just a little tailor with big aspirations, sometimes." The tiny canine looks between Cedric and Trace. "So what are you two doing out here on the beach?" he asks.

"Gliding is a little easier than actually floating..." Cedric says as he nods his head. To Asher, and glances down and gives a little yawn, raising a hand to cover his mouth for a moment. "I came down to have a swim since I didn't get the chance to, yesterday, when I ran into Trace here during his practice." he explains, turning his head to look towards the water.

"Oh, I /can/ float... But I was taught to follow the path of least magical resistance, even if it looks longer. Often, you can spend your energy to traverse it faster, or reach further. For example, I rarely launch myself into the air... Why? I'd use up a lot of energy to do it, leaving less for the glide afterwards. I jump /down/, build up speed, and then curve up to reach higher with a little magical assistance, expending less of my own energy in the process," he explains. "I'd show, but there's no cliffs in the area, and I've already tried doing it at the Academy... Got some weird looks when I wanted to jump off of the lighthouse, too."

Asher's eyes cross as he tries to wrap his brain around the concept that Trace is describing. "That sounds pretty complicated," he admits, "Like I said, I mostly just use it to keep up with beings that are bigger and stronger than me." The little corgi follows Cedric's eyes to the water and he smiles. "It's too hot for thinking!" he declares before suddenly throwing himself at an approaching wave and laughing as it washes over him. "I need a little break before I start doing any magic exercises," the dripping canine says, flopping onto the warm sand to dry.

The badger shakes his head upon listening to the long explanation, "It's alright, no need for a demonstration." he says with a slight grin, watching Asher leap into the oncoming tide, and crouches down to unbuckle his boots and strips down before approaching the shoreline himself and letting the waves crash up against his bare legs.

"It's... Not that hard... Try to imagine it like this... There's a cave, and it's blocked by a large amount of rocks... You can either lift the rocks up, put them down elsewhere, and continue until you can enter the cave... Or, you could walk to the other entrance a little distance away, and save your energy for whatever might be inside... You can do the same with magic... Lift yourself up, or... Find a way to make the world around you do it for you. Rising air, a steep cliff, and so on. All ways to make the world do the heavy lifting... Why carry the water from wherever you come, when you can draw it out of the air itself? Why make fire in the air if you have a nearby source of heat to draw from as well? Some things are small gains, other things can be big."

"That makes sense," Asher says from his prone position. "My teacher is always going on about momentum and direction and stuff." He grins down at his toes as the swelling surf barely reaches them, then cascades back into the Aqua Magna. "And he is always going on about using as little magic as possible to get as much of a result as possible," the corgi says.

Cedric sits down in the wet sand and stretches out his legs, still listening and nodding with a yawn as the waves of water wash over him. "Normally when beings have trouble with magic, it's because they don't realize any of that." is about all he says before leaning back to lounge on the beach.

"Mmhm... I've seen many beings try and force their way through problems... You need to steer around them, solve them by realizing they aren't problems in the first place, just obstacles... I haven't found the way around my magic-obstacles yet, though," he mumbles... Although, as you can see, I've made... Some progress, even if I don't know why."

Asher sighs happily enjoying the warm sand on his back and the warm sun on his belly. "I like to practice magic here on the beach," he says, "It's usually quiet and nobody can see your flubs." He sits up and looks over at Trace. "Where did you learn your magic, Mister. . ." the corgi trails off, realizing that he has never received the Kite's name.

Cedric nods again, and scoots closer to the water where it starts to get deeper. "Well, I'm sure you'll find your way around them. For now, I think it's important not to allow yourself to become disheartened, or give up entirely. Which would just impede your progress even more. That you're actually here practicing means you haven't."

A nod, a mumble, a small smile. "Trace... Trace Blackwing," he mumbles, extending his hand to shake Asher's own. "I... I realize that much," he mumbles towards Cedric, looking out over the sea again, before nodding faintly towards Asher. "In part... And... In part because if my magic gets out of control, it gets really out of control. Ask mister Cedric about what happens, if you really want to know.

Asher hops up, dusting the sand off his trunks before taking Trace's hand. "Oh! I remember you now!" he exclaims upon hearing the avian's name, "You're Sveta's boyfriend right?" The little dog smiles happily, glad that he has finally made that connection. "Sveta is really pretty, isn't she?" he barrels on, "Especially with that fire colored hair! I think it comes from her being a phoenix and stuff." He does a few more stretches as he continues to prattle, "I bet she really likes your fire magic too, huh?"

Cedric keeps listening, turning his head to Asher as he wanders over to the kite. "I don't think the color comes from that, Asher... if it did, I'd have bright orange hair too." he notes, brushing a hand through his white headfur and leaving behind traces of sand from his palm. On the other hand, now that he thinks about it, that would be pretty neat. "...which I wouldn't mind too much, something other than black or white, but alas..." he adds, frowning slightly.

A small smile, a hesitant nod. "I... I think so? I mean, Sveta hasn't... Confirmed yet, but she hasn't denied it, either," he mumbles after a moment of contemplation, smiling faintly as he leans back on the spot, before looking to Cedric. "It is... Something different. I'm not sure if Sveta wants me to tell people, though. You'll have to ask her yourself."

Asher stretches a little more, then turns to Cedric with a smile. "Okay!" he says, "Time for me to do a little magic practice!" He points out to a buoy bobbing around serenely in the relative calm of the bay. "Care to race me to the floating thing, Cedric?" He nods to Trace, "You can join in too if you like, Mister Trace."

"I'll pass for now." the badger shakes his head to Asher, and just remains lounging calmly just past the shoreline. "You go ahead though, my shoulder is still just a bit sore today." he explains. He nods to the avian. "I can likely guess what it is, as my fur gets some distinct, colorful patterns sometimes... but I won't say anything."

Trace nods and smiles faintly as he leans back. "I'm... Similarly inclined. Ain't hydrophobic or anything, but not feeling like a swim at this time," he mumbles, leaning back. "I think I'm going to enjoy the sun for a bit."

Asher shakes his head. "I'm a terrible swimmer," he says, waving his stubby arms around for emphasis, "I don't intend to get into the water." The little corgi takes a hop, a skip and a jump, then speeds away over the surface of the water, spray flying up in his wake! The corgi seems to be totally unaware of the surprising power behind his air magic as he speeds over the surface of the bay, taking a wide, skidding turn around the bouy and careening at top speed back toward the shore, his oversized ears flapping in the speed-generated wind! "Incoming!" he calls joyfully to the beach as he speeds over the sand, eventually tumbling to a halt at Cedric's feet.

Cedric doesn't appear to even know the meaning of the words 'terrible' and 'swimmer' when used next to each other, and displays this with the cocking of one eyebrow. "I'm not sure what you mean. It's swimming. You just kind of get in the water and move your parts and that's about it. I'm sure you're a fine swimmer." he says, before watching the corgy skid around the water so much, until he comes to a stop right in front of him. "...I guess that works too, sure." the badger chuckles, shaking his head a little bit. "But still, beings just sort of always float when they get in the water, right? I didn't know there were people who can't do it." he says.

Asher laughs, shaking sand from his fur. "I float alright," he says, "I just don't swim very well. It would have taken me a long time to get out to that floaty thing and back." The corgi flobs back down, leaning against Cedrics feet as the waves splash around them. "You and Lord Sven both like swimming quite a lot, don't you?" he asks.

"Oh, I see! I thought you were saying you couldn't, but if it's just that you're a little slow in the water, thats not a big deal... I'm not very competetitive." he says, before adding, "Most of the time, anyway...". He considers the question, nodding his head. "Yeah, I like it a lot. He seems to enjoy it, and he's a lot better at it than I am. Then again, if I really felt like it I could probably give myself more of an advantage with magic, but that wouldn't be very fair, I think..."

Asher stares out over the water, watching the sunlight play across the calm bay. "Is it nice, living on a boat?" he asks, "I mean being able to travel all the time?" The tiny corgi leans back on his badger friend's legs. "I've always been something of a homebody, you know," he says as if making a confession, "But I've always wondered what it would be like to travel around the world."

"It's not that bad. It's pretty great if you don't get seasick, or anything. But you don't really need to live on a boat and dedicate your life to sailing if you want to see the world." Cedric says, submerging one hand in the water and digging around at the wet sand underneath, burying his fingers in it and then lifting it up to watch the sand stream off to the sides and between his fingers and back into the water, looking slightly amused with it. "Well, what I mean is, you can still travel without having to work on a ship."

It's no good. Cedric's kindly words fall on deaf ears, unless Asher can hear them in his dreams. The little canine has fallen fast asleep on the badger's legs, the combination of sea, sun, and his own exertion finally catching up to the little canine. His quiet snores are lost in the sound of the rolling surf.