Doma City.
Hustling, bustling, with all sorts of people going about their business.
There is a darker evil lurking..
But this story isn't about that.
This story is about a place in a completely different dimension.
A place where the laws of time/space are protected by particularly stingy and stubborn mages.
Where millions upon millions of silver coins are in a vault. A completely unguarded vault. Why unguarded? Because no thief bothers with the treasury. No, they go to the kitchens. To thieve a certain kind of pie.
A pie which is like no other kind of pie. But that's not the point. What matters is the name of the pie. Neo Vane Pie.
Neo Vane Pie. A delicacy found only on a certain floating island which gives the pastry it's name.
And it is there, or, more specifically the magic school on top of it, where this story would be taking place.
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"Right! All of you! Yes, that includes you third years too. I swear...they're worse every year.."
Simon Farasia, Lavoran's replacement headmaster, shook his head. It used to be, at least how he remembered, that the headmaster got the ultimate respect. But not since that damned upstart, Diran Ilsvire, had come in and killed the last one. Now that they weren't invincible, it'd sort of..decreased his position, as it was. As it was, he was standing in the auditorium of Neo Vane, giving a speech to over 100 mages and soon to be's, none of whom were really listening to him..
...And that fire mage was about to set that first year's hair on fire.
"HILSON! YOU TRYING TO BE A NUTCASE LIKE FENRON!? DON'T EVEN THINK ABOUT IT!"
Of course, now he'd gotten everyone's attention. He'd mentioned one of the damned Eight Dimonauts who'd gone to that Gara place. Yeah. And brought back those damned spells. He hadn't been there himself, but he heard they'd talked about sheer impossibilities as if they were....commonplace in that town! They hadn't burned the book, of course, but only first years'd even dare grab it, and they were generally goaded by the later years to snag the pie recipe instead. Damned good pie, but....
"...ORDER! I demand ORDER!"
Simon slammed his fist on the podium.
Everyone quieted. Of course, the silence spell keyed to the spot he hit might have helped.
"RIGHT! Now, let me say I'm very pleased to see the turnout this year. And once again, I'd like to give my apologies to the unfortunate student who suffered that accident from the final project last year. Once again, the reward for the proper counterspell is half the ingredient list for Neo Vane Pie!"
The crowd roared a silent approval.
"Now, normally, the Dragonmaster, our land's hero, would be coming by to speak a few words once you're all sick of hearing my voice. Unfortunately, due to...unexpected circumstances, he's unable to come this year. I'm sure you're all disappointed, but there isn't a whole lot I can do."
Simon took a big breath. Now was the part he had to get straight.
"Now. Earth Teacher this year is Mr. Porlan, Wind Teacher is
Ms. Sesil.."
"SesAL, Headmaster." the Wind Mage replied. Bloody stuffy sort she was, Simon thought. but, no matter.
"Ms. Sesal... Fire teacher this year is Mr...Mr..."
"Mijaka, Simon. Is that too much to ask?" Old Thilon Mijaka interrupted. It never ended. Ever since those damned interdimensional raids, the entire authority system had gone completely haywire. It was if the Headmaster was no longer the driving force behind the school!
Simon slapped his forehead.
"Okay. It's been a long day. I don't feel like giving out everyone's names. You're all bloody well color coded anyway, just find the teacher with the same color robes as you, you know what bloody well element you are, so we can get the orientation and dorm setups out of the way."
Edited by: [url=http://pub30.ezboard.com/brpgww60462.showUserPublicProfile?gid=banjooie>Banjooie</A] at: 4/11/03 11:58:42 pm