Aguril Catch-All!

[overworker]

Who: Towa Herschel (overworker) and you!
When: throughout the month of August
Where: Various Locations
What: Starting off strong for her first month, Towa's attacking classes, quests and life within the Coven head-first!
Warnings: None, will add as necessary


I. Coven: Classes

[As a beginner, Towa takes the classes that are offered to witches very seriously. Beyond studious, even if it's only been a few days-- she already has a variety of diligently taken notes. But even though she has no intention of neglecting any class offered, she already has a clear idea of where she wants to begin. She knows it won't be easy-- there's no telling what kind of talent (or perhaps lack thereof) she might possess. So she can't slack off. Always one of the first to arrive, she's also always staying late to practice.

There's a certain project that she's been working on. It's in it's very earliest stages, so she saves it for later-- when there are less people around. The last thing she wants to do is cause any trouble for anyone. But what she's attempting to do could realistically do just that if she's not careful.

On the desk in front of her sits a large handheld gun of some strange origins. Along with it are several large books on evocation.]

If I'm correct, this shouldn't be so different from orbal energy. I hope I'll be able to use this...

[It would seem that she's attempting to create a form of energy that the gun can use to shoot out as a weapon. Not all parts of the process are dangerous, but if you approach her while the gun is in her hands, then you might be at some form of risk if you don't announce yourself first.]

II. Part-timers Wanted!: Precogstitchin'

[It's not enough just to put her all into classes-- no, she wants to help out. And part of that means earning money to help ease Elliot's financial troubles, since he'd been kind enough to help them all out when so many of them arrived so suddenly. While she may not have much in terms of specialized skills, she's done enough here and there to know that a part time job is well within her capabilities. Reading the wanted ads, she came across one for the quaint tailor's shop, Precogstitchin'.

Whatever your needs might be, the shop has been hard at work preparing orders of various garments. Within the shop, Towa is available to help you find whatever it is you need, place your order or retrieve your order if you had something already set up.]

Welcome to Precogstitchin'! My name's Towa-- If you needle assistance-- [Phonetically tailored to sound like "need a little".] Just let me know!

III. Wilde Quest #1: Out of the City

[In her free time, Towa ventures beyond the Bright Wall to the Outer City to lend aide to those outside. Her first aid is elementary; based on her lessons from Thors and not yet much on the magic taught here. But she is more than capable of patching up an injury and applying the proper medicine. From the smallest scratch to the worst of the worst, she won't avert her eyes. No one is getting away without receiving the appropriate care.

And although it wasn't exactly her plan, she doesn't mind occasionally singing for a small crowd. While she wouldn't say she's anything special, it was good enough to get the crowd going a few years ago at the school festival so-- if it lifts some spirits here, then she's more than happy to do what she can.]

Well... it's a little embarrassing but

IV. Wildcard

[Even Towa needs a break from time to time. Whether that's shopping, cooking or heaven's forbid resting there are plenty of opportunities to run into her outside of her focused tasks. As a matter of fact, in the evening, she often finds a nice spot outside to watch the stars when she gets a chance. You might even catch her dozing off in the middle of something (working so hard is bound to catch up to her sometime). Although something like that is more likely to happen while she's reading in the library, somewhere she feels safe, or out where she's watching the stars, where she's at peace. But honestly, hit me with anything!]

Comments

I. It's like seeing kirby with a gun

[fiddlestick]

[Elliot liked to think that he's become a pretty good student between the rigorous expectations of Thors and working hard enough to graduate in one year at the music academy. However, for all his achievements, he still paled in comparison to people like Towa. And so like the peasant he is, he was about ready to head back to the house after a long day of classes and studying.

It's only by chance does he pass through the hallway and the door is open, allowing him to see Towa inside with a gun and books.

And well, he's used enough to guns not to be alarmed, so he'll just poke his head in curiously]

Towa? Working on something?

(o｀O´)o/̵͇̿̿/'̿'̿ ̿ ̿̿ ̿̿ ̿̿ pew pew!!

[overworker]

[Seeing that it doesn't seem like a simple task, that's just all the harder she'll have to work to accomplish it. It's amazing she managed to carry that many books here along with all her normal supplies honestly.]

Oh! Hi Elliot! Yes, well... it's kind of a project in it's testing stages really. I haven't actually managed to make any progress yet, so I can't say for sure if it will work or not.

[Won't stop her from trying. And if it's something she can do with her weapon then there might be some merit to testing if something similar might be able to be used for Elliot's staff. If nothing else, those weapons might be capable of amplifying the power of their magic so-- it was certainly worth investigating.]

You're familiar with the way orbal weapons process energy in order to function as weapons. Well... it's similar in concept to the way evocation uses the creation and manipulation of energy to attack. So I was thinking that maybe there's a way to use the energy we can create in a form that will work with my orbal weapon.

oh shi-

[fiddlestick]

[He'll step into the room properly now, approaching her desk.]

So in other words, you're looking to get your orbal gun to fire again using evocation?

[He actually understood what was said, but paraphrasing helps. He wasn't very familiar with guns like Towa's. It was very different from what the Imperial army or Machias used, so he's glancing at it with curiosity.]

I've been doing something similar with my staff, but I've been using enchantments for it.

[overworker]

Yep. At least, that's the idea.

I think if I can find a way to use magic in a form that's more familiar to me, it might make it easier as a beginner.

[Although the process itself sounds weirdly advanced for that analysis but.]

There are a few benefits that I might be able to get out of it if I can keep working. It's a powerful weapon, so it might be able to amplify the power of the energy I can put out too at this point. And being able to accurately hone in on a target would be useful.

[At least it's clear she's given it a good amount of thought even before she started the experimentation stage.]

I can't see myself getting better with another weapon so... I want to see what I can do to make this work.

[fiddlestick]

Yeah...it sounds more complicated than getting an orbal staff to work. [He just has to get bubbles to shoot out of it. Easy enough to enchant the sepith stone for that] Especially if you want precision targeting.

It even looks pretty different from most orbal guns I've seen...

[overworker]

It's pretty ambitious, I know.

You can look at it if you'd like. [She's more than happy to let Elliot examine it.]

I thought about it... whether or not I could learn something different, like a staff or even something like a sword, but... I just can't imagine being any good wielding something big like that.

[Small people problems.]

So... I think getting this to work would be the best way I could help everyone.

[fiddlestick]

Oh, thanks... [He'll pull up a chair to sit and get a better look at the gun. He wasn't a gun expert, but he's been around enough guns most of his life to know that this is...one weird looking orbal gun. It was gun shape, but some of the parts were more reminiscence of an orbal staff. Or rather, an orbal staff if it'd be put through a trash compactor.

He listens to her explanation. Yeah....yeah, he could agree with that logic. ]

Ahaha Y-Yeah, I can't picture you with a sword... [He's pretty sure Laura's sword is the size of Towa honestly] You're already having to learn a new type of magic. Making you learn an entirely new weapon on top of it is asking a lot. Plus, the stuff available in town really isn't as advanced as orbal weapons, so ... yeah, getting this working would be better.

[It's the same reasoning he worked towards getting his staff working again. It was more than just sentimentality. There was pragmatism to using an orbal staff over the staves offered in this place.

But the question now was how to get this thing working. ]

You said you were thinking of using Evocation to power it. Did you have an idea of how to do that?

[overworker]

Well, if there's no other way then I'll just have to succeed.

[Ahaha. Yeah of course it's not that simple. But if every other prospect is bad, then it's true. The pressure has never been greater though.]

The concept behind my orbal gun was that it actually shoots arts. In that way, it seems like evocation would be the closest type of magic in form. Theoretically I believe that if I could manipulate the energy of different evocation spells through the gun, I could use it in a very similar way to it's intended use.

[fiddlestick]

Yeah, looks like. But you'll do it for sure, I know that much.

[He has faith in Towa!!!!!

He pictures what she's describing]

Oh...so it'd be like you're using the gun as a way to channel evocation spells? Almost like how some use wands here?

Augril 17th, Practice Failure (CW: burns)

[overworker]

[The air is brisk, but the weather isn't terrible to walk through. It's good enough for a small witch to do her practicing in. In front of her, there is a setup of various items that were disposed of as trash within the coven-- which Towa has taken in turn to use for target practice.

It's an open area, but even in that-- the sound of ceramic shattering from a high-speed magical explosion might be enough to catch one's interest. If they were looking though-- that wasn't the only thing that exploded.

While the magic passed through the gun, the power it possessed was poorly controlled. As soon as it left the barrel of the small handgun, the energy went wild. Towa screamed, shocked, and dropped the weapon. It did, however, also hit the target-- but it seems to also have struck her hands. The burns on them are new and not yet at their worst but they're fairly severe.]

...guess... I over-did it...

[It's probably foolish to have tried such a feat when she's not even managed to secure a bond yet. But she'd had such high hopes...

Well. It wasn't a complete failure.]

Ow...

[Her eyes tear up despite her efforts to avoid it. She has to take a few deep breaths before she can even think about trying to heal herself.]

[fiddlestick]

[Elliot didn't see what happened himself. He'd just been moving near the courtyard on his way to somewhere else when he hears the scream followed by a loud magic noise. That...isn't good.

He goes to investigate, to see if someone needs help. He's surprised when he sees it's someone he knows]

-- T-Towa?!

[overworker]

[As soon as she hears Elliot's voice she knows it's probably pointless to try and clean up. Even if she wanted to-- the injuries to her fingers are pretty bad. The rest of her hands are distinctly better off, but still unpleasantly marked. There's a black substance like soot covering them though, making it a little less of a nasty appearance.]

...h-hey Elliot.

[She's earned that lecture and then some. However--]

It worked. Just... a little too well.

[Positive side first.]

[fiddlestick]

Oh no...

[Elliot moves over, kneeling. Luckily, Elliot's impulse is not to lecture, but instead look at the injuries. Healer, after all]

Let me see what hurts-- is it your hands?

[They look....really bad, especially with that black substance covering them]

[overworker]

Yeah... my fingers got the worst of it. The gun wasn't really happy with being forced to put out that kind of power.

[Thus the mechanical discharge of the black stuff. Her hands are shaking a bit when she holds them out slowly. She does her best to avoid moving them too much-- but even if she could keep them still, she can feel them pulsing as they try to process the level of pain they're enduring.]

They got burned pretty badly.

[fiddlestick]

Ouch...

[First thing's first, he conjures some cold water, letting it float around her hands to both clean the black stuff off, and help cool the burns.]

Was it too much power for it?

[overworker]

[ Towa winces, but does her best to stay still so Elliot can do what he needs to without making it any harder for him. ]

I think so... parts of the spell backfired and sort of exploded in on itself. I may have used too much energy at once.

[ Serious as she knows the mistake is, now that the wound will be alright she can't help but still be a little happy. ]

But it wasn't entirely a failure. It even hit the target!

[fiddlestick]

[So in other words...exactly what he warned her about. Fortunately for Towa, Elliot really isn't the type to go "I told you so". He just makes a "hmmm" sound as he keeps washing and cooling those hands.]

Well, that is something. Though probably use less power next time...

[He knows there'll be a next time. There's no quitting with a minor setback.

The water disappears as he finishes cleaning up her hands. He looks over the hands, they do look better with the black stuff gone, but it's still pretty serious burns]

Hmm...I think I can heal the worst of it, but it'll still take awhile to fully heal, sorry.

Augril 19th -- Visitation (closed to Emil)

[overworker]

[Spending as much time as she does within the Coven, she's had the opportunity to hear about many of the other students. That's how she hears talk of a familiar person that she remembered running into during that dream sequence, before she woke up here.

They hadn't spoken much, so maybe it's no concern of hers-- but she'd like to see if he's doing well here.

So in the late afternoon, after she's finished up with her studies for the day, she stops by a shop and picks up a small batch of various cookies and goes to the barracks. If he isn't there, then at least she can leave a little care package. Holding the bag in one hand, she gently knocks at his door.]

Hello? My name's Towa Herschel-- I'm a witch at the Coven here. I wanted to see how you were adjusting and if there's anything I can do to help. [...] Oh! And I brought some cookies, if you'd like them!

[petrifying]

<sub>[Emil is doing...okay? Yeah, okay seems about right. He's sporting a few bruises here and there from various tumbles and walking into things, but for the most part he's managed to get a few key paths memorized. That isn't to say he hasn't been struggling - he has. Quite a bit.

The knock comes as a surprise and it doesn't take long for Emil to open the door to, well...he's not sure who it is - at least until she opens her mouth to speak.]</sub>

Oh, um hello! You brought me cookies, really? Wow...that's really nice of you!

[overworker]

I hoped you'd like them. They're from a local place I've been wanting to try since I saw it during the festival earlier this month. And then I heard your name again in passing while I was studying and I thought it might be nice to see how you were doing.

[He seems to be doing well enough, which she's glad to see. Still, it's probably hard for him to enjoy simple things like this yet. Even she has trouble remembering where things are still-- it's not a small place.]

So I thought maybe we could share them!

im so late kick my ass

[petrifying]

_{[It's incredibly hard, even if he's been trying to make the best of it. Luckily for Emil he's endearing enough that a few of the other Witches had taken it upon themselves to make sure he had clean laundry and other simple things one might not be able to do for themselves. He's touched though, by this offering of cookies and steps aside to let her in. It's such a fluid motion one would think he isn't blind, but he's so well practiced now at living this way that even if it's a new environment he's quick to pick up the layout of the place.]}

Oh I'd love to share them with you! Sorry my place is a bit...well, I don't actually know what state it's in but if there is a mess I apologize!

gently noogies your head

[overworker]

[To hear him apologize for something he isn't even sure exists, she can't help but smile. She steps inside-- leaving her shoes at the door politely before letting herself in.]

There's no need to worry about that. Besides, I'm the one who came over on the spur of the moment.

[As long as there's enough space for them to sit and eat cookies comfortably that's all that matters. If any work needs to be done to make that happen, she'll gladly do it. That way he can just come enjoy cookies. She just picked them up so they're still a bit warm and the smell is deliciously fresh. It won't be hard to follow the scent.]

[petrifying]

It's a nice surprise though!

_{[To have company and cookies, that is. Not really knowing where exactly to bring her he motions for her to make a choice. Probably best if she decides where to sit and place the cookies...and boy do they smell good.]}

Make yourself comfortable please!

[overworker]

[She doesn't have a plate with her, but she does have napkins. She lays them out neatly on the table to keep things clean and then sets the cookies out on them. The bag gets folded up and set aside, just in case there are any leftovers he wants to keep.]

Thank you, in that case-- would you like me to get you anything to drink with them? I'm not terribly familiar with the layout here, but I should be able to figure it out without too much trouble!

[petrifying]

_{[Even if he can't see what's happening, his ears tune him in to what's going on well enough. That being said, despite having a pretty good idea where the cookies have been placed he doesn't move to reach for one just yet. It seems impolite to just stuff his face without waiting for the green light to.]}

Oh...well, milk is always the best to have with cookies! But it's okay, I can do without.