[3 PM comes. Ferran, curious enough to go along with the routine, but not cautious enough to look up the curriculum, ends up in the worst class imaginable.
He absolutely refuses to be recruited for this—and instead of being target practice, he can be seen vehemently arguing with the professor, who's physically blocking him from leaving and insisting that he assist with practice with every well-meaning authoritative argument she can muster. Ferran is not having it, his hands in tight fists by his side and a distinct look of panic behind the anger he's brought to the front. Even his familiar, a sharp-eyed bearded vulture, is standing at her full height on his shoulders, feathers fluffed up like she's ready to throw down. It is extremely hard to miss them.
Ferran hasn't raised his voice to a yell as of yet, but he looks like he's about to do something drastic.]
I swear to every god in this universe, if you don't get out of my way, I will make you move.
School Days. [Many loops; various]
A: [The library is always a decent place to start any kind of research, so for many points at many loops, he can be found looking through the books, looking for anything on time magic, transmutation, conjuration, and magical beasts and monsters. Levitate and Mage Hand always come in handy in places like this, and his familiar Agate can be found perched nearby on a table so as to not disturb anyone. Eventually, he'll be found with a handwritten journal as well. At several points, he might also be found simply writing in his own tome, deeply engrossed in the process.
Need any help with research or finding a book, even if it's just for pleasure? He's here to help you out.]
B: [Of course, a knockoff magical school is also going to have some knockoff magical moving hallways and staircases. For Ferran and others with transportation spells of any kind, this isn't a problem. For other Reclaimers who aren't magically inclined or willing to climb all the way around to a different passageway, Ferran can offer a hand. If anyone displays any amount of distress when a stairway flips itself 90 degrees, he might approach with a sympathetic:]
Need a lift?
Nap time. [Loop 3 or so; 12-3 PM | every few loops; various]
A: [Ferran still feels a cold sweat on the back of his neck when time resets. His heart is pounding, and his breaths come in a little quickly as he adjusts to the change in setting. His familiar settles on his shoulders, her feathers fluffed out as she looks about nervously.
Rows of teeth. White fire. Enormous limbs. It's not much, but it's... something.
He'll start thinking about it later—but for now, he needs to collapse in the nearest available bed. Anyone who saw him and Maya voip into the mysterious chasm with a dangerous monster can probably guess that things didn't go so well by the look in his eye and the tension in his posture, and he makes a beeline straight to whoever he needs to ask for a nice dorm room, inviting Maya along.
He'll be found there for a couple of hours in this loop, and for once he won't brush off anyone who might want to contact him or see him. They only have to ask, and they'll get an answer.]
B: [But also, they've all got to get some sleep sometime, and cuddling up in a pile of cushions around a fireplace doesn't exactly sound like a relaxing time to your friendly neighborhood pyrophobic wizard. If anyone wants to join him in the dorms, he'll freely offer to share his space to one or two people at a time, especially if they look worn down or in distress.]
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[3 PM comes. Ferran, curious enough to go along with the routine, but not cautious enough to look up the curriculum, ends up in the worst class imaginable.
He absolutely refuses to be recruited for this—and instead of being target practice, he can be seen vehemently arguing with the professor, who's physically blocking him from leaving and insisting that he assist with practice with every well-meaning authoritative argument she can muster. Ferran is not having it, his hands in tight fists by his side and a distinct look of panic behind the anger he's brought to the front. Even his familiar, a sharp-eyed bearded vulture, is standing at her full height on his shoulders, feathers fluffed up like she's ready to throw down. It is extremely hard to miss them.
Ferran hasn't raised his voice to a yell as of yet, but he looks like he's about to do something drastic.]
I swear to every god in this universe, if you don't get out of my way, I will make you move.
School Days. [Many loops; various]
A: [The library is always a decent place to start any kind of research, so for many points at many loops, he can be found looking through the books, looking for anything on time magic, transmutation, conjuration, and magical beasts and monsters. Levitate and Mage Hand always come in handy in places like this, and his familiar Agate can be found perched nearby on a table so as to not disturb anyone. Eventually, he'll be found with a handwritten journal as well. At several points, he might also be found simply writing in his own tome, deeply engrossed in the process.
Need any help with research or finding a book, even if it's just for pleasure? He's here to help you out.]
B: [Of course, a knockoff magical school is also going to have some knockoff magical moving hallways and staircases. For Ferran and others with transportation spells of any kind, this isn't a problem. For other Reclaimers who aren't magically inclined or willing to climb all the way around to a different passageway, Ferran can offer a hand. If anyone displays any amount of distress when a stairway flips itself 90 degrees, he might approach with a sympathetic:]
Need a lift?
Nap time. [Loop 3 or so; 12-3 PM | every few loops; various]
A: [Ferran still feels a cold sweat on the back of his neck when time resets. His heart is pounding, and his breaths come in a little quickly as he adjusts to the change in setting. His familiar settles on his shoulders, her feathers fluffed out as she looks about nervously.
Rows of teeth. White fire. Enormous limbs. It's not much, but it's... something.
He'll start thinking about it later—but for now, he needs to collapse in the nearest available bed. Anyone who saw him and Maya voip into the mysterious chasm with a dangerous monster can probably guess that things didn't go so well by the look in his eye and the tension in his posture, and he makes a beeline straight to whoever he needs to ask for a nice dorm room, inviting Maya along.
He'll be found there for a couple of hours in this loop, and for once he won't brush off anyone who might want to contact him or see him. They only have to ask, and they'll get an answer.]
B: [But also, they've all got to get some sleep sometime, and cuddling up in a pile of cushions around a fireplace doesn't exactly sound like a relaxing time to your friendly neighborhood pyrophobic wizard. If anyone wants to join him in the dorms, he'll freely offer to share his space to one or two people at a time, especially if they look worn down or in distress.]