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You can not leave the magic... [Open]

The Jedi Temple.

He really needed to propose the Magic Department move to the Tower of High Sorcery. It really made a lot more sense, didn't it?

Oh well.

An illusory sign out front said "Welcome New Applicants", along with a magic mouth that welcomed them and gave brief instructions to the office he had reluctantly claimed after deciding that no one would ever manage to properly find their way to his actual wizard's lab. Thus, behind a desk, he sat scribing a scroll and awaiting potential new members to the department's ranks.

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Alex suddenly appeared in the temple. "Thank you, Ifrit," he says.

Alex listens to the magic mouth, which is totally brill, and walks over to the office.
"Hi!"

"Good day," he said. The quill obligingly continues to write as he looked up from his world with a small smile. "Do be careful about teleportation magic of any form while on the ship? Due to its transit though the Bleed, magic of that nature is exponentially more unreliable with distance. We are working at finding a technomagical solution, but at present we haven't obtained one."

"Oh." Alex says quietly. "Okay. Ifrit, please remind me when I ask you for stuff what's dangerous."

"~Got it.~"

"Thank you. Anyway, I'm Alex, and this is Ifrit." Alex holds out his hand, the large golden ring engraved with arcane star-based glyphs.

"It's a pleasure to meet you both," he said, inclining his head. "I'm guessing a standard 'wishing ring' situation? Servitude to the possessor, of unlimited duration?" The more-common 'three wishes' variant wouldn't have the kid wasting a service on transportation, he was certain.

"Yeah, but Ifrit gets grouchy when I say 'I wish' because he doesn't like getting mixed up with the three-wish genies in the stories."

"~I'm a djinn. A bound djinn. Anyway, I'm one of the best experts on the occult my facet of reality has, so since the kid doesn't do anything, I figured this is where we'd be the most useful.~"

Soren made his way into the office normally. That is to say, without teleporting.

"Aibghalien, I presume?"

"Correct, you've passed the first test," the wizard said as he set aside his quill. It was a joke. Really.

Interesting. According to the magical delineations he was familiar with, an Ifrit and a Djinn were separate classes of creature. That meant he could not make any comfortable extensions of his studies onto this situation.

"Are you capable of acting independently, or must all actions be taken in response to a command by the ring-bearer? Is there a tie deeper than simple physical possession or is the ring itself the lone manifestation of your contract?"

Soren nodded to the wizard, making note of the quill. Ah. At least some people around here wrote by hand.

"Soren, of the Greil Mercenaries," he said by way of introduction. "I'm an Archsage on my world, so I thought I should offer my services. It seems you've been quite busy for the past few days."

"As, you must have been the person Celena responded to." Speaking that name brought a noticeably warm smile to his face. "I do apologize for being busy at the time. I was in the midst of a spellcasting that consumed my entire attention for several days. We don't have foreknowledge of releases, you see."

He folded his hands in front of him, pondering. "She relayed to me that 'Archsage' places a substantial reliance on offensive spells? Is the power inherent to you, or learned? Does it require preparation ahead of time, or do you simply invoke whichever effect you desire as you see fit?"

Hmm. Odd. Celena had much the same look on her face when discussing Aibghalien. "Yes, I read as much on the electronic device I was given. It seems that there is a great deal of inconvenient happenstance on this vessel." Anwei had actually gone on and on about it.

"Mages place a higher reliance on them, actually -- to the exclusion of almost anything else. But yes, elemental attack spells are my specialty. In theory, any beorc can learn to use the type of magic that I wield, provided they give it enough study. However, some are invariably more proficient at it than others. In general, those with inherent talent and speed are the most effective."

And in Soren's somewhat biased (but still quite true!) opinion, he was one of the best.

"No particular preparations are required, only items with which to focus power."

"That seems pretty well in keeping with most of the magical styles on this ship," Aibghalien said with a wry grin. "And I can't say in a dangerous situation it isn't ideal. You have the necessary items with you, I assume?"

"Yes, that's correct. They were..." Soren made a slight face. "In storage."

"So I take it that your own magical style requires advance planning?"

"~I'm not allowed any initiative, and can we not publicize the fact that the ring's the lone manifestation of the contract? That gets out, we have to deal with somebody prying me off the kid's hand.~"

"I agree with the sentiment, but I'm afraid the 'bound, wish-granting being in a ring' image is fairly ingrained in the public consciousness," he said, leaning back in his chair. He tapped his lips thoughtfully with one finger for a moment. "Therefore, I propose a deception. Can the ring be concealed without any substantive effect on its role as the contract?"

"Fundamentally, yes. Its comparative advantage is a much greater breadth and depth of available spells."

He steepled his fingers for a moment of thought. "Well, for purely informative purposes, I'd appreciate a demonstration of your powers and abilities at some point, when you're able and willing."

"Hmm. And it seems that in this conflict, at least, spells that do not have immediate combat applications would be rather valuable. I'd be interested to know what other schools of magic are represented here."

Soren nodded. "I can demonstrate some attack magic for you, if you've a suitable target. And an area that doesn't contain anything you don't want destroyed. The demonstration of healing magic, however, will require someone who is actually injured."

It had taken the pyromancer a bit longer than she had expected to make her way through the City to the Temple. Part of that was distraction. The place was bigger than Drakanis Shiva back home, and Ellyn had thought that was the biggest city she'd ever see.

Well. Color her wrong.

Eventually, though, she found her way into the office of the pointy-eared man, and, tilting her head, offered him a grunt in greeting.

"Name's Ellyn Vitner. We spoke on th' comm?"

Ifrit sighs. "~He has to be wearing it, or are you thinking an invisibility spell?~"

Sakura wasn't sure she was doing the right thing. A "department" of sorts concerning magic. Well, she was a magic user, alright. Now the problem was, was her type of magic useful?

Arriving at the location was easy enough, thanks to The Fly card. Making her way to his office, however, was kind of a different story. Making her way there, though, she poked her head in the door, curious.

"Hello?"

A relatively young girl? She'll fit right in.

The elf smiled as he looked up, setting aside his quill. "Good day. Please, come in." He gestured obligingly to the seat across from him. "I take it you've come in response to my message on the omnicomms?"

"Indeed, a concealing spell, and an obvious, intricate-seeming ring worn on the opposite hand. Ideally that rings would be enchanted so as to glow in seeming response to any exertion of power, thus making it appear to be connected."

A great deal of magic was, in fact, appearances, after all. Anyone skilled in illusions learned that swiftly.

At this point he supposed seeing another elf join the magic department was too much to ask. Ah well; they'd probably all be sorcerers anyway. What was he missing.

"Welcome. Please, have a seat and let's talk." He gestured to the chair across from him as he set down the quill.

"A great deal of collateral damage inherent to your spells, I take it? Primarily evocations affecting a wide area?" A guess, of course. He picked up his quill absently, spinning it through his fingers as his brain raced. "Do you perform any summonings, especially across planar boundaries? Is your healing in any way connected to the divine, either in the abstract or concretely?"

"Wow, that's clever!" Alex proclaims.

"~For once, the kid's not just being starstruck. Good plan.~"

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