On your broomsticks! [OPEN]

[theboywhodied]

Following the instructions given to him by crew members here and there, Cedric stepped through a green archway tucked on a corner of the fifth floor and entered a grey void. He closed his eyes, concentrating on the sort of place that would be perfect for a day of flying. He imagined a bright grassy plain, a large lake, and a forest off to the side. Vague memories turned into vivid images surrounding him, so thoroughly convincing that he really believed he'd been taken from the ship and placed on a field back on Earth. It was quite a convincing illusion
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All it needed now was the key piece: a group of brooms. He thought for a moment on which brooms to provide them with. Firebolts were the world standard, but he'd never known one well enough to be able to picture it accurately. The school brooms, Shooting Stars, were nice and safe for new riders but not quite reliable. In the end, he knew his own broom best: a sleek Nimbus 2001, gifted by his father. As long as he instructed the fliers to go slowly, they should be safe on those brooms.

Visitors would find Cedric side-mounted on a broom in his black and yellow Quidditch robes, gliding just slightly over the grass. As soon as he spotted them, he'd greet them enthusiastically and move to touch down. "Hi!"

((ooc: wide open for everyone to join in! We'll be doing some group exercises too, so thread around! Fly as a group when you're ready!))

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[sky-high-king.livejournal.com]

"That I am!" Keith replied and put his hands on his hips. "In fact, I used to be King of Heroes back in my world...until someone else took the title, so I'm just Former King of Heroes now, but it's alright." Keith clears his throat and takes off his helmet.

"You said you were a wizard? Do you use your magic to make the broom fly?"

[theboywhodied]

"How does one come to be recognized as the king?" Cedric wondered. Kings in the Muggle world are usually born into the role, but the 'of heroes' part implied some more active involvement.

"I'm a wizard, but I'm not using my magic at the moment. All the enchantments are already in the broom. Anyone could fly one, I suppose!"

[sky-high-king.livejournal.com]

"Whoever wins the most points as the end of the season is crowned King of Heroes." Keith answers. "There are seven other heroes, and we're put on live television on a show called Hero TV. We each get points for saving civilians and arresting criminals. I used to be in first place."

[theboywhodied]

"Oh!" Television. He'd heard of it, but didn't pay it much mind. "We didn't really have television at my house, but it sounds exciting. So you were in a competition?"

That he's more familiar with. Competing was exciting, almost fun.

[sky-high-king.livejournal.com]

"Yes, a competition, but we also put justice first." Keith smiles proudly. "The higher the score, the better we're protecting our city." Keith's eyes travel back down to the broom.

"Anyway, you said anyone could fly a broom? That sounds amazing! A world where anyone can have the gift of flight!"

[theboywhodied]

"Well that's not bad. Better than a contest for the destruction of the city." Oh, he knew people who would love that.

"Yeah, but we try to keep them among wizards only. We're supposed to keep our magical ability a secret. The rule's been lifted here, but I was always in hiding at home."

[sky-high-king.livejournal.com]

"That doesn't sound very fair," Keith said with a frown. "I wouldn't want I or other NEXTs to have to keep our powers a secret. If anti-NEXT sentiment became very bad, then they might. Is there some kind of stigma against magic users where you're from? That's not right..." Keith seemed to be getting a little riled up.

[theboywhodied]

"It started as mutual distrust," Cedric started to explain. "Muggles---that's what we call non-magical people---were afraid of our powers. They sought to hire our power. We could enhance crops, increase food supplies...but then they wanted solutions for marital disputes and romance, and it got messy. Fights broke out when certain things turned out to be impossible. Eventually, they started trying to stamp us out. It got so bad that we had to go into hiding, and it's been that way for centuries."

It was sad, he thought, that people couldn't just get along. But human envy worked against them.