Warning! Testing magic (OPEN)

[kvothevonbiermann]

Kvothe Von Biermann studied his surroundings with a harsh glare to make sure the area was clear. His stomach grumble loudly before he loosen his muscles. The rest of the campers should be at dinner and the fields should be empty. His breath loosen as he knelt to the ground as his hands went to work. His growing hands reached for the fanny pack attached to his belt and pulled out a vial of yellow powder. Kvothe took one more look around to make sure he was alone. Kvothe calmed his nerves exhaling and prep his mind for the task on hand—for once it was started, stopping halfway through could be lethal. The young demigod’s stomach rumble again. “I know your hungry, but the only way I am going to get the Fields of Mars to myself is if I skip dinner,” he whispered to his stomach.

Kvothe took another deep breath and began his secret study of testing magic. His hands placed an arrow in front of him pointing the direction he was facing. His eyes closed as the vial of yellow powder empty into his hands. Kvothe inhaled deeply and began the ritural. “Fallaxo rudimentantus dirigium intro teluis” kvothe enchanted three times in a low whisper as he laid the yellow powder in a circle around the arrow. The energy for the incantation left his body as his hands slowed down. Once the powder finished falling into the circle, Kvothe inhaled deeply and his hands spread out as far as he was physically able to put them apart. “Dirium intro!” exclaimed in a raise voice. Kvothe brought his hands together making a loud clasp sound. The last bit of energy needed for the spell left Kvothe's body before the apparent effects of the spell kicked in.

The breathe left Kvothe's lungs as his body poured with sweat. Opening his eyes made Kvothe feel faint as his body trembled with exhaustion. The yellow powder slowly bounce around on the ground for a moment. Then the powder vanished into the arrow. The tip of the arrow began to radiant in and out with a glowing red light. The visual signs showed that Kvothe's calculations for the spell were correct. “So far, so good” Kvothe thought. Breathing heavily, Kvothe got up on his feet picking up the arrow as he did. The young demigod made sure the tip touched nothing as he drew the bow over his shoulder. Kvothe turned to face the straw dummy he set up a few minutes earlier.

Kvothe finally managed to catch his breath as he prep for the shot. Kvothe strung the arrow and raise the bow over his head—the arrow pointing directly up. He slowly inhaled as he moved his arms. The arm holding the bow shaft moved to from the perpendicular to being parallel to the ground keeping his elbow slightly bent. His other hand held the string and rotated to keep the arrow parallel to his bow shaft holding arm. Kvothe steady the bow at his target and perform the tricked he taught himself at the wolf house. He stared at the target and then brought it closer to him. The target nor Kvothe moved an inch, but to Kvothe the target only stood five feet in front of him instead of the fifty it was before. This was no application of magic, but a human ability lost with the advancement of technology. (Its the same effect when you focus on something till it seems like it was larger then what it was before) Kvothe exhaled releasing the tension in the bow and letting the glowing red tip arrow fly into the target. It was direct hit into the small red circle painted where the human heart should be.

Kvothe made sure the arrow hit the target and picked up the vial that held the yellow powder off of the ground. The young demigod knew he did not have enough time to diddy-daddle around before the arrow head would explode, or smoked, or implode. Kvothe wasn't quite sure what the arrow would do, but it should explode in a few seconds—if Kvothe cast the spell correctly. He slung his bow back over his shoulder and turn around to get as far away as possible in case the explosion attracted people's attention—not wanting others to know he could use such dangerous magic.

[zidane]

Zidane hardly remembered the last time he wasn’t up to his neck in Praetor duties, but these last few weeks were taking the cake on awful. Forget up to his neck, the son of Mercury was in over his head on these things. Maybe even six feet under if he didn’t take a break every once in a while. He found that his work ethic was surprising him more than anything else, which was really saying something. In the past couple of weeks, several gods had been showing up in camp, campers had been throwing around accusations of going rogue or being double agents, Edmund had tried to go AWOL and broke into the Principia to steal paperwork and burn it to do so, some god or worse was trying to set the camp ablaze with mistrust and other feelings, and all of it was resulting in a mountain of paperwork that Zidane had resigned himself to never seeing the end of.
Tack to that the need for daily training and overseeing the war games as well as the ever-present meetings at the forum, he wasn’t sure when he’d ever have time for leisure again, He was certain that the strain on him was evident, but he had an honorable name to uphold, and a position that another Mercury child might never see in a long, long time, so pride and stubbornness was keeping him going. That wasn’t to say that he wasn’t binging on sweets and considering crying into his pillow when he considered the growing amount of issues the camp was facing, and sometimes, he really wasn’t sure why the camp thought he’d be so good at this Praetor business.

With a huff, he stamped his foot a little hard on the ground at one point as he trekked to the Fields of Mars for some quiet moments to spend with Garnet and Andros, his two prized short-swords who had been his companions since coming to the camp years ago. They sat on his hip as they almost always did, and he surveyed the area for a good place to set himself up for sword drills (he was avoiding the practice areas today because he really didn’t want to speak to anyone) when he spotted the flash of an arrow into an interesting-looking makeshift dummy and a young boy fleeing towards him just after. Surprised, Zidane took to walking again at a brisk pace towards the boy, wondering what was going on.

He stepped into the path of the boy, putting his hands up to stop his movement. “Hey, where’re you running to so quickly? Is something wrong?” His face took on all the professional concern one would expect from a praetor (albeit the nice one), but his voice was light, especially because the boy was so small. He thought he remembered him as the kid who did magic a little bit like Rhia, but for the life of him, he could not recall what the boy’s name was. He tried to think of it as he hoped the boy was coming up with a sufficient explanation and found himself hoping that the boy would be kind enough to resupply his name with the report.

[kvothevonbiermann]

Kvothe managed to gather his property and walked about three meters before he ran into the praetor. The young magic using demigod's face turned to panic. How was he suppose to get away if someone like the praetor saw him. If it was anyone else if Kvothe hanged low for a couple of days he might have gotten away with it if he ran. After weighing the child way his options he came to the only conclusion that would end fairly well for himself. Accept responsibility for his actions and hope for the best. Maybe the punishment would not be that bad if he told the truth.

The child stood up strait and put on the bravest face he could. “Praetor Zidane sir,” Kvothe gulped before continuing on, “I would like to turn myself in for misconduct unfitting of my position. I skipped dinner to come out to the Fields of Mars to conduct secretive private research on dangerous spell weaves that could be potentially fatal for mortals. And I recommend immediate evacuation of the area so collateral damage is a minimum.”

Then the arrow in the dummy began to spark in a fashion that simulated a Fourth of July sparkler with a audible popping noise. The small child turned to look at the sparkling arrow for a second. The arrow stop sparkling a second later and began smoldering with smoke. Kvothe's brow raised in surprise from what the arrow did. His face turned into cross between mad and frustrated position as he mumble under his breath to himself forgetting about Zidane completely, “That is not what your suppose to do. Your suppose to explo...” Kvothe moved closer to the dummy as he mumble to himself and was only forty feet away when it went off. A pillar of red flame with a five foot radius and thirty feet high struck out from the arrow.

Kvothe reflexively covered his eyes and whipped his head back to avoid the sudden bright light. The heat was intense on the small child's body to the point that it felt like it would cook him alive. The legs of the demigod started to walk backwards as the pillar burned for a full six seconds. Kvothe tripped over a small rock on his way backwards and the child landed on his side—crushing his spell component pouch with an crackling sound of glass breaking. The pillar disappear with the same speed that it appear. Kvothe sat up and his brows shot up again. The demigod said the only words that came to his mind, “Wow, that was unexpected, but technically successful.”

The ground around where the pillar of flame use to be was charred black. The area which the pillar of flame stood on could be describe as ashen at best. The arrow stood in the middle of the twenty foot circle. The head of the arrow no longer radiated the red light from before. The feathers of the arrow were not even scorched from the intense fire. The feathered stick stood in defiance of the pillars wrath unscratched. Kvothe managed to get up onto his feet and dusted himself off before going to pick up the arrow. Kvothe then remember Zidane, “Oops,” and then the child turned around to see if Zidane was alright.