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In Paraasilan, Esmaar, a pair of roommates are about to break a rule that, compared to the one about running in the corridors or even the one about unlicensed teleportation, is there for a good reason.
In unison, they complete their shared spell.
Ekador in Elcenia
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A human appears - pale skin, long brown hair, short tidy beard, approximately young adult - positioned as you might expect someone to be if they were sitting in a chair.
He is only this last thing for a very short time, because as soon as he arrives, he yelps and collapses to the floor, flailing ineffectively on the way down. The smallish block of wood in his hands goes flying, rebounds from thin air over the edge of the summoning circle, and clonks him on the head. He yelps again and glares at it as it tumbles onto the floor beside him.
He is only this last thing for a very short time, because as soon as he arrives, he yelps and collapses to the floor, flailing ineffectively on the way down. The smallish block of wood in his hands goes flying, rebounds from thin air over the edge of the summoning circle, and clonks him on the head. He yelps again and glares at it as it tumbles onto the floor beside him.
The girls immediately start chattering to each other in an unrecognizable language. They seem like they might be concerned for his welfare. The older of the two, who has improbably long and pointed ears, goes for a book on a nearby desk.
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He sighs.
"I don't suppose either of you speaks Welchin?" he inquires, holding one hand to his recently clonked temple while he retrieves his block with the other. "Or," switching languages appropriately, "Malinquan, for that matter?"
"I don't suppose either of you speaks Welchin?" he inquires, holding one hand to his recently clonked temple while he retrieves his block with the other. "Or," switching languages appropriately, "Malinquan, for that matter?"
This produces no signal of recognition from either girl. The blonde one finds what she was looking for in her book, makes a neat gesture with her other hand, and pronounces several syllables.
"Did it work?" asks the other.
"Did it work?" asks the other.
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"...Evidently yes," he says, blinking at the pair of them. "Hello. Where am I?"
"Our room," says the human one.
"Elcenia," says her roommate, "Esmaar, Paraasilan, Binaaralav Academy."
"Elcenia," says her roommate, "Esmaar, Paraasilan, Binaaralav Academy."
"We summoned you," says Saasnil. "It's only for a little while, we need to show you to Nemaar and then we can send you back."
"He was making fun of her," says Korulen, putting her book down. "Specifically suggesting that she wouldn't be able to do what we just managed."
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"Well," he says, tucking the block of wood into a coat pocket and sitting up straighter on the floor. "Congratulations, I suppose. But in the future, I suggest that before setting out to prove you can do something, you first question whether or not you should."
"Who're you, my dad?" mutters Saasnil.
"It'll take just two degrees to get him and show him after his class period ends, and then you go right home," says Korulen, "no harm done."
"It'll take just two degrees to get him and show him after his class period ends, and then you go right home," says Korulen, "no harm done."
"Twenty-five ticks," says Saasnil.
"A tick is five splits," adds Saasnil in a helpful voice.
Korulen casts another spell. This one displays the time. She points at the last number, which is changing at a regular pace. "Those are splits." The next number rolls over. "That's a tick. That one's a degree."
Korulen casts another spell. This one displays the time. She points at the last number, which is changing at a regular pace. "Those are splits." The next number rolls over. "That's a tick. That one's a degree."
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"Thank you," he says, and he stands up to get a better look at the display. "That's interesting. How does it work?"
"It's a wizard spell," Saasnil says. "To tell time."
"Do you want me to leave it there for a while?" Korulen asks.
"Do you want me to leave it there for a while?" Korulen asks.
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"Yes," he says, "thank you again."
But he is distracted almost immediately by the belated realization that there doesn't seem to be anything nearby for his block of wood to have bounced off of. He looks around to confirm this fact, pulls the block out of his pocket, and tosses it lightly in just about the same direction it first flew.
It bounces off the invisible barrier and, this time, returns peacefully to his hand.
He looks down at the innocuous curve of chalk lying directly under the point at which the block bounced.
But he is distracted almost immediately by the belated realization that there doesn't seem to be anything nearby for his block of wood to have bounced off of. He looks around to confirm this fact, pulls the block out of his pocket, and tosses it lightly in just about the same direction it first flew.
It bounces off the invisible barrier and, this time, returns peacefully to his hand.
He looks down at the innocuous curve of chalk lying directly under the point at which the block bounced.
"We got someone random, you could've been anybody," says Saasnil. "So the spell has a ward built right in."
Korulen leaves the time spell where it is.
Korulen leaves the time spell where it is.
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"I... see," he says.
He turns his attention back to the time spell and returns the block of wood to his pocket.
"What is the name of the unit larger than a degree?"
He turns his attention back to the time spell and returns the block of wood to his pocket.
"What is the name of the unit larger than a degree?"
"Angle," says Korulen.
"You're welcome. Nemaar will be out of class pretty soon and then one of us can go get him," she adds.
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"Very well. Accepting the premise that I am not going to be let out of the circle, is there any chance of passing one of those chairs in?"