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Who: Syrlya + Rin, Lux, Anna, Lenalee (Maybe others?)
When: Early-through-mid October, before the war.
Where: Everywhere
What: Syrlya gets involved with taking photos for money, school, and friendship.
Rating: PG-13 max

[Rin - Presentations]

[It was luck that Syrlya and Rin were both coming at the same time to argue with the professor that they should be able to skip Rudimentary Illusion Forms. And the professor, surprisingly, agreed--on one condition.

They needed to deliver a presentation to the school about the events of the dungeon that took place in their halls.

Syrlya wasn't sure what that had to do with illusions, but once out of the office he gives Rin a hopeful smile.] That doesn't sound like a terrible way to prove our worth. Do you suppose they are looking for us to describe our use of illusions there?

[Lenalee - Study Buddies]

[And on some school days Syrlya stays after class to sit in the library with his homework, staring intently with a furrowed brow as his pen taps the paper.

He's been like that for ten minutes. Absolutely no progress has been made on this homework. The math sheet nearby appears to have been abandoned halfway through.] Perhaps this was a mistake...

[Anna - Post Dungeon]

[He's out and about when he spots Anna across the path, and with a smile and little regard for traffic he starts crossing to catch up with her.] Well there's a face I have not seen for a while! How are you faring, Anna?

[Lux - Paid Vacation]

[Of course, "vacation" means instead of the hero uniform Syrlya was dressed down much more casually. He has the camera looped around his neck as the stablehand draws out two horses by their reigns for him and Lux--something to make their trip to the Emerald Lakes much easier for a price that Syrlya doesn't mind sparing.

He ogles the horses for a solid minute before turning to Lux with a grin.] Does it matter who sits on which one? I will let you choose first.

[Wildcard]

[Let me know on plurk or PM if you'd like to start any thread with Syrlya, we can work something out!]

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Syr!

[ Anna stops to wave as she lets the Sylvari catch up to her. She seems to be hauling a mysterious bag of goods. It looks heavy at first glance, but she's somehow dragging it without breaking a sweat. ]

Hi! -- Heads up! [ As Syr crosses the road, a reckless cyclist is on a collision course with him. Will he avoid it in time?? ]

Huh--[Syrlya turns just in time to stop and scramble backwards as the cyclist serves to avoid him. Yelling expletives as they ride away.] Sorry!

[He looks both ways this time before crossing the street to Anna's side.] How are you? That's quite the luggage you have there.

This? Oh, this is just supplies. [ Still doesn't explain anything or even the size of it. ]

Dungeoning pays well, my friend! ... Wait, is that even a word?

I... believe so? [Probably?] Well, I'm glad to know you were successful! Did everyone come out well, then? No one died?

Heh, not permanently! [ Whatever that means. ]

I... it was my first time in battle after earning this badge. [ She points to the badge that indicates her rank; a Knight. ]

[Syr would find that more alarming if he wasn't familiar with dungeon death already... It clearly wasn't her who died at least.]

Ah--[His eyes drift down to the badge.] It was the same for me. How did you feel? More capable?

I suppose I did. [ She feels strong enough to leave dents of her fists in walls - and she can! ] ...I'm still not sure about what else my powers entail. I always thought I'd be more suitable for magic, but it looks like I'm not.

Being a Knight is a more physical profession, isn't it? They must have books for study on it somewhere--what sort of magic did you expect yourself to be adept in?

Well... to be honest, I kinda liked making fire magic.

Is that weird? That's probably weird.

I don't believe it's weird at all. Many elementalists are very fond of it. [A pause.] Where are you taking that bag, exactly? Is it not heavy?

Well, Syr, what I lack in magic, I make up for in ingenuity!

[ And yes, the bag is physically heavy, Anna answers that by setting it in front of them. Thankfully her rank promotion came with an upgrade in physical strength, which is why it's no trouble for her. ]

The idea came to me as I was watching teevee the other day, during a program called "Alone at Home 2: Lost in Something-something". Anyway, the title's not important.

[Syrlya leans over, as if it will let him suddenly peer into the bag if he turns himself the right way.] Oh? May I ask what this idea is?

Well - do you know anything about making traps? The last time we encountered Noir soldiers, I was getting pursued a lot. [ Probably because they were under strict orders to kill the support units first. ]

Dropping some slippery oil here, some... spiky things there... some mouse traps... it could've made made quite the difference!

I'm afraid I don't, but it's a clever idea! This is all supplies for crafting traps? [He taps his chin thoughtfully.] They would need to be small enough to carry and throw, I assume. How much you do wish to slow them down? Entirely, or is it more about the element of surprise?

Both! Everything. I don't know. ...I-Is there a huge difference?

The severity, I suppose? If you only want to shock your enemies, then you do not have to create something quite as dangerous or potent. If you wish to inhibit them you will need something strong enough to force them to stop. Like glue!

[having spotted Syrlya, Lenalee makes her way over to him immediately. It looks like he's... hard?? at studying with his look of concentration and furrowed brow, but that doesn't stop Lenalee from peering over him at his desk]

Is it alright if I sit here?

[she points to the empty chair across from Syrlya, her tone low enough not to disturb any other students traumatized about math]

Ah! [Syrlya jerks up suddenly, blinking rapidly before offering Lenalee a sheepish smile.] Yes, of course. I don't mean to take up so much space. [He pushes the books aside to clear some of the table top for Lenalee.] Are you studying for your classes as well?

[she shoots him a warm smile in greeting, then settles down in the chair.]

I thought I'd get some work done here before I head back to Caissa for the weekend. [she stays at the dorms, but not for long lengths of time... good thing she can Fly] Which class are you working on?

Oh, you have not been staying here to study either? [He's in his assigned dorm even less, but it surprises him that others are making the trip.

He looks down at his homework with a slight frown.] It is... algebra? It is a class they requested I take as a basis for more advanced courses, but I do not see why.

[He points at once X equation.] This does not even look like real math!

[She nods at his question, not looking as surprised since Allen probably does the same too?? maybe??? then she looks down at his worksheet]

[ah....]

Oh... [??? why are they making syr learn math in magic school, what kind of institution is this!!!! but Lenalee will take a closer look at the worksheet anyway] It's a different kind of math, so I understand how it looks confusing. But it really is very simple once you get the rules down! I could teach you if you like.

[Even math school isn't spared from core classes! It's also probably a foundation for his psionic specialization.

He opens his mouth to protest, but when he glances back to his worksheet even he has to concede defeat.

He sighs and nudges the paper closer to her.] If it would not be too much trouble for you...

Of course not! I'm just glad I can help.

[WHAT ARE FRIENDS FOR, if not helping others struggle through math]

Here, first... [AND HANDWAVING THAT LENALEE iS DOING HER BEST TO TEACH ALGEBRA TO SYR HERE pls forgive this giant handwaved portion ath]

[it's surprisingly easy to follow?? while Lenalee's no scientist, she's helped her brother enough that she has a good memory of all of this. even tho it's algebra. by the end, she looks over at Syr with a sort of anxious expression on her face,]

Was that easy to follow?

[Syrlya takes his pen to follow along with her explanation, and while he starts off hesitant he grows more confident as they get through half the page.]

Yes--I think I understand it now. I still don't understand why I need it for magic, though. [But he looks up at Lenalee with a smile.] Thank you. It's good to have some direction.

[He starts up on another problem before he turns up to her again.] What is it you are studying here? I don't believe I've seen you in either class I chose.

You're welcome! [she's happy to have helped her friend!!]

I'm mostly taking introductory classes on mana and magic, since mana's still relatively new to me. Oh, and a class on combining magic with hand-to-hand combat!

[cause u gotta learn how to punch people]

The students in Achroite are really amazing at that. I saw a girl set her arms on fire, but she wasn't hurting herself at all! Instead, all the dummies she punched burnt to crisp!

[why is lenalee so excited about this]

Is that what you're going to learn? [He grins.] I usually fight in close quarters myself, but I am no good at punching... or fire...

Ah! Is that close to what your weapon does, then? Area you excelling in it?

Oh, no -- well. It still only lets me fly, but back home I had a similar weapon. The shoes I used to have could summon wind. So I guess I'm trying to incorporate that into the shows I have now...

[possibly with fire?? possibly without?? Lenalee still doesn't know that her shoes don't do well with fire but she'll find out some day...]

I could help teach you if you want, Syr! Fire punching could come in handy... What kind of close quarters combat do you do?

A sword. [He snickers.] I'm not certain if fire is enough to make up for my strength, but I will gladly hear your theories.

Do they really let you fly after all?

[a sword!! just like her bff kanda. she nods at his question]

For as long as my mana lasts. [which she doesn't have much of but HEY] Maybe you could... set your sword on fire? Actually, maybe that will damage the sword...

I have been told that magical weapons cannot be damaged, but can I avoid burning myself? [He taps his chin, apparently seriously considering it.] Hm... perhaps if you can show me the spell, I can try it! It never hurts to have another trick up your sleeve.

Mm. [she has to agree with him.] Maybe not describing our use of illusions, exactly...

Perhaps it's intended that we'll use our skill with illusions to animate a story about our adventures in the dungeon.

[in her citrine yellow uniform, rin is remarkably unperturbed. magic professors are always going to come up with weird assignments. she should thank the professor for the early introduction...]

Ah, that's an excellent idea! [He gathers up his notebook and pen to start writing.] How was your expedition into the dungeon? I'm afraid I was not terribly successful, but I heard that others were.

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[why is he grabbing those things? rin piques an eyebrow and wonders over it. will he write it all down, and then use that to set up the illusions?]

Yeah, we were successful. I had a party of three Heroes, including myself.

We may have to rely a little more on your interpretation of the dungeon, then. [But he's starting to write down notes.] It was the result of a researcher toed to the school, wasn't it? I did some investigation once it was discovered, but it did not yield much.

I suppose so—that's no problem.

[she watches him with vague interest as he writes.]

All I know is that she was a pain in the ass. Some hoity-toity mistress who wanted to lord over everything, including the guy on my own team... How insufferable, right? Who's going to cast charm magic on someone just to make them a toy?

[rin... you do that sort of thing...]

Someone, I suppose, who is not responsible with it. [He scribbles along.] She was looking for control, then? Did she seem... grieved about anything? As if she was mourning something lost?

[It probably isn't important for their report, but if this dungeon also fits a theory about grief and magic tied into their creation...]

[she's super responsible with her charm magic. at all times. like, this isn't even a question.]

I'll say. It had to do with Pigeonsblood itself. You know how it goes. The academy is a failure and she can do much better by it.

[Well... he doesn't, but he nods like he does.] So she loved her vision of it, and was upset that it did not become what she believed.

[He rests his chin on his hand.] It must be what starts a dungeon, isn't it? List love that turns into grief... and that grief becomes a poison.

[ It was a rare occasion to see Lux in anything that did not consist of a skirt and boots, but she was less inclined to ride that far side saddle (and after Syrlya mentioned that the whole experience was relatively new, she would likely have to teach him the basics). So dressed in something a bit more practical for horseback riding, her long hair thrown back into a loose French braid, she watches his reactions closely.

Oh, this was going to be fun, wasn't it? ]

Oh, no, I insist. Choose whichever one you feel most comfortable with.

Oh, well I do not really know the difference... [He wanders around the horses, studying them, carefully poking their sides...

He settles on the brown horse that seems a little calmer. Or at least more apathetic. He grabs the saddle and hauls himself off the floor.

But he doesn't make it over the horse. He hauls himself up again, and then a third time tries to throw his leg over the back of the horse to roll onto its back--

and then he just slips off the side onto the ground.] Oof!

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study buddies 5ever

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*shows??? why did i write shows??? im confused

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presentations!

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con at me alive sorry ;;

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