0.4 - Apologies and Class Lists
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- Straya
Breakfast was a quiet affair, and Ulos didn't say much. Madavian was quiet as well. Eggs and bacon served on freshly-made bread,
"Hey, Madavian. I'm going to go check out the class list. See you later, all right?"
Madavian nodded.
"Sure thing, Ulos. I'll see you later?"
"Yeah. See you later. I'm heading up to my room first, though, I need a notebook, just in case they don't have any paper there to write stuff down on."
The events of last night ran through his head. Sure, Madavian had screwed up, but they'd gone and learned things. He'd figured out the basics of a spell! The guy had helped him out a lot, and he shouldn't have been so cruel. So what if Madavian had been excited and forgot about dinner? It was his first day at a school where you learn magic! That's the sort of thing that makes you forget. Nodding to himself, he resolved to apologise at the first available opportunity.
(Crafting an Apology: 11 + 10 = 21 vs DC 60. Moderate failure)
Entering his room, Ulos unlocked the cupboard and took out one of his precious notebooks. Paper was expensive, but having notes on every class and being able to talk to Madavian about them before tomorrow would be valuable. He didn't have the same background a lot of the students had, and knowing the best classes for his particular personality and abilities would be crucial to getting ahead early.
The door swung open, and Madavian walked in.
"Hey."
"Uh, hi, Madavian."
"I'm just getting some stuff, and I'll be out of your way, don't worry."
Ulos winced.
"No, wait. I, um, I want to apologise."
The other boy looked at him, his eyes suddenly focused on Ulos's, watching him intently.
"Oh?"
"Well, um... yesterday. Calling you an idiot wasn't right. I'm sorry. I don't care if you're stupid, you're still a good guy."
"You don't care if I'm stupid?"
"I mean, um..."
Ulos's voice trailed off, and an awkward silence hung in the air. A few seconds later, Madavian laughed, breaking the mood.
"It's okay. I'm sure when you say that sort of thing in the Empire it's just considered blunt, but in Vorstal we're a little more subtle. Even if you think someone's stupid, don't say it, yeah? My father always says if an idiot knows you think he's an idiot, then you're the real idiot."
"Thanks. Sorry, I'm not good at this."
Madavian laughed again.
"It's okay, it's okay. If you were another member of the Families I'd have to do something to protect my reputation, but nobody heard us and you didn't mean anything by it. Water under the bridge. I'd come with you to check out the class lists, but my father has already given me a list of the classes I'm enrolling in, so not much point for me. Plus as much fun as you are, one of the girls at breakfast was really pretty. I think she might be from the Pact, and you know how they are."
He winked.
"See you later, Ulos."
(Relationship with Madavian improved one step. Back to where they were before Ulos's poor choice of words.)
Ulos made his way down to Enrolments, which was surprisingly close. Only a few buildings away, he expected the line would be out the door for people just like him. Instead, when he wandered in he found small clusters of people around the second and third-year boards. With his notepad in hand, he saw pencils tied to the various desks and things around the boards. The first-year board had no-one else there, as he studied one side carefully.
(Check out the class list - 80 vs DC 80. Bare pass! Gain benefit - social opportunity)
A moment later, a girl stepped out from the other side. She was tall, and pretty in a sort of angular way. Her hair was drawn back, and through it was a dyed blue streak.
Ulos looked at her.
"Here to look at classes too?"
She eyed him for a moment.
"Empire?"
"Am I from the Empire, you mean?"
"Yes."
"I am, but-"
"I'm a Narubite. We don't generally associate with you, you know."
She smiled for a moment, almost mocking the statement.
(Diplomacy roll: 1 + 10 (CHA) - 20 (Narubite) + 10 (Fortunate Encounter) = 1 vs DC 50. CRITICAL FAILURE)
"Well, there's good reason for that."
Ulos tried to joke in return, but his words fell flat, sounding accusing even in his ears.
"Pardon?"
"I mean-"
"No, what is the good reason? You think you're better than me, Empire?"
Ulos snapped. Who in the Primordial was this Narubite, and who did she think she was talking to? He'd given up everything to be here, she was probably here on a free ride from her government so they could get another mage! Anyone in Narubar could become a mage if they had the gift and some desire to work, he'd given up his power, his family, his life to be here. He could've spent that money to live comfortably forever, but he'd chosen otherwise.
"Well, for one, your nation is barely two hundred years old. You're ruled by savages who kill anyone researching the Higher Magics, you-"
"The Higher Magics? You mean Necromancy? There's a good reason we put necromancers to death in Narubar. We're equal there, and anyone can learn. Let me guess, Empire, you're from a pretty wealthy family who sent you here because the King of Bones decided not to teach you. Well, I worked to get here, and I-"
"You worked? I worked myself to the bone! I did everything anyone could to get here! You think you know about work in Narubar, your little barbarian nation that's going to collapse in the next hundred years? You know nothing about work."
"My little barbarian nation is going to smash yours into the dirt and your Liches, too. You tried to kill innocent people in the Archipelagean War, and you'll-"
From the desk nearby, a throat was loudly cleared.
An older girl stood up, and walked over.
"You two. Narubite, you've gotten your class lists copied down, yeah?"
"Yes."
"Then get out. Empire, copy yours down and get out as well. Some of us are trying to think about our futures here, and I don't want a pair of petty, squabbling children to ruin them."
"But-"
In a moment, the girl traced a symbol in the air, and it flared briefly. The Narubite girl's hair suddenly turned a bright Imperial orange.
"Get out, or that hair will last a week instead of a day. Am I clear?"
She squeaked, and ran out.
(Gained Rival: Laila Cartier. Rivalry level - dislike)
"As for you, Imperial... well, I'm Imperial myself, so I can't say you're wrong, but there's a time and place for everything. If you don't learn that, you won't last long here. Tell me your name."
"Ulos."
"Well, Ulos. If I find you embarrassing us Imperials again, I may have to educate you. So don't."
Ulos nodded.
"Do you understand me?"
"Yes."
"Good. Now copy down your class lists and get out."
The class list is fairly large, so I'll put it and the next vote in a separate post. Be up in 5-10.
"Hey, Madavian. I'm going to go check out the class list. See you later, all right?"
Madavian nodded.
"Sure thing, Ulos. I'll see you later?"
"Yeah. See you later. I'm heading up to my room first, though, I need a notebook, just in case they don't have any paper there to write stuff down on."
The events of last night ran through his head. Sure, Madavian had screwed up, but they'd gone and learned things. He'd figured out the basics of a spell! The guy had helped him out a lot, and he shouldn't have been so cruel. So what if Madavian had been excited and forgot about dinner? It was his first day at a school where you learn magic! That's the sort of thing that makes you forget. Nodding to himself, he resolved to apologise at the first available opportunity.
(Crafting an Apology: 11 + 10 = 21 vs DC 60. Moderate failure)
Entering his room, Ulos unlocked the cupboard and took out one of his precious notebooks. Paper was expensive, but having notes on every class and being able to talk to Madavian about them before tomorrow would be valuable. He didn't have the same background a lot of the students had, and knowing the best classes for his particular personality and abilities would be crucial to getting ahead early.
The door swung open, and Madavian walked in.
"Hey."
"Uh, hi, Madavian."
"I'm just getting some stuff, and I'll be out of your way, don't worry."
Ulos winced.
"No, wait. I, um, I want to apologise."
The other boy looked at him, his eyes suddenly focused on Ulos's, watching him intently.
"Oh?"
"Well, um... yesterday. Calling you an idiot wasn't right. I'm sorry. I don't care if you're stupid, you're still a good guy."
"You don't care if I'm stupid?"
"I mean, um..."
Ulos's voice trailed off, and an awkward silence hung in the air. A few seconds later, Madavian laughed, breaking the mood.
"It's okay. I'm sure when you say that sort of thing in the Empire it's just considered blunt, but in Vorstal we're a little more subtle. Even if you think someone's stupid, don't say it, yeah? My father always says if an idiot knows you think he's an idiot, then you're the real idiot."
"Thanks. Sorry, I'm not good at this."
Madavian laughed again.
"It's okay, it's okay. If you were another member of the Families I'd have to do something to protect my reputation, but nobody heard us and you didn't mean anything by it. Water under the bridge. I'd come with you to check out the class lists, but my father has already given me a list of the classes I'm enrolling in, so not much point for me. Plus as much fun as you are, one of the girls at breakfast was really pretty. I think she might be from the Pact, and you know how they are."
He winked.
"See you later, Ulos."
(Relationship with Madavian improved one step. Back to where they were before Ulos's poor choice of words.)
Ulos made his way down to Enrolments, which was surprisingly close. Only a few buildings away, he expected the line would be out the door for people just like him. Instead, when he wandered in he found small clusters of people around the second and third-year boards. With his notepad in hand, he saw pencils tied to the various desks and things around the boards. The first-year board had no-one else there, as he studied one side carefully.
(Check out the class list - 80 vs DC 80. Bare pass! Gain benefit - social opportunity)
A moment later, a girl stepped out from the other side. She was tall, and pretty in a sort of angular way. Her hair was drawn back, and through it was a dyed blue streak.
Ulos looked at her.
"Here to look at classes too?"
She eyed him for a moment.
"Empire?"
"Am I from the Empire, you mean?"
"Yes."
"I am, but-"
"I'm a Narubite. We don't generally associate with you, you know."
She smiled for a moment, almost mocking the statement.
(Diplomacy roll: 1 + 10 (CHA) - 20 (Narubite) + 10 (Fortunate Encounter) = 1 vs DC 50. CRITICAL FAILURE)
"Well, there's good reason for that."
Ulos tried to joke in return, but his words fell flat, sounding accusing even in his ears.
"Pardon?"
"I mean-"
"No, what is the good reason? You think you're better than me, Empire?"
Ulos snapped. Who in the Primordial was this Narubite, and who did she think she was talking to? He'd given up everything to be here, she was probably here on a free ride from her government so they could get another mage! Anyone in Narubar could become a mage if they had the gift and some desire to work, he'd given up his power, his family, his life to be here. He could've spent that money to live comfortably forever, but he'd chosen otherwise.
"Well, for one, your nation is barely two hundred years old. You're ruled by savages who kill anyone researching the Higher Magics, you-"
"The Higher Magics? You mean Necromancy? There's a good reason we put necromancers to death in Narubar. We're equal there, and anyone can learn. Let me guess, Empire, you're from a pretty wealthy family who sent you here because the King of Bones decided not to teach you. Well, I worked to get here, and I-"
"You worked? I worked myself to the bone! I did everything anyone could to get here! You think you know about work in Narubar, your little barbarian nation that's going to collapse in the next hundred years? You know nothing about work."
"My little barbarian nation is going to smash yours into the dirt and your Liches, too. You tried to kill innocent people in the Archipelagean War, and you'll-"
From the desk nearby, a throat was loudly cleared.
An older girl stood up, and walked over.
"You two. Narubite, you've gotten your class lists copied down, yeah?"
"Yes."
"Then get out. Empire, copy yours down and get out as well. Some of us are trying to think about our futures here, and I don't want a pair of petty, squabbling children to ruin them."
"But-"
In a moment, the girl traced a symbol in the air, and it flared briefly. The Narubite girl's hair suddenly turned a bright Imperial orange.
"Get out, or that hair will last a week instead of a day. Am I clear?"
She squeaked, and ran out.
(Gained Rival: Laila Cartier. Rivalry level - dislike)
"As for you, Imperial... well, I'm Imperial myself, so I can't say you're wrong, but there's a time and place for everything. If you don't learn that, you won't last long here. Tell me your name."
"Ulos."
"Well, Ulos. If I find you embarrassing us Imperials again, I may have to educate you. So don't."
Ulos nodded.
"Do you understand me?"
"Yes."
"Good. Now copy down your class lists and get out."
The class list is fairly large, so I'll put it and the next vote in a separate post. Be up in 5-10.
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