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100 Word of Magic Lessons - the Odd Squad
Aug. 3rd, 2019 06:20 pmDC Novell wondered why he’d ever been excited about learning magic. Actually, that was wrong, he’d been excited because he’d been reared on a diet of fantasy novels where phenomenal cosmic power came with the price of quests, or magical amulets, or maybe a soul, at most?
Not seemingly endless, exhausting physical drills.
“Again,” DS Witman said, sliding through the formation with practised ease. She’d barely broken a sweat - apparently she didn’t even need to go through the full rigmarole; this was for rank amateurs. “Refilling a shield spell needs to be pure instinct: second nature. You will only need this after you’ve taken a hit, but if you have taken a hit then you do not want to be left in need. Do you understand?”
“Yes, boss.” He closed his eyes and focused again as he went through the stances, shifting his body from one to another in the pattern that drew power up from its source. He still felt a small thrill when it answered, trickling into his body and refilling the spell carefully drawn across his skin, but the pleasure was muted compared to his first successful try: a couple of thousand reps would do that to you.
“So what’s next?” PC Diyab asked, entirely too cheerfully for Novell’s liking. She hadn’t broken a sweat either. She also hadn’t been handed the huge Odd Squad manual like he had, and when he’d asked why she didn’t have to learn about all the different kinds of supernatural entities in their jurisdiction he’d only been told: “You’re a detective, aren’t you? Work it out.”
He hadn’t quite worked it out yet - or maybe it was more accurate to say that he had all the pieces, but wasn’t happy with the picture the jigsaw made. Especially that part where Diyab hadn't needed to be approved by the local god, since he apparently already knew and liked her...
“How about you, Novell?” Witman barked, snapping his attention back to the present.
“Yes, boss," he said, automatically. Regret set in the instant he saw her smile. He’d walked right into whatever trap his inattention had created.
“Excellent,” she said. “Hit the showers as soon as you’ve finished your reps, and meet me at the desk. I need to speak to the DI.”
Novell waited until she’d left before whispering to Diyab, “Reps?”
“Yeah,” she said, “you just agreed to do a hundred more.” Grinning at his horrified groan, she added, “Cheer up, no drills tomorrow; we’re helping to set up the venue for the Lupercalia - you’ll get to meet some of my family.”
Novell closed his eyes again. Lupercalia. The Roman festival of wolves.
No, he didn’t like those jigsaw pieces at all.
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Not seemingly endless, exhausting physical drills.
“Again,” DS Witman said, sliding through the formation with practised ease. She’d barely broken a sweat - apparently she didn’t even need to go through the full rigmarole; this was for rank amateurs. “Refilling a shield spell needs to be pure instinct: second nature. You will only need this after you’ve taken a hit, but if you have taken a hit then you do not want to be left in need. Do you understand?”
“Yes, boss.” He closed his eyes and focused again as he went through the stances, shifting his body from one to another in the pattern that drew power up from its source. He still felt a small thrill when it answered, trickling into his body and refilling the spell carefully drawn across his skin, but the pleasure was muted compared to his first successful try: a couple of thousand reps would do that to you.
“So what’s next?” PC Diyab asked, entirely too cheerfully for Novell’s liking. She hadn’t broken a sweat either. She also hadn’t been handed the huge Odd Squad manual like he had, and when he’d asked why she didn’t have to learn about all the different kinds of supernatural entities in their jurisdiction he’d only been told: “You’re a detective, aren’t you? Work it out.”
He hadn’t quite worked it out yet - or maybe it was more accurate to say that he had all the pieces, but wasn’t happy with the picture the jigsaw made. Especially that part where Diyab hadn't needed to be approved by the local god, since he apparently already knew and liked her...
“How about you, Novell?” Witman barked, snapping his attention back to the present.
“Yes, boss," he said, automatically. Regret set in the instant he saw her smile. He’d walked right into whatever trap his inattention had created.
“Excellent,” she said. “Hit the showers as soon as you’ve finished your reps, and meet me at the desk. I need to speak to the DI.”
Novell waited until she’d left before whispering to Diyab, “Reps?”
“Yeah,” she said, “you just agreed to do a hundred more.” Grinning at his horrified groan, she added, “Cheer up, no drills tomorrow; we’re helping to set up the venue for the Lupercalia - you’ll get to meet some of my family.”
Novell closed his eyes again. Lupercalia. The Roman festival of wolves.
No, he didn’t like those jigsaw pieces at all.
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