Update 31Akasha inspects the room, as if checking to make sure this is really happening.
"Hmm? How did that happen? Will we learn how to do that?"
"There is a rumor," mutters a red-haired girl near you, pushing back her glasses.
"That the Time building is haunted.""Haunted? That's preposterous!" remarks a certain Thalstav Ridders (in case anyone forgot about him).
"Last year, the graduating class of 439 conducted an investigation during the Bloodmoon Eclipse. They said they found evidence of ghosts. And an underground cult.""Oh please! This is a university of magic. Magic! And it's the middle of the Yarshire festival. Pranks abound this time of year."It looks like we have a spooky mystery to solve.
The professor has been dutifully ignoring the side conversation, his attention focused toward the student called Rayoris:
"So you are imposing your time and perception on real time? Or perhaps the specified viewers' time? Or are you merely projecting something of some substance like one would in the other magics?
Why doesn't my natural perception overrule your shadow magic, must one force another to percieve by, say, invading the viewers' mind?
Or perhaps it's accomplished through suggestion?
Oh and one more question-" Instead of asking the question Raioyris opts to cast his writing implement at the shadow form.
The quill sails through the air, somehow fin-stabilized by its shape, and lands directly on the shadow. The shadow-figure is two-dimentional, it seems, but it reacts to the quill by twitching slightly.
...you notice that the ink on the end of the pen did not wipe on the floor, as one would expect.
"The forms you create are real. It is, in effect, imposing your will on reality, a form of magic more like what you see in fairy tales rather than real magic. But I assure you, this is real magic."When probed further, the professor tries to stay on topic.
"Everything will come in time. For now, we must focus on the basics."
Meanwhile, in a different room at the Time building,
"But time passes at one second per second, doesn't it? So light must have a finite speed, because time has a speed...
How far have we tested?"
"Shining Beam magic at the Winthrop mountains created a plume of smoke with no measurable delay. We have good reason to believe it is instant. And indeed, for normal objects, time passes at a constant speed. But Light is unique in that it is not weighted like normal matter. It is more akin to dream matter, that is, energy without mass.""Wait, in 'open space?' Does that mean experiments were done on light not in open space?"
"Mirrors reflect light. It has been stipulated that they can reflect more than that, and great effort has been spent toward finding matter that appears different in reflection. We've nothing but rumors at the moment, but we are looking for students to conduct searches for the sake of potential discoveries. Paid, of course."
At the Water building,
Christine waits until the introductions reach her, and then introduces herself:
"I'm Christine Denare. I've come here to gain a greater understanding of water."
(Updates are intermittent anyway. You aren't exactly holding anything up, so it's all good.)
"Water, huh," chortles a student next to you.
"I think we all care given that we're in the same cla--Oh, my turn?"He stands up.
"I am called Lazaranth, of Altarium. I come to seek the arts which my forefathers have so vehemently denied my kin, to show them a power that turns water into wine and works miracles of flesh and blood.
I believe this life would suit me better, much better than living sequestered in a castle for all my years, waiting for my older sibling to die." A lot of second-in-line princes seem to think this way...
There are quite a lot of Altarians in this room, too. Their patron God is Mercy, associated with the ocean and the cycle of life, so it fits.
The professor begins by handing out several tablets.
"This is for writing. It is a type of ice, so don't leave it in the sun..." despite being ice, it's clear as glass, and lukewarm to the touch. It feels wet... but your hands don't have any water on them afterward.
You can write characters on it by pressing with your finger, and erase by smearing. It seems to crystallize under pressure.
"Now then... this is a class about Water, a chief component in quite a few physical. For those of you interested in Life, this class goes well with that type of education. For those who aren't, Water is nonetheless a versatile element. We'll start with the basics of Magic, however, and apologize for those of you who've had morning classes, but some of you opted for evening courses instead of morning courses..."She covers Kahigan, describing all the basics. This time, though, she focuses on the Go: used for manipulating the natural elements. It is the easiest Kahigan to use, and if humans had tentacles for arms, it would behave just like a third hand. It is resistant to temperature and pressure, and is the prime implement for interacting with Water. The professor brings out a tub of water.
A duplicate image of the tub appears on the glass panes surrounding her desk. A feature to negate the drawbacks of a circular room.
She then displaces some water with her Go. Its outline is clearly visible, and well-defined.
"While water is naturally repulsed by the Go, there are techniques to change the affinity of water, making it inert with respect to Kahigan..."She drops a paper charm into the tub. It dissolves into the water, and the water rushes to fill the gap left by the Go, almost instantly.
And within the tunnels of the Earth department,
Dan, as usual, goes straight into testing. Primarily taking look into the soul and genetics of the gauntlet itself and then closest stone he can find.
"Oh? But I'm guessing construction method of soul gauntlet is not part of this class. Point me into correct direction after the class, because I'm interested."
"I shall!" Coru assures.
Putting your Me through the gauntlet, you get a short pitchfork-like appendage protruding from your wrist. It's a start...
You inset it into the floor. The soul of a rock seems to be distributed evenly with many copies floating around inside the soul.