(OOC Thread)Beyond the Victory Arch beckons the Flowering Hall, a towering expanse of trunks, vines and verdant filigree forming the ceremonial palace where the city's Architect once resided. The Arch itself guards the gateway to the palace, emblazoned with the many names of the city-state's conquests.
Upon the sinister side, the arch reads: GREED, WAR, INJUSTICE, and many other words of ill fortune. On the opposite face: SANCTITY, CHARITY, TEMPERANCE, FATE...
"Citizens of the world," says the headmaster, standing atop the arch to face the crowd of people outside the hall. The crowd is diffuse, loosely-packed but by no means small in number. In the distance, standing atop roofs and city roads, onlookers spy on the event through a constellation of glowing mandalas.
"Know that this city in which you stand, that its people, its
vision... has conquered all. We conquer not by robbing others of their freedoms, or by slaying those who dare oppose us, but rather through acceptance and perseverance." The headmaster's white ferraiolo trails below him as he launches himself into the air and hovers still, the hem of his clothing hanging one arm's length below the tips of his feet
"Indeed, we have made sacrifices to get this far. We entertain no false notions of equality, no humility to make us bow at the feet of strangers. In this city we are free! We may follow our own precepts, knowing indeed that there will be no partiality, not to those who make friends of the state, nor to those of wealth and status. All ideas stand on level ground, and those who withstand the trial by fire we welcome with open arms into our institution, where greatness is born and nurtured, that your ideas may survive and prosper till the ages to come!"
With that the black-barred gates open for the prospective students, heretofore assembled in a single-file line before the arch.
In front of each examinee stands a block of marble, the height of an adult man, perched atop a quartz pedestal. There are two dozen blocks of the sort, arranged in a neat uniform row, whereas the students beside the blocks are anything but uniform--one of the contestants appears half frozen in a block of melting ice, melting it into a snake-like mass of water as she hovers between destinations. The rest of the students include someone dressed in full black armor and a girl with a metal flower on her back, along with some sort of mechanical spider which is also half-woman (dgr11897).
The spirits above are restless. Drifting to and fro between the luminescent flowers that light the grand halls, innumerable Lv. 1 spirits observe what goes on below, eager to learn some magic of their own by copying the coming inundation-by-spellwork. Greater spirits, as if expecting unwelcome petition from the prospective students, are mostly absent save for a Lv. 3 spirit which makes itself known as a seeker of mechanized knowledge.
Beyond your starting area is a race track, marked with fluorescent red stripes to delineate each contestant's lane. The pathway boasts several tight curves, making four winding 'S' shapes in a symmetrical arrangement, before crossing itself upon a bridge and ramp, with a straight hundred-meter rally to the finish line as the second half of the course.
Each contestant has a white box painted on the ground. Students cannot leave the box during the race, however until then they are to prepare the marble block as a vehicle for the race; standing at the starting point, each contestant will drive the marble block forward along the track to the finish line.
"The marble block contains a crystal which is the only part you must take to the finish line," says the proctor, a woman wearing a red cloak draped over her dress. "Anything else you do to the block is legal, except asking another human to enter the race. You have the whole academy's resources available to you. The path to the professors' offices are to the back of the hall," she points toward an ivy gate in the back left of the great hall, forward being the direction of the finish line.
"And to your left is the path to the central campus, the tower in which students reside, along with their workshops and the main library. You can ask whomever to help you, so long as they do not participate in the race. Be sure to finish before the clock tower strikes noon."
Noon. You've three hours.
The marble block stands in front of you, and you can sense the crystal inside. A dusting of mist is present... not that kind of dusting which accumulates on the surface of objects exposed to the mist, but rather a dusting that is evenly distributed throughout the bulk of the material. This is no ordinary stone. It is highly receptive to magic. Levitating it near you would be child's play. Doing to at a distance would be less so, especially with the other contestants competing for bandwidth across the racetrack. What will you do? Will you implant some mechanism into the marble to make it more suitable for racing? Will you recruit help from entities beyond mankind? From experts in the school? This small block of stone contains your future.