Open RP - fun with levitation!

[beantheory.livejournal.com]

Bean is beginning to wonder if he will ever figure this place out.

It's a novel feeling.

Currently he's in an empty classroom on the fourth floor, trying to see how many things he can levitate at the same time. So far he has two books, an inkwell and three quills floating in mid-air. Keeping concentration is a little trickier than he'd thought, but he's got to the point where he's eyeing a chair speculatively.

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[mello-n-choco.livejournal.com]

So, the kid's juggling. To amuse myself, I add a couple of things, another book and some parchment, and a quill. More to test myself than to annoy him, though I'm sure it will, I start making the quill write on the parchment. I make it write, "How's it going, number 2?"

Practice is a good thing. I smirk, waiting.

[beantheory.livejournal.com]

Bean isn't expecting the quick additions, and for a moment it looks like his concentration will break; but he recovers, just. It helps that the quills are light enough to float.

"Ho," he says, by way of greeting. "I'm fine. I've been made professor of astronomy."

[mello-n-choco.livejournal.com]

"So I've heard," I reply stepping fully into the room. To amuse myself more than anything, I set the objects I'm levitating in orbit around the room. "I see you've also worked on one spell. Any others?"

[beantheory.livejournal.com]

"Thank you for signing up." Bean thinks of Mello as a bully, and a smart one, but there's no reason to antagonise him. He's more interested in finding out a little more about him. "I've not learned any others, no." This is a lie. "I've been concentrating on getting my bearings."

[mello-n-choco.livejournal.com]

I shrug. "It's in our nature to take classes. We're almost lost without them. And, given the nature of one of our...companions," I make the word as filthy as I can, as befits B, "self-defense has been the largest part of what I've learned." I land the things I've been levitating. "Though, this one is amusing." I point my wand at him and murmur mobile corpus.

[fiercefluffy.livejournal.com]

The door of an empty classroom is ajar. Octavian feels inclined to look inside. Obviously there won't be a class going on.

He sees a young boy, a very young boy from his size, who seems to be levitating many objects at once. Octavian himself can't seem to get past Lumos when it comes to charms. He is intrigued.

He enters and watches. He does not speak at first, lest speaking interrupt the boy's concentration. Then he decides it might be interesting to find out whether said concentration would in fact be broken, and whether the boy's control of the objects would be affected.

"Hello."

[beantheory.livejournal.com]

There's a noticeable quiver when the newcomer speaks - Bean had noticed him enter, of course - and one of the quills begins to float downwards for a second before being caught up by the charm again.

"Ho," he replies. Then turns to face him, taking his eyes away from the things he's levitating. (Another slight quiver.) "I'm Bean."

[fiercefluffy.livejournal.com]

Bean is a name not much stranger than any of the other names Octavian has heard here. Maia has indicated Octavian's own name would seem odd to these people. So he nods, and returns the greeting in kind, without any remark on nomenclature.

"My name is Gaius Julius Caesar Octavianus. I am called Octavian."

Octavian is all of eighteen years old even though HBO decided to use the same actor to portray him from ages 11-18 and therefore his icons make him look really young. Yet he addresses this young child with all the gravity he'd use to address one of his peers. There are two reasons for this. First, the boy has magic enough to make many things float at once, which means he is a stronger magician than Octavian can probably ever hope to be, and therefore one would do well not to offend him. Second, Octavian wouldn't know how to baby-talk if he tried. He has two modes: (1) serious; (2) asleep.

Actually, make that one mode. He looks pretty serious when he's asleep, too. Dreaming of aqueducts and campaigns, or of killing his mother's lover.

"Are you using a kind of magic to levitate those things, or is it some other kind of power?"

[beantheory.livejournal.com]

This time his things falter much more obviously; ink from the inkwell splatters across the floor.

He might be a genetically enhanced super-genius who helped to wipe out an entire civilisation. But he's a genetically enhanced super-genius who's going to be teaching a class to Augustus Caesar.

"... just magic," Bean says. "In my time, we trained in a room without gravity, but it was accomplished by an alien device I never had an opportunity to see. I'd like to try to replicate the effects here."

[fiercefluffy.livejournal.com]

Octavian's time at Hogwarts has been full of tantalizing references to alien devices he will never see. These alien devices, moreover, are devices he could not take back to Rome with him and therefore could not use to annihilate his enemies for the good of the Republic.

He does not sigh, quite. His shoulders relax slightly in the physical equivalent of a sigh, probably perceptible to Bean's acute senses, probably not perceptible to others (especially considering that the junior Caesar is wearing a toga over his linen tunic, and the heavy folds rather obscure the movement).

"It seems to me that magic power is like many other powers given to man. Self-discipline can confer skill to a certain extent, yet there must also be an inborn gift if the practitioner is to achieve excellence. Are you strong in magic?"

[charlesofdensen.livejournal.com]

Faintly amused he may be to see a kid float many objects at once, Ofdensen saw the chair he was eying. "Don't push your luck."