ORIGIN - Magicka Competition

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Imperia They'll call our crimes a work of art

That was one spell. Imperia still had two more to do. They thought for a moment before deciding to go with one they hadn't used as much. They figured they could also use their other spell, but perhaps that one would be better for their finale. They focused on their gem, drawing out their magic and hoping that it wouldn't fail.

Thankfully, it didn't fail and Imperia felt their fur began to burn. Smoke began to sweep across them, heading towards the audience. The stench that came from their burning fur found it's way to their nose, but they ignored the smell. They had grown used to the smell of burning flesh, began to welcome it, even. The judges may not like the spell, and it may cause them to not win, but at this point they didn't care. They were only doing this for Aaliyah, after all.

"Listen to me."

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Imperia They'll call our crimes a work of art

Alright. So the first two spells had worked. Hopefully this one would work as well. They had one last shot to impress the judges, and what better way to do it than with heatwave? As long as it worked, they'd be fine. It just had to work.

It seemed as though luck was not on their side.

Imperia took a deep breath, and exhaled, expecting heat to come out. It did not. They had failed. They let out a growl when they realized this. Of course their finale had failed! They grunted and headed back toward their spot, eyes narrowed with anger. Why did it have to fail? Aaliyah had been watching, and they could have very well just let her down! They were supposed to be someone who never failed! So much for that.

"Listen to me."

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Zevruu was beyond nervous. Why had he signed up for this? It was a terrible idea! The Serval hated crowds. He was terrified of others watching him! Why oh why was he doing this? He watched as first Thanatos went, and then Carni. When Imperia went, he could feel his heart beating in his chest. He wondered if anyone else could. As they did their spells, one by one, he felt like he was going to faint. This was getting to be too much for him. But he was here, and he had to do it.

When Imperia stormed back to their spot beside him, he gulped. Slowly, he rose. He felt as though he was swaying on his paws. Perhaps he was. His paws felt frozen to the ground. His heart continued to beat in his chest loudly as he walked over to the center. He glanced at the judges and gulped again. He had this. He could do this. Right?

Zevruu lowered his head and let the necklace draped across it fall. He crouched down so he was closer to it and pressed a paw on it. He had been waiting for the moment to be able to bauble it, and now seemed like a good time. He watched as the necklace was suddenly infused with light, spreading from one end to the next. It glowed very brightly, and he gave a small smile. He had done it! He quickly put it back on and prepared his next spell.

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The first spell had been a success. Will the second spell also be a success? He certainly hoped so. If not...he wasn't sure he'd be able to take a failure. He knew what he was going to do next. He had only done this spell a couple of times, so he wasn't sure it would work. He took a deep breath, as if to mentally prepare himself, before starting his spell.

Zevruu tried to call upon his magic, to form an orb around him. When nothing happened, he felt as though his heart had fallen to his paws. He had...failed. He had failed! He felt tears begin to well up in his eyes. He was crying now. Great. The others must think of him as weak! His fur felt hot in his embarrassment. He sniffled, trying to stop the tears but failing. They just kept coming. He brought his paw and wiped his eyes quickly before beginning to start his next spell.

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Zevruu wasn't even sure what his next spell would be. While crying, the embarrassment made him completely forget what his original plan was. He just closed his eyes and called upon his magic, hoping something would happen.

And something did.

He opened his eyes and was shocked to see a rainbow before him. He had...never done that before. It was rather pretty, yet also very faint. Whatever his spell was, it wasn't a very good one. Still, perhaps that was a good ending. He could feel tears dripping down his face, though. It was going to take a lot more than that to make him stop crying. With his turn done, he quickly shuffled over to his spot and sat, hunched over, as more tears began to fall.

"Speech" l 'Thoughts' | @Tukluk

During the entire competition, including the introduction, the dragon lounged like a lazy cat watching the goings-on. He could have MC-ed the show himself but decided that he would let his young companions do it for them, let them have the spotlight for once. His rosen-hued gaze followed the proceedings with interest. While they did spark with amusement at the little bat's enthusiasm he tried not to let his inner feelings show for the contest. Didn't want the contestants to have a clue who he favored, now did he?

During Thanatos' performance he couldn't help but marvel at how the young stallion had control over his element and the shower of obsidian was rather neat and well done, he gave a low rumble of approval as the colt stepped away from the center of the crowd. His rumble turned into a laugh as Bartleby enthusiastically announced the next performer. The youth was a hybrid of some sort and showed his mastery over the air element. The obsidian pieces were once again thrown around in a glittering show and though there was a brief lull while Carni fumbled with his second element it ended spectacularly with a shower of water and glitter heralding the finale of his performance. Baratheon gave a nod of his head, it seemed they would have some stiff competition.

Next up was Imperia and Baratheon watched with interest as they showed mastery over the fire element, sending a stray bit of obsidian to cinders and then... sending smoke their way? The dragon's maw wrinkled subconsciously at the acrid stench of burning flesh. What a... different... way of trying to wow the judges. The tufted tip of his tail thumped once on the ground... but that could mean anything. He watched impassively as the feline made their way from the center of the ring with a fit of ill-temper.

Next up was a rather timid looking serval, Zevruu. He baubled a necklace that he'd been wearing and after failing another spell started crying. Baratheon's gaze softened and he could feel another rumble, this one sympathetic, bubbling in his throat for the cat. He wanted to say a few comforting words but couldn't break from his judge's position... He hoped the fellow had friends.

After Zev it would be Tukluk's turn, his gaze turned to find the little critter in the crowd. Ah, Tuck, he remembered the tiny guy fondly from their meeting in Eridanus. What would he do? The softest of smiles colored his features as he waited for his tiny friend.

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"Talking looks like this!"
Thinking looks like this...

Tuck was so nervous he could barely concentrate on everyone around him. He was vaguely aware of a shower of obsidian dust, a spray of water, the smell of burning hair and flesh. He wrinkled his nose at that, coming back to the present long enough to look around for the source of the smell, and finding some kind of cat slinking away from the center of the area and back to the crowds. She looked very angry. And then another cat took her place. He cried at one point. Tuck scrunched his brows in concern, his newfound worry for other Gembounds kicking into place at this one’s tears. He kind of wanted to go over and comfort the serval, but he knew it was his turn next. He watched as a faint rainbow came and went, and then gulped nervously and took his place in the center of the crowd.

He had a clear idea of what he wantedto do, he just needed his Magic to work… Aaaaand the first spell failed. Welllll shit. He’d concentrated and everything, trying to envision a long green vine growing from his back… But that hadn’t happened. Instead, nothing at all had happened. He sighed as he looked around, his whole body flushing with embarrassment. Maybe he could pass it off like nothing had happened… Maybe he would do something else instead…?

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Tuck took a seed out of his bag, which had been on his back. He almost hadn't brought it with him for this, but he figured he might need some seeds for a Magicka competition, and now he was glad he had brought it. Trying to brush off the first failure and calm his nerves, he poked the seed into the fertile soil and then pulled his hand away and concentrated. Come on, plant, he thought desperately. Don’t make me look like an idiot please! He stared at the place where the seed was for a good long minute, and still nothing happened. Suddenly, the marmoset had horrible flashbacks of the day and night and morning that he had spent trying to make his bag, and all the failures he’d gone through then. But that had been different. He’d been by himself then, and it had only been annoying, as opposed to mortifying.

Tuck, to his own horror, could feel tears forming in his eyes. Oh Gods, I can’t cry here! That’ll make it worse! Keep it together! Unfortunately, a few tears of embarrassment and shame slipped down his face. He thought of the serval that had cried just a few minutes ago, and quickly rubbed his face with the back of his tiny paw. One last shot, he thought. Come on, I gotta at least not be a total failure!

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Now he was staring at the place where he’d poked the seed into the soil with something akin to feverishness. He was wide-eyed, and under his fur, a vein in his head was popped in sharp relief as he tried to concentrate. And it was probably this over-concentration that caused him to completely, utterly, fail the second attempt his spell. There was a sudden sharp, popping pain in his collarbone where his gem was. He hissed in pain and grabbed at it as his Magic receded, almost angrily. And now he had a killer headache. He had done it. He had… completely failed this competition. How… How had this happened? He practiced his Magic all the time! And now everyone was -- was staring at him!

He sniffled and glared around at everyone, as if daring them to laugh, and then he grabbed his pack, quickly shoved his arms through the straps, and took off at a dead run, far, far away from Polaris. He didn’t care about the rest of the competition. He didn’t care about anything anymore!

[Exit Tuck]

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"Wow folks, looks like Tukluk has some deep rooted issues. At times like this you can't cedar woods for the trees, but think of the big picture. Let's give him a big round of apples as he leafs the arena okay?" Bartleby squeaked in between words, noticeably struggling for breath. "But in all seriousness this is probably a stressful competition and I'm sure he's releaved. Keep your chin up Tuk, magicka might not work for you but you can always branch out."

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