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A defier meets a defiance of social niceties

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'This has gone bloody far enough!' Torvyn fumed as his chair clattered on the floor behind him. The words were not spoken aloud, or shouted rather, but everyone present had heard them often enough to hear them in their minds. One of the novice troopers was already reaching for the fallen chair as Torvyn bellowed at him to pick it up as he stormed past.

The Guards in the nearby section of the hall were now trading nels on their spontaneous bets as to how long the two young mages were going to be allowed to carry on this way before the master put a stop to it. Some groaned and handed over their gold, while others reminded them that they'd 'Told them so.' He glared at them as they chuckled, but let it slide, his fury was to be directed elsewhere.

Master Torvyn could have used his magic to throw the door open, but he was in a mood for hard contact, and his fist gave the two inside a moment of reprieve as he took his immediate anger out on the door instead. He did however use his Abrogation to keep the door against the wall. There was nothing worse than to have the door bounce back in your face when you'd just made a show of bursting it open. He would not suffer such embarrassment.

A number of things flashed through his mind, spontaneously bolstering, countering and altering his intentions as he took in the scene. He was already in the process of sweeping a preemptive field of Abrogative negation across the room. He knew what domains the two youngsters possessed; it was why they'd been assigned to him. He had those domains as Nemesis domains, which means it would cost him almost no effort, given his degree of experience, to completely cancel anything they tried to do with their ether.

But even as his eyes took in the far side of the room, his cancelling field following his line of sight, he saw the guardian. In an instant, he halted the formation of the field just short of the elemental entity. He then formed bands of hardened ether and used them like ropes to seize Zipper and pull her to the wall, pinning her in place. The field was in place where she now hung, so any attempt by her to cast would simply have no result.

It wouldn't have been that much trouble to increase the power, and complete his field to sever the tie the other combatant, Stark, had with the guardian. But such harsh means could have a drastic and negative impact on the growth of the young man's control of the ethereal elemental. The entity was no threat to him, but it could set the young trooper back considerably. And it could have killed Zipper.

As much as he wanted to vent his rage at this mockery of discipline, he grit his teeth and found that quiet, meditative, mental chamber in his mind. He looked down at Robin, still on the floor, "Trooper Stark, if you would be so kind as to dismiss your guardian, I would like a word with you two." He did not wait to see if the young man complied.

He now turned to face Zipper, still held against the wall by his bands of "hardened air". His words were still technically spoken to Stark, but they were definitely to be taken equally by them both. "I realize that young minds are often likely to feel that they have learned enough that no one has any business, or authority to tell them what to do. But Miss Zipper here is your superior, Mr. Stark; though her needlessly antagonistic approach serves far more often to create insubordination than to prevent it."

He let that sink in a moment before continuing, "You have your assignments. You will be teamed, and you WILL cooperate. If one day only one of you should return from some task, there had best be a LOOOONG stretch of amiable interaction between the two of you, or assumptions WILL be made, and accusations WILL be levied against the survivor. Do I make myself clear?"
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The earth bellied below. It seethed, bubbling over in promised wrath. Robin howled on the ground, his hands covering his face, his eyes. The ground coddled him. It cradled him. It broke and splintered. It growled, rumbling again and again and again. A pretty girl with honey hair would die if she tried.

Then there was a man's voice.

A request.

Guardian?

"The earth only moved to protect me. She started it," he blinked into the mid-day light. Everything blurred, water colors pouring from their borders. The ground calmed; he stumbled up, the stone below moving to balance him. His eyes watered because the light was harsh and he was hurt. Robin blinked again, wiping his tears with his left hand. His uniform was stained with dirt and soot. It smelled like home.

Master Torvyn was only a silhouette of black and sternness. Robin swore he'd get his so-called partner back, but silently, a promise only to be shared with the four. "Yes, sir," he muttered, clumsily tucking in his uniform. He smirk as he shot a look at what he thought was Zipper. Yeah, his uniform was ordered, but he was still a right mess.

So her name was Zipper.

Stupid name if he ever heard one.
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If there was any small consolation for Robin coming within an inch of having his eyes goughed, it was not having to bear witness to the sheer murder on Zipper's face as she got up. Every joint in her body creaked from the impact, there was a small but persistent thumping in her head that she knew wasn't going to fade within the afternoon, and if that elbow wasnt fractured before, it was now. Still, all of that -even the outpour of earth that violated what was clearly an unspoken agreement to minimize the magic and keep it to the brawl- did not fuck as much as the fact that she just couldn't puzzle why this inbred hillbilly of a mage would throw away every physical advantage he had and-

Tried to pull her hair. Even trials from now, she would look at his face and think to herself, "Why, you inexplicable fuck of a creature. Why?"

Didn't matter in a bit, she supposed. Consequences be fucked, she was going to kill him now.

She whipped her arms in a what looked like a violent shrug, flooding ether from her spark through her arms and down into her hands where it gave birth to crackling grey lightning; twin ether missiles with Robin Stark's soon-to-be-dead name on it. She imparted Corrosion to the missile in her left hand, a gift for the still-active guardian spell. Her first missile would blow a chunk in whatever earthly defences Robin was conjuring up while he played crying babe on the ground and her second one, sent in quick succession, would be aimed at... would it be feasible to shove it up his anus? Fuck it, his head would suffice.

Then the door opened -in the same way throwing a jar on the ground was opening the lid- and the lightning in her hands flickered violently, sputtered and died even as she shifted her hands up instinctively to aim at-

Of course it was Torvyn. The self-appointed dad she never had - and never wanted, mind.

In the time it took her to say "For fuck's sake, sir, don't you dare-" she felt the all-too-familiar feeling of what she was trying to avoid: getting lashed by the invisible force of his Abrogation, yanked off her feet, and pressed securely and humiliatingly against the wall. One of the ether chains -funny coincidence how it seemed to do that every single time- went over her mouth, muffling what was clearly a long string of vicious obscenities that would make a pirate blush.

And then he made his speech. Of course the ancient windbag wanted to make a bloody speech. She heard variations of his crappy lectures so many times she could almost recite a proximation of them word-by-word by now. She even managed to hold back an eyeroll on the 'needlessly antagonistic' part.

But...

But he had a point on that last bit. In her anger and her totally completely absolutely justified prejudice against the element weavers, she had forgotten her place in the game of balanced corruption in Etzorian law enforcement.

An internal investigation was the last thing she needed for herself. A lot of Black Guard took liberties with their so-called solemn oaths to serve the city and its people, and the particular liberties Zipper took were extensive even for a dirty Guard. As long as she did her real job right, as long she kept out of the light, as long as she performed the barest discretions, nobody cared.

Until they did.

She looked at Robin, who smirked back at he tucked in his shirt. She conveyed the eyeball equivalent of flipping the bird to him before turning to Master Dad.

She jerked her head in agreement.

... Fuck, she WAS stuck with the defier who fought like a 5-arc old playing dolls, and why did the fuck did he pull her hair?
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Robin shrugged.

There wasn't anything more to it. To them. Their apparent master, Torvyn, did his part and said his side. Crystal clear; Robin had to listen and shut up. He smiled still because he wasn't the one strapped against the wall.

This time, anyway.

The earth sent a sharp tremor at Zipper's wall: another warning. Robin smirked, a clipped 'not now' escaping his lips. There wasn't any real meaning behind it so for all intents and purposes, the earth didn't hear it. It understood to be careful around the man who could freeze people and dampen magic, but unless Zipper could do the same, it saw no reason to play nice.

Robin, cocky because he was free, offered the girl on the wall a salute. "At your word, Captain," and he almost laughed but didn't. He watched as she struggled against the invisible wards created by Master Torvyn. He wondered what magic he'd used -- and more importantly, why Robin had been spared. He wasn't trained like the rest, his magic wasn't a thing to be controlled, but surely he warranted at least an effort.

Still, he enjoyed watching Zipper's public embarrassment. There were others in the crowd, watching him, and Torvyn, and Zipper. He could have sworn he'd seen a couple or two sneering at their fight.

Robin would get better.

The earth rumbled, agreeing. The wind, now an excited gust, squealed in agreement.

They wouldn't kill each then.
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Like a madwoman trapped in a straitjacket, Zipper lunged at Robin, furiously fighting her restraints for a few brief moments before remembering Master Dad was still watching and quieting down. She muttered something beneath the muffling of Abrogation that could have either been "I'm not a fuckin' captain, you numbnut. Get the terminology right." or "I will kill your lover, your family, the plants in your woods and the beasts in your forests." or a very drawn-out, very aggressive, "Well, ain't we peachy." Probably not the last one.

Then she turned to Tovyrn and gave what was undeniably something along the lines of "May you please let me down now? I understand this is a routine for us by now, but it's just rude to leave a little lady hanging."

She would smile, she would pay him the barest courtesies, she would train him in the ways of the city guard like his father would have wanted before he dipped into a lava and emerged a creature of metal, she assumed - But not once would she forget the thing that she had to call her partner was of the same breed as the mage she had once saw wipe out a sizable pack of shadow beasts within the blink of an eye, the same breed that she once saw eaten up by flame and wind until there was nothing more than an ashen, torn-up tunic on the ground.

Because at the end of the day: Zipper absolutely loathed the erratic.

No matter how cute they looked.
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You two kids totally got the principle’s attention for that lunchroom fight, didn’t you? Naughty children. Robin, your writing of magic is enchanting as always (pun intended), and Zip, if your magic ever becomes as amazing as your mouth, then the world will be on its knees at your feet soon enough. That’s for sure.

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15 | These points can be used for magic.

Fame:
-2 Magic use in public view, -3 Immature infighting in uniform in public view

Loot

A stern talking to and Master Torvyn’s watchful glare.

Injuries + Overstepping

Black eye, sore face, even more sore groin.

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Skill Knowledge:
Defiance: Guardian
Defiance: Earth’s Cradle
Defiance: Earth Kick
Defiance: Cheerleader
Defiance: Tremor
Unarmed: Pulling Hair
Unarmed: Pushing
Unarmed: Taking Advantage
Endurance: Your Mutation is Armor
Endurance: Taking a Hit to the Groin
Endurance: Surviving Eye Gouging
Endurance: Taking a Hit to the Nose

Other Knowledge:
Zipper: Wields a craft magic
Zipper: Black Guard
Zipper: Immediate Superior
Zipper: Utter and complete bitch
Zipper: Unused to Common
NPC - Master Torvyn
Abrogation: Nullifies magic
Master Torvyn: Powerful Abrogationist
Master Torvyn: Can nullify magic on a whim
Ithession: A harsh tongue
Ithession: Native language of Etzos
Ithession: Learning the insults
Ithession: Vulgarities first
Zipper

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15 | These points can be used for magic.

Fame:
-2 Magic use in public view, -3 Immature infighting in uniform in public view

Loot

A stern talking to and Master Torvyn’s watchful glare.

Injuries + Overstepping

Hairline fractured elbow that needs medical attention to heal properly; swollen and bruised knee for several trials.

Knowledge

Skill Knowledge:
Transmutation: Ether Missle: Tasking an Ether Missle with Corrosion
Transmutation: Ether Missle: Conjuring twin Ether Missles
Transmutation: Ether Missle: Aiming for the head
Transmutation: Testing your Etheric mettle against a Defier
Unarmed Combat: Eye gouging
Unarmed Combat: Groin attack
Unarmed Combat: Downward elbow strike straight to the face
Unarmed Combat: Knee to the stomach
Endurance: Gritting through a fight with an elbow fracture
Endurance: Enduring a hair pulling
Linguistics: Swearing in a second language
Linguistics: Rediscovering Common

Other Knowledge:
Robin: Defier
Robin: Black Guard
Robin: Subordinate, understudy, blue collar slave-to-be
Robin: Bones of literal stone
Robin: Can't speak Ith'Ession
Becoming: Responsible for Padfoot's Carnival
Becoming: Incapable of handling self-identity
Defiance: Defiers suck donkey balls
Defiance: Undisciplined, delusional, sentimental
Defiance: The arcane powerhouses of Domain Magic
Abrogation: Nullifies Magic
NPC - Master Torvyn
Master Torvyn: Powerful Abrogationist
Master Torvyn: Can nullify magic on a whim
Master Torvyn: Naggy old fuck
Common: Throwing insults
Common: Flexing your vocabulary
Common: Fades with misuse
Common: Forming a grammatically perfect sentence
Common: Never forget the slurs
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