Topic: A Year of Academic Commitment

Fliss

Date: 2016-10-31 10:42 EST
In which the student Felicity Storm applies herself to school in the hope of convincing her mother that she doesn't need more than a year to gain academic note before entering vocational education ...

"All right, so tell me what you've decided on."

Fliss looked over at her mother, sighing softly. It had taken a while for her to decide properly on what subjects she wanted to study this year, and there was always room to adjust her chosen curriculum, but since the whole point was to convince Liv that she would be ready for the working world by next September, she knew better than to argue.

"Well, I'm sticking with Fire Magic," she said. "I've learned a lot from that, and there's always more. And there's this theory class that I started - kinda deep for me, but I guess it's a challenge, right' I found a basic First Responder course that I joined up to - you know, CPR, bandaging, that kind of thing."

Liv smiled at her from where she was kneeling on the kitchen floor, sorting out a whelping box for their heavily pregnant, soon to give birth dog. Bella was currently napping in the living room with Jasper, having opted not to go visiting the Rogers with the rest of the household.

"That sounds like a good starting point," she nodded to her daughter. "And I'm sure Aunt Lucy would be more than happy to give you a little advanced medical if you really wanted it. That all seems very aimed toward your chosen career, though. Wasn't there anything else you wanted to do just to enjoy learning about something?"

Fliss bit her lip, trying not to roll her eyes. "There's a Meditation course," she said quietly, not particularly wanting to explain why she had chosen that one. "I enjoyed the History of Rhy'Din course, so I thought I'd sign up for another history class - History of Magic on Earth. It's just a general "Earth" idea, but it's pretty interesting. And, uh ..." She fidgeted, almost embarrassed to admit to this. "I signed up to the Singing and the Dancing courses, too. Because I enjoy it!"

Liv chuckled at how quick Fliss was to justify her choices. "And other courses will become available over the year, won't they?"

Fliss nodded, glancing down at her notebook. "Not everything has homework," she admitted reluctantly. "But you know what I'm like with homework. Unless someone else has notes I can compare with mine, I'm going to be terrible at it anyway."

"Sweetheart, you are not terrible at anything," Liv insisted. "But there is no reason to think you are somehow below the level of everyone else just because you don't have an aptitude for purely academic pursuits. Don't compare yourself to anyone else; it never helps, trust me."

"Oh, come on," Fliss snorted. "How would you know" You're always perfect."

Liv's laughter this time was loud and heartfelt. "Oh, sweetheart, I am anything but perfect," she promised. "Ask your father. When we first met, I compared myself with everyone, and I never came out on top. I very nearly destroyed any hope of a relationship with Johnny because I was so certain he would never be interested in anyone like me. Shows what I knew, doesn't it?"

She rose from the floor, moving to stroke her hand over Fliss' abundance of wheat-gold hair. "You are Felicity Storm, and that is all you need to be. No one else can be you, and you have far more to offer than you realize. So do what you want to do, learn what you want to learn. Just don't start fighting fires until you're seventeen, that's all I ask."

Fliss smiled, twisting in her seat to hug her mother about the waist warmly. "Thanks, Mom."

Fliss

Date: 2016-10-31 11:48 EST
Introduction to Arcane & Metaphysical Theory 1000 - Week 1

Provide one example of Coincidental magic, and one example of Vulgar magic, OR; provide an example of a scenario in which the same type of 'effect' might be considered with Coincidental -or- Vulgar, depending on Consensus, OR; provide examples of two different 'types' of Consensus.

"Or, or, or ..." Fliss muttered to herself, scowling at her notebook. She had a horrible feeling she was not going to get a passing mark on this course, but she intended to at least try. The professor seemed to have very different ideas about how magic worked than the ones she had come up with on her own, but then ....she was being raised by the Human Torch, whose abilities with fire were not magical in nature, unlike her own. It all promised to be very confusing for a while.

The first option for the homework was the easiest, she had to admit, but she had already done that when she'd asked for clarification in class. Her examples to make herself clear had been examples of Coincidental and Vulgar magic, and she didn't think Professor D'Arcstorm was the type to forgive her repeating herself just for the sake of taking the easy road. So that ruled that one out.

The second option was still confusing her - what did he mean by 'effect'" Did he mean a spell" In which case, she didn't know where to start. Her own experiences had nothing to do with casting spells; fire just happened. She concentrated - or in some cases, reacted - and flames made themselves tangible and real, often on her person. She'd never had to physically cast a spell in the conventional sense, and without understanding what was meant by 'effect', there was no way she was going to be able to make sense enough of that option to be able to apply it to the ever-befuddling term Consensus.

Which left the third option. Two different types of Consensus. Admittedly, her grasp of what a Consensus actually was was still a little shaky, but she thought she sort of understood. The trouble was, she wasn't sure quite how to go about writing about this. Was it permissible to hand in one short paragraph, or would he be expecting an essay' Should she write it by hand, or type it up for ease of reading" Was she overthinking this homework thing a little too much"

Sighing, she reached for her pen, blinking when her fingers encountered only the smooth wood of the table. "What the ..."

Looking up, her eyes found the pen just out of reach, a little too far to have simply rolled away when she'd put it down. Her gaze traveled to her little brother, hard at work on the other side of the table and apparently not paying her any attention at all. Grasping her pen, she looked back down at her notes, and snorted with laughter as the page turned right in front of her, with no apparent intervention from anyone.

"Alex," she complained, looking up at her brother, who offered her an innocent smile. "I'm trying to concentrate."

"What did I do?" the seven-year-old asked innocently, but not even that innocent question could hide the cheeky smile on his face.

Fliss' eyes narrowed above her smile. "Stop practicing on me when I'm doing homework," she warned him. "Later, not now."

"Promise?"

Her smile deepened as she nodded. "Promise, peanut," she assured him. "We can do the flame pictures thing we did last night."

As an excited smile crossed her brother's face, Fliss chuckled, looking back down at her notepad. Alex was something of a wonder to her, almost more than Maria. While Maria was mute and had a truly amazing grasp of her own empathic power, Alex had been a little harder to work out. The telepathy had taken time to manifest itself even after he had settled in here, and as for the telekinesis ....that was a work in progress. He was almost afraid to use it most of the time, coming as it did with the memory of what he had done to protect Maria in the facility they had been rescued from. But for some reason, he was quite happy to practice with that particular ability around his big sister. Fliss was honored, but she had no idea why.

It was a little inspiring, though. Maybe, for Alex, there were two different types of Consensus. The Consensus where the so-called normal people lived - people like Mom and Bess, like Aunt Lucy and some of the others on the Grove; people who didn't have any extraordinary abilities and who might not know how to react to seeing him display them. And the Consensus where Fliss and Maria and Dad lived - people who had special abilities of their own, people who didn't even blink when Alex showed what he could do. It was a start, anyway.

Provide examples of two different 'types' of Consensus

Consensus One - Rhy'Din A place where advanced technology and magical intervention and ability are commonplace and accepted. If a person were to walk through a wall of flame in front of witnesses on Rhy'Din, most of those witnesses would automatically assume that the walker was possessed of some ability or technology that protected them from being harmed. It is the accepted mode of thought, and very little that might otherwise be considered miraculous or improbable on another world is strange enough to even raise comment among the majority of Rhy'Din's population.

Consensus Two - An example of Earth Specifically, an Earth where magic has never been acknowledged or accepted as possible. While technologically on a par with other parallel Earths, no trace of magic is known to exist; they do not even know the word. On this world, if a person were to walk through a wall of flame in front of witnesses, it would be considered a terrible impossibility - the very fact that they survived would not be seen as miraculous, but terrifying. The walker might well be imprisoned and experimented upon to determine the source of their ability, perhaps even executed out of fear, but ultimately, it would likely be put down as a fluke of some kind. Nonetheless, efforts would be made to replicate the feat; efforts that would fail in a world where technology cannot match this expression of magic, and cause untold harm to those making the attempt.

Felicity Storm

Fliss

Date: 2016-12-07 14:54 EST
Introduction to Arcane & Metaphysical Theory - Week 2

- Claim your Barrington Codex and perform the rite to claim ownership of it. - add an immediate second entry to your Codex at a length of at least a paragraph, telling why you want to use magic, to be a wielder of the arcane, full marks will be awarded for this section of the class.

"Mom! I need you to sign something!"

Fliss set the permission slip down on the kitchen table, pulling her newly acquired Barrington Codex out of her bag, along with her notebook. She studied the book for a moment, and shrugged.

"Aw, what the hell ....worst that happens is that it doesn't work."

Tucking her notebook into the aperture already inside the Codex, she glanced around to make sure no one was watching her, and laid her hand on it, pronouncing, "Property of Felicity Storm." A moment later, the same words appeared on the left hand page in handwriting that look remarkably like her own, and a brief flick through the pages to the back revealed the index, already marked with her notes taken so far.

"New textbook?" Liv asked as she came into the kitchen, ignoring the clamor from the pen in which the newborn pups were still corralled. Bella was taking a break from her own puppies by napping in Beth's nursery with the baby girl.

Fliss looked up, impressed with the Codex. "Uh, no, it's like a magic diary, kind of thing," she explained. "The professor gave them to us. It's pretty cool, really. I just did my homework, but I guess I should do the extra marks portion, too, right?"

Liv chuckled, kissing her eldest's temple gently. "If you think you'll get something more out of it, then yes, you should do it," she said. "I'm not going to force you into it if you really don't want to. You said there was something I had to sign?"

"Oh ....yeah, permission slip." Fliss tapped the slip on the table.

"Permission for what?" her mother asked, reaching for a pen.

"I'm not really sure," the teenager admitted. "Professor D'Arcstorm said something about a field trip, but nothing else, really. And I know I'm not technically a minor anymore, but I figured it couldn't hurt to get parental permission, right?"

"And you're stressing out about worrying me more than I'm already worrying," Liv added in amusement as she signed the slip. "I'd appreciate it if you stuck close to someone else during this field trip of yours, though. Didn't you say Ammy Spiritor and Andu Kirost are in this group" Wiggle yourself in between them, they won't let you get hurt."

"What, like I can't protect myself?" Fliss objected indignantly.

Liv eyed her for a long moment. "No, not that you can't," she said quietly. "But I would rather only one member of our family was courting disaster at any one time, love."

Fliss' indignation left her in an instant. She knew exactly what her mother was talking about there - not only was Uncle Steve regularly visiting Earth to take on the scary mess that was Hydra, but Dad was also a big part of that. She moved to hug her mother, squeezing tight for a moment. "I'll be fine, Mom," she promised her softly. "I'll stick close to them, promise."

She felt the tension ease off as Liv squeezed her in return. "Thank you," her mother whispered, kissing her hair once again.

They sat and talked for a while, and when Liv wandered away to feed the puppies and get Beth up from her nap, Fliss found herself contemplating her Codex thoughtfully. Why you want to use magic ....If only it was that simple. Picking up her pen, she began to scribble in her normal notebook, letting her thoughts flow onto the paper before setting the page into the space provided in the Codex and preserving the words in those pages for all time.

Why Do I Want To Use Magic"

That isn't the right kind of question for me. I don't want to use magic. It's a part of me, something I can't escape from even if I tried. It's there whenever I feel something strongly; if I hadn't learned to control my emotions, I'd be setting fire to everything daily. What I want is to be a normal, unenhanced human being, like my mom is.

I need to learn how to use the magic that is a part of me. I need to know what it can do, how it works, how I can apply it to my life. I shouldn't have to feel like a freak just because I can make flames dance on my fingers. I want to be able to use this part of myself in my everyday life, in a way that is safe and nonthreatening. I want to be a good example to my brother and sisters, to my cousins; to show them that being different isn't necessarily a bad thing. That even if you don't like what you can do, you should embrace it and learn how to be what you are, because it's a part of you. I want my parents not to have to worry about me so much; not to have to be scared of what will happen if I lose my temper or if I get into a situation where I'll need this part of me to get out safely.

So this question of why has an easy answer for me. I don't want to be a mage. I am a mage, and I need to know how to be a mage to the best of my ability, just to live the life that I want to live. It's as simple and as complicated as that.

Fliss

Date: 2017-05-22 14:22 EST
Introduction to Arcane & Metaphysical Theory - Homework 3

Write a paper on how this field trip could have been made better; highlight what the high and low points of it were for you. As always, any additional feedback is also welcome.

Fliss stared down at her Codex in mild dismay. This was the homework" She'd forgotten all about it in the insanity that had engulfed the campus, and now that she had been returned to her classes, it was staring her in the face. Hadn't she been clear enough during the lesson, she wondered, feeling her face flush at the memory of her slight confrontation with the professor. Come to think of it, did he even want her back" She wasn't exactly excelling in his chosen subject, and she'd all but picked a fight with him the last time they'd been in the same room. Dream. Whatever.

Still he had asked ...

Sighing, she picked up her pen, one hand absently scratching Bella's head as the dog laid her muzzle on the teenager's knee. "Well, Bells ....if this doesn't get me kicked out, I don't know what will."

Professor D'Arcstorm,

I realize that you requested a paper on this subject, but it seems to me, on reflection, that you are actually asking for an assessment of the way you handled the field trip and how it could have been improved. As such, I have decided to write you a letter, instead. Feel free to disregard it, and me, if this offends.

The field trip was certainly an experience, and enough time has passed that I'm not immediately reacting to the situation you placed us in with the same violence as occurred during the lesson itself. The basic premise was intriguing; a visit to a different plane of existence, or dimension, or however you want to describe it, has many attractive qualities, and I was interested in the realm of Dream as a place. It opens up the possibility of visiting other dimensions, or planes, and despite my pretty grounded outlook, this does interest me.

The execution, however, was less than smooth. I feel that some warning ahead of time as to the content of the excursion, and what we were going to be asked to do, would have gone a long way toward preventing my rather visceral reaction in the moment. Your students are not children; we are rational beings, capable of making the decision whether or not to join in such excursions if all the information is given to us. In the moment, however, with the information handed out piecemeal, I felt cornered; pressured into taking part in an activity that felt wrong to me at the time, and still does.

Peer pressure is a very real thing, professor, and we are all susceptible to it from time to time. With my peers all engaged in the lesson, I felt as though I was disrupting the lesson with my questions, and I did not want to be impeding their interest and involvement. As such, I swallowed my objections and did as you asked, but I was not, and am not, comfortable with the action of capturing someone else's dream to use as a prop for my learning. I was fortunate enough to find a dream that was mine, but if I had chosen not to select a dream, would I still have been able to take part in what came after" Would I have learned how to manipulate dream energies, if I had gone with my instincts and refused to capture something that does not belong to me" It concerns me that you seem to be so dismissive of other peoples' private thoughts and wishes, and seemingly unconcerned with the very real problems presented by a violation of that privacy.

However, that said, I did enjoy the challenge of making something from the dream I had chosen manifest. It isn't an area of magic I am ever likely to study, or to have a use for, but it was a fascinating look at how others with magical ability might see and manipulate the world around them. I'd never really considered how other magic users alter their reality; my own ability manifests in very direct, often unpleasant, ways, and though I am still learning how to use it, it will never be more or less than it is. The idea that others can create something from nothing, and that something will be as real as anything else in the world is amazing to me.

So, to summarize ....I believe the field trip was reasonably successful. Others in the class clearly got more out of it than I did, and that is not a reflection on anyone. We all approach things in different ways. However, I think that clear information given beforehand would have made it a more comfortable experience for me, at least, and perhaps having an alternative to the willful violation of someone else's mind would have been expedient.

Sincerely, in the hope that you didn't just combust in fury,

Felicity Storm