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SkyeOfStarsRio Vega
// A Glorious Day to be sure > Colosseum //
To say he was running late would be an understatement for anyone else that actually cared about such things such as being on time. It was a miracle in and of itself that the young lad was able to get up on time. That combined with the multitude of questions he berated the person who was simply trying to get his information before giving him a number, did not help his timing. He almost didn’t even make it through the door. Quickly given a number and pushed along into the coliseum. Number 329 wasn’t that bad of a number, right?
What took the longest for the registration was him trying to remember the name of the town he was from. An orphanage in Nean and convincing the man that even though he looked and acted like he was 12 he very much was 15. Having to go as far as producing his grimoire just to get through. The near sea of people in the space didn’t help him either. Not because of any feelings of claustrophobia or anxiety but awe. The people, the colors, the sounds, the smells, the sheer volume of mana that was abundant in the area had the young lad starstruck. He was even able to snatch an apple away from someone who was balancing it in the air. What was he supposed to do when someone just left some food in the air?
Dipping and dodging through the crowd apple in hand and someone shouting about something behind him. Passing by many more participants giggling as he went occasionally giving someone a compliment on their looks or something unique about them. Then came a wonderous sound of trumpeting horns signaling the beginning of the event. The captains all looked magnificent he really liked all of them and couldn’t pick a favorite. Finding the black bulls captain to be very interesting, as Rio wasn’t sure if he has ever seen an elf before.
Then the rounds started, names and numbers being called. Rio’s expressions looked as if the displays of magic were the most amazing thing he’s ever seen. Not even the strange looks or side eye he received from some of the others was enough to stop him shouting and cheering for the other participants. It did not stop some murmurs like “what’s with this lost child?”. From the smallest breeze to the hardest hit, he cheered for them all with his boundless energetic movement’s.
There were still a few that stood out to him that he could remember. There was a lady that a lot of the other participants starred at, she was using some kind of explosion magic that nearly blew his socks off. Then there was this other guy that had some really cool bright magic and he punched the pillar, it looked like it hurt. The next one that stood out was a pink haired girl about his size, she had an interesting technique for the magic bullets, two at a time, but that wasn’t the best part. The best part was she teleported the stone just so it would crush itself.
The next guy was pretty cool too he shot a bunch at the disks and almost hit all of them then threw some arrow spells at the column. A fiery person caught his attention next. She was bright and her magic was hot like the sun guy but more intense. There was also a snake guy that looked like he was doing something with them but he couldn’t quite tell what kind of magic the boy was using in order to cast his spells. A mystery. Followed by a pot head? Or maybe that wasn’t the right saying? Anyway, the guy was really angry at something. He was doing really good with the ranged stuff then went all out against the pillar with some hot water magic thing. The next one that came to mind was interesting, she was really good with the magic bullets and then when it came to the pillar she struck it with both her feet at the same time. It took a good chunk out of it too.
“329 Rio Vega”
And then there was also this flashy lady, it almost blinded him by the intensity but he wasn’t sure if it was from the magic or the person. Either way, it was a good show. The last one that really stood out to him was this other guy, his magic bullets had a cool shape but what was really awesome was that he summoned a sword. It had a strange shape, but it was still amazing. It even made a funny sound when it hit the big pillar.
“329 Rio Vega”
The young lad almost missed his name being called for the first two tests. Getting caught up with his own cheers and laughter at the amazing displays of the others around him. Sure, he had been around plenty of magic before but nothing as varied as this. “Hey my name is also Rio.” Pausing for a moment to think, “oh, right that’s me!” He blurted out to no one in particular.
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Rio quickly skipped out to where the proctor was at just as so many did before him. He was wearing loose fitting clothes with a heavy kind of green cloak that trailed behind him. The boy looked a little dirty but still had a smile plastered on his face. Giggling he waved to the captains and called out to the elf regardless as to if they could hear him, “I like your ears, they are really cool!” He stated with a childlike wonder and genuine enthusiasm.
The proctor got his attention again as they began to form the stone squares. Rio in turn hopped back and forth on his legs and began to sway slightly. He knew that the hand cannon was far too cumbersome for this task, so magic bullets would have to suffice. Rolling his shoulders and bringing up his fists his stance was caught somewhere between dancing and getting ready to fist fight someone.
“Begin.”
The proctor started and the disks began moving but Rio was slow to respond. His slight hesitation being a change in the way he was going to use his attack. Instead of the powerful strikes that would be quick he opted for a weaker strike. His fist struck out toward the first target gathering a small ball of purple that flew off towards the target then another and another.
It seemed he was focusing on volume over power as many purple balls shot off toward the disks with each swing. Most missed and each square took at least two hits to break. Leading the targets seemed to be an issue for him, one that he still tried to make up for by being relentless. Still, he never stopped until the time ran out and he could take a breather. He made a bit of an over exaggeration on how tired this made him, bent over with his hands on his knees and breathing hard. All to push the image that he had used a significant amount of his mana when in truth he hadn’t.
The boy quickly shook off his weariness with a smile and a laugh without a care in the world for how many of the targets he took down. This was the most fun he has had all week and now he could have even more fun with the pillar. Taking out his grimoire, the thick book floated in front of him a three-leaf clover on a purple background with what looks to be broken glass covering it in thin white lines. It folded itself open and turned through many pages to a sudden stop.
Changing his stance so his left shoulder and leg were pointed at the pillar, his left hand looked as if it was supporting some kind of tube while his right hand was aligned with it in a fist. The semi-transparent form of a purple tube began to wrap itself around his right fore arm extending about a foot past his body. At the knuckles of his fist an oversized magic bullet formed in a bright purple oval. The shapes of the barrier began to contort and twist putting pressure on the bullet while a slow whining sound grew louder and louder with the accelerating spin of the bullet in its chamber. “Hand! Cannon!” pronouncing each word on its own like it took effort to say it.
BANG!!
Two simultaneous dust cloud formed as the sound went off. One at the pillar and one that was quite obviously Rio being sent tumbling in the opposite direction. Recovering quickly, the boy stood back up on shaky legs brushing himself off, “Did I hit it?” he asked cheerfully. The dust clearing to reveal that he had indeed hit the side of the column carving out a half circle chunk out of its side and cracking a good portion of it.
Rio gave another smile and wave then skipped back into the area with the rest of the participants. Waiting for the next test and taking a moment to rest while he watched and cheered for the few remaining applicants taking their test.
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Then the time came for the next test. It was time to fly and Rio couldn’t be happier. With his broom in hand he quickly mounted it and began to float up a couple feet without given any instruction on if he should or not. He was already behind the line and took the small amount of time to roll over on the thing a couple times with a giggle. The ability to fly was one of the many things he always wanted, now it would be very difficult for others to catch him that might still be looking for him.
He did stop after a few times when he got a little dizzy from his antics and resumed listening to the proctor. They were talking about something being caught and the trial ending. At least he knew he couldn’t do much for offense on something like this, well not lethal anyways. The thought of being a trouble maker for some of his peers did intrigue him and he knew just how to do it. It would also be good practice.
As the signal to begin was sounded Rio flew up as fast as he could to get a better view of the chaos in front of him. Swiftly pulling out his grimoire, he began to focus on two of the golden orbs. They were fast little things but he could still concentrate enough to pick out two from the melee. “Sentinel” he spoke forming two small barriers around two random golden orbs. He wasn’t going to do this forever but he wanted to throw in his own kind of tricks into the midst as well. And to further test his ability to fly and concentrate, a skill he was sure he would have to learn eventually. Rio dived into the scuffle but not with the intention of grabbing one just yet, this was just training.
@Zeroth
