As we emerged into the bright sunlight of the early afternoon I blinked rapidly while my eyes ached from adjusting too rapidly. I looked over at Marc and was relieved to see the last of the visira fading into motes as we emerged. I was saddened as the dagger I had grabbed was also dwindling away outside of its original environment. Not all was lost as the wand and the chain mail appeared to be as real as objects forged of mana could be. Which raised a lot of E=MC^2 related questions about what exactly mana was and how it fit.
While shaking away the post conflict adrenaline crash I said ” Okay, we need to do more of those as soon as possible.” Marc gave me an incredulous look and replied “ Are you shitting me? I almost died in there!” I feel a little guilty and say “ But you didn’t, now check your stats and allocate your free points. But this is a source of power not controlled by anyone. It won’t be long until those who have power start to restrict it. We need to run with it hard and fast if we are going to get ahead of that crackdown.”
He gave me a miserable look and replied “ Okay, dammit, fine. If I want to run with this build I have to fight anyway. “ We felt an odd surge as the rift behind us suddenly collapsed and the motes comprising it shot away, many drawn into the two of us.
Mr. Beckmen looked over from behind the sideline bench and called out “ Oh good, are you two alright?” I walked over and showed him the video on my phone I had recorded during the whole event.
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The camera work was horrible and the audio a little muffled thanks to how I was holding my phone. But the point that we had just engaged in a bloody and brutal fight to the death against fantasy creatures got through well enough.
The poor man looked ready to faint. He looked at the two of us and in a firm voice said “ As far as the administration is concerned that didn’t happen. You two walked in, flicked a rock or something and walked out causing it to collapse.” We looked at him blankly for a moment before we both nodded our heads.
Marc said ”Well my study hall is almost over so I should get going. I’ll see you after school” He then strode off, presumably to get his things and go to math if I was correct. Marc loved math, so I understood his desire not to miss it. Mr. Beckmen just said “ I don’t know that many teachers are going to be all that prepared to teach given the events of today so far.” I shrugged my shoulders. I only had a study hall left for the day that I normally used for homework. I decided I was going to see just how broken my interactions with the internet really were. As we walked back to the building Mr.Beckmen spoke up “ For what it’s worth, I believe you are right about the nature of this new source of power and how it will play out, but I wish to add a word of caution from an old man. Those in power will seek to crush those early to the field as a matter of course. If you wish to take that route I might suggest both discretion and caution as you move forward.” Well that’s reassuring. As we got back to the classroom I thanked him for his advice and went to the library to test some ideas out.