July Event Log

[magicademymods]

July Event Log A Reading Rainbow Though the publication is ordinarily drier than dry toast Modified to be drier than dried toast, this quarter's issue of Thaumaturgy Today is all the rage around campus. The reason: a series of advances in motile spells! Easier and more powerful than those found in your standard book of spells (any grade), these spells achieve their power by specificity. One spell for lifting fruit, one for lifting laundry, one for lifting books, the list goes on. Though Professor Loshakle is deep at work writing a blistering reply criticizing every nuance of these spells, outside of his wrathful gaze the spells flourish as people practice them on everything they can. Copies of the issue are easy to get your hands on, if you want to give these new spells a whirl. On the other hand, your stuff or you yourself might fall victim to the spells of other students, whether by mistake or cruel jest. And woe betide those not human -- since no spell explains how to lift an anthropomorphic duck or a robot, for example, enterprising students are particularly eager to come up with one on their own, and there's only one way to test such things... It's Raw, You Donkey! There was an incident. Mistakes were made. Rice balls were detonated. Puddings were animated and sent on rampages. A cheesebread was found lodged in Makerion Keep, sunk to a depth of three feet in the walls. Whatever happened, and no one seems to have details... the Great Hall is closed and no food is being served. So... what're you going to eat? Several pop-up stands have emerged, as enterprising students try to cash in, but that costs money and who knows how the quality is. Headmaster Birony keeps showing up with pies, having made several savory ones that taste really good, actually, but can you really live on pie alone? (And do you really trust Headmaster Birony?) Some students have taken to the ultimate last resort: cooking. As it happens, the skills of the chef and of the aspiring mage are not exclusive in principle, but generally learning the one means little time to devote to the other. Faced with an oven or a grill, can you muster up the capability to make something edible? Or will you burn the water and turn bread back into grain, and thus have no choice but to avail yourself of pricey booth cooking or Cam-pies? Of course, the Great Hall will PROBABLY be open again soon, you might be able to last until then... The Defense Association In light of certain recent activities, like horrible monster attacks, Professors Trammel and Kith have teamed up to provide self-defense lessons to students who so desire. Purely optional, this extra class at the end of the school day promises study in shields, wards, basic attack spells, and mobility spells (because sometimes the best thing is to run like heck). Needless to say, these classes are quite the adventure! Students find themselves in dueling circles quite frequently, expected to carefully deflect each other's spells. Hopefully you've got the knack of it; the practice spells they have taught you don't cause any harm, but they sting like the dickens! Research on the Sundered Conflict. Conflict seems to be key. As near as the researchers can tell, all the Sundered lead lives that are simply not ordinary, and their experiments in conflict from last month produced results they didn't expect (as you all have learned) but that are most promising. Professor King herself has taken the lead on this experiment, and she warns anyone who volunteers that it is likely to be very dangerous, and they will be taking this very slow. They are, she explains, going to try to bridge the gap between you and the world you came from. A SMALL bridge, a proof of concept, no portal home and celebrations yet. But they hope it will work, and be the first step towards getting you back where you belong. If you agree, they get to work. Any student who undergoes this process immediately regains a power of their choice. It does not have to be on their application, and you do not have to provide proof during AC. It's here now. Only if you do not have a power to regain, you may regain an item instead. The price? For the next three days, you will be haunted by visions of your greatest enemy, your most hated foe, or the person you least wish to see in the world. Perhaps you hear their laughter in the darkness of your room at night. Perhaps you see a fellow student as them. Perhaps they are taunting you from just behind your shoulder... Whatever form it takes, for three days, you will be at their mercy. Or the mercy of your own mind's imagining them. Or perhaps a combination of the two. Who can say...?

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[mithrarin]

Hat's Off

[Teeth gritted and one hand clamped firmly on his hat, Dust stalks from the Great Hall to Kedrigan Hall fuming and cranky. One of those new levitation spells works on hats, as it turns out, and for some reason a lot of people think yoinking his is the best idea in the word.]

[Grumpy and out of tempered, Dust isn't in much of a mood to be nice. And any sudden movement around him is likely to be met with him whirling and dropping his free hand to the hilt of one sword -- because he's been caught by people drawing wands often enough to get sensitized very quickly indeed.]

There's a Hunger Brewing

[Dust -- Dust likes his food. A lot. He says he has a sweet tooth, and that's true, but he has a tooth for a lot of everything else too. The lack of food is hitting him hard.]

[Which is why he's staring at some of the pop-up booths, one hand in his pocket to count and recount the coins there by touch. His focus has been on training and practice, not earning money, so the rather pricey offerings are out of his reach no matter how many times he passes coins between his fingers, like they'll transform into something more worthwhile if he just hopes and thinks hard enough.]

[Not helping matters at all, his stomach growls loudly and without any subtlety at all. He quickly puts a hand to it, hoping no one noticed, but...]

Research

General Gaius.

[Who is Dust talking to? Because he might be looking at you, but you're not General Gaius. Worse still, the low intensity of his voice cuts like a blade, a warning to anyone who hears it that whatever strength the Sen-Mithrarin has will be brought to bear in moments, swift and unyielding.]

So you've come here as well. Did you learn your lesson? Are you done? Or must I purge your madness from another world?!

[In a blurred motion, Dust yanks both swords free and drops into a ready stance, the Blade of Ahrah held reverse-grip at his side while Furae crosses his body from her hilt, held by the arm that he holds just below his face.]

[This is probably bad.]

Hat's Off

[woo_oo]

[So clearly what he needs is for someone to call for him, right next to him, to make his nerves explode.]

Hi Dust! What're you doing?

[mithrarin]

[Dust almost jumps out of his skin, honestly. By some miracle he doesn't roll to the side and unsheathe his swords, which is lucky considering how much accidental harm he might do, but he does let out a yelp than becomes a hiss of frustration.]

[Only after a moment of breathing to calm himself down can he answer.] Walking to class.

[woo_oo]

Oh, okay! You just seemed kind of stressed.

[She points to the hilt of his blade - she'd been noticing how tightly that was gripped.]

[mithrarin]

[Oh. That. Dust scowls, though the real irritation in his eyes doesn't show thanks to the low brim of his hat.]

People keep trying to magic off my hat. Like it's some sort of joke.

[woo_oo]

Oh, I bet that's pretty annoying. I bet Huey would be like that if it kept happening to him.

Maybe there's a spell you can use to keep it on!

[mithrarin]

If there is, I don't know it. And even if I did, I don't think it'd keep off all these people who just have to try a new trick out.

Hunger

[unswervingcompanion]

Hendrik is making some rounds. He doesn't have to be, but there he is. It's given him something to do when he has 'nothing' to do. He's no chef himself but he's been saving some hard earned coins here and there.

And he was about to try some of the steaks on a stake at one of the pop up stands when he heard someone's stomach growling rather loudly. Turning he saw an unfamiliar face, but the sound that person's body had made was unmistakable.

Without another word, the knight went and purchased the food. Then he brought it over, holding it out to the other.

"These are for you."

[mithrarin]

"Huh?" Dust lifted one hand in surprise, which showed on the half of his face that was visible as well even as he accepted the stake out of pure reflex. "I... thank you. I owe you one."

This was, if nothing else, embarrassing as can be. But also a kind gesture, one he didn't want to make a scene over refusing out of his own pride. That would be unfair.

[unswervingcompanion]

The knight shook his head. This wasn't a matter of owing anyone anything and was secretly relieved when the offered food had been taken.

"Repayment is unnecessary. If you are hungry then you should eat."

This was said in a soft tone, not at all like the matter of fact one he would usually use. But there was nothing to correct here, it was just a simple matter of fixing an issue.

[mithrarin]

"Well, now my pride is hungry and needs to eat at some point," Dust returned with a smile. "Especially since I take some blame for not getting myself at least a little something to get me through."

[unswervingcompanion]

There was almost a smile because he completely understood what Dust had said. "Then repay the favor to someone else in their time of need. And in the meantime, if you will require other assistance, there is no shame to admit that."

Hendrik was a knight, and one of their codes back home in Heliodor was to serve the weak untiringly. While Dust might not be weak, he seemed to be in need of aid. And the knight wasn't going to turn away until he was sure the other was going to be alright.

[mithrarin]

"As soon as an army or two shows up that needs to be stopped, I'll get right on that repayment." That might be an exaggeration, but not much of one. "I'll just need to find some way to make a little money soon, to keep this from happening again..."

Hunger

[twilightskey]

[Roxas has no idea what happened, but all of a sudden, the Great Hall was shut down. He's irritated at whoever caused this, because he, too, likes food. But at least there's some booths nearby to ease that hunger.]

[He doesn't have much coin on him, but he has some. He's eying one of the stands when he blinks, hearing the loud growling stomach. He turns, surprised to see a familiar face.]

...Was that you?

[mithrarin]

Uh. [No hiding it. Dust puts a hand to his stomach, embarrassed.] Yeah. That was me. Sorry.

[twilightskey]

It's okay. You must be really hungry.

[Seriously, he heard it from where he was standing.]

Were you wanting to get in line? Sorry, I'm still deciding... I can let you go first.

[mithrarin]

Oh, I was -- still thinking too. [Dust grabs on to that convenient excuse quickly, maybe too quickly.] There's a lot to choose from, but who actually is good at making food, you know?

[twilightskey]

Yeah. I'm surprised how many choices there are. I guess people from different worlds have different foods, huh?

[The question does make him hum.]

Well, I only really know one person... though, he only knew how to cook as long as there was a rat in his hair.

[mithrarin]

I -- what?

[What do you even say to that? There's just -- there's no -- what?]

Research

[hyperdrivemonalisa]

[Probably? There's no probably about it--this is bad. One of the most capable warriors on campus is losing it, and there's nobody around to stop him. It almost makes her laugh when her bracelet immediately starts playing a certain song as if she'd known what she was getting into!]

Ugh, somebody's got a sense of humor. Unfortunately, at the moment, it's not you, is it? [Looking over at Dust with a small frown on her face.]

Dust, wake up! Whatever you're seeing isn't happening! [That doesn't mean that Isabel doesn't pop up a force field around herself. She trusts Dust. She doesn't trust whatever's eating him. Not one bit.]

[mithrarin]

[Dust's voice tightens, the anger he feels becoming slightly more personal.]

You still refuse to listen. I'm doing this because I choose to. I'm not who you think I am!

[hyperdrivemonalisa]

I don't know who General Gaius is, and even if I did, he's not here! [There might be a rising note of panic in her voice, now--Isabel can, at best, hold Dust off or hold him there until Chaos could get a teacher, or one noticed, but--well, there's no buts, is there?

She's got to be the one to do it. Even if here, Isabel doubts herself.] Ahrah, please, tell him it's not real! [Assuming the swords aren't afflicted like Dust is. Ahrah might be able to help, but Furae--Furae likes fighting, so in that aspect, she's screwed!]

[mithrarin]

I have tried, but even I doubt what I know to be true.

What?! Hey! What about me?! I'm twice as good as Mr. Precious Blade of Elysium over there! Ask me!

[hyperdrivemonalisa]

[Well, shit. This is the last thing Isabel expected, to be sure--but she'll give it a shot, why not?]

Damn it, Ahrah!--Furae, I owe you an apology, I thought you'd only want to fight. [Knowing what she did of Dust's familiar blade.] But--I am sorry, and if you're willing to try, I'll gladly accept your help!

[mithrarin]

You're not worth fighting!

You hear that, Dust? [The blade abruptly twists in his grip to smack him in the face. With the flat, fortunately, but the hit comes so entirely out of nowhere that Dust reels back, ducking his head to avoid another blow.] Ow! Hey!