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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[twilightskey]

It's Raw
[Roxas is not a chef. He's the farthest from it. In fact, the most he really knows about cooking is vague snippets of memory from his time in Sora's heart, where the boy had learned to cook thanks to a rat tugging on his hair and directing his movements. So while Roxas has a basic idea of what cooking is, hands-on? He's got no experience.]

[But that doesn't stop him from somehow being tossed behind a stove, working on... he's honestly not sure. It's a meat dish of some kind - What was it called again? Beef sauté? In any case, he's mostly going off of the vaguest of vague ideas, and it's turning out... well, it doesn't smell too bad?]

[He'll serve up a plate of this dish to any hungry student who stops by to order some food. He hopes it tastes good, and offers a wry grin at those who aren't quite satisfied with the dish.]

Sorry... I haven't really cooked things on my own.

Research on the Sundered
[It seemed like a promising idea at first. Any sort of connection back home was something Roxas desperately wanted, and despite the dangers Roxas was willing to try, if it meant they could go home sooner. But now that it's actually undertaken, he's wondering if he made a mistake volunteering for this bit of research.]

[It starts with voices. Gentle murmurs, whispered taunts, angry threats. He does his best to ignore them, but as the voices continue, it becomes harder and harder to do so.]

"You really think the truth is going to make you feel better? It won't."
"So it's true. You really are his Nobody. Guess DiZ was right after all."
"You...you were never supposed to exist, Roxas."
"A Nobody doesn't have a right to know. Nor does it even have the right to be."

Shut up...

[He knows the voices are voices of the past. He knows things are different now, and that he's more than just a Nobody; he has a heart of his own, a life of his own. But that doesn't stop the rage from building as, a day or so later, he's confronted in a lone hall with the vision of a man cloaked in crimson robes.]

"I am a servant of the world. And if I'm a servant, then you should consider yourself a tool, at best."

That's not true... things have changed. I'm more than just a Nobody.

"Is that so?"

[He turns, seeing another figure; this time, it's of a man in a long black coat with long silver hair.]

"You think that this supposed life you now have makes you more than just a Nobody? That you still have a right to exist?"

I said shut up!!

[He whips his arms to the sides as his face contorts in anger, the two Keyblades he recovered upon completing this agreement appearing in his hands, and he moves to attack... only he pauses, realizing that the cloaked men are no longer before him, and instead he finds himself face to face with a confused fellow student.]

Huh..?

Research

[couldabeenturbo]

Whoa, hey!

[Dewey holds up both hands, stepping back]

It's okay, dude, no one's after you. ... Are you okay?

[twilightskey]

[Roxas blinks a couple more times before he takes a step back, lowering his Keyblades. He shakes his head.]

S-Sorry, I thought... you were someone else.

[couldabeenturbo]

Pardon him while he totally misinterprets you, Roxas.

"Oh. ... Eh, I get that a lot. What am I apologizing for on Louie's behalf this time?"

[twilightskey]

“Louie?” Roxas blinks, but then shakes his head, dismissing both his Keyblades.

“No, it’s not that. It... I keep hearing someone from my world. Someone who I’m sure isn’t around anymore.”

[couldabeenturbo]

"Oh! You mean, for once, someone didn't think I was my brother? That is so great, you have no ideee----aaaaaaaaaaahhhhhh wait you're hearing voices, that's not good, never mind, forget I said that, wow."

He then walks a circle around Roxas, trying to figure it out.

"Where did those two super-cool swords go?"

[twilightskey]

Roxas just blinks at Dewey, but then chuckles softly.

"You have to do that a lot?" Sounded like trouble.

"Huh? Oh, I just dismissed them." He holds out his hands, and both Keyblades rematerialize in them.

[couldabeenturbo]

"Happens all the time when you're a triplet, believe me." He rolled his eyes. "I'm Dewey. If you think you see me but I'm wearing green, and ruder, and act like I don't care, you're actually seeing Louie. If you think you see me but I'm wearing red, and care way too much about everything and feel the need to tell you how everything works, you're actually seeing Huey. Oh and if you think you see me but I'm a girl, that's Webby, we're not related, we're just the same height and best friends."

[twilightskey]

Huey, Dewey, and Louie... those were interesting names, but Roxas nods, chuckling a bit.

"I think I can remember that. I actually met Dewey and Webby before."

[couldabeenturbo]

"Webby's my best friend. Isn't she neat? I know sometimes she's ... a little bit extra, but she grew up in a great big house with her granny and my sulky old Uncle as her only company until my mrothers and I moved in, too. So there's a lot of stuff she's never seen or done for herself."

[twilightskey]

"She is pretty neat. Pretty funny, but neat." Oh, he's been on the receiving end of her excitable-ness, but rather than be put-off with it, Roxas finds it endearing.

"I think I can understand that feeling." Even though he's not bound to Sora's heart anymore, there's still a lot he hasn't seen or done for himself either. "I bet she's just enjoying having the chance to do things on her own now."

[couldabeenturbo]

"We kinda all are," Dewey shrugged. "I mean, my brothers and me ... and Webby. Usually her grandma and my uncles were always around... and my mom. But I just barely met her before I came here, so..."

He rubs at his arm, self-consciously. One of these days, he really does need to get around to telling the others about Della. As far as he can tell, he's the only one of the foursome who knows.

"Did you come from a place where people were always watching over you, too? I mean - sure, my family's great and we go on all kinds of adventures, but ... on the other hand there's a lot of -" A passable Scrooge imitation - "Dewey, dinnae TOUCH THA'. or whatever."

[twilightskey]

Roxas can't help but chuckle at the impression. "Sounds like he says it a lot, if you can imitate him like that." Was Dewey a bit of a troublemaker, then? Roxas is definitely amused by that.

"Well... yeah, sort of." He nods slowly. "The group I used to be a part of was like that. If I didn't do my assigned tasks, I'd get in trouble." That was... glossing over several details, sure, but his time with the Organization had been more bittersweet, given his situation.

"But it wasn't all that bad. I did meet my best friends there. So, I can see what you mean."

Raw

[unswervingcompanion]

Hendrik isn't about to turn down food, even if he's not really sure what the dish is, or is supposed to be. Since the knight can't really cook himself, he's not about to ridicule anyone else's version of cooking.

Looking at the dish now, there's some sort of meat on it which that had to be a promising sign of something. So he nodded at the boy who had been offering it.

"What is it that you call this?" Because he's not going to guess wrong.

[twilightskey]

"Beef sauté." Roxas says, looking down at the plate. After a pause, he adds, "At least, that's what it's supposed to be. I'm mostly going off of memory, so I don't know if I got it right."

He hopes he did. It at least smelled alright, and nothing looked overly burnt, at least.

[unswervingcompanion]

The grown man before Roxas has just about absolute zero cooking skills so no worries there honestly. He can't judge and he wouldn't.

So the knight tried a little bit of the saute' and to him it was great. "This is very good." And Hendrik was sincere in his praise.

[twilightskey]

“It is?”

Roxas grins, relief on his face as he let out a breath. “Good. I was worried that I got it wrong.”

[unswervingcompanion]

Hendrik nodded to the question.

He was hapy the kid smiled though. There didn't seem to be too many of those here in the claasses as of late. People seemed rather haunted and sleepless instead, and midterms were over.

"At some future point, I would have you share with me as to how to make this."

With food, this knight is a student.

[twilightskey]

“You would?” Roxas blinks, surprised that his attempt at cooking had impressed the other man so much. He scratches the back of his head, but he’s got a small smile on his face.

“Well, I’m not the best, but I wouldn’t mind sharing what I know.”

[unswervingcompanion]

A nod.

"One does not need to be the best in order to achieve good results." He tried a small smile himself in return but it faded quickly because cooking is serious business.

"I would be in your debt. For all of my other skills, cooking is sadly not among them."

[twilightskey]

"Well... you got a point there."

Roxas nods to him, feeling a bit of pride swell in him. Outside of combat and maybe his mild skateboard skills, he doesn't really have many skills to teach people.

"Okay. I'd be happy to."

[unswervingcompanion]

Hendrik knew what he was talking about. He'd almost been bested by swordsmen who hadn't had half as much training as he did. And there were times he had been beaten, which made him train harder.

Standing as was proper, the knight extended his gloved hand to the other. "I am Hendrik."

[twilightskey]

Roxas looks at the offered hand for a moment, before accepting it with his own, giving it a shake.

"I'm Roxas. It's nice to meet you."

[unswervingcompanion]

The boy had a firm handshake, and the knight nodded.

"Well met then Roxas. Have you only recently arrived, or have you been here for some time?" It was only polite to inquire he figured.

[twilightskey]

"No, I just arrived here about a month or two ago. It feels a lot shorter than that, though." Really, between arriving here, reuniting with his friends, and all the crazy things that have been going on, it felt like time flew by.

"What about you? Have you been here long?"