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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[couldabeenturbo]

I Can Fly Twice As High

What good are levitating spells if you're a three-foot-tall duck and can't use them on yourself? Dewey was really looking forward to being able to reach some of his homework books in the library by himself, but ... the student levitation spell was, as the prompt so artfully states, not designed for ducks. Therefore, everything that expressed any sort of "student" quality has levitated quite easily.

Dewey himself has not.

His wand and uniform are up by the top shelves, right where he'd wanted to be. He's currently scrambling to grab stacks of books and pile them up to hide behind. Because even though anthropomorphic ducks don't feel a need for pants, once the shirts go away, that gets really embarrassing really fast.

A little help might be needed.


This Fish Is So Raw It's Still Looking For Its Son

Sure, everyone else is busy trying to keep themselves fed, and he's helped Huey with that a little bit, but the more Dewey hears about all the weird things that happened to the food, the more he wants to see some for himself. So he sets out to explore the academy, notebook in hand. Once he finds one - a series of flan stuck to the ceiling like strange, sugary mushrooms - he reaches up and pokes one with the tip of his wand.

"Do you think the five-second rule applies to ceiling food, too?"


School of Rock

Dewey shows up to the self-defense class armed with something ... different. In addition to the wand he's been slowly but steadily getting a little better with, he has a guitar slung over his back. He steps into the dueling space and takes his guitar, setting it down on the floor and drawing his wand. After a few carefully practiced glyphs, some carvings he's made around the soundhole start to glow - what else - blue. He puts his wand back and picks the guitar back up ... and as he starts to tune it, it sounds to those who would recognize such phenomena as though it's plugged in to an amp.

He looks up and smirks at whoever might be considering a duel. "Come at me, bros."


It's No Surprise To Me

Dewey knows how important it is for his siblings to get home - they need to meet Della, especially since he hasn't exactly figured out how to tell them about her, just yet. So he signs up without hesitation.

The problem is, every time he looks in the mirror, his reflection just ... glares at him. It's unnerving for the first day, but on the second day, it starts to talk back.

You're not good enough, you know. You're not learning fast enough. By the time you get back, she'll be bored. She'll have found some other adventure, something better, and she'll be GONE. All because you got yourself yanked out here.

"I know how this works," Dewey tells his reflection. "You think I haven't seen a million movies and read a billion comic books with this sort of thing? You're lying. I'm gonna get home. I'm working on it RIGHT NOW."

By the end of the day, it's not limited to his reflection in mirrors. Water, glass, other people's glasses, anything shiny. Which includes CHRONOS' ever-present face... which means he's constantly getting berated and heckled. By himself. At the proper time of day, he whips around and hollers, "CHRONOS, ARE YOU EVER GONNA QUIT IT?"

To his credit, the giant floating watch replies, "Give it about twenty-four hours or so."

Dewey snatches up the nearest tablecloth and throws it over his familiar with a groan.

"You think that's gonna work, that's SO CUTE."

Cue a ragged scream.

Raw

[areasontohope]

Yuki had figured he was the only one that had seen this place with the upside-down mushrooms. When Dewey came in, he looked over at the other more in curiosity than anything else. But then he noticed the other student poking at them. So he turned his head away politely.

At hearing the question, the gray head looked back. Setting his stuff down, Yuki headed over and looked up a little better than he had been before.

"I think they've been up there longer than five seconds."

[couldabeenturbo]

"But they're flan," Dewey persisted. "Pretty rubbery. If we get one down we could probably rinse it down and still eat it."

[areasontohope]

He's side eying the flan looking things that are innocently stuck upside down on the ceiling.

"We could get one down, but I'm not eating it. For all we know it could be poisonous." Yuki said flatly.

[couldabeenturbo]

"Poisonous?" He gave Yuki an odd look. "It's flan. Have you never had flan before? It's a pudding, the darker stuff on the bottom is kinda like caramel... No poison involved unless you're, eye-dee-kay, lactose intolerant."

[areasontohope]

"How are you sure it's a dessert?" Yuki's still staring at the things. And it took him a minute to put together Dewey's eye-dee-kay comment but he said nothing. "I can reach one, but you're going to test it."

He was going to rush Dewey to the infirmary too if needs be, but he didn't say that out loud. But then he found a way to get up there and started to get to work.

[couldabeenturbo]

"Because I had it in South America after we found the fabled scepter of El Dorado," Dewey said, watching him find a way up to the ceiling.

"And I've got no problem with testing. It can't be worse than my mom's baking skills. ... Nice climbing. I missed that handhold, you've got a good eye."

[areasontohope]

"You had a flan from a ceiling in South America.." This was said in a deadpan sort of voice.

And he almost slipped when he heard the comment about his mother's baking skills. Yuki himself had nothing in that regard, except Shigure's complaining until Miss Honda had moved into their home and lives.

Tossing down the flan to Dewey once it was dug around, he shook his head as he slowly made his way down.

[couldabeenturbo]

"Oh, no, that one wasn't from a ceiling," he said, impressed as Yuki extracted the dubious dessert. "Hey, toss it down, then you'll have your hands for climbing."

[areasontohope]

He was starting to sound like Webby now, so Yuki tossed the thing, and started back down. And he wasn't sure that he wanted to know the rest of the story.

"If you get poisoned, I have some healing magic."

[couldabeenturbo]

There was a reason he and Webby always won at Game Night - they thought way too much alike. Dewey caught the flan expertly, but waited until Yuki was back on the ground before doing anything with it.

"Would you stop with the poison? I'll be fine!"

With that, he took a bite. The flan, for all its appetizing appearance, had the consistency of rubber cement, and tasted like dust and regret. A shudder started at the tips of Dewey's headfeathers and made its way down the length of his body, so strong that it lifted him off the ground for an instant.

He coughed. "... I'm not fine."

[areasontohope]

He definitely had his doubts but waited. And Dewey didn't look so good after taking a huge bite out of the flan type thing.

Yuki's eyes got big though when the other went straight off of the ground. Well that had been certainly..unexpected.

So he went over to the duck after the ground had been touched again, and put his hands on Dewey's shoulders, offering a quick prayer of healing magic to course through the affected duck.

[couldabeenturbo]

"Whoa! That tingled." Dewey wiggled a little bit, fluffing his feathers before hucking the flan back up to the ceiling, where it instantly re-adhered itself. "Thanks! ... Uh, I'm Dewey, by the way."

Fly (post sushi)

[fatedsacrifice]

He's heading back to his dorm hopefully to get a good night's rest. Noctis no sooner stood up and walked towards the door when he saw Dewey scrambling. So at first, he's just going to stand there and try to figure things out. And then, he has to help the little guy.

So the king walked over and shook his head at the stack of books that the other was so intent on trying to stack.

"Should I even ask what's going on?" There may or may not be the slightest hint of amusement in his voice at this point.

[couldabeenturbo]

Dewey let out a squeak of embarrassment and hid himself as best he could.

"AbsolutelynothingiswrongeverythingisfineI'mnotnakedinpublic."

[fatedsacrifice]

Dewey sound panicked as he took off faster than Noct would ever think that anyone could. But his mind finally registered what the duck had said and shook his head.

Following the stacked books with his eyes, he noticed what looked like clothes on top of the shelves.

"Were you after the stuff up here?" The king asked this, hoping against hope that he wouldnt have to run into a naked Dewey.

[couldabeenturbo]

"Yeah," he said miserably, his voice muffled by the stacks. "There was a book up there I needed for my homework, and I to levitate myself. For some reason my clothes forgot to bring me along for the ride!"

[fatedsacrifice]

Noct laughed quietly though he really did feel bad for the kid. With a sigh he decided to try and help because he's done that a lot back home with all of the running around and errands that he did for others back home.

Still, it would be a bit of a reach even for him. Stretching up as much as he could on his feet, the king grabbed the stuff after fishing a bit for it.

And he narrowly missed getting hit by the falling wand.

"I think I've got everything."

hdu call him a side quest

[couldabeenturbo]

"Really? Wow, thanks." He hesitated, then piped up again with a bashful, guilty chuckle. "Can you reach Mnemonic Tonal Phemes too, while you're at it?"

But he's an adorable fluffy sidequest, like chocobos!

[fatedsacrifice]

"That..much might be a stretch.." Literally, a stretch for a guy who was only like 5'9". But he got up on more tippy toes, stretching himself again to his full height and then some. At first his hand could detect nothing, but then he tried again.

After a few more seconds, he got the requested thing. This kid was making him work for it, but that was okay because helping others was what the king did. Letting out a breath, Noctis sighed once he had the item.

Bending down, he retrieved the fallen wand too and sighed. Obviously the kid was hiding so privacy was desired. But he's staring at shelves and afraid to look around.

"So..how do you want me to give you back your stuff?"

.... he'll .... allow it if you let him ride one someday

[couldabeenturbo]

"Thanks, buddy. You're the best." Another shuffle and rustle, and then a hand appeared through the stacks. "Can you just pass my clothes through? Then I can come get the rest."

You bet your tailfeathers if chocobos were here, he'd so do that

[fatedsacrifice]

Good thing he never charges Dewey. This king does stuff for free and always will.

Seeing the hand appear, Noctis handed the robes while he noted to himself that levitation spells might not be the best thing if clothes got lost somehow in the shuffle.

Putting the rest of the stuff in a small pile, he stepped back to give Dewey some room.

Bless those FF constants...

[couldabeenturbo]

It didn't take long for Dewey to dress himself, and soon enough he dashed around the corner to hug Noctis' calves.

"You're the best. The absolute best. I am never, ever using that dumb old magazine for spells uh-GAIN."

[fatedsacrifice]

The little duck could move fast and suddenly the king was being hugged around his legs. This made him feel awkward but he tried to pat Dewey on the head. Noctis was just doing what he could, like he had with all of those other people back home.

Still, he couldn't repress a shy sort of smile. And he thought of the guys back home who would laugh to see something like this happen.

"Just..glad I could help."

[couldabeenturbo]

Dewey stepped back, picking up on that awkward vibe as though he'd added tinfoil to his empathetic antennae.

"Whoa, dude, are you okay? It's cool, you know. You and me are friends, right?"