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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[fatedsacrifice]

Noctis was about to reply when Dewey brought up music. He himself hadn't dealt with any instrument since he was a boy. There had been all sorts of things he could've learned and probably should have dealing with music, but the one instrument that he liked was the piano.

He couldn't help but smile a little at the enthusiasm he was hearing. "You sound like a big fan."

[couldabeenturbo]

"Music makes everything better," he nodded. "Honestly, it's the thing I was the most worried about here because there's no VidTube, no MP3 players, no streaming radio stations... But then I found out most people just make fheir own. So if I teach myself to get better, I can have any kind I want. And I can help make things better, too!"

[fatedsacrifice]

"You..know about that stuff too?" And here Noctis had been convinced he was the only one who knew of that kind of technology. When he'd tried to explain it to others, like cellphones and video games on said cellphones, he got looks like he was from another world.

While that was true of course, the king didn't figure that he was that far technologically advanced than anyone else. And he'd been proven so.very.wrong. many times.

Dewey had a point though and Noct didn't doubt the words and he was intruiged. So he nodded in agreement. "Music can help with a lot of things."

It was then that he'd thought of the song that had played when the four had started out on their journey and the Regalia had broken down.

[couldabeenturbo]

"Yeah! I even had an internship at one of the biggest tech companies in Duckburg, once. But I quit because the owner is a huge trash parrot." He grinned. "I do really miss my phone, though."

[fatedsacrifice]

He had no idea what a trash parrot was, but it didn't even remotely sound flattering. So he half laughed with the mental image of people that he might describe that way.

"I miss my phone too." But then again dead kings didn't need them. Shaking his head slightly, Noctis tried to chase away the darker thoughts that he was having so he refocused on the music thing.

"You mentioned music though right? What sort of instruments have you seen here?"

[couldabeenturbo]

"Ehhh, mostly the kind of stuff people play at those old-timey fairs," he shrugged. "Flutes, drums, lutes, horns. ... They do have guitars, though. I'm trying to find a glyph combination that'll make one sound like an electric guitar... but it's all this distortion stuff and physics and sound theory and it's making my brain hurt..."

[fatedsacrifice]

He thought a minute. "Have you checked out all the places here? In the city I mean." This had Noctis thinking. Music could be magic in itself, but he wasn't sure magic could duplicate an old fashioned instrument, though phones still had their own appeal regarding music.

The king himself hadn't gone around to go look, but it would give him some motivation to go exploring. Couldn't hurt, right?

[couldabeenturbo]

"Nooooo, I didn't even think of that. I haven't really gone out to the city too much since I got here. I mean, I went out to get my supplies, but -" He stopped short. That had been when Webby had been turned crazy by that wish granting demon genie thing, and it hadn't exactly been a good memory.

"-I haven't really been much since then."

[fatedsacrifice]

"Well then that'll make two of us that need to get out there." Noctis replied with a nod. He used to go exploring for unknown reasons and then there was all of the monster hunting quests and people needing help quests.

It was a sobering thought that he hadn't bothered to do the one thing he'd done when he was younger and now he had all the time in the world.

[couldabeenturbo]

"Next thing that comes up in town, then," he said, holding out a hand, "we go together. Deal?"

[fatedsacrifice]

He nodded and offered his hand to Dewey. "You got it."

[couldabeenturbo]

One firm handshake, which he resolved to turn into a secret handshake and embellish the next time they met. "Deal! I'll let you know on the bulletin board, or something!"

[fatedsacrifice]

"Alright, I'll be looking for it, promise." Noctis said with a nod. And this king always kept his promise. It was nice for someone to want to include him in things, it was something he didn't realize he'd missed.