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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[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?"

[unswervingcompanion]

Hendrik nodded again, a month or two was shorter than his own timespan. His saving grace was the Luminary's presence, at least he hadn't lost sight of his oathsworn charge. For that much he could be thankful.

Letting go of Roxas, he stopped to think. "I have been here since..March. But there are still others who claim to be here longer than that."

[twilightskey]

"March... that's a long time ago." And yet there were still people here who had been here longer than that...

"And no one's found a way back yet?"

[unswervingcompanion]

The purple head shook. "Others have found their way, but they simply disappear. And no amount of explanation from those that are here or their superiors have been able to give a straight answer."

Yes, this knight has tried himself many times.