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]

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."

[areasontohope]

It always made Yuki wonder when the small healing spells that he could do worked. Sometimes he thought about changing houses, but didn't exactly know what that would entail.

When the other fluffed his feathers, he'd stepped back of course and watched the flan almost unsurprisingly stick back up to the ceiling.

Hearing the other talk, he nodded. "It's nice to meet you, I'm Yuki Sohma."

[couldabeenturbo]

"Cool name! What house are you in? I'm in Eiather, but I'm wondering if I should be somewhere else. It's all weird religion stuff, and I'm not really sure I like the required classes."

[areasontohope]

"I'm in the same house." Yuki said, a little dazed that Dewey was saying the things he'd thought about.

"But I don't know if you can just change houses."

[couldabeenturbo]

"Wait, seriously? You too? Dude!" Dewey brightened, holding up a hand for a high five. "It's like we're brain twins! Which house would you want to go to, if you could?"

[areasontohope]

Yuki wasn't sure what this new thing was with the hand, but he put his to the duck's, which seemed to make him happy.

"I was thinking I should ask to change to the Aer et Calculum house. But I wasn't sure if it was against the rules."

And there was one more reason he didn't want to change houses, but he wouldn't get into that.

[couldabeenturbo]

"Ooh, which one is that? I gotta admit, I only know Webby's house and Louie's, because I go see them all the time."

Speaking of Louie, a plan was brewing. If it was against a rule, he was pretty sure his little brother could find a way to help bend it to their needs. He'd just have to make it worth his while, somehow. That would really be the trick of it.

[areasontohope]

"They're the ones that have the silver and black robes. They deal in Thaumaturgy." Offensive spells were something he could somehow combine with the martial arts that he knew. Or it was just a theory at this point that it could be done, but if it could, it might work better for him.