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...?

Comments

[couldabeenturbo]

"Okay, good. I wasn't sure if I just made it weird." He grinned. It wasn't really a big deal, making friends. It was easy. You just decided you liked someone, and that you wanted to get to know them. Bam. Friends.

"So what're you up to? Besides saving my tailfeathers, obviously."

[fatedsacrifice]

Noctis shook his head. The grin on Dewey's face just couldn't be denied and he felt like he'd been adopted. Well the king himself didn't have friends here, except now he totally did. And it felt good, because it was something he missed, as well as missing his friends back home.

"Can't say I've been up to much."

And yes he realized he should probably change that fact.

[couldabeenturbo]

"Wanna do something later? I need to do this homework or I'll never hear the end of it from Huey, but we could totally play ball or find a game or ... or duel or something."

[fatedsacrifice]

"What kind of games do you play?" A pause and a thought. Dewey can..? "And wait, did you say duel?" Really?

[couldabeenturbo]

"All kinds of stuff. Monopoly, checkers, chess - I like being the little horses because they move funny - backgammon, Mouse Trap, Escape the Avalanche, Dusk Armada of Doom ... but if they don't have any board games, card games are good too."

When Noct expresses his surprise at one of Dewey's options, he shrugs. "Yeah. Well, kinda! I have a friend who's teaching me how to be a knight! And there's the regular magic dueling, too."

[fatedsacrifice]

The king's intrigued that this one knows all sorts of games, and he's heard of a lot of them. The Dusk Armada of Doom sounded promising, but hadn't heard of that or the Mouse one or the Avalanche game either.

"I've heard of some of those, wonder if they have them here so we can play."

But again he's taken back by the news that this kid is working on being a knight.

"They have those here? Knights, I mean?"

[couldabeenturbo]

"Well, Hendrik is one, anyway. When I met him, I was so excited to meet a real knight that I asked him if he'd teach me. So ..."

He shrugged, smiling. "They at least have one and a half knights. And libraries have game sections sometimes. We can check and see..."

Dusk Armada of Doom was unfortunately a long shot, since the box was huge, had a million pieces, and usually took the better part of a day to play.

[fatedsacrifice]

Real knights huh..the only one he'd heard of was in a video game. And the closest thing he had to those in reality were members of the Kingsglaive, which were his father's elite soldiers. And he couldn't help but smile at mentally picturing Dewey at being able to teleport, cast spells, use healing potions, and forge weapons from thin air. As the king he could share these powers as he did with the three of his retinue. It was certainly an entertaining thought.

So the smile he returned to the duck wasn't over what he was saying about checking out the gaming sections in the library. But he'd keep that information to himself for now, because he himself had to be able to do those things first. And if he could somehow regain them, and should Dewey prove himself, it would be interesting.

Nodding, Noctis looked at the other. "Sounds like a good plan."

[couldabeenturbo]

Unfortunately, the game section did not have much in the way of the more fun games he'd listed, but there was still a checkers set. Dewey pulled out a chair to clamber up on so he could reach, completely forgetting - already - that there was a taller person there to assist.

[fatedsacrifice]

The king wasn't sure what Dewey was up to when the chair moved, but then he watched as the duck climbed up on it. Soon it became apparent what was going on, so Noctis gently put his arm around the other's midsection and helped lift him to get..whatever it was he was after.

"Don't forget you have help now."

And wouldn't the boys laugh at him back home to hear him say that. This from the guy that told them even after all they'd been through that he didn't need help.

[couldabeenturbo]

"Heh, thanks." He gave Noctis a sheepish grin as he grabbed the checker board. "I found this, though! Wanna play?"

[fatedsacrifice]

He didn't reply at first because he was making sure he didn't drop Dewey in the prcocess of the duck grabbing..whatever it was that he was grabbing.

But once the other was safely on the ground, Noct's blue eyes inspected the thing that he was being asked to play.

"Checkers? Been a long time since I've played."

If this was one of the guys back home, he'd brag about how he'd beat their asses, but Dewey was a different case altogether. Still, the king nodded.

"Let's do it."

OK with fading this out on the game?

[couldabeenturbo]

"Me too. Usually I like stuff that's a little more complicated, but it looks like a lot of those games here use magic, and I already screwed up one spell today..."