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]

He half expected a smart remark or for this to escalate. And when it didn't, the king wasn't quite sure what to do. Kuja didn't fight him which made him wonder what had changed and when.

So for a few moments he didn't even have a reply because he was so dumbfounded. So silence reigned between them and once the other spoke again, Noctis tried to find the words to say that he'd been wanting to.

He half thought to reach out but he played it safe instead because he couldn't be sure of how the other would react to the gesture.

There was more hesitation, but finally he managed a little bit in a soft tone.

"How about for someone who's on your side and has your back with that sword you're talking about?"

[treno_nobleman]

It wasn't the first time someone had ever reached out for him, offering a hand in kindness, no weapon to bear, nothing looking for his life at the end of a blade. But it was no less comfortable now or comforting than it had been before, with the only individual ever to do so. Kuja knew Zidane, as well as a brother could, having lived most of their lives apart and at odds and very nearly at war with each other. He knew his vices, knew his quirks.

Kuja did not, however, know Noctis as well, and that threw him off a few steps. They had had conversations before, they had had interactions. Some familiarity had been gained with it, but Kuja did not expect a camaraderie to come out of it, not like this. Getting his head around that concept was one he still struggled with, though it had been easier over time.

Years in the upper hierarchies of Gaia's society taught him well how to school his expressions, but there might have been a wilder look to his eyes for a brief moment or two when he looked back to the king next. "You barely know me, and we are in no danger. Even should we come under threat, I assure you, your efforts would be exhausted elsewhere."

[fatedsacrifice]

He waited and he could feel the tension pulling at his body. The king thought he had seen wide eyes, but the look was gone as quickly as it appeared.

Noctis blinked then and tried to figure out if his offer was being rejected or not. But he ended up just shaking his head, keeping his arms folded over his chest.

"I meant what I said. And if we come under fire, I'm going to be right there with you."

The king wasn't built as tough as Gladio, nor did he have the tactical side of Ignis, but he knew what he was capable of, even if it was limited.

[treno_nobleman]

Noctis, he had decided, had no idea what it was he wished to protect. As an assumption, most of the warriors of Cosmos and then of Materia were out to save something or someone, out to throw themselves in harm's way in defense of something they deemed precious and necessary. Whatever that meant to them, Kuja knew it was not him.

The man just didn't know any better. Still, he couldn't help a rush of indignation and something akin to annoyance at his persistence and let him keep it anyway. "If only because we are not of this world, I suppose. It will do you no good."

With that, he finally turned and stepped away, as he was wont to do at times. Out of sight, out of mind.

[fatedsacrifice]

Fate seemed to certainly be having fun with him, as Kuja spouted his words and turned to leave. Noctis wanted to chase after him and find out what the hell his problem was, but maybe he'd pushed enough. Damn it he needed Ignis here with him but as he sat down, watching the silver haired man walk away, maybe this was what his friends felt like as he told them to walk tall.

All that talk of being friends and brothers and..he still left them. Yes it was to save the world but maybe that still felt like betrayal to them. His shoulders slumped and he sat quietly.

His fists clenched at his sides as he thought about things but he'd leave the other alone tonight. The question was why did he keep walking away? What was he doing wrong? He didn't have answers, so all he could do was sit and think until he decided to just go home.