August Event Log

[magicademymods]

August Event Log Speed of Lightning, Roar of Thunder The latest rage in Diatu: portable lightning generators! These little spheres, compact enough to be held in the hand, can launch a miniature bolt of electricity out with flair and pizzazz and surprisingly nonlethal effects. Getting zapped is like getting bit by a horsefly, not much worse. Naturally, all sorts of sports and pastimes have grown up overnight. The new sports of Lightning Tag, Lightningball, and Zap Each Other With Lightning Till Someone Collapses Because We're Tough Guys Dammit routinely break out on campus, while people who think they're funny can't go ten seconds without bolting someone's posterior. So what's your role in this? Eager participant? Sportsman? Buttzapper? Or is your idea totally new and wild? And Break the Laws That They Should Fear A rash of thefts plagues Anastara and the Magicademy both. Nothing huge, nothing heavy -- little things, like food, jewelry, trinkets and knickknacks... because the perpetrators are rats. Large and obviously clever rats, who have somehow wormed their way through defensive enchantments and mundane security both with the fearsome tenacity of their species. Look around at just the right time, and you might spot a rat scrambling for the safety of the caverns, something clutched in its jaws. Maybe something of yours? The Cry Goes Up Both Far and Near Finals draw ever-closer, and right about now students start realizing that maybe they don't understand this or that; maybe they could do with some outside material; maybe a second viewpoint would come in handy. Thus this week brings the Diatu Book Exchange! Outside of the Great Hall, students of all sorts brings books they no longer need and exchange them for books they do. The Book Exchange goes past merely scholarly works, though; time has grown it to encompass books of all sorts, from genre fiction and unlikely stories about seemingly ordinary kids attending an engineering boarding school to comics to philosophical works and more. Come to trade, browse, or lust -- there's something here for everyone! Research on the SUNDERDOG! (Sunderdog!) SUNDERDOG! (Sunderdog!) The research team has learned one important thing: Conflict is the key. The Codification of Sundering is the door. Somehow, of late, something has changed the nature of Sundering magic. They do not know why or how, but the very existence of the concept of Sundering magic now causes summoning anomalies that focus on other worlds, resulting in the transport of the Sundered here. This is, well, bad. The Codifications should not be slipping, not unless something has the power to completely overwhelm the entirety of human thought and will... To test theory more deeply, this month's Research has the Sundered locked in a room with another Sundered, a pair of chairs, and nothing else. The goal is to observe the warp and weft of magic around them with minimal interference from any other source save perhaps each other. So who did you get shut in with, and how long can you just sit and talk without going crazy?

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[noasark]

[SPEED OF LIGHTNING, ROAR OF...Guitar? | OPEN and CLOSED PROMPTS]

[While everyone ELSE is busy making fools of themselves, Noa is up to something else. He's gathered before him a few of those neat little lightning generators, all looped together with copperwire and insulation of some kind. He and Spryo have it set up like a necklace...looped around a log, for now.]

Alright. I'm going to get the orbs to activate...try playing when that happens, hmm?

[The wires lead to the guitar, or at least the ends of the strings. The electricity arcs and zaps, and probably with all that horsefly kick.

BUT IS IT...ENOUGH....

...

Well, regardless of the outcome, others will later see Noa playing around with loops of these electric lightning balls, jotting down notes. Now just WHAT is he up to...]

[CRY FOR BOOKS!]

[Noa's been studying. Have You been studying? Well if you haven't then tough luck, and he'll tell you as much. It's not too late to try, but you'll probably fail. That's your own fault, ultimately.

But he's not one to turn down a good book, and a book exchange is perfect- even if he doesn't necessarily have anything to trade with.] Hmmmm...

I wonder if there's any good History books...

[He picks one up and- ....Oh it's. About someone stuck in a computer.

gross] ...Well that one certainly isn't...

[SUNDERDOG!!!]

[Noa has nothing to regain, but the rules of reality slipping are kind of important- at least in his opinion. So Noa is in this room, with another, on his chair, wishing he had his pendant ocarina. It wasn't allowed. Something about interference.]

Hahhhh...

[Well.] So how long do you think they'll keep us in here, then?

[WILDCARD]

[Got other ideas? Hit Me Up Friend]

Guitar Hero!

[holdyourhorns]

I'm ready to rock if this works...!

[Now here's to the hope these little generators have enough power together to simulate the equivalent of a lightning bolt or whatever that demon djinn made this guitar need. Spyro raises a claw and then strikes the strings for what is meant to be a deep resonating chord of notes.]

[noasark]

Hmm! Alright!

[Here goes the music then! Or, well. The electricity. If Noa's gotten this right, two things should happen- first off, enough charge from the zaps to combine with the strumming for that stupid guitar to work. And, more importantly...

...if it works, it hopefully won't set that log on fire. Because that would mean it would set Them on fire. And, well, that would suck. No one wants to be on Fire.]

[holdyourhorns]

[Being briefly set on fire would just be an inconvenience for Spyro and a single expense of power from Sparx, but it would be pretty bad for the squishy human certainly.

Spyro's strumming doesn't quite squeeze out a triumphant thrum. But some sort of sound that's probably a step in the right direction. Probably needs a huge continuous charge or something.]

... Hm. I think I heard something this time. What do you think?

[noasark]

Hmmm...Something, at least... [Noa squints, eyeing the device and then the guitar.] It's certainly safe, but that's still far-cry from proper music...

[holdyourhorns]

Maybe there's someone who knows a bit more about how everything inside an electric guitar works.

[Which might be a surprising thing to hear from someone apparently good at playing one, but it's not like Spyro decided on rocking out as a full-blown hobby.]

sunderdog

[bearshermark]

[Eleven shrugs, casting a speculative glance to the door]

An hour or so, I'd guess. That should be enough time to.. see whatever it was they're looking for.

[It sounded important, though the details escaped him. He'd only made sure nothing dangerous or traumatizing was expected to happen. Sitting in a room with another person seemed painless enough if it helped.]

Do you want to return to your home world, then?

[noasark]

Hmmm... [Well.] That shouldn't be too bad...it could be worse, I suppose.

...Ah- [Yes, the going home thing. Hm.] Not really- It's pretty much impossible for me to...exist, back home. [Death does that. He's cool about it though.]

The idea of reality's laws changing here seems worrying enough to keep helping out though...and I know others who do want to go home, after all.

[bearshermark]

[He nods, knowing someone in a similar situation, and also able to relate to wanting to help despite his own reservations about returning]

I actually.. think I might be going back soon. It's just a feeling I have, now that I've accomplished what I believe I was brought here to do. I wonder if that's at all related.

[noasark]

You do? [That's...Odd? He thinks it feels odd, somehow.] ...Just what was it you thought you came here to do then?

[bearshermark]

[His hands fold together in his lap]

I needed to regain a power I lost in my world before there would be any reason for me to return. I believe I was sent here as a last resort to have a chance of doing that. And now that I have.. I wonder if there's any reason I would remain for much longer.

Guitar Hero

[mithrarin]

...What are you doing?

[Is that safe? Connecting these things seems like a path to disaster or at least people getting shocked. Careful not to come too close, Dust approaches nonetheless, wary for the prickle of static in his fur.]

[noasark]

Mmmm?

[Noa looks up from his interesting set up, and then back to the orbs.] I'm trying to see if I can create a circuit of some sort- something that could possibly lead to automatic machinery...

[Does he know what he wants? No. Does he know it could be cool? Yes.]

[mithrarin]

I... don't really know anything about it, but that looks a little dangerous. [Devices like that are the province of the Flameless Light, if anything. Falana isn't to that level by any means.]

[noasark]

Mmmmh, even if it strikes, it'll be no worse than a horsefly, [Noa remarks dismissively.] If it DOES work however, we could have something simple for everyone to run...perhaps a calculator. Or even a light system that turns itself off when no one's around.

[mithrarin]

Are you sure? With that many together, it seems like it should hurt a lot more than that. [One is bad enough (and had made his tail go all poofy when he'd been shocked earlier); several together seems worrisome.]

Cry for books

[talkyourwayout]

[Louie overhears Noa's comments. He's not particularly interested in any of the books, but he's taking a look all the same. You never know when you'll find something worthwhile, right? Or a birthday gift for a certain bow-wearing friend.]

History of Anastara in general, or the school? 'Cause I've seen a few about the school's history.

[noasark]

Mnh?

[Oh, hold on-] Ah...you're that duck I met earlier... [Did he get a name actually. If he didn't, Louie won't be hearing it. But anyway.] General history- the school history isn't so hard to find here, I've noticed. But history of the rest of the region? Varies, and I've yet to find anything especially thorough...

[Or, well, as thorough as a history text can be anyway.]

[talkyourwayout]

I don't think we've met, but you might've met one of my brothers. ...Unless you're Kaiba's brother?

[He shrugs.]

I'm Louie, either way. Now, I know there's a class on the history of Anastara, so your best bet is probably finding a textbook used for that.

[noasark]

[A small smirk.] Guilty as charged~

Noa Kaiba. I was in Seto's body before...it's nice to meet you properly, Louie.

As it is, I was hoping to find something other than a school textbook...I'm curious to see how a different point of view proceeds.

[talkyourwayout]

Nice to meet you, too. And well, I guess we can look for one that isn't a textbook.

[Would Louie normally be this thoughtful or helpful? No. But it's just because this is Seto's brother. Nothing about feeling bad about people who are supposed to be dead. Speaking of certain should-be-dead teens...]

Nice hair, by the way. My friend Lena dyes some of her hair pink, but green's the way to go.

DID SOMEONE SAY GUITAR

[couldabeenturbo]

Dewey notices this contraption and is on it like food on a toddler. "Whoa, hey, what'cha making? You play? Need someone to jam with?"

OH BOY spyro will go next

[noasark]

"Mnh-" Oh, Oh boy-

Well, time to explain. "...We're attempting to make Spyro's guitar work. I don't know if you tried bargaining with the demon we briefly had stuck in the fountain... ...but he did."

A pointed look to the dragon.

you rang?

[holdyourhorns]

[Even Sparx is giving the dragon a funny look. But Spyro pays neither of the stares any mind because while he was not able to outsmart a demon, he still got something out of the wish that probably isn't cursed or anything.]

I'm sure you've seen worse than what I have here.

[couldabeenturbo]

"I wished for a boombox," Dewey said, by way of commisseration, and maybe to make the little purple dragon - who was so cool-looking! - feel a little better. "Instead all these brushes started putting stuff all over my face. It was awful. At least you have something you can use!"

He got closer to the guitar and peered at it critically. "What's wrong with it?"