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August Event Log

Speed of Lightning, Roar of Thunder

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!)

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I.. [He grimaces] Well I wasn't for a few days, but Hendrik saw me through it and I actually.. well, I regained a part of the power I was missing.

[He's actually moderately worried about what that means] So it turned out all right, and I'm doing well now. I'm glad you weren't terribly affected.

[That has her eyes widening, and Isabel pauses to really look over Eleven. But nothing seems out of place or weird--not that she wouldn't take him at his word anyway, because he was evasive, but not dishonest. And she knew the difference between the two. Though he also seemed like he'd lost a bit of that reticience, too...]

So long as you're really okay. Oh, I am too! I seem to be more like a support network than a lightning rod for weirdness, but I don't think I can dodge that particular bullet forever, you know?

Tell me what you got back, then? I'm just curious. [Though she'll drop it if he's uncomfortable. Still, Eleven knew she was as curious as twenty cats on a good day...]

Eleven flexed the hand with his mark on it.

"This. I can summon lightning again. This, with the sword of light, and I'm.." he hesitated, then breathed and met her eyes. "Well, they're the signature weapons of the Luminary."

"So you're coming back into your own?" Isabel asked, holding his gaze. That's what it seemed like, to her.

And really, she didn't think it was a bad thing, disregarding Eleven's hesitation. He'd always been hesitant about that stuff, but he seemed less so, now.

"Where I'm from...my type of magic user? Oftentimes they do have big, overwhelming destinies. And your Avatar can shove you at them, pushing you super hard. I didn't wanna tell you about it when you were really upset earlier this year, you know? I just wanted to listen to you and let you vent."

Because it seemed like he'd needed it, and if Isabel had a Destiny, no one had shoved her into it or at it, yet. Besides, it wouldn't be here, to her knowledge. So going on about it had seemed nothing short of selfish, back then. Useless information.

Now it was his turn to be concerned for her. He wouldn't wish overwhelming destinies on anyone, though he was sure that Gods had plans, and those plans needed to be fulfilled by someone..

How thoughtful she had been for not mentioning it. How terribly worrying.

"Avatar?" he questioned. "..Do you have one, then?"

Isabel nodded, then. "I do, but she's been quiet since I've been here. Which is...a little bit unusual? But I don't think she went away. I just think she kind of went back to sleep, since the magic here isn't like it is at home. And most Avatars are asleep on Earth, where I come from. Tons of people don't do magick."

So she was just one of the weird ones, in her mind. Not that Isabel minded that; to her, it kind of made life more exciting.

"She takes the form of a kind of dragon, though." Which was about the only thing that made Isabel nervous, here, after the ghost dragon that had shown up on campus...

A dragon avatar. The few he'd run into in his own world were terrifying that he couldn't help but worry about her a bit. Still, there was a larger, more pressing concern eating at the forefront of his mind.

"So," he said, heart falling. "You have a great destiny of some kind?"

"Pretty sure not me. Or if I do, it's probably a way off. It's hard to describe, but a lot of times, if you do have this big destiny, you're marked somehow. Physically, like you with your hand, or like--your aura has markings on it. I'm pretty sure if my parents noticed anything like that in my aura, they wouldn't have kept it from me."

Isabel's pretty sure, anyway. She shrugged, then. "I'm not the only one in my family with a dragon avatar, either. Mom's side actually produces a lot of Mages. So much so that their last name--Valkonan--is practically synonymous with one of the Traditions. But my uncle Mike, he has a dragon for an avatar, too. It's actually weirder for him as a Scientist than it is for me as an Akashic Brother." That made her chuckle, though. Even if she does have some big destiny waiting for her, she figures it's on Earth and in the future. Not here, and surely not soon.

There's a lot he doesn't understand in that- references to things that only exist in her own world- but he thinks he gets the idea of it anyway.

"I hope you get to live an ordinary life," he says before he can stop himself- then grimaces. "..Or at least if it is adventurous, it isn't terribly dire."

"Oh, that's sweet of you to worry about me--but you don't need to. I mean, look at me here!" Isabel laughed. "I roll with the punches, you know? I try not to let anything get me down. Whatever happens, happens. It's a challenge to be overcome. I've got a support system, too. You, Dust, Atem, there are others. I try not to let anything crush me under the weight."

Still, she really appreciated the thought--she knew Eleven wasn't meaning anything by his words. Just that his own life experiences had made him uncomfortable. And that was fine! His reactions and feelings were his own, and completely valid. Isabel leaned over and gave him a peck on the cheek. "No, your concern means a lot to me. And I hope for the best, too, you know? Just...if the worst happens, I think I can manage to find the strength. You know I'll support you, too!"

It was an admirable strength he wished he had half of. Enough to support not just herself, but others. His strength wavered less these days, but he knew it was far from endless.

But it all seems a little less important in the wake of the quick touch of her lips against his cheek. He suddenly had reason to wonder what the researchers watching them were seeing. Certainly, his face felt a little hotter suddenly.

"Um, thank you. If there's anything I can do to help you- even if you don't really need it.."

"You already do, and of course I need it. I need friends!" And...maybe more than that, but Isabel didn't really want to rush things. She wanted to make sure El had his feet on the ground. His life seemed to change really fast, sometimes, hitting him with strikes that if they didn't knock him out, they certainly left him off balance.

Such a thing was just no fun.

"So, what else has been going on with you, lately?"

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woops I changed format on you sorry

it's no biggie :D

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