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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diatu2019-08-07 02:47 pm
We totally do /o/
Origin stories were a source of some entertainment since so many creature's interpretations varied but she definitely thought she knew better than most in this case. How she had wanted to gently correct her own creatures though she had been unable. She was going to have to learn that there were different dimensions out there, and they didn't have to adhere to the same system.
The spark was not so vulnerable, but the worlds it created were not so indestructible. Hopefully, that wouldn't come up.
"It.... just is." Which might not have sounded that complimentary but it was meant to be, as if it was even beyond divinity. "The only Gods I know of were the creation of man, and beast though I've not met any myself."
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"I don't think many people have met Gods, so I guess it's a bit difficult to know for certain. Erdrea might be unique in that ours are both the same thing. Can I ask what your world is like, then?"
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Marisol had her say so she wasn't planning on stressing it again. The air was starting to feel a little heavy in here anyway, she was craving a subject change before he might ask...
THAT
Instinctively, her ears drooped, flattening against her head the earlier enthusiasm ebbed.
No that's the one thing you may not ask. "What do you think the researchers are even doing out there, while we're in here?"What?"I bet they're not even watching- they probably went out to get lunch or something."no subject
"..Sorry. Er, what house are you in here?"
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"That's a good one." Forcing her ears to perk back up. "I think they said it was.... Valhudor?" The house that focused on art and music? "What about yours?"
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If she got up now and clawed at the door, would the researchers open it?
Thought not."....... you should see the temple in Lysillia." Time to weave a tale in which there may be a kernel of truth in it but it would be hard to find amidst all the additional toppings. She gave a nod of resolve, before standing up. Moving swiftly, she gave a little twirl as she moved to stand behind her chair placing her hands to the top of it. "the perimeter is lined with large colonnades that were painstakingly carved by hand." Raising one arm she swept it upwards in a wide arc as if it would help Eleven to visualize what she was explaining. "Stepping past them leads you into a luscious garden, filled with only the most rare and precious fruits and foliage from distant lands. They grow in abundance courtesy of the channels of water, constantly being fed by a natural well.. the water is crystal clear and pure..."
Then she started walking around the room, because what was standing still even. "At the center is a modest shrine, but no less brilliant in it's design. The understated quality reinforces the concept that the most important things in life are often easily overlooked. It inspires quiet contemplation, and serenity. A sanctuary in the midst of nature's bounty."
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Raida's temple was beautiful, but he was caught by the vision Marion wove and the natural beauty she spoke of seemed so much more compelling than the fancy stonework and trim that made up Hers.
However, his fellow student was beginning to unsettle him with all of her pacing. He did notice that she moved like a dancer.
"We could spar if you want," he offered, foot tapping against the floor. "Or dance, if you were willing to put up with me."
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Not to detract from the temples here mind you. "I'd like to see Raida temple sometime." She could still appreciate the architecture and the designs, despite her beliefs. Plus- who didn't like to gaze upon aesthetically pleasing sights?
"Spar?" Not really sure where that suggestion had come given her lack of knowledge about his usual activities, including those training sessions. Sparring or Dancing? Decisions, decisions. At least as she mulled it over she stood still to do so. Her selection was calculated. If Eleven was more confident with his sparring than she should select dancing. Besides, she wasn't able to use her powers just now so she had little to spar with. "We could dance." Ha-! She'd observed many a festival, and she felt as if she might be able to mimic the motions.
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"I guess it'll be a little strange without music," he said, feeling a touch foolish for not thinking about that sooner. He'd just suggested it because she looked like she knew how and he'd found it to be his new favorite way of getting to know people.
Eleven touched briefly at his hair.
"And I'm still learning, myself. ..Maybe you could teach me a few steps?"
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"Nonsense, it won't be that strange." Trying to reassure him, though music would have been nice. "If you really think we need it, there's always singing." Not that he would know the same ballads and such that she did.
Well... since she gave the impression that she might excel at dancing- she saw no reason to dissuade this line of thinking. "I'm sure I could. I didn't get to mention it before but I am a professional dancer! I used to travel from town to town putting on shows to entertain the locals. It was a lot of fun- you get to meet so many people and see so many things."
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Eleven took her hand with a careful touch of fingers.
"It seemed like you might have been, from your movements earlier." With her ears, she almost had the makings of a- no, he wasn't going to think about that.
"I'm afraid the only song I know is a lullaby, but it's rooted in Fantastics, so unless we'd rather fall asleep here.." He smiled, a touch rueful. "I'm not a talented singer, anyway."
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"That's pretty observative of you, to be able to tell from just that." The makings of a what-now? Was it something bad?
"I don't think either one of us is really ready for a nap, so I guess it's up to me then. You'll have to forgive the lack of musical accompaniment." Not that singing couldn't be fine on it's own. "Not everyone is, but you must excel at something else or are too modest." She started thinking about what folksong she should perform, but waited to do so in case there was something else Eleven wanted to say.
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But he wondered, was he particularly good at anything? "I am good at some things. Intimation magic, and maybe forging."