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August Event Log

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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Speed of Lightning

"Try it and you'll get a taste of what true suffering feels like," Hel threatened when she spotted yet another one of these idiots playing with his new toy. The lightning shocks were getting out of hand and some of the instigators were so smug about it, as if they could rival Thor himself with their puny generators. Tensing, she floated a little higher into the air, raising her arms up ready to engage in combat.

Unfortunately, the hallway she occupied had a ceiling that was too low. She was still well in range.

Although her words were cold, and serious she wasn't sure her fellow student believed her. "If you need proof, then look behind you."

Reasearch

"..... I'm getting deja vu." Tilting her head to one side as she entered the room. "Only this time we're alone- and there's nothing in place to ensure we tell the truth." With that, she straightened her posture and strode in further. "Whatever."

"I can tolerate it."

Wildcard

[Got an idea, roll with it!]

Edited 2019-08-09 08:57 (UTC)

"That's a threat?" Jecht laughed, not looking because -- well, come on, that was obvious. He tossed his lightning ball from hand to hand, quicker than one might suspect a guy like him would. "Been there done that, kid. That just makes me want to do it more!"

Narrowing her eyes, Hel stared back at the object of her irritation- ie Jecht. His laughter serving to further displease her. What insolence.

Having no idea what he was referring to all she could gather was that he'd been through the ringer in his own dimension. More importantly, he wasn't dissuaded.

The instructions to look behind totally could have been a bluff, but in this instance it wasn't. A low growl rumbled in the hall way, followed by fierce barks. The corner of her lips quirked slightly upward.

Bark, bark bark, grrrrruff!
(You heard Master Hel! Back off!)

[Garm's text will be in italics, the translation of which in parenthesis. Yes- Hel can understand her doggo]

"Man, you sure are taking yourself seriously for a kid with hair like that." Whether he meant style, color, or both, Jecht sure didn't thing she had the whole 'supreme dignity' thing down. Still, discretion being the better part of valor, he turned slightly so he could keep that dog-thing in view too.

"Who do you think you're calling a kid?" Looking inquisitive for a moment she tried to recall if Jecht had ever received her speech before. If he had, he'd clearly forgotten it so she would remind him. "I'm not a kid....... I'm an Aesir- I've probably been in existence far longer than you. Seeing how I am the Goddess of the Underworld you should show some respect." She ignored his comments about her style.

Also that dog-thing happened to be a helhound.

Yap- yap!
(You tell him!")

"Yeah, yeah." Jecht's grin slipped a little, mostly because he had to roll his eyes. "Look, when your body starts to slow down and you feel aches you didn't used to and you've raised a kid, you can start saying you're old. Till then, numbers are just numbers. All the years in the world don't matter if nothing changes!"

Expression flattening she placed her hands to her hips in an attempt to look superior. "I have none such human frailties such as those.... and I never will." Did he not understand what a nearly immortal being was? Her kind just didn't age in the same manner. "... Some things do change. Aesir get stronger with age, not weaker." With time came additional experience and mastery of their crafts.

Grrrrr-ruff uff!
(So step aside, and leave my master alone!)

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As soon as she stepped into the room, she knew she'd made a mistake.

"Uuuuuugh," she said. "Perfect."

Well, it probably could have been worse. At least she wasn't stuck in a room with the crazy math teacher.

Didn't mean she had to like it though.

Looking toward the sounds of dissatisfaction Hel was oblivious to what had triggered the therian's outburst. Apparently, the exchange they had shared before hadn't been all that memorable to her. Sure- she had inhibited Lena's delivery but ... so what? She couldn't possibly still be miffed by that.

"Nothing they come up with is perfect..." So- Lena must be complaining about the research methods.

She rolled her eyes. "Clearly," she retorted.

Walking over to the empty chair, she sat down heavily, arms crossed and looking very much like she would be hard pressed for conversation.

For her part Hel levitated to the other chair having tired of walking around like an average being and scrutinized it. It looked plain, wooden and as if prolonged exposure to it would end up making her posterior tired.

Grudgingly, she sat down too, smoothing her hands over her dress as she did.

"......" The silence stretched out for a few moments. It's not as if Hel wanted to discuss anything herself. Some people wasted so much time with idle chatter. That being said.... there just wasn't enough stimuli in the room. The only source of any entertainment would have to come from interacting with the Therian girl. "How many of you are there now...?" Ducks that is. "Whenever I think I've seen them all, another duck turns up." That and Louie had mentioned meeting long lost family in his odd dream. It would be strange if they followed him here.

....Of course, because why would she get the chance to just suffer in silence?

"There are five of us here," she replied, a bit curtly. "The three bros, and then me and Webby."

...Because that would be far too simple.

Normally Hel wasn't much for idle chatter either but the close quarters of this room coupled with the hours of boredom they were facing was prompting her to speak. "So the number hasn't increased this time."

"...............Are there no other species in your world?"

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He didn't go looking for Hel. Of course not, don't be silly. (He totally went looking for Hel.) When Louie tracked her down, out on the grounds, he had to fight back a smile - and only mostly managed to do so.

"Hey," he said with a little wave. "It's been a while."

He wanted to ask her about those dream people she'd mentioned on the bulletin board spell, but he also... Kind of missed her.

No, of course he didn't go looking for Hel, just like she hadn't missed him when he'd gone missing. ~~COUGH~~. (Which she totally had). The two of them shared a special sort of friendship that neither one really put into words, but they didn't really have to. She was in the courtyard when Louie found her, looking out over the expanse of green space looking absolutely bored.

When he spoke up however, she looked to him, her pigtails swaying from the sudden motion. "It has been, and this time neither one of us almost got squished by innumerable bananas." Not quite sure why she was thinking of that incident now. Honestly, she'd been concerned about Louie's experiences with his odd dreams of home and his corresponding disappearance. It was something that could have happened to any one of them, but it hadn't. It happened to him. Did that mean he was losing his connection to either dimension? Since he hadn't quite made it home, but he hadn't quite been in Anastara either? If it happened again he might cease to exist altogether. So she studied him a little, as if trying to ascertain that he wasn't ailing from any side effects now.

At first, Louie laughed at the banana comment. "Oh, man, yeah. That was really weir-" But he stopped talking abruptly when he looked up and saw the way Hel was just sort of... Staring. "Why are you looking at me like that?"

Hel was capable of humor when she had a mind to engage in it. It was a pity she cut the moment short by creeping him out.

Being called out made her break her gaze. "Looking at you like what?" She didn't think he would push the issue when she turned the question back on him.

"Like you're trying to see through me or something, it was weird. Don't do that again," Louie pointed out.

"I think you're imagining things..." Hel replied flippantly expelling a huff. At least she refrained from repeating the stare, besides Louie didn't seem to be out of phase with this dimension now not that it really did much to reassure her. Before he'd disappeared nothing had seemed amiss either.

"....... Let me ask you something."

"Are you usually a magnet for trouble?" Never you mind why she needs to know this.

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Cliff lifted his hands placatingly. "Hey, hey, I was confiscating it!" Because really, he was as amused with those things as Hel was, clearly. At least in his hands, rendering them inert was pretty easy. Though the individual he'd snagged it from was pouting, for certain.

"You ought to learn some manners," he told the guy. "If a lady asks you to not do a thing, and you keep doing it, you earn whatever you get. I probably should have let her blast you."

At least the guy could probably sell the component metals for scrap, as Cliff tumbled the handful of miniature bars into his hands. "You might get somewhere if you go talk to the Forging students. Or hey, you could use it yourself!"

Eyeing him suspiciously, Hel wasn't sure whether to relax her guard or not. It was Cliff- and he had never violated her trust before so that gave him some credence. That and ... well there was a disgruntled looking student beside him who apparently had just had his electric ball taken from him. Those two things were working in his favor.

"You should have... it would have served as a valuable lesson to this simple-minded fool." Okay. So she was still fairly ruffled by the situation. Still, she hovered a little lower now and dropped her hands to her sides.

"You're lucky to be getting that much back...." Feeling less charitable than her rescuer. "Get out of my sight before I change my mind." She shook her head as the guy eventually took his leave then she addressed Cliff. "You're too lenient. How are you ever going to command respect that way?" Also, thank you or something, Cliff.

"I probably won't," Cliff admitted to Hel, though he had a smile on his face. As the youngest son, he wasn't expecting much when it came to going home. Not that he was in a hurry to do that, either. He shrugged.

"So, does that mountainous mastiff belong to you?" He'd noticed the large dog. "He's almost as big as the Bladewolf..." Yeah, they'd probably rival each other, if they were set side by side.

"I don't know who thought this was a good idea. The lightning balls. I mean some people have made a game out of it, and Rounder's lady friend likes it, but..." This was a bit beyond him and his definition of 'fun'.

His casual acceptance of it was only marginally irritating. Not that it took a lot to annoy Hel sometimes, especially when she was already stirred up. She on the other hand was always looking for a way to return home, since she had been on an important mission at the time.

"Mountainous.....?" Casting a sideways glance to Garm before responding. "Garm is tiny in comparison to Fenrir....." Not quite understanding the concept. Both dogs were under her charge but Fenrir wouldn't fit inside this building and as far as she knew had remained in her own realm.

"Anything of the like in the hands of imbeciles has the potential to become a nuisance." Cliff proceeded to list some exceptions but she didn't seem to care about those. "I'll be glad when that fad fades."

Grrr rooo
(.. I don't like the smell of this one, Master)

"Garm..... bad dog. Sit."

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"He's bigger than most dogs around here. And the Bladewolf is as big as a horse." At least. Probably even more when his 'fur' was up. Fur. More like metal spikes and blades--hence his name in the first place.

"Me too," Cliff admitted. It was a fad, thankfully, and probably would pass soon--save in the hands of the few who might use portable lightning spheres as power generators. That sort of thing was all right by him, so long as it didn't get out of hand.

Like lightningball kind of had, so far.

He wasn't sure what the dog--Garm? was saying--if those growls were legible to anyone but his mistress, but his demeanor was unmistakable and his protectiveness? Commendable, if you asked Cliff. He wasn't being bad, he was defending his mistress from an unknown--even if Hel knew Cliff, and put up with him...

"Aw, don't say he's bad. He's protecting you, he doesn't know me like you do!" He did realize that Garm was protecting her, and so Cliff wasn't about to make any movements that might seem threatening to either of them. "Lady Hel, could you make my acquaintance to your loyal protector?"

"He is looking a little larger than normal......" Hel surmised as if she hadn't noticed before. "I'm going to have to inspect your collar later." Garm's collar was supposed to suppress most of his powers and ergo seal him into a more petite form, one where she could hold him in her arms if she wanted. "The transportation process must have had an adverse affect on it's powers too..."

If Hel got her hands on one of those balls herself, she might keep one only as a minor self defense.

Hel and Garm had always been able to understand one another, but really most people couldn't decipher his barks. Sure guarding her was the beast's job but it was unnecessary right now.

Whimper, whimper
[If his behavior hadn't given it away already the whimpering surely would. Garm didn't like being snapped at]

"It's your face he wanted to rip off-" She replied plainly."Besides, you have to be firm with Garm or he won't listen." It was kind of nice that Cliff was willing to defend her helhound but she thought she knew best. "He doesn't take to strangers well....even the rune knife wielder had to have time for Garm to warm up to them." Not sure if it was the right time to really introduce them. Then she sighed and rolled her shoulders. "Garm, this is Cliff... Cliff this is Garm. No mauling."