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?

Comments

[blue_ice]

So we can recover all the other things it stole.

[ Like his locket, for example. ]

They've been taking what isn't theirs from everywhere and I've had enough.

[stillnewatthis]

Oh! [Orisa immediately pulls her fusion driver up.] I did not know others were victimized! You are correct. We must attempt to aid everyone.

[blue_ice]

They have my locket, and I've seen them with wands and pens.

[ He points her toward his little area, where he's set up a spot to watch and wait. ]

I was going to set out some bait and watch to see where it took it.

[stillnewatthis]

I still propose we chase this one to its lair! If we lose it, we can employ your idea!

[Strategy is great, but no reason to overlook the direct approach! She motions Kaiba forward -- hurry! There are places she cannot go easily!]

[blue_ice]

Fine.

{ He dashes after it, the long legs making it easy enough, and ducks under an archway where she stops. It scurries ahead, and despite his attempt at a slowing spell it still escapes into a tiny hole. But he has found something.

He crawls back out of the archway and toward her, a small bowl of old jewelry in hand. ]

I found everything but.

[stillnewatthis]

Oh my! That is a hoard indeed!

[There must be something to his idea, then.]

Could there be more?