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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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[It's very possible, but for now she's pretty sure she knows where her heart and loyalties lie.]

... Research? [She already doesn't like the sound of that and anything that involves any sort of testing is immediately on her 'do not trust it' list and 'do not remotely go near it' other list. She has her reasons.]

I... think I'll take the advice and stay far away from it, I can't... say that I'm a fan of the term in general.

Good. They'll try to bribe you with promises of items from home. Don't listen, it's not worth it.

[ He's very serious about this. ]

And as an aside...you're worthy of respect. Don't forget that.

[Oh boy, enjoy that moment of a bitter laugh. But it's gone as quickly as it arrived.]

Then they'd be trying to convince the wrong person, there's nothing there that they could offer me. [She had nothing, after all. Other than the clothes on her back.

And... oh. She's taking a deep breath to steady her nerves, that's not something she... really expected to hear.]

Perhaps you're right, but it doesn't help if I don't believe that I do.

[ And he's a rich boy who now has little, but he's just...not going to comment. There's a more pressing issue at hand here. He does his best to catch her eye again. ]

Let me tell you something else about the future: in the future, the spirits and shadow games from your time became legends. Pieces of those legends were turned into a modern game for entertainment called Duel Monsters.

The Blue Eyes White Dragon is one of the most powerful cards in the game, and I hold the only three in existence. With their power, I've become a top ranked duelist, and the my fans recognize it as a symbol of ultimate power.

To have that power of the dragon inside you, your will must be stronger than steel. You're an equal to everyone here, regardless of where any of us came from, so with that core you can go far.

[ He'd raise his voice to anyone else, but here he's doing his best to quietly support. ]

[He's doing his best and she's at least giving him the courtesy of looking at him again. And listening. Even if there's still something about it that doesn't quite sit right with her, but it's one of those things of after seventeen years of being told and shown that you mean nothing, until the very last of your life, holds a tight grip.

She's looking away again and taking a few steps down that hallway, mostly to gather herself.]

I can't even control it. The dragon has to be provoked in some way or another to come forth, so how powerful am I really? [It's not a bad point, necessarily.]

I know the power that comes with it, I understand how useful it could be, but as far as I'm concerned, it has done little more than burden me until the end. Only when I died was I able to do something truly meaningful with it.

I can't do that here.

Just because that happened before, that doesn't mean it'll stay that way. Things work differently here, and when we first arrive all our old abilities are sealed off. So you don't have to worry about that happening yet.

[ He sighs. ]

My point wasn't that your worth comes from being able to use the dragon form, just that you have a strong spirit. That spirit's always inspired me to do better.

[ That's an unusually honest admission from him. He even looks slightly sheepish, but he's trying here. ]

Sealed off, maybe, but it still very much exists. [Of course it does, it's her soul, after all.

Though his point is causing her a moment of pause once more before she's turning on her heel to face him, a brow raised.]

Really? It... seems a little ridiculous, honestly, but... I guess I'm not really living up to that, am I? [No, stop that right now.]

That doesn't mean you can't. I don't know your whole story, but the gist...

[ There's so much he wants to say, but he doesn't want to overwhelm her right away. How to say this without revealing too much... ]

There was a time when I felt powerless too. Your image inspired me to endure and overcome, but it took some time.

[ He kind of went to extremes and became a truly heartless power-hungry madman until Atem put him in a coma, but she probably doesn't need to know that. ]

I'm not him, but I'll help you however I can while you're here.

[Honestly, he doesn't really need to know her whole story unless he really wants to know at some point. But she's smiling a little and turning, motioning for him to follow her at least.]

I'd rather walk and talk, if that's fine with you. And, ah, there's... not much to say about my whole story to begin with. Mostly I was an outcast for my whole life. [Depressing.]

The image of my soul. [She's just quietly making that difference there, her own being is a little strange to be hearing about in that context.] Perhaps I'll... learn a little differently here, where it's a lot safer. At least I won't have to worry about someone trying to kill me for a mistake or being stoned, so I will take the little victories there.

[Seto, please, don't do that shit to her.]

I'd appreciate it? Even by Egypt's standards I... am not too familiar with a lot of social and cultural things, outside of what I managed to observe and get information on on my own. This is obviously... a lot different from that, too.

For as many faults as this school has, you're not likely to be singled out, at least not by the other sundered. We've had some bullying from the native students, but I've stood them down before.

[ And he'll do it again. He digs into his bag and pulls out a small notebook, passing it to her. ]

I keep a few of these. They're enchanted similarly to the notice boards in each house's common room, but these are for two way communication. If you want to call me over, just write something and the message will be mirrored in my book.

I'm sure I could handle a little bullying, in that case. [That's baby mode, considering the things she's been through before. So just a little bullying, even a bit on the physical side, is really nothing to her.

She's quietly taking that notebook and raising a brow as she looks it over, it's not too difficult to figure out what the point of this thing is, even if it's in a form she's not familiar with.]

I... see, that's quite convenient. [Magic, she guesses.] Honestly, thank you, you really don't have to... [There she goes again, it's a habit she's going to need to grow out of eventually, but for now it's as natural as anything else.]

Ah, I suppose it's something to know, which of these... houses, I guess, are you in? Just so I have an idea?

[ Kaiba shakes his head. ]

I'm only doing what anyone would do. It's fine.

[ He fluffs out his blue and white robes. ]

And I'm in Purifeul. We're the ones obsessed with facts and figures, and you need to solve an equation to enter our tower---though typically students from other houses meet in common areas like the library.

Where'd they put you?

[These names make absolutely no sense to her, but she'll try and pretend she'll remember that. It'll take some time, but eventually she'll get there. But she is frowning a small bit as she runs over how to even pronounce this name.]

Gekronus Maius... I... think that's how you say that? Honestly, I have no idea, other than it already feels as if someone is constantly breathing down the back of my neck. [The sad part is that she's probably not wrong and there would be a whole lot more stress coming her way in the future.

Her life just always works out in the most awful of ways, clearly.]

Mm. The other stuffy house.

[ He snorts. ]

We're supposed to hate each other. House rivalries, but I really don't have time for that nonsense.

But if you think fraternizing with the enemy would make it worse, I can keep my distance.

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