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?

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[couldabeenturbo]

"Woooooooow." Dewey's eyes flickered over the page. "I've seen about....maybe half of these? But never that one, or this one! This book is really neat! Do you think someone actually used it for a class?"

[mithrarin]

"This is a book all about weapons, so maybe in Forging? That's my first guess, anyway." Probably not the polearms section. Somehow Dust had trouble imagining a halberd of ice and storm, or whatever.

Of course, he did have a particular bias towards swords.

[couldabeenturbo]

"That's ... actually a really smart guess." He grinned. "Forging sounds really fun, but I don't know if they'd let me take it. Most people don't let me near open flame, it's why Huey has to do all the marshmallow roasting at the Woodchuck meetings back home."

He realized he hadn't introduced himself, yet, and shrugged a little bit before offering him a a hand and a smile. "I'm Dewey."

[mithrarin]

"I'm Dust." He'd figured out handshakes by now, so that gesture didn't get terribly weird. "You should try taking it anyway. The worst they can do is say 'no'. Just be careful about it."

[couldabeenturbo]

"Oh! I think Rapunzel mentioned you once, you're her friend too, right? She's great."

He beamed at Dust. "You're right! Maybe I will. If I get in, I'll have to make you something cool, since it was your idea."

[mithrarin]

Rapunzel's name made him smile brightly. "Yeah, she's good people. Guess I came up because you're a duck and I'm a Warmblood?"

He still felt quite different from everyone, but the ducks' presence helped quite a bit.

[couldabeenturbo]

"Nah, she just mentioned you were a friend. I don't think she really cares what we are. .... Which is really cool, I gotta say. I'm kinda tired of people constantly mentioning I'm not a human or whatever. Do you ever get like that too?"

[mithrarin]

"A little. I think I may be more bothered by it than most people... but I don't have anyone else here." As opposed to the ducks, who had appeared in force, all things considered. And even knew each other from before (or were, of course, siblings).

[couldabeenturbo]

"Anyone else who looks like you, from home, you mean. Clearly you don't mean it in the friend sense of 'don't have anyone', because now you've got me too."

Yes, it was that easy. He'd just decided. Non humans had to stick together.

[mithrarin]

"Right. I definitely have friends here." More that had simply declared themselves as such than he ever would have expected. "Like you said, just no other Warmbloods."

[couldabeenturbo]

When you were in uncharted territory, you had to stick together, it was that simple. You never knew when you'd need a friend. Dewey glanced down at the book they'd been perusing.

"So you like learning about weapons? What else do you do for fun?"

[mithrarin]

"I train, I spar when I can, and I explain that I'm boring and singleminded and don't have any other hobbies," he said with a grin. "And reading. I like that."