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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[grim_heaper]

"Erased it." He had a smug grin. Which.. really was his default expression. He started moving the pick between the backs of his fingers like it was a coin and he was in a bad western.

[couldabeenturbo]

"That's really gross." Dewey made a face. "And pretty awful. Why would you do that? I mean, yeah, it stole my pick, but... It was just a dumb old rat. It didn't know any better."

[grim_heaper]

"Why not? He was garbage. CRUNCH. Add it to the heap." He pocketed the pick so he could punch his own palm.

[couldabeenturbo]

"Okay, that's taking 'you are what you eat' a little far, and - hey! That's mine, you know. Give it back!"

He scowled, stepping straight up to Sho. Intimidated? Him? Someone needed to add a dictionary to their book list for the semester.

[grim_heaper]

"Mine now, little zero, unless you think you could erase me to take it back?

[couldabeenturbo]

"Erase you?!" Dewey squinted. "Why are you talking like some lame-o supervillain? I'm not gonna kill you over a guitar pick, if that's what you mean. Unlike some people in this hallway -" a pointed look - "I'm not a complete and total heartless jerkface."

[grim_heaper]

"Your loss, then. Thanks for the pic, zero."

[couldabeenturbo]

"My - wow, you're worse than Mark Beaks, and that's saying something. I didn't think I'd ever meet a guy more full of himself."

Dewey snorted, drawing his wand. "I'm not gonna kill you, but I'm totally at least gonna make you give it back!"

[grim_heaper]

"Well.... you can try," he said with a grin. "Could be amusing. Haven't erased anyone in a few months, since that old man with the ging. Figured that annoying Eleven kid would be next, but I guess it is time to add you to the list of people I've subtracted here."

He grabbed... not a wand... but a megaphone. "Prepare to be iterated," he yelled into it, in Dewey's face.

[couldabeenturbo]

Dewey filled his lungs, even as he spun around, quickly drawing a Glyph of protection with the tip of his wand. Once he was facing Sho again, he hollered back: "I don't know what that means, but no WAY!"

[grim_heaper]

He aimed his megaphone at him. "SOH CAH TOA!" he shouted, each three letter phrase a blast of power at the duck. As with his fight with Sora, Sho was holding nothing back. He didn't care if he hurt bystanders or drove himself to the breaking point. He just wanted to do damage to his foe. And that meant that he was going all out. The electric orbs were circling, waiting to be called in.

[couldabeenturbo]

The blast from the megaphone drove him back into the wall, but it was nothing worse than average turbulence in the Sunchaser. He shook it off and pulled out his own orb, knowing from his practice with Jecht that his aim was true. He hurled it at Sho's wrist holding the megaphone, hoping to disarm him.

[grim_heaper]

He danced back from the throw and tapped the pin on his shirt. "GIVE ME A REASON!" A strange linelike, fractal falcon emerged from the pin to circle overhead. "ERASE THIS FACTORING HECTOPASCAL!" He ordered. The orbs flew at the duck to zap him, while the bird flew circles overhead. Sho raised his megaphone again, ready for a bigger strike.