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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diatu2019-08-07 02:47 pm
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"Oh no, these aren't my familiars. My familiars are over there," she said, gesturing off where what looked like two dorsal fins were moving around through the ground. "These are some rats I'm trying to help out. Some of them were caught stealing a few things, so we're trying to figure out something better for them so people won't get upset with them."
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"I mean, I guess that's pretty cool. Maybe if they're better rats, people might want them as pets? Like your ... your .... okay, what are these?"
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"Well, the black fin is Ballet. She's a land whale. And the gray one is Tango. He's a land dolphin."
The black dorsal fin suddenly started rising up, as a large black shape rose from the ground. Ballet swam around a bit more, and with her partially out of the ground, Dewey would be able to see her eyepatch as she passed him.
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"Whoa, hi, Ballet!" He reached out a hand for her to nudge if she felt friendly, the way he'd done before with manta rays at the aquarium. "She's super cool. Is Tango shy?"
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"Not really," Fluttershy said, watching as Tango disappeared. "Actually, he likes to be kind of cool and aloof. I think he would have liked to -"
She paused a moment, suddenly glancing up. Then she sighed. "...do that."
'That' was what looked to be a dolphin perched high up on the nearest rooftop, his cape fluttering in the non-existent wind.
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"He looks like Darkwing Duck up there."
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"Who?"
I feel like I just kicked 12-y/o me in the heart
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Harsh, Dewey
A duck-themed superhero? She'd watch it. But then again, in their world, he was just another person. So the idea probably wasn't as unique to him as it was to her.
"I'm sure Tango wouldn't mind being like that. He does already have a cape for it, and I bet he could use his spear to take down bad guys if he wanted to."
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His own floated around the corner into view: an enormous pocketwatch, the hands stuck at ten and two in an ornate handlebar moustache. The ticking grew obnoxiously loud.
"Right, right. YOU'RE COOL TOO, CHRONOS." He sighed. "I have to shout his name whenever I say it or he gets really annoyed."
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Her expression lit up when the other familiar came around the corner, despite the loud ticking.
"Oh wow...! This is your familiar? That's amazing!"
She was always excited to see different kinds of familiars.