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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[sublimelymagnificentblitz]

"Yeah, yeah." Jecht's grin slipped a little, mostly because he had to roll his eyes. "Look, when your body starts to slow down and you feel aches you didn't used to and you've raised a kid, you can start saying you're old. Till then, numbers are just numbers. All the years in the world don't matter if nothing changes!"

[paradoxical_personality]

Expression flattening she placed her hands to her hips in an attempt to look superior. "I have none such human frailties such as those.... and I never will." Did he not understand what a nearly immortal being was? Her kind just didn't age in the same manner. "... Some things do change. Aesir get stronger with age, not weaker." With time came additional experience and mastery of their crafts.

Grrrrr-ruff uff!
(So step aside, and leave my master alone!)

[sublimelymagnificentblitz]

"You're making my point." Mostly by being really immature! Ignoring the dog, Jecht slid his fingers into his hair. "That's just living. You aren't aging. So you aren't gonna get old, get it?"

[paradoxical_personality]

"You have a flawed sense of logic.." At least from Hel's perspective. Immature as she might be in daily interactions she at least had a sense of responsibility towards her duties back home. "That's enough, Garm." No longer feeling the need for his back up either."

Whimper
(But... Master)

"I should still be shown due respect for my position."

[sublimelymagnificentblitz]

"All right, I'll bite. Why?"

Hadn't done anything around here to earn it, Jecht was sure of that!

[paradoxical_personality]

With a sigh,"Must I repeat myself.... weren't you listening before?"

She made a show of her annoyance before rephrasing what she'd stated earlier. "I'm a Goddess and ruler of the realm of the dead."

[sublimelymagnificentblitz]

"Yeah, so? Why's that get you free respect?" Heh, Jecht couldn't even be properly dead, so it's not like he'd ever end up in her place. As for goddesses... if she was so great, she wouldn't be stuck here.