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]

"Oh! You got dibs? No prob, bro." He held up his hand and backed away, eyeing the smaller stack with skepticism. If that was the pile he didn't want .... woo.

"Doin' a, uh, little light reading there?"

[temptationaccomplished]

"'Bro?'" he repeated with a small huff, quietly and mostly to himself, indignant or bewildered (or perhaps a bit of both) at being referred to as such.

"Ah, yes, just a bit. I wanted to see what we were dealing with, in terms of the magics that brought us here. Plus, it never hurts to start on my own private library. Are you looking for anything in particular?"

[couldabeenturbo]

"Yeah. You know, you're not actually my brother, but it's a friendly thing?" He smiled at him, hoping to get the right vibe across: particularly that he hadn't meant to offend.

"I was looking for Sundering stuff, too. That's what they call the magic that pulled us here. It does other stuff too, but my best friend Webby and I just want to try and make a ... window. A little one."

[temptationaccomplished]

“Like ‘dude,’ yes, I’m aware. I can’t say I’ve ever been called that, however.” He wasn’t aware that he looked like someone who might be a bro. He wasn’t entirely sure he wanted to be. Still...he had been called worse and no ill intent had been behind it. He couldn’t be mad.

And here the young lad had caught his interest. So the little birds did know each other! Best friends, no less. Oh, they probably got along something grand, if the boy was as eager about adventures as Webby. Exorcism and exploring. Spying and the like.

And making windows with Sundering magic. That was not surprising.

He should not be encouraging this. This was dangerous magic, after all, especially for children. He wondered how far they had gotten, how much they understood... If anyone was clever enough and imaginative enough to replicate the conditions that Sundered them, it would be children.

“A little one. Right. And what will you do with it, once you create this window?”

[couldabeenturbo]

"Watch stuff," he said evasively, not quite wanting to admit to a grown-up that they were basically trying to create an interdimensional television. Mostly so he could teach Webby what a lot of things were. Like music videos and detective movies. Oh, wait, that was perfect.

"For educational and investigative purposes. So we can see if any, uhhh, other worlds know how to travel back and forth."

[temptationaccomplished]

Watch stuff. That sounded very fishy to Aziraphale who, in his six-thousand years on Earth, had on many occasions heard or even used vague answers himself. Maybe not 'stuff' exactly, but dancing around the actual intentions without outright lying...perhaps he could be accused of having done that before.

However, the answer that followed was very appeasing.

"Oh that does sound useful!" It might also be nice to check in on one's home, he thought. Make sure it was all in order, and that no one had restarted any Armageddons or anything in his absence. Make sure a certain demon was alright, that he hadn't decided to take another century-long snooze or fly off to the stars. He glanced over his shoulder and dropped his voice into a conspiratorial whisper. "Would you be interested in sharing those skills? Once you've figured out how to do this?"

[couldabeenturbo]

Dewey was amused by the fact that an adult looked like he needed to keep a secret. Most of them usually just did or said what they wanted, and some days that seemed like the only appeal to ever becoming one. He made a show of looking around the exchange area to make sure they weren't being eavesdropped on, then motioned for Aziraphale to lean down so he could whisper.

"Dude, yeah."