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?

Comments

[twilightskey]

Like a regular rat. But he's still able to use his hands to cook... Or, well, paws.

He could also control people by tugging on their hair, too. That's how he got my friend to help him cook.

[talkyourwayout]

...What? Wait, dude, are you serious?

[twilightskey]

I couldn't make it up if I tried. The rat would sit in my friend's hair and tug on strands to control his arms and make him cook.

[talkyourwayout]

That's so weird... But it's kind of cool, too. I wonder why it worked, you know?

[twilightskey]

I dunno, but yeah, it's kind of cool. So I guess rats can do some pretty crafty things.

[Now that he thinks about it...] I wonder if these rats are taking things for a reason, then.

[talkyourwayout]

You know, before that whole story about the rat who cooks, I wouldn't have thought so, but... Maybe they are?

What, though? And why would they need a cork?

[twilightskey]

I dunno. Maybe they're looking for something? Or collecting stuff?

[Though why, he has no idea.]

[talkyourwayout]

I don't think we need to worry if they're just collecting stuff, but... I wonder if they are looking for something specific. Maybe something with magic?

[twilightskey]

Huh... maybe. Do you know if anyone's lost any magic items lately?

[talkyourwayout]

Nah, I have no idea what other people have been losing.

[twilightskey]

Dang. Maybe if we see another rat, we could follow it.

[talkyourwayout]

Eh, I don't know. That sounds like a lot of work.

[twilightskey]

But aren't you curious to find out what they're up to?

[talkyourwayout]

Not really. I mean, it hasn't exactly changed my life at all, so why get involved?

[twilightskey]

I guess not. But just because you haven't been affected, maybe others have?

[talkyourwayout]

Yeah, they probably have. So?

[twilightskey]

You don't care if someone else was affected worse?

[talkyourwayout]

Well... It's not that I don't care, I guess, it's just.. What am I going to be able to do about it, you know?

[twilightskey]

I guess so. But if you find out what's going on, you could maybe put a stop to it.

[talkyourwayout]

I don't really see it that way - see, we're still pretty new to learning magic. All of us.

[He's been here seven months. He's just super lazy.]

[twilightskey]

[Roxas would protest that he already knows magic, but then remembers that he knows magic from his own world. Here, he's still pretty new at magic. So instead he rubs the back of his head.]

...Yeah, I guess you have a point there. Just thought it would be nice to help out.

[talkyourwayout]

[Ew, don't poke at the conscience he's starting to grow, Roxas.]

I mean, sure, it would be - if we could help out.