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]

Dewey had played more than enough games of kickball and soccer with his brothers, and Webby, and several years' worth of Junior Woodchuck troops, so he knew just how to handle a ball coming straight at him. He hopped back a few steps, then kicked out, hoping to send the ball hurtling toward Jecht,

Unfortunately, lightning didn't work that way, and he still got zapped, winding up balanced on one foot, slightly sooty, singed, but laughing.

"Round two?"

[sublimelymagnificentblitz]

"You sure? They don't call me the Great Jecht for nothing." Although around here, only he called himself that. So far. He was working on that!

[couldabeenturbo]

"They who?" He asked, genuinely curious. "And you can't be the greatest at this, not yet, we just barely got them! Nice try."

[sublimelymagnificentblitz]

"Heh, you got a lot of mouth for a kid. I'm the greatest at blitzball, I'm gonna make myself the greatest at bala-inlota, and this? This is nothing!"

[couldabeenturbo]

"Gonna be, sure, but it doesn't mean you are right now. That's just asking for some smart aleck, streetwise kid with a plucky attitude to rise up from oblivion and take you down!"

Really, hadn't this guy seen any movies?

[sublimelymagnificentblitz]

"Naw, wrong setup. This is where the kid tries to get out of his dad's shadow." Even Jecht knew that -- after all, hadn't he been trying to push Tidus that way for all his life?

[couldabeenturbo]

Dewey looked extremely confused for a second. Sure, he could see why everyone would want him as their kid, he was pretty awesome, but -

Ohhhhhh.

"You've got a kid? Huh, neat. You must miss him... I know I miss my mom."

[sublimelymagnificentblitz]

"Naw." Jecht smirked. "Kid's here. Popped in a couple months after I did."

[couldabeenturbo]

"He did? Aw, that's so cool! My brothers are both here, and two of our best friends, but I can't even imagine how much my Mom would love it here! She used to go on all kinds of adventures..."

He trails off, then tosses the ball underhand at Jecht, hopefull y hitting him in the calf. Psyche move!

[sublimelymagnificentblitz]

Okay, that was a good move! Jecht almost reacted by kicking the thing full-on, but managed to stop himself with just a violent jerk of his body before he put the ball into the stratosphere or a wall. The thing whacked him right on the shin, crackling electricity up his leg.

"Oh, it's treachery, huh?"