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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[bearshermark]

There's a lot he doesn't understand in that- references to things that only exist in her own world- but he thinks he gets the idea of it anyway.

"I hope you get to live an ordinary life," he says before he can stop himself- then grimaces. "..Or at least if it is adventurous, it isn't terribly dire."

[hyperdrivemonalisa]

"Oh, that's sweet of you to worry about me--but you don't need to. I mean, look at me here!" Isabel laughed. "I roll with the punches, you know? I try not to let anything get me down. Whatever happens, happens. It's a challenge to be overcome. I've got a support system, too. You, Dust, Atem, there are others. I try not to let anything crush me under the weight."

Still, she really appreciated the thought--she knew Eleven wasn't meaning anything by his words. Just that his own life experiences had made him uncomfortable. And that was fine! His reactions and feelings were his own, and completely valid. Isabel leaned over and gave him a peck on the cheek. "No, your concern means a lot to me. And I hope for the best, too, you know? Just...if the worst happens, I think I can manage to find the strength. You know I'll support you, too!"

[bearshermark]

It was an admirable strength he wished he had half of. Enough to support not just herself, but others. His strength wavered less these days, but he knew it was far from endless.

But it all seems a little less important in the wake of the quick touch of her lips against his cheek. He suddenly had reason to wonder what the researchers watching them were seeing. Certainly, his face felt a little hotter suddenly.

"Um, thank you. If there's anything I can do to help you- even if you don't really need it.."

[hyperdrivemonalisa]

"You already do, and of course I need it. I need friends!" And...maybe more than that, but Isabel didn't really want to rush things. She wanted to make sure El had his feet on the ground. His life seemed to change really fast, sometimes, hitting him with strikes that if they didn't knock him out, they certainly left him off balance.

Such a thing was just no fun.

"So, what else has been going on with you, lately?"