September Event Log

[magicademymods]

September Event Log The Magicademy has a special treat for students this week: Combined Classes. The Curriculum-by-Curriculum education of the Magicademy lends itself to viewing each Curriculum on its own, not part of the greater whole that is magic. So in lieu of normal lessons this week, Professors are joint-teaching classes to show you what you can do by merging magic together. Profs. Porfsin & Kith: Making Modification Fantastic If Diatu students love anything, it's expressing their individuality by wearing unique clothing, particular ones similar to home in the case of the Sundered. Working together, the good Professors will teach you a basic and beloved trick of wizards everywhere: combining Modification and Fantastics to make a spell that provides you with clothes that are outstandingly fashionable and flamboyant on the outside, but fit perfectly and comfortably despite their flair. At last, the secret of how wizards can swoop around in dramatic capes and flowing robes without constantly tripping! Of course, the potential for mayhem is pretty high in practice. Shrinking clothes, accidentally creating a scarf 250 feet long... Professor Trammel has loaned them his familiar, a top hat named Decorum, so it is on hand to quickly deploy wide black censor bars in the event a mishap leaves you perhaps offering more in the way of an Anatomy of the Sundered class than you might expect. But if you work hard and give it your all, you might come out of this looking good indeed! Profs. Loshakle & Mala: Advanced Warding A lesson Professor Loshakle hammers home in his classes: the more broad the spell, the weaker its effect. A ward against fire specifically will repel so much more fire than a general ward, but of course the fire ward is entirely worthless against lightning. Today, these two Professors show one way to get the best of both world: a Predictive Ward. The theory is simple: Suspend an Intimation effect within the ward's construction, then make the ward manifold-responsive -- or in other terms, capable of shifting its focus from one danger to another. The Intimation spell predicts the damage and preemptively shifts the ward to full effect. Simple! Enjoy testing them. Since it involves hurling some things at each other. What better way to test a ward than practically? Profs. Trammel & King: Pocket Summoning One of the problems inherent to Discovery is the danger involved in creation. For example, if you desire a large quantity of water for whatever reason, you need to create it all at once -- you can't create it ahead of time without a way to transport it, for example. Sundering offers an intriguing possibility that actually is much safer than most of its uses: opening a portal into a small pocket dimension, where you can Discover and store whatever you might need, and release it later in small doses or full-tilt. Now, mess up the Sundering spell and you could end up discharging a large volume of water or stone or pudding out of midair at a terribly inopportune time. But don't worry! Several groundskeeping golems are on-hand to help with the inevitable messes. Also Professor Trammel knows how to clean clothing. You might need that help. Headmaster Camillah Birony: ARE YOU SURE YOU WANT TO ATTEND THIS CLASS This opportunity is unique. For all her flaws, Headmaster Birony is unquestionably a master wizard, who has developed an entire branch of magic hereto undiscovered by wizardkind. The art of working magic on magic, or as she calls it, "Metamagic". "And it will be the third Metacurriculum! Wizardkind everywhere will develop and master these powers that I have paved the way for! AND THEY CALLED ME MAD!" she yells to the sky, before flinging her hands wide and laughing maniacally. So! You get to start very basic: Modifying a spell to last longer. Pick your favorite spell, any spell, and cast it. While its magical energies still exist in the pattern your will has imposed on them, Modify them. A simple equation. Add 1 to them. Multiply them by 2. Whatever works for you. You don't get much more instruction than that, says the Headmaster, because you have to figure out how to make it work for yourself. More than most magic, this depends entirely on your will and your determination. Everything else is just trappings -- take what you want from the foci of Modification, that will help, but find your own path forward. And unlike every other lesson, this one is utterly safe. At the first sign of a spell getting out of control or going haywire, Headmaster Birony squelches it like a bug beneath her heel. Not even literally, for a pleasant change!

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[darkenedmoon]

"Yeeees..."She watched Aaron progress through his spellcasting--at least on her end, everything looked accurate, and Yotsuyu nodded her approval. "Yes, very good!"

And everything went so well--she rested her fingers on Purble's back, giving the platypus an affectionate pet--until Aaron's clothing turned pink. She stepped back in shock, eyes going wide.

"Dear Twelve, that's...that's abhorrent. Eye-searing!" Pink wasn't a terrible color, as things went, but that image was burnt into her retinas, perhaps for all time. "No, no, darling, I didn't think you were that bad, but I can see how you were concentrating very hard on Modification. I've not the best grasp of Fantastics to tell you where you went wrong there, however. I am sorry."

Probably another thing Aaron never thought he'd hear out of Yotsuyu's mouth.

[mithrarin]

"It's more like I made a wall. Around myself. I guess... that's a thing you can do?"

Roxas was still better than Dust was.

[sublimelymagnificentblitz]

And just as told, Jecht began to withdraw his arm.

The portal on the stick side bared a couple of inches of bicep. On the other side... it did not, and the edge of it began to press into Jecht's skin as the portal angles.

"Uh, this is getting kinda tight."

[darkenedmoon]

"So I see. I hadn't accounted for that. Stop." Yotsuyu decided it was probably best if she left the wood in on one side.

She'd simply have to create another length and send it in on the other side, mayhap. It might let water out when she was done, but that, she didn't care about at all.

Soon, she's Discovered herself another stick and has set it along the other side of Jecht's arm, as if it is a makeshift splint. "Very well, we shall try this again, no?"

[twilightskey]

"I guess? I'm not sure."

This seems like a complicated matter. He hums in thought, before perking up.

"If you want, I could ask one of my friends if they have any ideas, and get back to you on it?"

[sublimelymagnificentblitz]

"You need some help with one?" Considering how she had to position herself to shove at the portal, he wondered if she wouldn't be more comfortable. Then again, she seemed less and less prickly about touch these days...

[mithrarin]

"I plan to ask a professor, myself." Though from beneath his hat he glanced over their way. "When they're in a... receptive mood. So I'd appreciate that."

[treno_nobleman]

A few moments of hard staring said all that needed to be said, and the tail flicking behind him only reinforced a message unspoken, but he wouldn't have been himself if he'd left things at that. Holding his tongue had been less and less one of his strong suits these days.

"Well, some of us bother to care about how we look after rising from bed in the morning."

It would have been nothing to walk away, to leave the king to consider those words and do with them what he would. Instead, he tossed a hand in the air and shook his head and let his tail lash as it would, not minding the tells for what they were. The flame wouldn't hurt him, but if it took his hair with it, if and when it cleared...

[temptationaccomplished]

He will have to introduce her to tartan, definitely, when they have more time to indulge in that. If nothing else, he might be able to excuse it as further cultural information: tartan colors and styles as signifiers of clans, even if his did not serve that purpose. (Regardless, it is such a classy, fancy print! He would have to show her later.)

Watching her work is a thing of beauty. She moves like a dancer, someone so versed in the craft of subtlety that Aziraphale cannot even hope to aspire to. A flick of her wrist, a wave of her hand, and she weaves magic and music together in the most enchanting way. She's an artist, painting with gentle motions timed to sound, and he is almost too distracted by her to notice the pressure until the tie is mostly formed.

Aziraphale tips his chin down to look with some surprise, makes a face because his chin is in the way, and finally he readjusts his collar and flips the bow a bit so that he can see her handiwork. Oh! He almost goes cross-eyed. Stars! His face lights up in a smile as he admires what he can see of it, and he brushes his fingers over the folds of the bow appreciatively, lost in a moment. Crowley created stars, long ago. Yotsuyu does not know this, but Aziraphale wonders if the demon would appreciate the unintentional aptness of her choice, or if he'd think the pattern was silly or tacky, or the sentiment Aziraphale was attaching to it altogether a bit twee.

"I like it," he says finally, giving the ends a smart tug and looking quite proud in it. Like appears to be an understatement. "You certainly outdid yourself, thank you. It's very fitting indeed."

[bornebygrace]

It was mostly her reaction to the pink that had made him laugh so - it wasn't that bad. He was still clothed and it was just pink! He'd worn similarly ridiculous outfits in the past... What was quite cute, however, was Purble giving a small little rumble towards Yotsuyu, seeming to say, "hey! why did you stop petting me?"

The apology did make Aaron stop, confused for a moment. He had been expecting maybe a little snarky poke or a quip of some sort. The apology was certainly something new since the last time he'd been here. His confusion turned into a very proud smile. "It's okay, I have an idea of what went wrong that time. Just focused a little bit too much on the Modification this time. I think I'll get it if I try again." It was a lovely surprise to hear her empathize, and he was glad she'd grown while he was away. He was genuinely proud of her. He would have hugged her, but she was pretty anti-that before, so he didn't.

"Do you think I should give it another go? Like, try 98 should turn out okay, right?" Really, it was much higher than that, but of all of these tries this hot pink fiasco was the first different thing to happen. His accuracy may have been off, but his precision was on point at least.

[afterthemoon]

There's a moment of hesitation, and honestly, that hesitation spoke more than the words that followed.

"I'm doing alright. There's no need to worry about me."

[twilightskey]

Roxas watches Isa curiously, and takes in that hesitation. He spends a moment giving Sunset a scratch on the head before he speaks again.

"You know, I once told Axel that friends are supposed to be honest with each other." He looks over at Isa, and though his look is pointed, it's not accusatory or upset.

"We're friends now, right?"

[twilightskey]

"Sure thing. I'm sure we can figure this out before the end of the month."

Isa might have some knowledge about barriers, or maybe even Lea.

[mithrarin]

Dust heaved a sigh, his tail drooping low behind him. "I hope so. Things like this are not really encouraging, when it comes to learning magic."

[shiningkindness]

"It's okay, Webby, I've got it," Fluttershy said, the squirrels settling in her hair as she picked up a few of the birds. "I'll go ahead and take them to their homes."

[shiningkindness]

She hesitated a moment, considering that. It shouldn't be all that different from how she sometimes liked to keep birds' feathers. But the fact the feathers were hers had her blushing a bit.

"I...I'm not sure," she said slowly. "What...would you do with it?"

[shiningkindness]

The land whale, while not entirely happy about the way she was being summoned, gave a low rumbling sound in response, which had Fluttershy frowning.

"But what' wrong with giving it a try?"

[shiningkindness]

She jumps a bit when the gelatin suddenly appears, looking from it to the headmaster.

"U-Um...I think so?"

[afterthemoon]

"If you're as stumped about this as I am, then it appears we may be at an impasse."

Isa leaned back in his chair, arms crossed. It wasn't that he was giving up, not really. But where was he supposed to go from here?

[outofyourshadow]

Lena paused for a moment, looking at the hooded jacket she'd made earlier.

"Actually, let me try something," she said, shaking out the hoodie. Then she held it out to Webby. "Here...try it on for me."

[outofyourshadow]

"I can see that. It's kinda like superheroes. People wouldn't trust them if they looked scary, right?"

[woo_oo]

"... Really?" She didn't know why, but the thought of her made her heart beat a bit faster. "Okay! Cool! Thanks!" With that, she began to wiggle it on - predictably, since it was made for Lena, it's bigger than Webby's size, making her look extra cute a little silly.

[twilightskey]

"Did you know how to use magic before coming here?"

He knew some worlds had magic and some didn't.

[bornebygrace]

Her grin made him happy. He liked it when he could get people to smile.

"New? Uh, sorta. I was here when everyone first arrived, but then I guess there was some cosmic accident and I went home, then came back?" He scratched the back of his head. "It was weird, but I'm here now. Hopefully for keeps this time!" He didn't really want to go back to his empty apartment again. It was always so quiet now.

"Eh, I dunno if you coulda guessed - I wear a hoodie so people can't see my wings for a reason. I'm just glad you didn't suggest vampire, with the pointy ears and the teeth and the," he motioned to his face and how overall white he was, "you know. With some of the young adult novels and all the idea of day walking vampires isn't so weird, so people think it's fair game?" He chuckled at the idea of being a sparkly vampire.

"Isabel! That's a wonderful name!" The enthusiasm may be a little misplaced, but he couldn't help it - something had tickled Aaron. "And Chaos - does he cause as much trouble as his name implies? I'm Aaron LeBlanc." Yes, the surname was something he picked as a joke. He gave a small bow with a smile, as if saying "at your service" with his name. He laughed and scratched the back after. "Purble's mostly just here to be my cuter half, if I were to be honest."

He looked over the Musical Force Projector without touching it. "Don't you 'just this' it - that's actually pretty cool! You must be pretty talented in music, then?"

[hotheadwarmheart]

Definitely unconventional, but also a great way of keeping chalk dust off of one's clothes.

Lea nodded. "Yeah," he said. "I've never really gotten into those sorts of books, but it definitely sounds like the kind of language myths, legends, and fairy tales are written in."

When fire was called for, he pulled out his wand. He made a few quick gestures, ending with the wand pointing at Eleven. "Fireball!", he called out, sending a small fireball at his friend. He was fairly confident now that the ward would hold, but was also ready to jump in and help Eleven quickly put himself out if it didn't.