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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[treno_nobleman]

The laugh caught his glance again, not sure what he had done to earn it. He must have been more amusing to the man than Noctis would say, or Noctis's world had been far more boring than Gaia on the worst of days if he could make the king chuckle as much as he had been. Now that he thought about it, Noctis laughed around him more than anyone. Strange.

He shut the thought aside and turned back to the sky, watching the clouds again. "To fit the mood, yes. I would appreciate a bit of unfortunate weather right now, in fact, if it wouldn't concern me what it would do to my hair."

The trees could go and walk themselves to death for all he cared. It wasn't unheard of that the local plant life could and would get up and animate itself as it saw fit, some species. But Kuja had spent time and effort on his aesthetic, and if dousing the flame that had become part of his locks would spoil that, he would be quite cross.

[fatedsacrifice]

At the hair comment, Noctis turned away and tried coughing. Tried. And failed. He couldn't help it, but the laughter felt just so damn good. He tried not to look back at Kuja but this was just way too much.

After a few minutes he was holding his stomach from laughing so damn hard and sat his back against a tree which fortunately was a real tree. This was too much.

In between fits of laughter, the king managed to get a few words out. "Wouldn't..want to ruin..that pretty hair."

Noct figured he was going to get huffed at or talked down to or worse, but this was just too priceless.

[treno_nobleman]

Oh, the man had figured right. He liked his condition with the addition of the blazing red and flames to adorn them little and liked being made fun of for it even less, especially with as much effort as he put into his appearance on a regular basis. Yet another reminder that as much as he put toward a single goal could all be taken down within an instant by the whims of something out of his control, and he did not like being out of control.

The glare Kuja turned on Noctis then fit a fine contrast to the flame in his hair, tail lashing behind him in irritation as if the hand on his hip and look didn't speak of his shift in mood loudly enough. "Something funny about this, is there?"

[fatedsacrifice]

Sorry Kuja. Yes, Noctis is a dead king as you know from the body swap but the kicker is (that you may or may not have noticed during it) that he is still twelve. Ok physically thirty, mentally twenty and sometimes twelve. He got put to sleep by Bahamut for ten years and although he came out and did his duty and died and all of that, sometimes the boy comes out in the man before you. This is such a time.

The king was holding his sides and had leaned against a tree to get all of the laughter out. But he's fighting to breathe.

"I figured..you were vain about all that hair." There's still plenty of laughter in his tone.

[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...