January Event Log

[magicademymods]

January Event Log An Undoubtedly Universal Holiday For All Worlds It has come to the faculty's attention that many of the Sundered are accustomed to some sort of holiday around this time of year, corresponding to the solstice or around thereabouts. To that extent, in the hopes that you all will be more comfortable and happy while stuck here in the Tenscore Kingdoms, they've secretly worked on preparations and planning for just such a holiday here in the Magicademy. Let us, then, commence... The Day of Fireflies. The magical holiday where we all gather and give thanks to the magic fireflies who gave us an eternal flame, that we might survive the cold winter nights! (It turns out the faculty's main adviser on what the holidays are like was Spyro.) Fireflies dance around the academy, bringing warmth and light wherever they shine. The buildings have been decorated in long strips of pollen and nectar to attract the bugs, so that they light the edges and corners in celebration of their presence. A giant firefly balloon hovers over the Great Hall, periodically causing havoc with the delivery airships. Someone magicked up a great tree with multicolored, shimmering needles. Occasionally a golem that looks to be an animated skeleton in a suit shows up and attempts to steal the holiday, giving the students a chance to merrily repel it with a barrage of snowballs; this represents a creature called the Nightmare, which apparently is a part of the holiday legacy as they understand it. Welcome to the magical winter holiday of Diatu. Good luck. The Other Side of We I)n the spirit of hope and togetherness and a cheap laugh (though only Cam Birony admits the third reason), the faculty have prepared special Modification circles for the students to use. One person stands in the Base circle, and then a friend steps into the Shape circle. The one who steps into the Shape circle will then assume the very species of the person in the Base circle! Now at last you can experience what it's like to be a dragon, a duck, a human, a furry, and a -- is Tyzias even a troll any more? Who the heck knows? Of course, these spells are very new and very experimental, so use at your own risk. You might accidentally get stuck in the form longer than you expect, swap bodies with the person in the Base circle, change partially only, turn strange colors, or turn into a badass dragon. Wait, Why Would We Turn Into Badass Dragons? Because the first test subject for Modification was none other than the legendary, half-mythical dragon Ire -- the Scourge of Gaole, the only dragon in the history of history itself to hold any sympathy for humanity, and occasional penpal of some Sundered students. The great Ire is now only the size of Spyro or so, which clearly troubles him greatly, but nonetheless he is available for you all to talk to! Ask him your questions! Throw snowballs at him! Throw snowballs at him that have questions written on them! This is your chance! Nothing Coold Possibley Go Wrong Classes are starting up again, the campus is bitter cold, and life goes on. It's almost like this is some sort of wildcard prompt.

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NOA | OTA

[noasark]

[Nice and Toasty]

"'The Day of Fireflies', hm?"

Noa has come to enjoy a rather quiet holiday all in all, and when Diatu's own 'holiday' comes forward he finds himself one part charmed and another part amused. He can see just a few bits and pieces from other tales and stories he's heard, and to see them all coming together in this way is pretty interesting. The boy has to chuckle, even as he keeps to the warmer areas of the campus- it's all ridiculous but in the end he can't be upset at all. Particularly not with the atmosphere. "It definitely makes for a peaceful atmosphere..." he begins, before something cold smacks him at the back of the head. "NGK-"

N O!

"WHO THREW THAT!"

Peace Over.

[Photos Taken Seconds Before Disaster]

"Alright...ready?" Such is what Noa asks to the one in the opposing circle from him- base or shape alike- even as he anxiously adjusts his uniform. "These better change with us," he mutters, frowning heavily.

Time is about to tell, he supposes.

[We were ALMOST Badass...]

"Great." Upsides to the last circle malfunction is that his uniform is alright. Downsides are...

Well, this. It looks very much like Noa had a failed cross with a dragon- he's got the horns. He's got the eyes. He even has some rather sharp teeth in that mouth of his, and a set of wings folded up awkwardly against his back. But-

"Hhh...hhHHEEEH-CH!"

Oh, and there's the fire breath.

"Tell me we're not stuck this way for long..."

Nice and Toasty

[woo_oo]

Webby threw it, because of course she did.

"Wow, Noa, you really need to learn to stop being such an easy target. You'll never survive that way!"

[noasark]

"NNNHHHHH-!!"

Noa, predictably, fumes and immediately points at the local skele-golem running off with a bag of fireflies. "You're supposed to be aiming for THEM!"

[woo_oo]

"C'mon, where's your competitive spirit?" She wants to play, so you should too!

"Come play with us!"

[noasark]

"If I had one, that wouldn't have helped." BOOOOOO, BORING

Noa is slowly but steadily proving himself quite the grinch at this point. With crossed arms he looks away. "I refuse..!"

BOOOOOO!!

[woo_oo]

"I could hit you again," she pointed out.

[noasark]

He wants to say, 'you wouldn't.'

But it's Webby. She absolutely would. Noa prepares to make a break for it, backing away slowly. "...Doesn't that defeat the purpose of getting me to enjoy this..?" he tries, narrowing his eyes and looking for the nearest escape route.

[woo_oo]

"I'll give you a five second head-start."

At the very least, she always keeps her word?

[noasark]

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

AND HE'S RUNNING! He doesn't even say a word. Just bolts, pendant ocarina in his mouth as he tries to think of the best tune to get some kind of advantage back in his pocket.

It's hard and Webby sort of has the advantage of being:

1, surrounded by her weapon
2, Webby

[woo_oo]

One, two, three, four, five.

"Here I come!" She chirps happily, before bolting into a sprint, chucking snowball after snowball.

[noasark]

"HNNNNNHH-!" HE HASN'T THOUGHT OF A SONG YET!

For now his best friend is the walls. And-

"NO-"

Penguins.

Various penguins start appearing from the woodwork, dedicatedly taking the snowball hits as they go. They just sort of fall one snow-ball each.

So many penguins....lost to the snow...

How can he avenge them....

[woo_oo]

"Awwww!" Webby coos as she sees them. "What an adorable defense system!"

... And she's not showing them any mercy either.

[noasark]

"YOU'RE SLAUGHTERING MY FAMILIAR'S ARMY..!" Noa hisses as he ducks behind a pillar, rushing up a flight of stairs from there.

[woo_oo]

"Of course, why wouldn't I?" It made sense to her.

Time to hit the stairs! "CUTENESS DOESN'T WIN WARS, SOLDIER!"

[noasark]

"Gggyyy-!!"

Around the stairs around the stairs-

And! Finally he gets a few notes out on the ocarina as he passes a few statues. Something lively, something fun, something-

A statue just threw a snowball at Webby. They will continue to come.

"HAH!" He shouts triumphantly. "A taste of your own medicine!"

[woo_oo]

Finally, something that gets Webby to pause!

"... Since when have you been able to do that?"

[noasark]

...

"...The statues normally move on their own," he huffs, turning a corner as another starts rolling a snowball. "I just woke them up again."

He does have a point- they generally can be seen doing stuff like moving parts of the campus around or joining the decorations or...

well now it's stuff like this but.

[woo_oo]

"Yeah, but I've never seen a STUDENT move them!" She objected, but with eager interest. "Do you have special permission?"

Before Disaster

[holdyourhorns]

Noa can certainly speak for himself considering that Spyro, in preparation for trying out being human for curiosity's sake, is stuffed uncomfortably into a bunch of oversized winter clothes that should hopefully fit after the change. Because even with fireflies warming the school up some with their presence, best not to freeze himself to death in the snow considering even his natural fire hasn't been enough by itself to keep warm this season.

"Ready! Let's fire it up!"

No pun intended but after all... cold is not fun when you're a reptile unused to really feeling it.

[noasark]

Mmmmmmh. The boy has to raise a brow at this, but alright. It isn't as if he'll be the one ruining what he wears, at worst. That's all for Spyro after all.

So! With a shrug, he nods. "Right...With a simple step then..."

He moves backward just slightly, and looks across. Alright, let's see this work then...

[holdyourhorns]

The mathematical runes in the circles start glowing brightly and a flash of light erupts within the shape circle- scales shift into tanned skin, claws gently recede to become nails, and more...

... And how his most key features translated is more apparent when the light fades. The now-human kid's eyes are still their usual purple, but a completely blond fauxhawk crowns his head in place of the horns and fleshy fin. It paints an interesting picture with the former dragon's taste for specific regional cuisines.

Oh and then he's shivering (only a little) as he has to fuss with every single piece of clothing he's wearing to make sure absolutely everything is tightly snug to his somewhat taller frame. "It's... it's cold...!" he chatters out, already lamenting about how much it sucks to not have dragon fire sitting in his chest.

[noasark]

"Huh." Huh! "Not what I expected." Somehow, he didn't think there'd be a mohawk translation. ...Anyway he raises his brows. "Mnnh. It is. The clothes aren't doing anything then?"

[holdyourhorns]

Considering how much they stop the breeze from reaching his... skin, he probably just needs a minute.

"No they're fine, I think. It's just... weird." Spyro steps out from the circle, unsure on two feet and no wings or tail as a counterbalance, but then picks up the rhythm surprisingly fast for someone that was once a quadrupedal-looking creature.

How close they are in age is also more obvious. "Not having my fire breath at all anymore is like... being without your own little sun sitting in your chest."

[noasark]

"So in other words, you didn't expect to be as cold as you are." Hmm. He supposes that makes sense? Noa closes his eyes, tapping his foot. "...It doesn't feel dangerously cold I hope?"

[holdyourhorns]

"Nothing like that...!" His face by now is a bit pink, but to say he was dying from the chill would be acting overdramatic.

After a few more shivers, the fact that humans are warm-blooded finally starts to help generate some heat to trap within the layers and he stills. "So, how do I look?"