Let The Games Begin

[magicademymods]

February Event and Intro Log Orientation Week/Magic Mayhem The campus of Diatu Magicademy stretches out before you, confused and chaotic and surging with energy. Where are you headed? To your dorm or suite, to get settled? Maybe you need some food now? Wherever you head off to as your first stop, you have to deal with the snow. Helpful or proud students are passing out various magical remedies to get you where you need to be -- umbrellas with a nasty tendency to dump snow directly onto other people nearby, an iron tube that projects fire but appears to have no off switch, snowshoes that keep you slightly too high off the snow and thus provide no friction for stopping... Familiar Follies Familiars do not harass or harm each other as a rule -- but that doesn't mean they have no pecking order, and the week of Orientation finds them all jockeying for status and position as suits them. This can take the form of pranks, displays, competitions, or simple physical assertiveness towards each other. The goal is simply to be seen as superior by the student body. New wizards especially may find themselves surprised at this behavior of their familiars... Research On the Sundered With the arrival of the Sundered come those wizards engaged in research on their presence here, now set to investigate what brought them here and how to get them home. All Sundered students are asked to meet with representatives of the research team, to introduce themselves and relate what they will of their homes. In addition, the team requests samples of blood, hair, and skin -- carefully magically collected, and the researchers will sign in the presence of the Sundered a Glyphed contract that forbids them from using the samples for a purpose they know will be harmful. (They quite understand your reasons to be suspicious of this collection! And they will not compel anyone who refuses even given these conditions.) Furthermore, they request to perform a few spells on you for testing purposes. It is, quite regrettably, possible that if you consent to this testing, you will come away with a temporary side effect -- a slight change of hair color, traveling two steps for every one you take, one hand moving about a second behind the arm it should be attached to, or being ridden by a penguin. No need to worry, these changes won't last more than a day! Wonders Await Diatu Magicademy is open to you in all its glory. Have fun!

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[stillnewatthis]

Orisa's voice became alarmed, and thus more urgent. "In that instance, you must leave the snow immediately. If you have no ability to feel, you cannot detect cold damage to your extremities! Normalizing your temperature is critical!"

[nobodys_puppet]

"Only for someone who wants to survive," she said, flatly.

[stillnewatthis]

"Survival is fundamental! You cannot accomplish anything if you do not survive!"

[nobodys_puppet]

"What needs to be accomplished can only be done if I die forgotten. Forget you saw me and leave!"

[stillnewatthis]

"That is impossible. My nonvolatile memory is rated for several hundred years." Orisa advanced forward again, now convinced that something needed to be done with this person.

[nobodys_puppet]

"Then... Then the only way to be forgotten" given the utter lack of Naminé "is to destroy you?" She struggled to try and pull her foot free again.

[stillnewatthis]

"Your conclusion is irrelevant. You cannot accomplish anything if you are dead."

Finally Orisa made it onto the scene, emerging into Xion's view like the giant hippotaur robot she was.

[nobodys_puppet]

"That's where you're wrong."

And then she saw who she had been talking to. Or rather... what. She'd never seen a Heartless or Nobody like that. Another hard yank, ignoring pain this time, and her foot pulled free. She stood in the snow in a fighting stance, one hand flung to the side to summon....

Right... No keyblade.

Xion did what she was sure was the smart thing. She turned and fled.

[stillnewatthis]

"Wait! You are running outside of established map parameters!"

This was not good at all! Orisa pointed her fusion driver at the girl, diverted power to her graviton generator, and --

Click. Nothing happened. Her generator had been offline.

"Oh no!"

[nobodys_puppet]

She risked a glance back and guessed what had happened. So she wasn't the only one without her powers. She had a chance. She faced forward again, looking for something to climb.

[stillnewatthis]

Well, time to catch up the old-fashioned way: by running! "You are going to get lost!" she protested, as if the girl was at all listening to logic.

[nobodys_puppet]

She was going to lose you, actually, if she could.

She found a stack of boxes alongside a wall. She climbed them nimbally, almost more jumping than climbing before pulling herself up onto the short roof above the boxes. She ran across that, looking for another rooftop to jump to from there.

[stillnewatthis]

That was a good move, one Orisa couldn't hope to duplicate.

"You are going to fall off and hurt yourself!" she said, practically a wail. This was not going according to plan at all!

Thank you for the thread. Sorry about the Xion. :D

[nobodys_puppet]

No. She really wasn't. she found another rooftop, a little higher than she could easily reach. She backed up and took it at a run, leaping into the air. It was very majestic. Until she slammed face first into the wall. But her flailing hand caught the edge of the upper roof. She pulled herself up and kept running, glad she wasn't being followed.