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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

Wonders Await

Diatu Magicademy is open to you in all its glory. Have fun!

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"Woah!" Rin's staring wide-eyed at everything he comes across, jumping from place to place just to see what's up. He doesn't seem overly bothered in the snow even though he's just wearing his school jumper, cloak tucked into his carrier bag haphazardly. The perks of being powered by infernal flames, right?

"Hey, what's that?" He goes up and asks literally anyone, pointing at their familiar, their clothes, the cool looking item they're holding.

Research

He'd declined the samples, especially those that asked for blood. He just isn't comfortable with someone having the Blood of Satan in some vial for god-knows-who to use.

He did, however, consent to spells being tested on him - so now he's walking around with bright blue hair that sticks straight up and slightly luminous palms.

"This isn't even the weirdest thing to happen to me all week," he laughs at the spell caster, but he's easily overheard.

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Eleven hasn't fared much better. His hair is streaked with white and yellow, aware of it because he can see strands of color in his peripheral. The spells have been harmless otherwise, at least.

"You must lead an interesting life," he comments, surveying his hands and relieved to find them ordinary. After a moment, he realizes he could actually make the same claim.

He hesitates when the wizard raises his wand with a contemplative look.

"Erm, I think that's enough for now."

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"Yeah, you could say that, I guess," he replies because really, what's the Bastard son of Satan to say?

"Well, at least is just like, surface stuff that's changed," he laughs, looking at his slightly glowing hands. He wonders if the magic would stick to his demon form, though he knows better than to just try that in the middle of all these people.

"Hey, how long do you think this shit'll last?"

It might be the gravity-defying blue hair or the coarse way he speaks, but Eleven is reminded of Erik rather strongly.

A difficult life, he guesses, sympathetic.

Eleven touches his hair, but it's difficult to bring it into focus without straining his eyes.

"I hope not terribly long. The magical effects I'm used to can last a few hours untreated until it fades, but my hair has never changed color before."

"Eh, I'm not a fan of the whole 'sticking up' thing, but I kinda like the colour," he laughs.

"Man, my dad never let me change it when we were kids, something about being 'Too punk' or some shit," he grumbles, because honestly how the hell could Father Fujimoto live the life he did and then turn around and tell Rin 'That's too punk'. Geez.

"Hell, I might even keep it this colour if I can figure out how. Maybe," he grins.

He smiles, oblivious to whatever 'punk' is.

"My- one of my closest friends has hair like that. It's natural, though. If it does fade, you'll probably be able to change it by magic when we learn enough. Then you could have whatever color you want."

"What really, Naturally bright blue? Man what a world you must live in," he laughs boisterously.

"Yeah, man, I wonder what those lessons are gonna be like. I hate learning like, theory and shit." The idea is not appealing to him at all.

Blue hair isn't terribly odd where he's from it's true, but the way Erik wears it definitely is, so he nods with a bit of a shrug. He's more given to sympathize about the lessons to come as his stomach performs a sudden flip.

"I hope we get to choose our classes. I don't know if I could make it through those kinds of lessons, either."

Aaron saw him coming a hundred miles away. And he could feel the question coming, with the pointing finger readied. Yes. There it was. What is that. He was pointing to Purble, which was resting on one of Aaron's arms, leaning up against Aaron with its eyes closed.

"It's a platypus. What's that?" Aaron would point to something of interest on Rin, mimicking the teen.

"What? You mean this?" He shuffles the bright red cloth covering of the Kurikara into vision. "It's my sword," he says, like that explains everything.

"What the hell kind of Platypus is purple?"

Orisa assumed the question was directed at basically all of her. Which, to be fair, was quite a reasonable assumption.

"I am a modified OR-15 combat omnic. My name is Orisa, and my purpose is to defend the people of Numbani!"

"Wait wait wait, you're like... a whole Robot? Holy shit, a Mecha?" And he already thought his life was like a Shounen Manga before all this Sundering business.

"That's Amazing! Where... Where is Numbani?"

"A mecha is piloted. I am an omnic!" Her correction came cheerfully, not the first time she'd had to clarify those points. "Numbani is a city close to Nigeria, near the African savannah. But I do not know if those data points have relevance to you."

"So you're like, a fully sentient Robot? What the hell, that's so cool," he says, so much awe showing in his face. What's even more amazing is that he can't even sense any Demons in the Omnic, so yeah, she's completely not being run by another entity.

"Africa? Hey, that means you're from Earth, too! I'm from Japan, but I'm guessing like, way in the past. What year are you from? You said you're an Omnic but what's that?" He starts to shoot off questions like a kid in a toy-store.

"'Robot' is a fairly accurate term, and I do have a full complex AI. While I am programmed in various ways, I may act as I choose. And I am not certain the calendar is the same for both of us, so if I say the late 21st century, does that work for you?" Interesting! People could be brought here through time as well as space. That made sense but was a ramification she had not yet considered.

"Wow, that's pretty fuckin' amazing! I don't know shit about AI much, unless it's like, games and stuff." The closest he gets to AI nowadays is a demon possesing his computer... again.

"I'm from Early 21st, so you're like, actually from the future! That's so cool," he grins.

"That is logical. Space and time are the same thing, so magic which can manipulate space can also manipulate time." Or at least, that was logical on a scientific basis; Orisa didn't know to question if the rules applied to magic that way. "Most major AI advances came later in the century, so it is no surprise you are unfamiliar with them."

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Peridot goes cross-eyed in her attempt to look at what Rin has zoned in on - the Gem on her forehead, to be specific. She smiles a little, with a fond sort of pride, before putting on the airs of an expert.

"That's me."

Clearly, it was explanation enough, right?

"That? What? No like, the Gem, not just you," he laughs to himself, though her whole get up was also kind of weird anyway.

"Yes," Peridot sighs, before clarifying, "The Gem is me. That's me, and the rest of me is... Well, also me, but I don't need it."

That probably wasn't the best clarification.

Despite the rather intrusive questioning, Takane remains graceful and polite as Rin gets all up in her business and points at the wrapped cloth hanging off her hip with a leather strap. She covers her mouth with a hand to suppress a giggle, before she replies. Goodness, he's quite energetic. It reminds her fondly of her colleagues back home.

"It was labeled as the Wand of Wind," she would have unwrapped its sealing cloth to show him, but after one wrong twitch, she'll refrain from doing so until she can practice in a more open area. "I've yet to master it, but it is quite a mystifying item."

He'd been too fixated on the Things and Stuff happening that he hadn't actually paid any attention to who he was talking to. He'd gone to reply to her because that sounded really really awesome, but the second he'd look up and seen who he was talking to, he'd gone abruptly red and quiet.

Holy shit she was pretty. And Hot. Pretty Hot. Oh no.

"Uh-h, uh, Wand of Wind?" He stutters out. Smooth, kid.

Being a rather popular idol back in her world, men gawking at her to the point of awkwardness was nothing new. An idol's looks were just as important as their ability to sing, dance, and entertain, so it isn't as if she wasn't ignorant to her own beauty. Therefore, all things concerned, she takes his sudden loss of words and energy quite gracefully. Actually, it's a bit remarkable she's taking any of this gracefully, being under-dressed for the frigid weather with only a long sundress and short-sleeved denim jacket.

"Fufu~" She giggles lightly, playing ignorant to his obvious starstruck(?) reaction. How endearing. "Indeed, good sir. It conjures up winds with the slightest movement. Unfortunately, I had not known this upon receipt, and inadvertently blown the shingles off someone's roof..."

It takes some effort for him to shake himself out of it, but he does manage after a few long seconds.

"Awh man, don't call me Sir," he grimaces, "That stuff's for my brother and my dad," He does not want the responsibility that comes with 'Sir', no thank you! He laughs when she mentions the roof thing, though.

"Pahah, really? Did you get away before they found you?"

Mm, that would be a hard habit to break, with her excessively formal speech being reinforced into her since she was young... But, she'll try. To drop the "good sir"/anata-sama. At his questions, she merely maintains her polite smile.

"Well... I suppose the matter has been long resolved," she replies cryptically, providing an answer yet no information about what has transpired. In fact, she changes the subject rather smoothly. "It is rather cold, is it not? Yet you are in good spirits. Most excellent. I am certain that can-do attitude will bet a great asset to us in returning the Sundered home."

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