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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[paradoxical_personality]

It was clear that the girl with the pigtails was used to having her orders followed as she jutted a hip out and leveled a stare at the other. "If you're uncertain then just do it so we can both get out of the snow".

[gender_neutral]

"I am not uncertain in the least. I do not actually have any cause that would press me to do as you say simply because you say it."

[paradoxical_personality]

Apparently her sarcasm aimed at this stranger's wording had been lost in the exchange as they chose to answer her straight. "Think of it this way, once I get my powers back your assistance now will help me to refrain from placing a curse on you later".

[gender_neutral]

"And once I have mine back, I see no reason not to retaliate with a quickened lightning bolt and a disintegrate should you try. Your point would be what, precisely? That I should obey because once your powers are restored you will be exactly the sort of two bit villian we deal with during random encounters and side quests? I may lack the rest of my party at this moment, but I assure you, should it be possible to regain our lost spell points my hard work and centuries of experience will restore mine long before yours even consider returning. I have dealt with your ilk before, and as I recall, we left Samantha out of spell slots for the day tied to her rather irritated father, their band of bandits, well, disbanded. As you can see, threatening me gains you nothing. I suppose were I the sort to hold a grudge the threat alone might earn you some small advantage as a rival, but I assure you, once I walk inside I intend to utterly forget your name should I ever learn it, and to think on you no more. I suggest for your part you reconsider being a spoiled brat and attempt to learn some skills that might actually be of use to you, to help yourself, rather than relying upon the blind obedience of utter strangers."

[paradoxical_personality]

"I think you would find retaliation difficult with the curse I was referring too." It was a killing curse as it were, one that was powerful enough to take down a fellow Aesir. Not that she would really employ the use of such a skill over something as petty as this. "My point would be it's cold, and wet and we're wasting time........." Or from her perspective this noisy person was. Beyond that, she resented being called a two-bit villain. She has joined a party herself that was trying to prevent Ragnarok, that seemed infinitely more important than the sort of sidequests that were being referenced here.

"Only centuries, huh?" Color her not impressed. Clearly, there was some ignorance as to who she was. "I eagerly await the day when your ego catches up with you." Preferably when you make your own journey to the land of the dead and once more gaze upon it's leader. It was for this reason that Hel did not in fact supply her name. "You're not worthy of becoming someone's rival." All of this would be rather amusing if she wasn't still being snowed upon, and feeling goosebumps running up and down her arms and legs. "You say that as if I've never done so before, but as we already covered all of our skills have been stripped from us, so your pathetic attempt to somehow shame me or discipline me is in vain." There was still enough of the cloth between here and the door that she could sort of hop across it. Normally she could have spread it herself with magic or simply levitated over the ground and have done with it.

Had V been at a different canon point your character's identity would actually be quite alarming.

[gender_neutral]

Magical resistance is a wonderful thing when one utilizes it themselves. And even if the curse should get through V's considerable spell resistance, resurrection spells are not exactly unheard of magic, and might even get V home sooner should Miss Starshine or any of the others have even a scrap of V's locks. Perhaps it was time, upon returning home, to insure that the cleric keep just such a talisman for each of them. Something to consider, later perhaps.

"I think you underestimate my natural defenses. As my race has not been stripped from me, only my spell slots, I feel you will be quite disheartened upon your first attempt to harm me, so no I do not think that retaliation will be unduly difficult. Unlike you I am neither bothered by the cold nor am I particularly seeking to subjugate random people who have the misfortune to cross my path. I do believe that efforts spent to disabuse someone of that particular habit is only time wasted if there is, in fact, no chance of that person ever growing or bettering. Unless of course one is having the seemingly futile argument anyway in order to give one's allies a chance to move into flanking position for a sneak attack."

"Uh... no one is coming," Willard said, from V's shoulder.

"Clearly I have been spending too much time with the Bard, expecting that for once the laws of drama might actually be of some marginal benefit to those actually trying to save the known universe!" V's hands flew up in frustration.

Mostly, though, this was because V really did not want to think about the day V's ego caught up, since that day was recently passed and worse than unpleasant. V's immortal soul was doomed for a short but crucial time in exchange for the power to feed that ego.

"But as I have been recently reminded, the attempt to do good is not in vain, even if one fails to succeed, or succeeds at positive goals that were not one's attempt. Perhaps I cannot rehabilitate you, but perhaps my standing up to you has empowered others to follow my example and refuse to do your bidding simply because you have bade it."

Missed opportunity, but it's all good!

[paradoxical_personality]

In all likelihood the occasion would never arise for either of them to discover who would come out on top in the end. Also, while Hel may talk a good game, or threaten people when she was irritated she wasn't one to needlessly abuse her powers- all the time. She might use her magic to oh say win a kite-flying contest, but if she used it in real combat it would be against a real opponent, and not against someone who may or may not actually deserve it.

As V began to pontificate, Hel was making her way over to the door carefully planning her footsteps as not to step on the snow. Once she reached the other side, she leaned over to start winding up the infinity cloth showing as much patience for it as she had for the walk over. It would have been swifter to severe the cloth, the excess would disappear, and she could just unfold more material when she needed it again.

Righting herself she looked toward the stranger, arching an eyebrow. "Oh- are you still here?" It was as if, Hel hadn't heard a single word. She probably had, but what would be more irritating than someone straight up ignoring you while you were trying to "rehabilitate" or lecture them. With that, she walked inside the building and started trying to strain the water out of her long hair.

Canon updates will be interesting... >.>

[gender_neutral]

V was totally someone to abuse magical powers for small petty vendettas, but was trying to learn to not be.Some lessons just took longer than others.

V was not put off by having been apparently ignored, and was a bit surprised that the other person was at the door, but that was about it. Sadly, V was used to people tuning out.

"Quite. And I notice that you are as well, where as you could have easily walked inside, rather than waiting for me to finish." V smirked, smugly.

Oh boy XD

[paradoxical_personality]

"If I wanted to drag a few yards of fabric behind me," Rolling her eyes and nodding toward the bundle in her arms. The delay had been to collect it, and not to wait for a pause. Turning on her heel she did in fact walk inside, after slinging the cloth around her like a scarf she proceeded to try and dry off her hair.

Leaving the small, strange little person she started walking around the foyer looking for some information on the dorms. The sooner she could find her room, the sooner she could see about making herself look more presentable and less like a drenched rat.

Thank you for the thread.

[gender_neutral]

And V went off in pursuit of information as to how to get home. Or at least how to regain a few more interesting spell slots.

Thank you as well, sorry Hel just wasn't having it at the end but I enjoyed it!

[paradoxical_personality]

[OOC: I look forward to when their paths must cross again and they're stuck with each other XD]

It took some doing but Hel soon discovered where the Gekronus Maius dorms were, never fully appreciating the irony of having been assigned to this house.