October Event Log

[magicademymods]

October Event Log Visitors Visitors from other Magicademies aren't uncommon, of course. Diatu is home not only to the Sundered and their arrival, but also a dragon, the legacies of Anastara Diatu, Headmaster Birony, and that place that serves chili. It is uncommon for them to all show up in matching black robes like they just stalked out of a warlock convention, but then again, Diatu Magicademy has long since lost any idea of what normal behavior is. They bring an artifact, which apparently is draconic in nature, and to that extent, they ask to speak to Professor Ire regarding it. Naturally, the good Professor agrees, joining them on the Walk. Within one second of his arrival, golden chains of magic lash around his neck -- one from each of the visitors, who then begin to tighten them. Warcry Ire's roar is not subtle, nor is the way it chokes off. Within moments, pandemonium reins. For those brave souls who wish to engage the foreign wizards, know this: they are powerful, strangely so, with an odd force behind their spells and defenses that explains how they are strong enough to corral a dragon. They show no emotion, they feel no pain, and they will not let their attack on Ire fade for a second. But this is their weakness: much of their power is bound up in that attack. Their focus is primarily on the dragon, and so they do not defend themselves by simply slaying all who oppose them. They have one mission and one mission only. They have assistance, though. One of them has opened a portal, allowing hordes of devilish imps to run loose, heedless of the damage they might cause. These imps are sharp-toothed, sharp-clawed, and terribly quick, and they desire only to hurt and kill. Of course, the students of Diatu Magicademy are no cowards, and no pushovers; spells fly in response, explosions fill the air and singe hair off those too close, and the battle is sudden chaos worsening every minute as more imps pour out of the portal and more students race from every corner of the campus to join the fray. Tilt Where the hell is Headmaster Birony? Shouldn't she be deus ex machina-ing these situation like the absurdly-powerful wizard that she is, all evidence aside? That question receives a partial answer when the entire island of Ascelion drops six feet straight down. The drop is faster than gravity, as if something is in fact trying to pull the island down -- which means all people and all things upon it fall slower than it descends. The impact that comes when the island suddenly stops, and stops its inhabitants a moment later, is bone-jarring. Items shatter and snap across the island, canals overtop their channels and pour water onto the streets, bruises and sprains and breaks from the sudden blow are not the worst injuries inflicted. Then the island begins to lurch about like a Valhudor student after five straight days of partying, spinning and twisting and jerking around in midair. Students tumble to the ground in droves, exposing themselves to the imps as the tide of battle suddenly shifts. And shifts somewhat back, as the Professors arrive on scene, their powerful magics making up for the loss of support from the students. Tumbling, pitching, tilting, whirling, but the battle rages on still. Run away or fight, or simply try to help however you can... Slow and Steady Victory The dragon wizard Grieve accounted for almost everything. His magic, which humans would call Dictation, has rendered his human puppets strong and powerful. His scheme to unleash imps on the grounds has kept the students and faculty from focusing on freeing his victim. His assault on Ascelion itself keeps that meddling Headmaster occupied. Yes, the resistance has proven stronger than expected, but he is certain he will win! Grieve did not account for two things. First, Diatu is a ridiculous place. And second, he forgot that the Magicademy has one more sets of defenders. First one imp dies, cut in half by a sword stroke too swift for the eye. Then another, impaled by a spear which withdraws like the flick of an eyelash. Then a third, smashed ruthlessly as if by a giant's fist. Three allies arrive, to turn the tide: Ballet the Land Whale, wielding her sword; Tango the Land Dolphin, master of the spear; and Waltz the Land Wholphin, coming into her own as a student of the warhammer. With their ability to swim through the ground effortlessly, the cetaceans can strike at the imps from surprise and safety, which is all the forces of Diatu Magicademy need to begin pushing back! If you want to take out a wizard, close the portal, or sever the spells that bind Ire, now is the time to do it! Recovery The battle is won. Not without cost. The wizards have been taken into custody, though it's probably futile; when the dragon's magic released their minds, they were only confused and baffled at their situations. They likely remember nothing. Ire is all right. Despite the pain of the attack, he's honestly touched that the school rallied to his defense. But the students, the Magicademy, the city -- all of them have suffered from being shaken like the fruit pieces inside a gelatin getting slapped. Injuries, some critical, and property damage, often extensive, spread out in waves. That was a pretty rough time of it. But at least now you can breathe. Right? RIGHT?!

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Alec Hardy | OTA

[scotch_egg]

War Cry

God, it's chaos. Alec doesn't know what he's looking at, but thankfully there's hardly any time to think. Spells are flying thick and fast and his heart is racing but it better bloody well hold out. He grits his teeth as a spell from behind nearly takes his ear off. He ignores the singeing burn to shout over his shoulder.

"Pay attention, idiots! Bloody hell! Work together instead of flinging spells about." No one seems to hear him. No one seems to listen. Everyone is preoccupied which is just as well. He flits around the battlefield, doing what he can, firing spells and trying to avoid being hit.

An imp comes straight for his throat and he grunts as it hits, skidding to one knee, cursing as the teeth bare down. Only the strange whip-dog, biting the creatures leg and pulling kept it from going further. Still as the pressure increased, Alec wasn't sure he wouldn't get his throat ripped out.


Tilt

"Shit!" He falls and lands hard, snapping an arm as he does so. His heart is raging but somehow or another he manages to get to his feet, staggering upright ignoring the pain. The whip dog unwinds itself and wraps around his arm and shoulder like a sling. Alec doesn't know what to make of it, but spotting someone nearby who is still recovering from the fall, knows he doesn't have a second to think.

A wave of imps are coming.

"Stay down!" He has mostly stopped bleeding but on a kind of instinct he reopens the wound at his throat with blunt nails and flings whips of blood at the wave of tiny demons. "Get out while you can! I'll hold them off, but I can't for long..."


Recovery

Don't mind him. He's just hunched up against a blasted bit of wall, trying and failing not to have a heart attack. He'll be fine in a minute, really. And if he's not... well...

Tilt

[temptationaccomplished]

One of the imps stops suddenly, as if hitting a wall, trapped in a hastily drawn glyph. The another, the one closest to Alec, finds itself halfway across the campus and if lucky, still on the floating island. It isn't lucky. The angel is not feeling charitable and the impulsive miracle leaves him even more visibly tired.

"I hope you aren't planning to sacrifice yourself," he says, attempting to sound more annoyed than distressed. He's bloody and bruised; hasn't had the strength to spare a miracle to deal with the blood in his hair or the break in his wrist, not when there are more pressing things to save his natural power for. His gaze lingers critically on Alec's injured neck. "Would be a terrible waste."

Re: Tilt

[scotch_egg]

"You more than me." His voice is gravelly in his throat and he's wheezing a bit. "Christ, you look like hell. Aren't you supposed to be immune to that shit?" Though the waves of imps are decreasing somewhat, there are still plenty of them and he whips some away with an accuracy that surprises him but he tries not to let it show on his face.

"You should get somewhere safe."

[temptationaccomplished]

He looks mildly embarrassed at the state of his appearance.

"You would think, but it does complicate things to bounce around being a human here and an immortal there. Poor corporation doesn't know what to do with--" He pauses, caught off guard as Alec impressively takes out some imps with his magic. The magic style leaves much to be desired, but the angel would be lying if he said he wasn't at least a little...intrigued.

"There isn't anywhere and I haven't found Crowley. Anyway, I'm not leaving you to these..." One of his glyphs activates behind him, trapping an imp and banishing it via Sundering somewhere near the portal. Maybe. Possibly. He was in a hurry when drawing up the spell. "--these heathens, Alec. At least let me see to your wounds."

[scotch_egg]

"Well take care of yourself. Nice." That to the sigil. "We need more healers than anything. Besides which Anthony would throw a fit if he saw you. Heal yourself first and worry about the details later."

He slips a bit in a pool of what he doesn't want to think of as blood and nearly goes to one knee, wrenching his arm painfully.

"Makes me miss New York. Hell, makes me miss Broadchurch. God."

[temptationaccomplished]

“I am NOT wasting a miracles on myself. ‘Anthony,’” that is, Crowley, “will have to understand.” He reaches out to grab hold of Alec, awkwardly with his good hand, trying to steady him. It’s minimally effective. Then, catching sight of his own state. “I do look a fright, though, don’t I. I hope he doesn’t find it... terribly off putting.” There are those familiar doe eyes Alec so often puts up with, asking to be reassured: tell me Anthony will still like me, even if I look like I’ve been through Hell.

“Funny,” he says softly, after another imp is soundly dealt with, “looking back, to think New York was ever a simpler time.” He keeps looking at that neck wound. He thinks he could likely heal Alec, if he hadn’t once promised not to. Sorely tempting when standing this close, seeing so much blood already spilled. “We had no idea just how big the universe was yet.”

[scotch_egg]

"Please." He was going to say something derogatory but then in a beat of stillness he got a full glimpse of Fell-- Damaged and bloodied and bruised as he was...That color white did not exist on anything on Earth or anywhere and Alec knew that no matter how hard he worked he would only be a thin gray shade next to this. No more than a grain of sand slipping through and easily forgotten.

"You're beautiful."

A grain of sand with a big bloody mouth.

He flushed and pulled away from Fell's grip.

"I want to go back to it. No... No I want to go back... Where it was even simpler than that. It was a lot easier when it wasn't...complicated." He saw a knot of students in the distance cowed by a flock of imps.

"Take them together?"

Recovery... sorta

[serpentinthegarden]

He stumbled out of the milling throng of imps still being driven back by the weirdness of the academy but was in fairly decent shape considering... It was more than their impish lives were worth to attack a demon so his injuries had mostly come from that unhappy fall when the entire island had dropped. His ribs hurt and one hand clutched at them as he moved but nothing was actually broken. He was merely winded and likely to end up sporting one hell of a bruise come later this evening.

Not that any of this really factored into his thinking. Crowley searched the crowd of those on the sidelines desperately looking for a sprig of white hair, some brilliantly unfurled wings, and slightly cursing everyone who was not the angel he was looking for... Until he spotted Alec.

"You!"

The demon's eyes flashed red, not by actually changing color but through the fury of recognition. How dare you not be Aziraphale thoughts wrestled in direct competition with how dare you be this injured.

"Where is he?"

The question was growled even as Alec's arm was slung over his shoulder, painfully dragging the idiot along to the school nurse's station.

[scotch_egg]

He had a hard time resisting. Even breathing. The pain was intense and he would rather give into it just for it to be over but he found himself hauled up, noticing the wings out of his periphery but too concerned with his own imminent death to work on his long standing existential crises. After all he might not be in existence much longer.

"Don't... don't know. Let go... look for him... I'm ..fine. shit!"

[serpentinthegarden]

"You're an idiot!"

He was angry so the insults flew freely even as a dark wing draped itself over Alec's back.

"If you wanted to die you could have just let these imps tear you apart instead of going through all this!"

[scotch_egg]

"People... need...help..." He staggers, his legs barely keeping him up anymore as darkness fuzzes around his vision. He grips Anthony's shoulder with his good hand.

"Tell Fell... he's beautiful... He was worried..."

[serpentinthegarden]

"Course he is, he's an angel, they come that way."

Was this news? He supposed Alec had never actually seen an angel with their wings outstretched before... And Aziraphale must have been out there some where, brilliant wings unfurled, bravely standing up for these humans who couldn't have stood up alone.

It was a prettier picture than the worry which painted his angel injured and laying in some gutter some where.

"What are you rambling about?"

He shifted Alec's weight to take even more of it as he sagged, threatening crumple to the ground before they reached the nurse's office. It caused Crowley's bruised ribs to scream but he ignored them.

[scotch_egg]

"I mean love him, stupid." He barely had the word for it. He stopped. Had to. Had so little strength left in him even if they were almost there. He rested his head against the other's, wheezing.

"I'm glad ...you're here."

[serpentinthegarden]

Love...

Him...

Crowley's wings bristled as he couldn't... He did, but no... It wasn't something they did. They were friends and that had taken them centuries to work up to. The rest... no. Aziraphale wasn't interested and Crowley wouldn't even know where to begin when it came to loving anyone.
Even if he secretly already did.

"Shuddup! You're talking crazy like you are actually going to die."

The nurse's office was just right ahead. Crowley could make out the outline of it just over the top of the neatly trimmed hedge and if those nurses couldn't do anything for Alec then he could. Oh, there were rules against using miracles to save humans but he had never met a rule he couldn't break.

"Must be getting delirious or something..."

Which would explain the desire for a cuddle feeling he was picking up on here.

[scotch_egg]

"'s no great loss..." With that half delirious mutter he listed forward, lost to the world though not quite beyond help. He didn't want to go, not really, not so stupidly, not having done anything-- But if he could have just brought them a little closer together, at least that would be something.

War Cry

[whose_son_am_i]

A bolt of green magic shot into the imp, distracting it enough for a follow up strike of ice. Cast with a dagger as focus, Loki'd instinctively used his own magic first before using Discovery. "Take a moment and get back, idiot."

He's sliding in with daggers flashing, striking and also casting sigils and gestures to call ice, fire, wind. All interspersed with bits of his own green-magic bolts, that while weaker, added to the chaos. Moving to buy Alec and his familiar-beast some time.

[scotch_egg]

He staggered back and struggled for breath. The lanky bastard didn't even have a hair singed. He gasped, heart racing, blood pooling worryingly on the ground but he was ignoring that for now.

"There's too many of them," he finally managed. "Don't worry about me. Look after the kids. I"ll be fine..." He could taste blood on the back of his tongue bu that shouldn't mean anything.

[whose_son_am_i]

"Those kids are doing much better than you are right now." Loki said, focusing on casting still. This time with both daggers and hands as he tried for a slightly larger blast of ice. Augmenting it with his own magic again, before stabbing a few of the imps that had managed to power through.

"If you really want to help, then either get serious about casting or get out of the way."

[scotch_egg]

"Piss off. You're in my way." A muttered spell and he drags the blood from his throat in a braided scourge that he uses to slash apart imps, trying not to think of wait it means or the faint judder of impacted skin.

"No one asked you to come help to begin with." The strange whip creature began to chase after some imps, herding them, bringing them closer in a wave of teeth and fury.

"Fucking hell..."

[whose_son_am_i]

"I'm starting to think you have a martyr complex." Loki murmured with an eye-roll. Alec's casting was interesting. He'd have to study it later though, as his attention is quickly taken by more imps. What they need is to stop the wizards, and the source of the imps.

[scotch_egg]

He didn't stop. He couldn't. But he hated that the words clawed at him. Dug around in his guts. Like everything he did was so simple. For some gain. As useless as shouting at a storm. Story of his bloody life really. Effort for nothing.

"Then let me go in peace." He cleaved a few through and then as a few of them jumped into the air, dragged up pebbles and snapped a word that transformed them into darts, perforating them and making him feel ill.

"Go after who really matters since you're so bloody good."

[whose_son_am_i]

"I'd rather you not fall dead on my watch, believe it or not." Loki shot back, gesturing with his daggers and sending some shards of ice at the imps. Then he took a step back by Alec, and summoned his own magic to the fore. Illusionary-duplicates of himself, flooding the area around him and Alec and hopefully providing some cover.

"I've gotten used to you as a class-partner and it'd be a pain to have to start over." He's bought them a moment or two to strategize.

Warcry

[knightofbooks]

“And how do you suggest we do that?” Vio asked back once he had a moment. Seems someone did hear him.

Ah-! Vio dodged one of the attacks, a cut to his cheek. “Ng-! Dominic!”

Stepping back and letting the blur of his familiar take out the imp, Vio looked over his shoulder at Alec. “Cause I’m all ears!”

Re: Warcry

[scotch_egg]

Give him a moment to tear the imp from his throat and draw deep shuddering breaths as the coppery scent of blood fills the air.

"I don't know." Damnit. He needed to think. Think.

"What are you good at?"

[knightofbooks]

Blood. They’re both just screamed easy targets, didn’t they? If Vio had a weapon, he’d be able to handle this. As it was… “Strategy.” Gah-! He ducked from another imp. Shoot-! “A spare sword would be great-!”