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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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?"