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April Event and Intro Log
Move off the common paths and onto 'shortcuts' or less frequented areas of the vast campus and things are quite different. Here, the plants grow just as experience with this chaotic and often dangerous school would lead you to expect. Broad-leafed stalks stretch upwards, petals unfolding to reveal long jets of fire instead of a sensible stamen. Bushes have large toothy mouths, and viciously swallow anyone who comes near (though they are still just bushes, and the victims end up on the their other side just a few scratches worse for wear). A tree grows quills instead of needles; another sprouts paper airplanes instead of leaves. An extremely aggressive pitcher-plant wanders the pathways, mugging students at knifepoint. It's a jungle out there.
Uh-huh. A pack of bullies with more spell experience than wisdom has banded together to take delight in the suffering of others. They overtly pick on the small, the meek, and those with less magical skill; they torment the larger, the bold, and the powerful in secret. Worse, they are the clever sorts of bullies, who go out of their way not to get caught and not to do anything that can't be played off or explained away. Maybe you attracted their attention by looking weak enough to pick on. Or strong enough to need to be taken down a notch. Or weird enough that you were the Other and thus lesser. Or pretty/handsome enough that you needed to look less attractive so they would look more so. They are pretty good at justifying picking on anyone, really. Are they pestering you by magical tripping or property destruction? Playing keep-away with your class books? Better be careful how you respond; their fathers might hear about it.
Now, to their credit, the assembled people aren't heartless. If a ship truly looks to be in trouble, or if it's smashed to the ground or into a dock, the people of Anastara don't hesitate to help those on board to safety or ensure that they don't go down with their ship. But mostly it's watching the chaos. It IS quite a show...
This month, the team has developed a Sundering Glyph designed to detect any influence of the magic on you. Painted on your arm, it will shine with a bright light when a Sundering effect attempts to influence you. They explain that they believe the Sundered are still subject to either the spell that brought them here or new ones, because they have detected remnants of Sundering magic in the wake of students who have mysteriously disappeared. They ask only that you report back when it lights up. Problem: when the Glyph erupts, either because of the Glyph itself or the spell it has detected... those who bear it find themselves no longer where they started. Perhaps they find themselves in a classroom late at night. Or the wrong dormitory. Or in the Great Hall in their nightshirt. Or for the utterly lowbrow amongst you, a restroom occupied by the wrong gender. Whatever the case: sorry.
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Research
Get the notebook out, get the paper out of that, and now put the notebook away. Alright, that should be it. Yuki was looking forward to getting some research done in the library, so it was just a matter of getting the paper turned in.
He'd no sooner walked up to the front desk when suddenly a person appeared that hadn't been there just a moment ago.
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"Sorry, I didn't mean to... I don't know if I actually did that, to be honest." A pause. "But hi."
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"Hello." And beyond this, her words confused Yuki and he tried to think this through. "You're not sure if you cast a spell or not?"
Was there some way that could happen?
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She shrugged, though she wasn't about to let go of the curiosity. Still, she didn't want to be rude, and offered her hand to the other student. "I'm Kamala, by the way."
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And he was about to ask, but she offered her hand and at first he looked at it quizzically, but then remembered that he'd seen other students shaking hands in greeting, so he took her hand after she said her name.
Still, he couldn't help but slightly bow his head. "I'm Yuki Sohma, it's nice to meet you."
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Though how or why that had happened remained a mystery to him.
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Kamala tucked some of her hair behind her ear. Really, she could only imagine what this school would be like to someone who had gone through life thinking the fantastic was impossible.
"How about you? Is magic new, something you're used to, or kind of in-between?"
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But Yuki wasn't about to get into that at all and so he shook his head.
"Magic is new." Cursed zodiac spirits were the closest thing that they had.
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"Well, if you have any questions, I'm happy to help. My experience is still pretty limited, but I'll do what I can."
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But then he looked around and then looked back at her. "You asked me if I was one of the newer students. Have you been here at this school for a long time?"
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She trailed off, at first. It was a hard truth to break to someone, but she wasn't going to lie about it. That wouldn't help anything. "No. At least, I don't think so - yet! There are people from this place who are always working on that."
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"People are working on leaving you mean?"
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"That would be the wizards then, right?"