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March Event and Intro Log
One of them seems to have had it. The renegade golem bursts into Kedrigan Hall -- interrupting classes and disrupting labwork to furiously seize students and scrub every last scrap of mud and dirt off of them. All the halls have been locked off with "Under Cleaning" signs, and anyone who enters them meets with the golem's wrath, as it violently plays a pre-recorded message about not interfering with groundskeeping and deploys a giant claw-like tool to grab the interloper and put them back on unforbidden ground. The professors, who are after all completely immune to the golem's attention by its very design, seem to think this is a good learning opportunity for students. Is it?
"Of course I'm sure," the second says confidently. Whipping out a wand from a holster on her belt, she sweeps her wand through the air gracefully, pronouncing several Osmarian sigils as she draws them. Probably. "See, that's a blue cloud--" Said blue cloud, which puffs into being as the last syllable left her lips, abruptly doubls in size. Then it doubles in size again. And again. The upperclassmen, who have been in Diatu for several years and know exactly what this sort of thing means, don't hesitate. Not even stopping to share a glance between them, they run like crazy, leaving the growing cloud behind just as classes let out and students begin to enter the halls. But... surely it doesn't have any weird and wacky side effects, right?
This month, the team has developed a Sundering spell that they warn is crude and unpolished, because the Curriculum is so unpracticed. They hope it will connect to your home worlds and establish a magical link they can build off of to open further passages. No promises! And to those who do undergo this spellwork... it has a certain side effect of confusion, as brief images from your home world flicker across your vision for a few hours afterwards.
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- If you thread out one or more scenes based on the confusion from "Research on the Sundered", respond to the comment on this post with a link to that thread. The results of this will be revealed next month! (It is, we're afraid, not a regain, lest your participation be based solely on that hope!)
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[Much as Lys would be loathe to admit it, this isn't the first time an otherwise ordinary day has unraveled completely and without warning thanks to forces outside her control, overwriting everything that came before; the discovery of strange new powers, dangerous and unasked for, was honestly the most familiar thing of all. But even finding herself in another (universe?) world entirely could be coped with after a fashion, so long as she didn't think too hard about any of it. Better to keep the uncomfortable details in the middle distance and focus on the day-to-day, what could be faced and dealt with instead of what could not.
It's having to play at being a student that's been the real struggle. Lys can remember lessons taught at her older brother's knee, a shared and battered abacus, secondhand primers meant for children. "Real" school was a thing of trade towns and cities, the domain of those who could afford it — and deserved it. Despite falling into neither category, here she was at a full-fledged academy, expected to train and study and, god forbid, crack open a book or two.
...Still. She's resolved to do her best while she's here, and at the bare minimum that meant going to class. Sidestepping an angry golem wasn't part of the original plan, but Lys is adaptable.]
Look, I know you've got a job to do — and I really don't mean to make it any harder for you! But my next class is down this hall, so if we could just....talk this over....!
[So said while furiously dodging the golem and their tool of choice as they block the way, alternating between jumping back out of reach and seeking any opening that might fit a 6'2 beanpole still damp and slightly sudsy from a prior scrubbing. Eventually she musters up the nerve and momentum to dive through the golem's legs, wriggling valiantly toward freedom and into a scrambling crouch......only for the claw to seize tight around her ankle. As she's dragged backward down the hall, Lys grabs the nearest doorjamb and clings tight, hanging on with desperate (and abnormal) strength.]
C'mon, I'm gonna be late!
❆ research on the sundered; they blinded me with science
Samples, huh?
[Lys listens attentively to the researchers' spiel, nodding in all the right places, and at first seems perfectly willing to comply with their request; talking about her home and world could be done truthfully enough without compromising guild secrets. The mention of blood samples, though.....that noticeably gives her pause, shoulders hunching in unconscious reflex. A small amount wouldn't do any harm even should the worst occur, but just how much would they ask for? What sort of research would require it?]
Hair and skin should be fine, but I'm not too sure about the rest. I mean.....blood can carry diseases and stuff, you know? Even if you're gonna use magic instead of needles to collect it, accidents can still happen. I'd hate for any of you to get sick.
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In the end, it's the promise that the samples won't be knowingly misused that wins out over her misgivings, even more than the faint chance of forging a new path home. When the side-effects of the spell inevitably hit, Lys simply grits her teeth and covers her face in her hands, patiently waiting for the cascade of visions to run their course. Snow and blood, fire and smoke, fangs bared in a vicious snarl—]
Ugh....and this is supposed to happen to everyone? I guess it can't be helped, but.....geez.
❆ wonders await; crybaby werewolf has arrived
["A deep and dangerous well of potential." The same words could paint an accurate picture of werewolves, if Lys was honest. Not that she's planning to be, not in that particular way, but the observation rings no less true for all that it's privately held. Power was power no matter the shape, and so she's found somewhere relatively quiet (or at least away from the general chaos) to practice the stuff of her first few lessons, determined to gain an edge of control over the magic of this world — magic that would explode outward and hurt others if left unchecked.
And also kill her in a suitably violent and dramatic fashion, but that's not what's important here.]
Okay, let's give this a try. Something simple....a bit of chain, maybe? Nothing wrong with starting small. [Thank god for the nonjudgmental presence of Arthur Worthington the capybara, sitting patiently off to the side as his master talks herself into showing some initiative and not minding that it makes her look like a crazy person.] A nice fire might be more practical, given the weather lately, but that sounds a little scary.
[A nervous exhale, then Lys slowly begins to trace sigils in the air with the feather she's acquired for this very purpose, pronouncing each syllable of the Osmarius language with the hesitant deliberation of a novice. Thankfully, sheer willpower seems to make up for the lack of finesse; a short length of copper chain materializes when the incantation ends, much to her obvious surprise.]
Huh, it worked! [A beat.] Maybe next time I can try for silver.
❆ wonders await 2; electric boogaloos
[Wildcard options all the way down; toss whatever ideas you've got for a thread here, or shoot a PP (sentinelbeach) or PM at me if you'd like to discuss specifics!]
Research on the Sundered
Yeah, it does. It kinda sucks, but they're not sure if it's stuff that's actually happening now, or what. I wish they knew. Kinda 'cause I'd like to know. I just got over my own dose--equally sucky, I assure you. It's usually good to just stay still and let them run their course. And have someone around to ground you in reality.
[Ground. Yeaaah Cliff's not even trying to make a joke, but he still wrinkles his nose at it.]
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Uh-huh, that makes a lot of sense. [Slow, deep breaths through her nose, attempting to focus on that and not the racing heartbeat in her ears. Sometimes adrenaline was helpful, sometimes it was anything but.] You, uh.....you think it might not be real?
[Sounding a little incredulous — and also completely missing that terrible accidental joke, she's so sorry.]
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[He spreads his hands in a helpless gesture, then. He'd rather be home, but that wasn't likely at the moment, so wish in one hand...]
I mean, I'm glad they're not here, but that kinda speaks to it not being real real. The events might be real back home, but...you're only seeing them. Not actually there, you know?
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Mm, I get it. [As the visions fade, she does her best to perk up and lighten the mood, offering a sunny and artless smile.] Honestly, I hope they're just.....bad dreams or something. I'd hate knowing what was happening back home and not being able to do anything about it.
[But she'd rather not think about that, so:]
Anyway, I'm Lys. Are you new here too?
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[Offer violence when he hadn't been given any in return? Nah, that's not in Cliff's nature. Compared to her, he's less a 'gentle giant' than a 'gentle kind of tall dude', but he hasn't hit his full height yet. He smiles right back, cheerful nature easily reasserting itself.]
Yeah, I am. I'm Cliff, and my familiar is around here someplace. It looks like a giant marble ball, so if he comes rolling up, don't be too startled, in his case, you are definitely not seeing things! [And at that, he chuckles.]
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[Sounding genuine, being genuine, nodding easily as he talks of home and family, careful not to interrupt. A friendly face was always too precious to take for granted. Then the smile falters a bit, blue eyes widening just so.]
A...giant marble ball?
[And she thought a familiar that came with their own top hat and dapper suit was passing strange. But there's no judgement in the incredulity; if anything, she's curious to hear more.]
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There he is. That's Rounder, he's my familiar. [He probably hadn't caught sight of the capybara, or he'd ooh and ah over the dapper little guy.]
Sometimes he acts like he thinks I want to get rid of him, and I don't know why.
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Really? That's a shame. [Glancing from Rounder to Cliff, then back to Rounder again, a little concerned.] ....maybe he used to follow around someone that was mean to him?
[As though sensing the turn in her mood, said capybara comes ambling out from behind a nearby chair, bumping against her leg and blinking slowly at the newcomers. Slowly....and perhaps even cutely.]
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Wonders Await
You have created copper! How remarkable! On my world, that would be a most impressive feat!
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[A glance over her shoulder, surprised and pleased. And then just plain surprised, blue eyes going wide as saucers. It's rare that she ever has to look up for one thing, but of course the real distraction is coming face-to-face with, to wit, a huge hippotaur robot. Only the "huge" part of that equation is even remotely familiar.]
...if I could....uh.....hi!
[Train of thought: destroyed.]
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[Orisa's quad eyeshields contact and rotate, giving the yellow slits of light a distinct ^^ expression, as she lifts her left hand to offer a little wave.]
Please forgive my interruption. I was very impressed with your ability! I have not had nearly so much success in magic.
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....Ah, thank you! [Her mother taught her not to stare, but maybe she'll forgive her youngest daughter just this once.] That's really nice of you to say. I'm, uh, honestly just glad nothing went wrong.
[She makes herself glance at the small length of copper chain, picking it up to toy with it.]
Are you....do you know what you've been having trouble with?
[Better to lead with that, she thinks, than "what the hell are you???"]
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[But then a question comes, which she can answer!]
'Willpower'. That is a key component of magic but one I have difficulty understanding the direct use of.
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Willpower, huh? Maybe I can help. [Ah.] —My name's Lys, by the way! Sorry about that.
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....okay! Well, it's definitely nice to meet you, Orisa. I hope I can explain things in a way that makes sense.
[A moment's pause, then she holds out her feather for Orisa to take.]
What are you usually thinking about when you're trying to cast a spell?
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Golem on the loose
[Now if Jecht was infamous for something in the blitz sphere, it was his shooting -- but that just meant his tackling skill got underestimated. He can take and give hits like the champ he is, and right now that skill needs to come into play.]
[A heel cracks into the golem's head, and believe it or not, that bare heel wins. The golem reels back as Jecht drops out of his kick to land on the ground.]
Hey, you okay?!
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Oh, um — I'm fine! [And she is, really. For once.] How did you do that?
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[The golem, though, isn't out by a long shot, as it regains its balance. It isn't silent at all, so Jecht glances over at it.] Tough bastard, huh.
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I guess that's what being made of stone does for you. [She rubs the back of her neck, looking conflicted even as she shifts her weight from foot to foot to make it easier to run.] ....still, I don't wanna hurt him.
[Just knock him out for a bit, maybe, for his sake as much as the students who would like to walk these halls unmolested.]
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[Is he assuming the girl isn't gonna help? Well, he's not askin' her to, anyway. Getting others involved who don't wanna be isn't his style.]
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[If his mind is entirely made up to smash the golem into little pieces, Lys doesn't think she can talk him out of the attempt. Only her streak of sympathy for what she sees as a loyal creature turned nuisance, not threat, even pushes her to try.]
—wait, wait. If there's a way to make him stop without.....breaking him, can we try that first? Please?
[Speaking a little faster, mindful of the fact that they didn't have long before the golem lunged for one (or both) of them.]
If we can get him on his back somehow, I know a spell that might keep him down.
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[That's fine. There's room for that sort around, right? Sometimes you gotta fight... but sometimes you don't. Besides, this wasn't a fiend or a Sinspawn or anything like that. Basically just a broken machine.]
Awright, we'll try it your way!
[Jecht dives at the thing, going low for the knees. Not a usual move of his, not much tripping people underwater. But he's guessing its weight is high enough to make this suck.]
[The golem staggers back against the hit, and that's when Jecht heaves one leg hard, sending it plummeting backwards.]
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["Softhearted" — and even "softheaded" — had an almost comforting ring of familiarity, like reminders of home. Really, she's only upset that there's no time to admire his truly impressive feat of physicality except in passing, the feather she uses as a magical focus already out and gesturing.]
Gravity!
[Sparks of magic erupt from the feather's tip, dancing briefly over the golem's stone hide before sinking in, like a stain absorbed by carpet. The creature's struggles to arise abruptly grow weaker, stifled, as though by a weight greater than its own — unable to lift any part of itself more than a few centimeters off the ground.]
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