The Kethencian College of Magic RP (Part 2)

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[Tsubasa & Wen Tien]

Asoka waits until Ashgrove pulls out a set of cherry bombs then explodes them in his hands, "Don't do that. It's rude to whoever uses the room and takes time to clean up."

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[Tsubasa & Wen Tien]

"Then don't use them rudely outside of battle... Hmmmmmmmm. That might be a good idea..."

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[Tsubasa & Wen Tien]

*snicker snicker*

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[Tsubasa & Wen Tien]

"Not telling. Let's get to the others."

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[Tsubasa & Wen Tien]

"We'll see... We'll see."

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[Tsubasa & Wen Tien]

"Alright then"

The two enter the dining hall and Asoka grabs more food before sitting down.

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[Gentleman Vaultboy]

Billy jumps at the sound of the slamming door and turns around to find himself alone. He immediately begins to pound frantically on the door.

"Miss Yamata-San? Miss Yamata-san!" He calls out he name a few more times before turning around and pressing his back to the door.

This was not good. Even at the best of times, necromancers are not the greatest wizards in a fist fight. He had heard an old saying in his country: "a necromancer with no minions may as well be a bow with no arrows". He was struck now by the truth of this statement. He regretted leaving Asoka's book in his room.

Nevertheless, he had come here for a reason. Billy made his way forward, slowly and cautiously, fully aware that whatever had closed that door on him knew he was here.

He made his way further into the Divination Wing.

[The Junkyard Cat]

After some time Samuel understood how to use the spell. Noticing other useful spells he could learn he heads to the librarian to check the book out. Walking in the hall way he found it kinda depressing he ended up alone again. That weird thing that Cabanilla had said to him for some reason lingered in his mind. (You, me, and the others like us have one key thing in common... no matter how much we try we end up alone.)

Maybe he was just letting it get to him too much. Not realizing it, but he had instinctively walked up to the roof of his dorm. It had been surprisingly quiet the past week. Laying down to look towards the sky he let his mind drift.

[Marvelous Miscreant]

"What?.......Are You Doing?......In Here?" cries a frantic voice. A strange creature steps from around the corner to revel itself to Billy. It was small, grey and seemed to have no features other than a mouth. A tuft of pure white fur sprouted from it's head.

"Can't You Read?.....The Sign On The Door?.....There's A Divination!.....In Progress!....Right Now!"

[Gentleman Vaultboy]

Billy almost leaps out of his skin at the sound of the voice behind him, but calms himself when he spies the small grey creature whom it belonged to.

"I"m so sorry to intrude, I apologize." He says in a hushed voice, "But I'm on a vital intelligence gathering mission. It's about the spiders. Were you here for the spiders? Well, they were dolls, dolls made with hair, and I was wondering if I could ask the divination master to scry this hair."

Billy pulls out the spider doll, holding it up almost as a shield between himself and the grey creature, and pointing out the hair.

"When will this scrying be done, because I would like to get this scryed as soon as possible."

[Marvelous Miscreant]

"Later!.....Much Later!....They Should Not be Disturbed!.....It's Bad If They Are Disturbed!.....I'll Take That!........And Give It to Someone To Scry!......When They Are Done!

[Gentleman Vaultboy]

Billy gives the small creature a look, and pulls the doll back towards himself.

"If it's all the same to you, I'd rather come back and give it to them myself."

To Billy, the concept of paranoia was not altogether foreign or, for that matter, strange. When you live in a culture where everyone outside of the wall is out to kill you and your whole family, paranoia goes from being a mental problem to a survival mechanism.

"In fact," he asked, trying to keep his voice pleasant and conversational, "who or what are you? And what are they busy divining in there?"

[Marvelous Miscreant]

"What I Am Not Important!....I Can Help You!...You Can Trust Me!....I Give Hair To Student Head!.....They Too Busy Now!" The creature holds out its hand for the hair eagerly.