The Kethencian College of Magic RP (Part 2)

[Philote]

Zauber awkwardly crouched through the tunnel, following after his two classmates.

"I hope this secret passage is not too long, this is not exactly the easiest way to travel."

[Celadon's Penultimate]

"Er..." Wulf looks around, a bit unsure, "Okay."

He follows Samuel to take a look around.

[Marvelous Miscreant]

Finally the student reach the end of the tunnel where a tall ladder reaches up to a circular metal opening. The student climb up the ladder to find themselves exiting what looks like a well. The tunnel was disguised to avoid suspicion.

Beyond the well was the city. It was bustling with activity as creatures of every species went about their business.

[Gentleman Vaultboy]

After his conversation with Mr. Sahven, Billy wandered the college at a loss for what to do. He had eaten, he had gone to class, now he had nothing to do except walk about and hope something jumped out at him, either his tool or the enemy. After all, Gob had just jumped out at him. Speaking of Gob...

The little Guy had been following him, looking as bored as he was hungry. Considering he was always hungry, this was considerable boredom. Billy looked down at him. He had to ask eventually, it was only polite.

"Gob, when were you born? And where?"

[Marvelous Miscreant]

"Gob was born here in Kethencia......don't remember how long ago."

[Gentleman Vaultboy]

"In the college itself?" Billy asked, curious. "Do you have any family?"

[Marvelous Miscreant]

"No, out in the city.....Gob was born with 83 brothers and sisters.....but we all split up long time ago."

[Gentleman Vaultboy]

Now for the big one.

"Gob, how did the red eye rope you into doing work for it?"

[Marvelous Miscreant]

"Gob roamed the streets for many years. Nobody pay much attention to him. Slowly Gob began to starve. it was dark time for Gob. One day voice speak to Gob and offer chance to eat. Gob could not pass up offer...Gob needed to eat."

[Gentleman Vaultboy]

"Does your family know you're in here?"

[Marvelous Miscreant]

Gob shrugs. "Gob not even know where rest of family is."

[Gentleman Vaultboy]

"Well, they would be in the city, right?"

[Marvelous Miscreant]

Gob shrugs again. " Maybe, they could be anywhere."

[Gentleman Vaultboy]

'Well, we could go look. With Over 80 siblings, one of them was bound to have hung around."

It isn't a suggestion, Billy's heartstrings had been thoroughly tugged by this point. If Gob had any family outside at all, it would be worth it to try. Besides, there was the guilt. This should have been the first thing he looked into.

[Marvelous Miscreant]

"Gob likes the sound of that. But how we get out of School?"

[Gentleman Vaultboy]

Billy stops, puts his hand on his chin, and thinks.

"The front door, of course! Excuse me, Sir?"

A headless ghost stops in the hallway at his shout.

"Can you please direct us to the front door?"

The Ghost points in the opposite direction they had been coming from.

"Thank you."

The two, through the directions of the schools numerous ghost eventually make their way to the front gate. Billy is smiling proudly, and tries to push it open.

[Marvelous Miscreant]

The door does not budge.

"Excuse me, but what are you doing?" calls a voice that seems to emanate from the door itself. The iron curlicue pattern on the door began to shift and twist until it formed a vague face. The mouth constantly reshaped as it spoke.

"Shouldn't you be in class?"

[Philote]

Zauber stretched after leaving the cramped confines of the passage. "Do you think you could teach me that charm after we get back? It could be useful in the future" Zauber asks.

He takes a moment to look around. "Well, lets head to the area that has the most magic. Even if we do not find our tools there, we might find something else useful, like if we find a magic shop for example."

[Marvelous Miscreant]

"SHOPPING SPREE!" Piper cries in glee.

[Philote]

Zauber did not know what to say, he was too busy reconsidering what he had gotten himself into. He sent a questioning look towards Asoka, wondering her opinion.