The Kethencian College of Magic RP (Part 3)

[Marvelous Miscreant]

Piper peeks out from behind a charred clothing rack. "Is it over?"

[Philote]

"I believe so, the two ran off" Zauber explains "We did pretty well if I say so myself."

"But, I believe it is time we head back to the college, we have had enough excitement for one day."

[Marvelous Miscreant]

Piper smiles warmly as Zauber, not her usual toothy grin, but a warm happy smile. "My hero..." she says dreamily, before quickly correcting, " I mean...Let's get back before anyone notices we're gone."

Pper looks at her feet as she shuffles past Zauber and out the door.

[Gentleman Vaultboy]

It was heavy, this cart.

Billy pulled with all his might, and the wooden wheels slowly made their way up the hill. In it were a few Gob-size bits of furniture, and Gob himself. He had wanted to help pull, but billy had insisted that he could handle it. It was an insistence that he had begun to regret.

Finally, breathing hard and sweat pooling in the bottom of his boots he made it to level ground at the top of the hill. He could see the college down the road. He redoubled his efforts. This was, after all, only a small repayment for his rudeness. He knew that Gob neither understood or cared about the taboo that Billy had broken, but that didn't matter. It was a personal thing. The Furniture in the cart, that he had spent all of his remaining money on, was only a drop in the bucket compared to what he had to make up.

He glanced behind him. Gob was a asleep in his tiny bed. Billy felt a swelling of pride. Carting around the very old was a great honor.

They finally made their way back to the door, and Billy wet to knock. Weakly.

"Hel, hel, *Wheeze, wheeze, wheeze* Hello Mr. Door. I'm back. Could you please let me in again?"

[Marvelous Miscreant]

The door twists into a face before looking down at Billy.

"Oh it's you again is it? Well, come on in before someone important drops by." With that the door swung open with a creak.

[Gentleman Vaultboy]

"Thank you, sir!"

The door pulls open, and Billy pulls his load in and heads for the Death Wing.

[Marvelous Miscreant]

Billy would find near his door a parcel. It had a note attached to it.

[Gentleman Vaultboy]

What in the world was that?
He had somehow managed to get the cart across the school without drawing any attention. Well, any inquires at least, a few people had given him odd looks. And now there was this package. Billy reached into the pill cart and pulled out a tiny chair. Moving up slowly, like a lion tamer, he prodded the parcel a few times, then quickly leapt behind the cart.

[Marvelous Miscreant]

The parcel remained still and unmoving.

[Gentleman Vaultboy]

Billy pokes his head out over the cart, and looks at the package. Anyone could have delivered it. Anyone at all. He crawls froward, under the wagon, until he is almost nose level with it. His hand darts out, grabbing the note. Then he leaps up and throws himself behind the cart again, covering his head with his hands.







Noting happens.



Billy slowly sits up, and unfolds the note. He reads.

[Marvelous Miscreant]

    Billy,

    Enclosed are the prototypes of my communication
    device. I figured you and your friends could test them
    for me. Be careful as they aren't entirely stable. I hope
    they are of some assistance.

    Instructions on their use are also enclosed.

    James

[Gentleman Vaultboy]

Billy closes up the note, then cautiously opens up his door.

Gently sliding the package in in front of him, he pulls the cart into the room. Looking at Gob, still sleeping on the tiny bed, he bends to pick up the package. He sits down on his bed and unwraps it carefully.

[Marvelous Miscreant]

Inside are several strange devices with screens and knobs. The open on a hinge and seem to hum with some magical power source.

[Gentleman Vaultboy]

"Holy cow, this looks complex."

That said, Billy begins to turn the nob gently.

[Marvelous Miscreant]

Suddenly the device clicked as the knob was tuned to the correct frequency. The screen turned fuzzy and an image appeared. It was James. He was looking off to the side, tinkering with something. The angle of the image indicated the device it was tuned to was lying on a table.

James was humming something happily as he tinkered, unaware Billy was viewing him.

[Gentleman Vaultboy]

"Magnificent!" Billy said, eyes wide in amazement.

"Uh, hello? So sorry for interrupting."

[Marvelous Miscreant]

James looks around at the sound, he quickly focuses on the device before him. He presses his face up close to the screen, before drawing back and exclaiming, "Ah, Billy! I see you found my parcel for you. Pretty cool, huh?"

[Gentleman Vaultboy]

"Very. This will come in handy. How many do you have?"

[Marvelous Miscreant]

"Other than the one I have here, you have the remaining five. Use them wisely."

[Gentleman Vaultboy]

"Got it. Thank a lot for your help. I'll find some way to repay this kindness. Goodbye!"

Billy closes the machine and puts it on the side table. Then he gets a thought, and opens it back up.

"Also, you might not want to keep yours open. You never know what could be watching. In fact, if I go missing or something you might want to destroy yours.  Just in case."

Then Billy shuts it and places it on his side table, before lying back on his bed. He wondered what time it was, then went over the cart to look at the clock he had bought Gob.

(What time is it?)