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The Town of Mystic

08:07

Rhysius’ Private Office

The Magic Academy was experiencing its Winter Break in the depth of December. There were little to no students on campus and the staff was busy setting up their curriculum for the next semester. Rhysius Valentine, the Practical Magic Applications professor, was the only staff member that occupied the building at this time, due to all the others having a place to return to when they had finished their work. The Academy was his home and he wouldn’t have it any other way.

Closing a book on portals in his private study, Rhys came to stand from his desk and glared at the empty hole in his massive bookshelf. He knew he should’ve walked across the room, put the book back and continued on with his day, however, something he had read was scratching at the back of his mind. Portals could be made from any fabric of space and time, anywhere and at any moment. This held so many possibilities and while his coworker was better at using portal magic than he was, he still had complete confidence in the limited amount of knowledge he had on the subject. He gently placed the book on his desk, still staring at the empty spot on the shelf and absent-mindedly turned the pages. With a deep breath, he cast his dark eyes down upon the book and flipped the couple pages more he needed to find the chapter on portals. He reread the first few paragraphs and abandoned his desk, moving to the center of the room and brought the palms of his hands together in front of his chest with his fingers pointing skyward. Another deep breath sent his hands out in front of him on the exhale, a faint swirl of purple seeping from his hands and seemingly dripping onto the floor. He maneuvered his hands in a circle, starting at the top and having them meet at the bottom before plunging one hand directly in its center before stepping back. *An audible rumble sounded in the room as the faint purple swirls hardened and darkened into a bigger, more ominous portal. The dark circle formed where the man had been standing, tall enough for him to walk directly into if he wished, but opaque enough for him to not see the bookshelf on the other side. His eyes widened as he realized he had not only made a portal, but a portal to the future. Portals from one place to another were simple enough, but one that broke the very principle of time was astronomical. His breathing became shakey as he reached out towards the portal, but came to a dead stop when he heard a scream coming from wi

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thin.* He danced a couple steps back, clearing the area for whatever was going to come through and visibly relaxed himself. His shoulders eased and a dark blue aura sparkled around his hands while his face remained serious and frozen. With normal portals, it was a one time use which meant that whatever came through would have no way back unless he counted another portal to the exact same place and time. Ready for a fight, he stood his ground and waited until a figure flew out of the opaque, purple swirls and landed at his feet; the portal promptly closing behind it.

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Dr. Emilio Morel had gone to work as they would every morning. An uneventful check in with the astoundingly uptight Dr. Theodore Halsey, where the two would be at each other’s throats in subtle glances for the whole hour. Dr. Fischer was next, proposals that studying anomalies required human reference points, followed by Morel explaining to him curtly that putting the interns in mazes was not conducive to the facility’s mission statement. The most relaxing part of it all were the soil samples. Over the years they had nurtured an interest in supernatural ecosystems, scavengers and decomposers most namely. After their run in with a particularly dangerous group whose vested interest in coyote symbolism stuck firmly in the back of their mind, they had to know more. Besides, it was an excuse to not speak to their peers, and they’d take all of those they could get. The trouble came when the site was more active than usual, an old pistol usually wasn’t enough to stop whatever wanted them off its territory, the old thing was really only meant for human threats and shooting locks off of things. In the panic, they scrambled backwards, the commotion sending them into the lake nearby as the creature bowled them over. The future looked flooded? No, that couldn’t have been right, unless something drastic had changed and submarines were the new lifestyle, there shouldn’t have been that much water. He could still see the sky, too. Everything was blue, not a cloud in the sky above, the sort of day with a cool, cutting wind that demanded a comfortable coat. He could see an old sign peeking in from the left edge of the portal. Through the rust he gleaned the sight of an old looking rocket. In combination it all seemed incoherent, but the only silhouette sinking towards the portal was real, and it looked human.

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As they got closer, he could see dark brown hair and navy coat, gray trousers and thick, brown leather gloves. It didn’t take long for them to fall through, the change in orientation leaving them on their back, gasping for breath. Their first sign they hadn’t been dragged up by a site worker was the lack of moisture soaking through their clothing. The second had been the ceiling they were positive had not been there prior. The olive skinned individual rolled onto their stomach, and pushed themself up onto their feet, gray eyes scanning about the office before settling on Rhysius. Their hand went to their ear, pressing at an ear piece that only returned static, before checking their wrist. “Where am I?” The words were hoarse, the nervous croak from their throat betrayed the alarm better than any body language could have. Dr. Model’s eyes didn’t dare peel away from the strange man. It seemed it wasn’t their first time being pulled through a portal.

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Rhys stared at the odd looking person with his head slightly tilted, even when they spoke he was unaware for a few seconds that they had. Blinking and shaking his mind from the trance he had put himself in, he shook his hands and let the blue energy that had been swirling around them fall into nothing. He pulled at the hem of his blue vest and worked his mouth for a moment, trying to find the words. “Uhmm. Hello.” His dark features were still twisted in confusion at the sight before him, unsure of what to say. Of all the things he imagined stepping through the portal, he didn’t consider a normal looking a normal looking person. Surely there had to be something odd about them, something that showed exactly what he was dealing with. He replayed the last few seconds in his mind, noticing their hand went to their ear for a moment before they truly went wide-eyed. Rhys leaned to the side a bit on hopes to see what was in their ear before he cleared his throat. “You are in Mystic. If you don’t know where that is, that’s a good thing. My name is Professor Valentine.” He hesitantly offered his hand to them for a handshake, but continued on. “Might I ask who you are and where you’re from?”

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️"Mystic." They parroted back, there was no sense of recognition on their face for the town's name or his own, and the look he was getting showed they were just as much weirded out by his presence as he was theirs. It likely had something to do with falling in a lake and landing in his office, usually that netted alarms and the summoning of guards if they were in the wrong places. Dr. Morel wasn't sure where they were. He couldn't get a look at the ear piece under their hair, it hadn't been tied back at all. What he could get a good glimpse of what the device on their wrist, a watch of sorts with projections above it in a sickly green tint, that seemed to warp and distort, before being replaced with the words 'no connection'. They tapped at it, a scowl settling into their features before their hand dropped to the side. Their right had soon extended to meet his, though it was reluctant. Their grip was firm, the gloves sufficiently cushioning their hand from the outside. "Dr. Emilio Morel. I shouldn't be here, and I don't know why I'm here. Did you have anything to do with this? If so I'm going to need an explanation."

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Rhys’ attention was pulled from their ear to the watch on their wrist. The holographic image intrigued the man, but not enough for him to openly voice it. It was odd for them to have no connection however, the Academy had wifi spots all over it. He cleared his throat as Morel shook his hand, donning a professional smile as he did so. Just as quickly as he had offered it, he pulled away, listening to the doctor talk and letting his mechanical mind take over. “Yes!” His excitement showed in his eyes as he rounded around to stand behind his desk. He spun the book towards Morel and suddenly stopped, holding his hands above the book. “You.. you can read, right?” Yes, it was a silly question, but he had no idea what world the doctor came from and for all he knew, maybe they didn’t have text where they were from.

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️They began to bristle before they remembered the circumstance. They were somewhere unfamiliar, this man could have been speaking English, or possibly magicked his way past linguistic barrier. Dr. Morel had to be careful, they had seen fae do odd things without their comprehension, and they would be wise to assume he could maybe do the same. Emilio stepped forward, and shifted their gaze to the book. “I can read it, certainly.” They were thankful to be able to, being in the frustrating circumstance of hindered communication was not on the docket. They read through the page once, well—they read through the page about three times before their face scrunched, and they took a step back. "I know it says something about portal magic, I don't get how it works. Magic isn't something widely taught where I'm from. The fact that I know it exists, and have old tomes would be punishable, if it weren't for me being part of a research organization." They were thankful for it. Had their files on the space program been discovered outside of their workspace, the load of trouble they would be in with the Brimnorrans would be astronomical. Their mouth twitched at the pun, it was rude to laugh at a joke they hadn't told. "If you wouldn't mind explaining, why in fresh..." They bristled again, carding their hand through their hair. There was a distinct tightness in their chest, the sort that came with frustration, a lack of influence over their surroundings, and though they would refuse to admit it, part of that tightness was due to worry they might not see their companions again. Dr. Morel took a breath, and tried again, clearing their throat.

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️ This is a learning opportunity, don't jeopardize it. It might not be what you need right now, but it could help you understand the vague idea of what's going on back home, maybe. "If you would be so kind, Professor Valentine, please explain to me how you were responsible for my coming here, and why you did it." Another face twitch, this one holding in a proper smile as they motioned for him to speak.

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Rhys watched with excitement as the Doctor read and reread the pages before them. He started picking at his bottom lip with one hand while the other crossed his chest and rested beneath the firsts elbow. If they could read and understand his texts, that meant a great deal to the Academy. That meant that magic existed in another time and clearly Morel was not from the past, at least, no this universes past. At the admission of not being able to understand what was in the text, Rhys nodded and walked around to their side of the desk to observe with them. Morel was still speaking on their own home the awful pun was made and Rhysius couldn’t help but laugh. “Alright. As far as how our magick works, you couldn’t have come to a more adequate professor. This is literally my subject of choice.” He started at the top and slowly began pointing as he explained. “Our magick resides in our DNA, here we call it our essence. You’re either born with it or you’re not. At the age of adulthood, if you have an essence, your powers will begin to show themselves. Every mage is born with a specific power, but others can be learned over time.” He was still pointing at the word Magic in Portal Magic. “Our magic is fueled by our emotions, but executed mentally. Therefore, our emotions and our logic have to work together to create a force powerful enough to create what we want.” His finger finally left the first word he had lingered on for so long and dropped down to the first instruction on the page: Choose a Destination. “This… is harder than it looks. I didn’t have a set place in mind when I created this portal. Honestly, I wanted anywhere but this realm. So, I’m not sure where you come from, but I swear it wasn’t on purpose… However, I am thankful a hoarde of goblins didn’t come through. That could’ve been… messy.”

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️"Magic residing in the DNA? I'm not sure that it works the same way back home, but I couldn't say for sure. It was outlawed." They wouldn't qualify themself as having been born with magic, unless their sensitivity to supernatural beings counted. Dr. Morel had never really thought of it as out of the norm, their predecessor praising them for their ability to sense that something wasn't human. That praise, upon reflection could be chalked up to being used as a monster detector. "So through the sheer power of will, and happenstance, you brought me here. Had you not explained I would have chalked it up to the lakes, but I didn't pop out of a lake in your office." They glanced around, double checking for any prevalent bodies of water, magical or otherwise. When they again found none, their shoulders relaxed. "Goblins. Right, I guess those are real, but I was always told about them like they were fairytale creatures. Have you ever seen a goblin? Nasty little creatures, their saliva crystallizes around food like amber, to save for later."

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Rhys’ eyes widened as Morel described what he knew about Goblins. Completely fascinated, he walked around to his side of his desk and quickly ransacked the drawers for a notebook and pen, scribing down everything Morel said that he hadn’t heard of before. He gently eased himself into his seat until he was done, looking up at the doctor afterwards and extending an excited arm to the seat behind them. “Please! Sit! This is fascinating! I.. I have encountered Goblins before, but it’s not as common here. Mostly, we deal with mages who have decided to use their powers for evil, but we get the occasional demon or hellish creature. But enough about me! Tell me about where you’re from!” He readied his pen in anticipation for Morel to speak, completely forgetting about what he had been previously explaining.

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️The researcher sat as motioned, their cheeks warming at how sudden it all was. They were usually the one asking questions, a new place meant a whole new host of candidates to interrogate. To have someone else curious about their home was odd, and of all things, he had chosen to start with goblins? The better part of a minute passed as their mouth worked in soundless motion, trying to choose what they would say next. Had they been a computer tower, he could have hear their brain stalling, whirring. "Wait--you've never seen a goblin?" Their hands folded neatly on their lap, willing themself to keep from fidgeting. Many a meeting with their predecessor had taught them better than to look a fool, especially as a person of interest to a conversation. "Well, I've seen a few, certainly, studied one. They live mostly underground, or on other planets now. They snuck away aboard spacecraft to start anew. It's kind of like a whole tribe packed into one strange, mazelike warren. Some myths ascribe that to gnomes, but my research says otherwise." They wracked their brain for what else they knew, their hands clasping a bit tighter together. "If I had my journals, I could show you. I take quite a few personal notes when out on the field. Nobody but the board has higher clearance, and the board can't get their hands on my personal possessions."

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Rhys began scribbling vigorously as Dr. Morel gave him everything he knew about Goblins, until he reached the part about spacecrafts. His writing slowed and by the time the doctor had finished, Rhys was setting down his pen. "Oh, I've seen Goblins, of course. However, we have never been able to closely study anything about them. When I have come across them, they usually are... Well, trying to kill us." He folded his hands on top of his notebook and looked Morel in the eyes. "Where did you say you were from again?" His eagerness had mellowed out and a stern eyebrow fixed his face. It was often the face he donned when he was reprimanding a student, although his tone hadn't changed in the slightest. "The reason I ask is because we don't have any such thing as space crafts except in stories. I just hope the Goblins that you've encountered are the same as the ones that reside here. Either way, it is important information and I thank you greatly for your intel, but we may be dealing with two different things."

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️"That would make sense, wouldn't it?" They moved a hand to rub at their temple idly. "The one time I encounter someone I'm not terribly averse to speaking to, and there seems to be a...continuity error." They sigh, and wave their hand. "Let's leave it for now. assume we're dealing with two different things. If spacecrafts are storybook material for you, then we must be from two very different worlds. Where I am from we have had them since the fifties." Goblins and space-time semantics. They had soil samples to be collecting, not expanding upon the idea that multiverse theory was true. They'd had this crisis already, and it was far from a pretty thing. Dr. Morel was nowhere near the more empathetic side of people, so they had no interest in helping someone else deconstruct the preconceived notion that their sandbox was the only one floating about. "Perhaps we should talk about getting me back from where I came from. I doubt you would want me to bore you with the differences of our worlds."

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Rhys simply blinked at Morel. Discussing their different worlds was the exact antonym of ‘boring’ in his dictionary, but he also understood the need to get back to business. “R-right.” He leaned forward on his desk as he looked at the book again. “The only problem I see with getting you back is I have to open the portal to a specific place. It would be like…” He brought a hand to his chin as he contemplated how to make the doctor understand. “… It’s similar to casting out a handful of marbles and claiming one blindly. Now, I have to remember the exact color, shape and patterns of that specific marble if I want to open that door again. Does your world have a name? An era? A… theme?” He wasn’t quite sure how to word that last question, but either way he was excited for the answers. Learning about different worlds was something Rhys had out a lot of time into and now that he knew they actually existed, he was trying to learn all he could.

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️Their mouth opened, but nothing really came out. The sinking feeling that they wouldn't be able to describe to him what he needed became apparent. "Well, you see, the location, I could describe it, but chances are it might come out as just...well, jargon." A hand moved to the back of their neck. They remembered it vividly, but hey had never learned its name, only what they called it. In relation to Falmouth, it was farther into unfamiliar territory than they would have liked. "We call it site 31-B, or the winter bone pile. The increase of bone fragments and supernatural scavenger activity makes it a hotbed in the late fall and early winter. The trouble is, I was so focused on my research that I never stopped to learn the place. I'm not sure how to describe to you something that I'm not intimately familiar with outside of classified nonsense." A hand moved to hover over their mouth, their stomach in knots at the bottom of their abdomen, as the realization dawned on them. The dread of not making it back was painful, but worse yet was the revelation that Dr. Halsey would be taking over the project in their absence. That frog faced menace would ruin their research. Their leg began to bounce, idly at first, quickly shifting to a restless tapping of the heel against his office floor. "This is...unfortunate."

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Rhysius listened to the doctor describe his home and unfortunately found no link between what he thought during the portal conjuring and what they were saying. He wrote down everything they said and paused when they were finished to look it over. It seemed so random, but he knew if all he thought of was randomized events, it was hard telling where the portal would open. “This is unfortunate. I don’t recall thinking over any of these things when I created the portal, meaning I can’t get you back as easy as it sounds like I can.” Rhys pushed his pen against his lips as he let his thoughts wander to the possibilities. “Do you happen to have someone else’s person belongings on you? If so, I might be able to get you back using that. It would be sort of like a location spell that ends with a portal. Perhaps.” He didn’t look at Morel the entire time he spoke, instead, staring at the words on his notes he had been writing.

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”This is the trouble with these things, isn’t it?” They cleared their throat. “I don’t think I do. I don’t keep many things like that on me.” They stood, and moved to walk around the room, the chance to stretch their legs was welcome since the itch for work hadn’t been scratched for the day. “You’re being very kind all things considered, a researcher from a world with space travel dumped out into your office. I sincerely hope this can be resolved soon, you seem like a busy sort of man.” They watched him take his notes as they moved, Dr. Morel’s eyes were never steadier than when they had something to pick at for thought. He was certainly something to think about. A mage professor, how anomalous. If I could set aside that he brought me here… Model’s hand twitched, and they crammed the thought further back into their head. Now was not the time.

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Rhysius looked up at the pacing doctor as they complimented his kindness. With a shrug, he looked back down for a moment, his eyes eventually returning to them. “Well, it is my fault is it not? Had I not been curious, you would still be home. I feel it is the least I can do to try and get you back.” He stared at his notes again, taking a deep breath. “The only solution I’m seeing is to conjure a portal and see where it goes, but if I do this and I’m wrong, you’re stuck there until you figure a way out.” He sifted through his thoughts until he circled back to space travel. “Surely there can’t be that many worlds out there with space traveling goblins, right? Hell, from what it sounds like you’re describing, I wouldn’t be surprised if there was a giant clock tower in the middle of town!” He had been joking, but he made sure to keep an eye on Morel’s face just in case he was accurate in his assumption.

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️"It would be your fault, but at a dead end most would throw up their hands and call it a day." They knew they would have, in his shoes. The prospect of having to deal with themself seemed like a bother. How someone could be so peculiar, Morel only had their predecessor to ask, and that was not happening. "Taking chances with theoretically infinite possibilities is far from the safest bet. Though you are right, spacefaring goblins are a rarity, especially the sort that trap things in amber for a future meal." Their brow knit together, would it be easier to take their chances? "It all depends on the sort of technology you have here, I might be able to cobble something together to try and make something more precise. I might have a gift from a colleague you can use, but he's a very handsy sort. It might be something from the wrong place and time, given his penchant to fish things from temporally complicated bodies of water. Either way, unless I can get my hands on the makings of a time machine, it's a serious gamble."

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“A time machine?!” Rhys’ eyes became saucers as he shot out the exclamation. Not that time travel was unusual in their world, but it was simply done by magic. Not a machine! That was only in the movies. He cleared his throat and crossed his arms, leaning back in his chair. “We use time magic here. No need for machines. Perhaps if you told me what specific part you needed, I may be able to claim it?” He started thinking of all the portals he could make to grab a few of the items Morel would need and smiled. “I think I can definitely get whatever you need.” Especially if it was in the headmasters sons room.

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️"That depends on what you have. I can fashion something workable out of most of a few old driving lawn mowers, but whether that would get me anywhere in one piece is something I have yet to test. My biggest component would be a time artifact, it would make great as a substitute for the usual manufactured fluctuating components of a time machine. preferably something no larger than a small generator, so that I don't take the whole room with me." They paused, realizing they had gotten a few more steps ahead than intended. "You...do have time artifacts, don't you? Maybe some old leftover relic from a powerful artificer of years past, or a gift from a long forgotten pantheon of gods? I haven't been in a world where time and space have been linear in...well, ever." The sheepish chuckle that followed was the only evidence of there being a proper person under that mask, someone that was nervous, someone that had somewhere to still call home. "These things are finnicky, I was put in charge of studying them initially, but I got burn out. That was when I picked up the project that put me in the right spot to be sucked into a magic portal. You're just lucky you got me instead of my colleague Dr. Jackson. His impulse control is...low. Especially around magic."

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Rhysius scratched at his short, dark facial hair as Morel explained the things they would need. A component from a lawn mower was child’s play, but an artifact of time would be slightly trickier. He slowly rise from his desk and made his way to his bookshelf that nearly encompasses the entire wall. He scanned the calligraphy of the titles until he found one he thought to be pure fiction. It was a literary work of people using common gems to time travel and as he pulled it from the shelf, he turned to Morel. “I have something I’d like to try, so bare with me if this gets… nonsensical.” He brought the book with him to the middle of the room, holding it to his side as he closed his eyes. A cool breeze began whipping through the room, almost as if nearly invisible wisps of purple and blue were the cause. It was enough to turn the pages of his notes and book in front of Morel, but not enough to lift anything off of its surface. He dropped the book I front of him as the pages rapidly flipped until it landed somewhere near the center. The purple and blue wisps coagulated into thick streams of the colorful shades until an opaque portal, about the size of a platter formed in mid air. The breeze continued to tussle their hair as he reached his arm into the hole that completely enveloped his limb. His face wrinkled as he felt around for the exact object he was looking for before his eyes widened and he gasped. His arm went ridged as if stuck and his entire body relaxed for a moment as he attempted to withdraw his arm from the purple portal. *If Morel made any motion towards him, he would start laughing and throw up his other hand in protest. He would chuckle for a tad longer with his arm limply hanging inside the magical hole before he pulled it out and the magic completely dissipated. The breeze stopped, the colors were gone and the portal had disappeared. In his hand, Rhys held a fist size amethyst that seemed to be glowing. Looking up at Morel, he wiped his eyes a

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s his shoulders still shook.* “I’m sorry. I couldn’t resist.”

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They stepped forward, eyes widening as they did, how could they get any bigger, any more open? “Nonsensical, what are you planning?” They didn’t budge further, not yet, but they tensed like a wound spring as they watched him work. The only muscles put in motion served to hold the hair out of their face, and pump their blood quicker through their veins. The constant reminder of just how out of their element they were kept the edge up. When he mimed his arm being stuck in the portal they took a few steps forward, practically *scurried in the surge of panic before he revealed it a farce and their cheeks went ruddy with the shame of having fallen for it. A short huff left them, and they fixed their hair as the breeze died out. “I’m just glad it was only a joke. Imagine my surprise when your offer to help me leads to you getting hurt. Lord knows whatever authorities you have here wouldn’t hesitate to pin it on an outsider.” They chuckled, a nervous, jittery chirp of laughter compared to the deeper tones that regularly bubbled up from their chest. While the concept of being held in another dimension seemed ridiculous, they weren’t inclined to stick around long enough to test whether it was possible.

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“You have nothing to worry about here, friend. You’ve helped me far more than you realize in the small amount of time you’ve been here and the generosity won’t be forgotten. Now, will this work?” He held the stone out to Morel for them to inspect while he contemplated the intricacies of how he would make his next portal. The two of them only had enough materials to do it once and if he failed, he may never get Morel back to where they needed to be. If the stone was removed from his hand, he would cross his arms across his chest and watch intently as they admired the stone, waiting for his next set of instructions.

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️They plucked it away carefully, the unfamiliar artifact sat against their gloved palm and they stared at it. Morel looked as if they were debating an idea, before moving to pinch off their glove one digit at a time, and setting the rock against their other hand. Glimpses of another world, fragments of the memories of those who used the gem flashed in their mind, and behind their eyelids when they blinked. The feeling was admittedly a bit nauseating, so they quickly put it in their pocket and pulled their glove back on, clearing their throat. None of the previous holder’s knowledge was useful to them currently, but the artifact would do as a sort of core for the machine they were about to make. “Yes.” The word was hoarse, so the cleared their throat and tried again. “Yes—apologies. I don’t mean to sound like a frog, artifact contact without my gloves can be quite a disorienting experience, but it was necessary to assess whether I had what I needed.” A deep sigh followed, and a slow breath in. The rhythm continued until they felt they could breathe normally, and they tucked a piece of hair behind their ear. “This’ll be good. The mechanical components come next. Ideally I’d just steal an old carnival ride, but those are hard to transport. A dryer could work, or a lawn mower and a fridge. A cotton candy machine and a popcorn maker—“ They stopped to consider other options. Popcorn machines were harder to keep hold of. “A mini fridge works too if the cotton candy machine fits inside. I find rotation helps things run smoothly.”

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Rhysius watched Morel turn the stone in their bare hand with curiosity. They were a marvel to observe and he took every opportunity to do so. The list of things they would need all sounded feasible, even if a little traveling was involved. He scratched at his chin and contemplated which would be the easiest. “Unfortunately, none of those items are here.” He waved a hand around the room and slowly started to pace. “There is a laundry mat on campus and if one were to go missing… Well. We would just have to be sneaky about it.” He stared at the center of the room and slowly moved his hands in a circular motion, conjuring those purple and blue swirls to make a much larger portal. This portal stood a little taller than him and a little wider, the center once again an opaque purple and blue mist. “After you.” He said, lowering his hands just to extend one as an invitation. The portal would lead to a well cleaned and functional laundry mat. The walls were all lined with washing machines that held a dryer on top of each one. The center of the room had four washing machines with four dryers to their backs and best of all, it was empty. There wasn’t a single student to be seen or a single machine on.

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