[center][h1]Wes Downgate[/h1][/center]

"Uh huuuuuuuhhh..." Wes said. He'd address the things she'd been saying later, once he knew [i]how[/i]. 

"Well, you can still tell me more about your Noble Phantasm and what kind of spells you know, right? As for why I'm a heretic..."

Wes hummed and hoed. How to explain heresy to an ancient fox spirit?

There was another knock on the door. Wes quickly bade Tamamo to dematerialize momentarily, and opened the door a crack once again. 

"Hello?"

"<Delivery for a Mr. 'Wes Downgate',>" said the delivery person standing outside the shed.

"Uhhhh..." Wes said, in what was quickly becoming his new catchphrase. Of course the uniform was a dead giveaway that his packages had arrived (was the same day shipping always this fast in Japan?) but he had no idea what they were asking him, and he couldn't very well have Tamamo materialize and ask her at this stage. 

Luckily the delivery person just handed him a clipboard and he quickly understood. 

"Sign on the dotted line..." he muttered to himself as he scrawled his name. He handed the clipboard back to them and they nodded to their coworker to bring the packages around, of which there were many. 

"<We would've sent them via the drones you requested, but some of the items you ordered were too heavy for just five of them to carry,>" the delivery person explained. Wes still didn't understand, but he heard the word "drone" in heavily-accented English and more or less understood where the delivery person was coming from. 

The delivery person's partner finished unloading the last package from the truck and laid it outside Wes' door with the rest of the things he'd ordered. Tipping their hat, the delivery person climbed back into the truck.

"<Have a nice day!>" they said as they drove off. 

"Yeah, you too," Wes said, but in a spacey, airy way. He was already thinking about what he was going to use these things for. 

"You want a good example of heresy in the modern magic world?" Wes said to Tamamo as he started unpacking his orders. "[i]This[/i] is heresy."

What he held in his hand was a drone. A [url=http://blogs-images.forbes.com/frankbi/files/2015/04/Phantom-3-3-e1428477888137-1940x1089.jpg]small, white object[/url] designed to fly the friendly and not so friendly skies, equipped with all the little gadgets and doodads most mages hated. Its design was sleek, able to carry up to 5 lbs, and was silent within a certain distance. 

Wes started working with it, plugging in the batteries and connecting it to his laptop, running the necessary software updates. Finally, when he got it working, a live video feed popped up on his monitor, and he started controlling it with his laptop. The tiny machine rose into the air with a soft mechanical buzzing, hovering like a hummingbird.

"Technology. Advancement. [i]Change.[/i] These are things the Association we work under would rather pretend don't exist than acknowledge, and they're the basis for my theses on magecraft, not to mention my strategy for winning this war."

That's when Wes remembered something she'd said. Something that just didn't add up. 

"Wait, you said your wish has already been granted?"

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