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Otis’s own Adapa emerged a beat later, a looseleaf tomb bound together by a brass ring that punched through the upper right corner of the thin paper. Strings of essence formed their two-way connections, binding the temporary alliance to something a bit more substantial, and with that, they parted ways, the Strigidae having tossed Davil’s reeking boots into his Workshop. A beat later, the chainsaw katana that the wannabe-hero held disappeared as well, its form becoming an apparition before dissolving into stardust.

Those shoes would be a good nighttime project to start looking into. For now, however?

He needed to map the Academy properly, to set up as many points as he could where he would be able to step out of, if expedient transportation became a necessity. There were security systems to be examined and sublimated as well, a whole bevy of things to familiarize himself with. The first step then, would be simple enough. Without entering one of the carriages, Otis pulled out his rolling board once more and kicked off it, wheeling down the well-paved roads as he headed towards the heart of the academy city.

As he headed towards the clocktower, one of the highest points of Wingram.

He had no wings, but he could still glide.