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Otis was, after all, Neutral Evil. He possessed all the qualities necessary to be awake at 6 AM in the morning, even without understanding when breakfast would be served at the cafeteria. Possessed by his own internal clock, his eyes opened without so much as fluttering as the clock struck six, and he rolled out off his bed in that same swift motion. Morning stretches followed soon after, vigorous movements that warmed up his muscles and shook awake his organs. He flung open the windows afterwards, allowing the cold morning air to flow in and uncorked his waterskin to take a swig of lemon water to finish things off. The water would occupy his stomach long enough to hold off hunger pangs until breakfast proper, and as he breathed deep, as he allowed the cold air to grant him that sense of ‘alacrity’, the Strigidae finally attended to the message that his Adapa notified him of.

There was only a single thing that was truly worth noting: Davil was a Wund.

So that was [i]his[/i] peculiarity. So that informed his desire for unification. So that…did little to explain his incompetence, especially compared to the Leuvalt scion. Otis glanced over at the young man, snoring carelessly away in his bed, and narrowed his eyes. He was Neutral Evil, after all. The only thing that existed was his pursuit of pure knowledge, and he would take any measure to further that pursuit. In this case? He produced smelling salts from his pouch and placed the opened vial right up against his roommate’s expanding nostrils. Moments later, Davil would either be awake or be considered clinically comatose.

[b]“A hero, stalwart and kind,”[/b] was Otis’s morning greeting to his bleary-eyed roommate. It sounded almost like sarcasm when the Strigidae said it. [b]“Recall your oath, Davil. Your Ethos is mine for seven days. This is the first.”[/b]

And without hesitation, he thrust the winged boots towards Davil, before striding purposefully out of their dorm room, sparing only a single glance to indicate that he should follow. It didn’t matter to Otis whether or not they had a whole class on the Basics of Essence after all, nor did it matter to him that it held so foreboding a topic as ‘Survival’. He didn’t even care for the manifestation of that golden guardian in the first floor, nor of Rio’s defeat of three strangers. And if he couldn’t care enough to attend to that bit of curiosity, then Otis [i]certainly[/i] didn’t care enough to even offer a nod towards his ally from yesterday, that bespectacled boy who tried to broker a meaningless trade.

Instead, he led Davil out to the courtyard instead, where Otis stated a simple instruction.

[b]“Charge your Ethos into your boots to maximum capacity. Then try to release as much of it as you can in one second, for the purpose of moving forwards.”[/b] As he spoke, his Adapa emerged, the burning grimoire already set to record. His right hand touched a spot between his eyes as well, a self-suggestion spell that enhanced his arcane ability to discern individual essence. [b]“Remember, Davil. Forward, not upward.”[/b]

First, it would be uncovering the Prime Essence associated with the Linearic Linear, as well as its actual output. With the remaining time after, he could examine topics such as whether or not the expenditure of the Ethos charge could be paused, or whether it was a multi-directional or unidirectional boost in movement. And then? Once that charge was expired, he could experiment too, to see if it was a matter of reaching rebound or a matter of specific limitations on individual objects.

Plenty to do, certainly, but they had a whole hour before breakfast.

[b]“Begin, please.”[/b]