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So how far away is the construct-spy now?
Wew, real quiet weekend eh?
Specifically, the clockwork spy would ping its location such that Otis would be aware of the distance between him and it, as well as a straight-arrow direction to it.

Regardless of how direct the path was, how distracted his quarry was, Otis was still forced to increase the distance in which he followed after Raja as the streets turned to alleyways. He could make excuses if she turned and caught him out on the street. He could just use sheer audacity to power through her suspicions, so long as she didn’t have any mind-reading spells. But in the relative isolation of an alleyway? Against a principal who had willfully designed an opening examination that would foment only conflict and aggression between students?

The Strigidae took risks, but he managed risks too. And as such, he remained one corner behind her, slipping behind empty trashcans where he could as he tinkered with a small object in his hand. Traces of essence engraved themselves upon a clockwork construct, one that could almost be mistaken for a wind-up toy. The size of a fist, it had two wheels connected to each side and Otis’s own Prime Essence inscribed upon it, as well as auxiliary spells that allowed for one-way transmission of sight and sound. His Adapa would be the receptor of such transmission, the silent grimoire having automatically grafted itself upon the spellwork within the construct. And as Principal Raja stopped in front of a dead-end, as she performed arcane scripts that Otis was simply too far away to get a clear view of, the Strigidae placed his construct on the ground instead.

The raging whirlpool manifested with the thunder of waves breaking against rocky shorelines. It masked the whirred of the clockwork device. Otis never intended on delving into the unknown without preparation or an escape route, but the obscuring nature of this portal reaffirmed his own intellect. Maybe if it was just another place in Castalia, he could use his own Ethos to leave. But what if it were another dimension? What if Raja herself had a pocket-world where she played God?

The Principal and her charge, as well as the ensorcelled device that stalked them, all entered through. The portal collapsed immediately afterwards, and Otis stepped out from his hiding place, confirming only that he was a step too late to record the fading sigils upon the lids.

No matter though.

The Strigidae strode off, out of the alleyway, his Adapa floating over his hand and prepared to relay whatever scenery beheld his mechanical spy. Prepared to relay too, through the Seeker, where exactly Otis’s device had ended up.

At least, that was the hope.
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How do you pronounce this? :)
Leuvalt's colors would be red and gold, whereas Wund is not any one family name, but rather a name often taken by exiled Rekordian nobility when banished from the country. Blue would be a fitting color for them though, I figure.



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What are the colors of the crests of Leuvalt and Wund?
I think NoCo confirmed that all the Morg-kiddos are reincarnated within the same temple, so failing that, you could just talk to others. Do the whole 'woah, where am I? Who are y'all' deal.
Make shit up for your character to deal with. If they're in a temple, you can have some old ass priest (probably an elf, probably racist) go sermonize about the blessings of Morganna and how you've been called to the world to cleanse her lands of the filth spewed by her sibling-deity. And then your guy can react to that.

This is more of a sandbox RP, so just do what ya gotta do.
Yah, so what changes do ya want?
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