Chunji and Ciara disappeared.
Then did Iraleth.
The mage followed after, phasing through bulkheads even as Otis raised them up once the danger presented by Ciara had passed. Curious magics were involved, of course, ones that he’d have liked to look into further, but for the time being, there was the problem of the third floor to solve. The Strigidae student didn’t feel the need to appear in person, not when there were so many volatile individuals present, not when he was comfortable building up an understanding of the tower’s own capabilities.
But it was slightly bothersome too, to be stuck doing
nothing but watching things through cameras built and positioned by others.
So he went back at it.
In this period of slight calm, the Strigidae sent a quick message via Adapa to the referee-mage that had given him permissions to begin with, simply inquiring about the situation on the third floor, while simultaneously pulling out a variety of tools and materials from his various pouches. Gears, screws, brass plates, oils, tinctures, springs, all the tools of a craftsman. Designing a flying variation would be too much effort for the amount of time that he may have left, while the rolling creature he had created to stalk Principal Raja wouldn’t manage the stairs, so in this particular case, Otis’s design was that of a clockwork leech: an elongated creation with two ends that could grasp onto surfaces, a spring-like main body that could flex and swing, and a bundle of essence meant for silencing its movements and pinging its location back to his Adapa.
A rushed job that likely wouldn’t last too long, but it’d do.
He placed it on the floor, made it traverse a few simple obstacles to confirm that everything functioned properly, finetuned its structure and essence-makeup, before allowing it to walk through the Door.
A moment later, the Door reopened in the second-floor staircase well, and an unassuming slinky-metal-thing plopped out to begin its own journey into the unknown.
Back in the trial grounds that had become his temporary office, Otis reclined back against his seat, awaiting further changes and results.