Again the Servant pleasantly surprised her Master. With that sort of ability he would only have to worry about himself being seen, which would eventually be a problem. Jacob was known for sticking his nose in places it shouldn't be. Until he witnessed any part of the war, he would have to sit on the side lines, lest he be discovered. If he participated as a rogue Magus, he could manipulate the pieces in his favor without needing to be a target. All he wanted was the war to cause as little damage as possible. How far was he willing to go to do this?
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Nay Lucille, the pleasure is all mine. " Jacob took his place on the stage, embracing the shroud of deception. He placed a hand on his chest and bowed in turn to "Lucille's" curtsy. "
I apologies for any inconvenience this trip might have caused you. I know it was somewhat sudden. Please do try not to think of myself as anything special. " Turning his wrist over he looked at his watch, and found that he was running far latter than he had thought. "
Forgive me for cutting this short, but I have to get to my students. " Digging around his pocket he removed a key and handed it to her. A rather hilarious gesture all things considered. "
Feel free to make yourself at home. I can of course drop you off in town on my way in, or perhaps you would like to tour the school? "
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Finally arriving at the school he stepped out of his car and looked around. Maybe it was too early to be paranoid, but he had to feel it out. He closed his eyes and exhaled, forcing almost all the air out of his lungs. Using the very last of it, he uttered an incantation, one his family had used for a long time. The air crackled with power around him and he brought that inside, bringing a vast amount of information to his mind. He could smell the perfume of a woman at the other end of the campus, hear the whispers of a young couple under the bleachers, the wind inside his lungs now spoke to him, telling him stories in the vaguest sense. Of all the things that were around him, there was very little in the way of Magecraft, it was safe to say that the campus had not been compromised, for now.
The enchanted air fled his lungs in a deep sigh of relief. Prana was a source of power that all living things had, so the fastest way to acquire a large pool was to do devilish things that Jacob wouldn't even think about, but he had seen before. With that confidence he strode forward toward the school. He was running late for his lecture, but he was confident that Walter, his student teacher, would be able to handle himself until he got there. He was a pretty relaxed professor, believing that if his students didn't want to take their education seriously it was there problem, not his. But he was always willing to lend a hand to those seeking to expand their knowledge base, especially if it related to the past.
Not six doors down was his lecture hall, he could have kept walking, but his attention was drawn to several young ladies looking through the crack of a door that lead to the art room. It was hard for him to fight off this curiosity. "
Doors tend to work better when you open them all the way ladies." None of them heard him approach, all of them jumped when he spoke. They quickly spun around and tripped over their words, their faces red with embarrassment. His curiosity peaked, and he opened the door.
He regretted it instantly. It was an art room, with various students practicing various styles in various ways with a single focus. The well chiseled man in the center was unfamiliar to Jacob, but he found himself becoming more familiar than he was with most. His face started to redden much like the girls had, the model in front of him didn't bother him that much, but what did was that this was one of those rare occasions where he was at a loss for words.
He stood in the door way for a moment, which quickly turned into a few moments. The sound of a camera snapping brought him out of it and he looked around. He saw three familiar faces. Of the three he identified Jane first, then Mary, and knew full well that Charles was close by, likely with the origin of the snapping in hand. He was right. Charles was one of the few Magus that Jacob regularly dealt with. He too had an affinity for Wind Magecraft, which meant that he was a good partner/test subject. The only problem was that he had a poor attention span, which made him infuriating more often than not. Not wishing to disturb Charles until he got out of whatever zone he was in right now, he approached Mary and Jane. "
I was not aware that we were going to be hosting new... talent. "