《The Inventor of Magic》2: Institution Info
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The rest of the week had gone by quickly as I had spent it in my workshop tinkering around with various new ideas. Only yesterday, I created a realistic talking rabbit that you can summon with your magic device and the best thing is... It has an exact replica of Steve Stevie's voice! You know, the holo-rock singer! *sigh* it's amazing...
Anyway, after I was finished with that I didn't do much else besides working on the Improm-Mana-Armour project before now.
*Rii~ing* *Rii~ing*
"Oi! Zach! Are you there! Oi!!!", an annoying voice came from the front door.
Wearily getting up from my chair I put down the tools I'm working with and after a quick journey down the corridor, I reach the front door where I tiredly opened the front door.
"Richard?... *yawn* What are you doing here?",
"Damn it, Zach! It's already Monday! Didn't you get the data? You should be ready to go to Silyan. Why aren't you ready? There's only an hour before you need to get there!
It's a good thing I assumed you'd forget about it and I flew here to remind you.", shouted Richard as he barged past me into my living room.
"It's Monday already?!",
Oh crap! I was too busy with my projects to care about the day. Wait... DATA!!! I was meant to get it on Friday!
"Richard!",
"YES!!!", he jumped at my sudden outcry.
"I apologize, I forgot all about our arrangement and didn't read the data. I got a bit too carried away on my work you see... Sit down over there you can quickly fill me in while I have my breakfast.",
Yes. I was working through the night. In fact, it would be a miracle if I had gotten more than ten hours of sleep this whole week.
I quickly walked over to my kitchen and got myself an apple and a coffee before returning to the lounge and sitting opposite Richard, I began to eat and motioned for him to start talking.
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"You mean that you didn't read any of it?",
I nod between bites.
"*sigh* Okay. You'll have to be filled in on the way there for most of the details... Silyan teaches a mixture between normal curriculum and magic related studies, well it's basically a school.
Due to your annoying teleportation array, you can just teleport home every day instead of staying in the dorms.
As it is a boarding school and one of the top magic schools around, the entrance fee is astronomically high so usually, only the sons and daughters of those rich snobs get in, but I'll pay for your entrance fee for you as it's part of the 'job'",
I nod and do an awkward motion with my coffee cup as an indication for him to continue.
"Ummm. All that's left for the basic stuff is that the uniform policy is 'formal' and you'll also need some sort of clothing with the Silyan logo on. Err, I'm sure you'll think of something, you can read the rest on the way.",
Richard pulled out some sort of booklet and an envelope from his back trouser pocket and placed them on the coffee table in the middle.
"This is the rest of the information, the badge design is on the front and in this envelope is a message to the headmaster and the fee for admission. Sorry, I can't stay any longer I have to fly back home and pick up my daughter to take her to school. You know how it is; first-day nervousness.",
Richard stood up and slowly walked outside and after I had swallowed my final piece of apple and gulped down my morning caffeine I followed.
"You know I would really like to know how you do that teleportation. Flying all the way from the city to here really tires out the old mana supply you know?", he said stretching before he set off for the long return flight from my house.
Pulling out his custom holo-phone, which was also his magic device from his pocket and after having his thumbprint certified, Richard verbally inputted the command.
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"[Flight]", after a minute delay light gathered around Richards back and moulded itself into the shape of golden feathered wings. After testing the user control and mana levels, he flapped his wings to hover above the ground.
"I'll see you later tonight Zach.",
"Okay, you better go send your daughter to Silyan.",
Richard then brought his wings up and produced a mighty flap that quickly sent him off into the skies.
Turning around I walked back into my house and closed the door behind me.
"Formal wear... What's that?",
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Half an hour later.
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"No... No...*sigh*",
After looking through the info Richard gave me for a while, I worked out what Silyan's idea of 'formal' meant. It's extremely aristocratic clothes that people with inexhaustible amounts of money wear. Even though I've made quite a bit through my co-operation between Richard, Improm Industries and myself I've never had a reason to buy nice clothes. After all, I just invent the devices and come up with the arrays for them, I DO NOT go to the fancy snobbish parties in overly priced tuxedos! Thus bringing up my current predicament.
Rummaging through my neglected wardrobe I can't see anything that would be described as 'formal'.
"Oh well.", I mutter to my self as I bring out a large scruffy white long-sleeved shirt to put over my work clothes, which consist of a black t-shirt, messy black trousers and a pair of black shoes. It isn't good to use colourful clothes in the workshop as clothes often get stained and torn whilst I'm tinkering. Luckily these clothes are relatively new so there are only a few stains instead of cuts.
Bringing the shirt with me I go and grab the information booklet that Richard left me before re-entering my workshop.
I place the shirt on the table before I lazily pick up a black marker pen I have lying around and sketch the Silyan logo roughly on the upper-left part of the shirt. My drawing skills, although not masterful, are good enough to design magic-devices so I have next to no issue in drawing the logo which consists of an eagle looking up towards the moon. Which if you ask me, looks ridiculous but it's not my job to correct their logo designing skills.
With that done, I put the shirt on, which comes down halfway on my thighs and roll up the stupidly long sleeves before doing up a few buttons on the front. Finally, I pick up a few basic tools from my workshop and set off to go to Silyan.
"If the directions on this map are right then it's on the furthest side of the city. It should only take a few hours to run there...*sigh* there's only fifteen minutes to get there... Okay. Well, I could just teleport, but that's no fun. So I think I'll fly.", yes, I may have been talking to myself... What? It gets lonely living in the country-side by yourself.
Anyway, after I thought of it the signal was intercepted and the [Flight] array activated. Just like Richard from before, the golden light got drawn from the surrounding environment and moulded itself into a pair of golden feathered wings. In fact, the golden wings were custom made by me and they are loads more functional (and pretty) than the consumer silver fairy-wing variety. I made an array for Richard for his birthday 2 months ago and since then he has used them a little too much. After all, it really consumes the mana capacity of the user, unless you use my ones that draw in mana from the surroundings to sustain their flight.
I lock the door and after a monstrous flap -courtesy of my wings- I propel myself through the sky towards Silyan.
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