Open it?

"Kepler! Where have you been? Why do you smell like blood? Did you kill somebody? George knows how to get blood out of fabric-" Cameron asked quickly in concern, his eyes searching over Kepler's body for any injuries.

Malachite wanders over, carrying books that they are over exaggerating the weight of before putting it down on the desk before Kepler.

✦ "Oh yeah, someone asked me about the basement.... so there probably is something down there," He crosses his arms loosely. He found people hated it when he did that- to him it felt like a hug, if from himself.

"I do have yet to study for the midterms..." It was too early for that anyway, according to everyone else. But, If he got the study guide... He'd do great! He wouldn't have to worry. He'd do great. "How would we even get down there? Do you know where to get a key? We should worry about that before we worry about finding it, if you ask me." He was on board. The purple clouding his vision tells him he shouldn't.

Whatever's down there is meant to stay hidden, the lilac chides.

He barely noticed when Kepler arrived, standing outside his cell. He tried to ignore the outside of his cell. It reminded him that he was probably stuck there till the academy crumbled.

When he did notice, he practically jumped.

“Sorry, I didn’t hear you approach.” He apologised, getting up. He was a little glad he didn’t have bones, because sitting on the stone floor for so long probably would’ve hurt.

“My apologies,” He settled next to the cage, sitting down as he had nobody to steady himself in the event he were to loose his balance. Stone floors aren’t the easiest on thin human skulls. “But don’t worry, it happens all the time.”

He had his bag with him this time, a old sturdy dark brown leather messenger style bag with colorful pins and ribbons added on. He opens the bag, and pulls out a small cylindrical bottle, it’s rattling identifies it as medicine.

He picked it up, unfolded it and scanned over the note, growing more and more confused by the contents. What peace offering? And the only information he’d gotten was the fact that people still worshipped him.

“What is this about?” He asked, holding the note up. He didn’t even know what conversation had been going on whilst he’d been distracted, he was just curious about the note, “Peace offering and information? That’s very unlike florian.”

~ @ask-the-puppet-master

“Not sure?” He stares like he should know who Florian is. “I don’t think I was told to give anything to you?” He approaches The Puppet Master, trying to get a better look at the note.

“Yeah,” He shrugs. “No idea. Is it addressed to you? If it is that’s… Odd, only….” He trails off. Only a higher ranked staff member would do that. Noot maybe? He doesn’t know.

He grows increasingly nervous as the violet in the back of his mind tells him every little worry it holds about the current situation.

You’re standing weirdly. Take your hands out of your pockets, that’s disrespectful. Don’t stare at one thing for too long. You’ve been here too long. Talk to Cameron. Talk to Cameron.

"Oh, hey! Sorry about the mess, i was trying to find if they had the answers to the homework in here… hey, are you in the advanced placement class too? Do you think I could copy your answers?"

✦ Kepler whirls around, terrified at the sudden crashing sound. "Wh- Cameron?? Hello?"

He quickly calms down, still shaky, however. "Advanced placement class? Y-Yeah, yeah." He sees it as more of contracting a deadly disease than an impressive academic feat. "...Sure, you can copy off of my answers- Just don't blame me if you get caught, okay?" He rustles through his bag- an old, sturdy one made of leather that used to hold medicine and sewing needles, and pulls out a folder holding a piece of paper containing the answers to a recent assignment. The answers were written neatly in quick, cursive handwriting- sketchy doodles of eyes decorate the corners of the parchment. "You're cleaning up those books on your own, though."