#murray-magnesium

Essek is definitely having a bad day. The whole day hadn't been bad, he'd started out the morning having breakfast with Caleb, before teleporting to Issylra to meet up with a certain dunamis-infused member of Bell's Hells for further research. No, the morning had started wonderfully, but now it was officially taking a turn for the worst.

Examining the Beacon-like slag glass in Ashton's head in the hopes of learning more about dunamis and it's interactions with the universe and living beings, Essek found himself pulled away to endless possibilities. A choice here, slightly different timing there and he saw hundreds of alternate versions of himself, spiraling out into the universe.

The problem had occurred when he attempted to push further than this.

Essek didn't know exactly what the problem was, but he found himself standing in what appeared to be a university office in front of a very shocked dwarvish woman and feeling something similar to his experience with Teleport mishaps.

The curator had left everyone written instructions that morning, having stated that he was far too busy to spend the morning with the students, and quickly Amy had realized a glaring contradiction. Were she to follow the instructions to the letter, the wing would become more disorganized than it had started. Now, she knew he had asked not to be disturbed, but she wasn’t going to risk her internship taking a guess at what he meant when he was literally a hallway away. Surely a twenty second conversation could solve all of this.

Maybe he just hadn’t gotten enough sleep.

About to knock on his office door, Amy stopped and turned behind herself at a soft crackling sound coming from the room across the hall. Was that smoke wafting under the door? She opened the door, about to rush in, when she froze, staring. This made no sense. Not Lathalia, as she had expected, but the bursar who had chosen her for the program in the first place. She stood over a metal box, flames licking up dangerously high as she tossed in a stack of papers, then reached down into an open filing cabinet.

“…uuuhm…” The noise escaped her without thought. If she weren’t so shocked she might have hid, or ran, or dove to stop the destruction. Instead she stared, blinking in the doorway. “I was looking for Lathalia…?” She held up her instructions half heartedly.