Professor Trismegistus

My day job is inventing doomsday weapons & torture devices. Yet my true passion lies in combiding magic with science to in order to reach a new level of enlightenment.

[stuckinuniformdevelopment]

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@necromancer-gaap

Gaap nods. “Sounds good to me, I’ll be glad to change out of this outfit.” He says. “And gotcha, I shouldn’t be too long I really don’t have much unpacking or unwinding to do, I’m frankly eager to start researching and testing what I can actually do.”

@bishop-percival

“The tall black armoire in the corner,” Mike replied. He dug into his pocket to retrieve a key ring with an assortment of keys on it, picking out a small bronze one presumably for the aforementioned armoire. He handed it to Teddy, trusting that he’d get it back to him.

Teddy safely tucked the key in his pocket. Then he looked Gaap over. He was considering asking if he needed anything else but... It may take awhile to dig out Thomas’ robes.

Besides: He needed to avoid being too nice. He didn’t want the other Glornists to think he was a doormat again after Autumn took advantage of him helping with laundry. (Although he still may be in the process of shedding that image so...)

Bowtie bowed his head to Mike, waved at the rest while not caring if they were actually looking, and left to fetch Thomas’ clothes.

[necromancer-gaap]

Gaap did wave back even if it wasn’t necessarily directed at him, he turns to Mike and gives his own respectful nod. “I’ll go settle in then, thanks for showing me around, and I’m sure we’ll cross paths again soon,” he says.

He then turned to Tris and Cas to give their own goodbye. “Looking forward to working with you both sometime soon, once I’m properly sorted out I’ll come find you guys to discuss the afterlife and magic and such.”

[evilmadscientistwizard]

Professor Trismegistus had assumed that Walters and Gaap would come back over to continue their discussion. But now Gaap was saying goodbye and Walters wasn’t even in the room.

Their shoulders briefly sunk. Then they brightened up and enthusiastically waved Gaap off. “See ya later alligator! I’ll show you my lab later!”

[bishop-percival]

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@evilmadscientistwizard

“Wait, which Thomas guy?” Tris stopped pacing to concentrate on recalling that name. There were a lot of Ts in this place… Even without counting the uninitiated. And were they someone who was already dead? Or did they have to go bump them off first? “Oi!” Tris exclaimed while pointing their finger up. “You mean that ghost bloke hanging around, dontcha?” They jumped for joy at the idea. “He’s perfect! Easy to get too!” Bowtie, on the other hand, wasn’t pleased. But at least he hid it aside from giving Mike a look and letting out a frustrated exhale. “Don’t you ever get bored of that chump?” Bowtie flatly asked while speaking loudly enough for them to easily hear them. “Nope!” Tris gave an immediate, chipper answer. Welp, that was probably the best he could do without sticking his neck out for a dead guy. He turned his attention back to Mike. “How long will the tour be?” Bowtie asked as he casually pointed at Gaap over his shoulder. “I’ll make sure I’m there then.”

Not knowing the extent of Teddy and Thomas’ rapport, Mike had no idea why Teddy seemed miffed with him. Did he say something wrong? Who knows.

“The tour is pretty much done, this was our last stop.” Mike looked at Gaap. “Though, you should take some time to get to your room to unpack and unwind for a bit. Afterwards, Dr. Walters here is also our tailor, so you should see him to get your robes made.”

[evilmadscientistwizard]

Dr. Walters nodded. “I’ll meet you in the laundry room when you’re ready.”

He paused before adding, “Sublevel one, closest door to the library.” Knowing Mike the library was probably their first stop.

Then Teddy looked at Mike and asked, “So where in the vestry?”

[evilmadscientistwizard]

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@bishop-percival

Mike, who had just been quietly observing the conversation, watched as Teddy approached him. “Oh right, Thomas’ old robes!” he repeated with enlightenment. “They should be tucked away in the vestry somewhere. Those would work best for Gaap until you make his own. Will you be here later to work?” Cas, meanwhile, eagerly agreed with Tris. He rubbed his chin as he thought about a good candidate for their potential resurrections studies. He glanced at Mike when he remarked about Thomas’ robes, then excitedly turned to Tris. “Hey, yeah, what about that Thomas guy?”

“Wait, which Thomas guy?” Tris stopped pacing to concentrate on recalling that name. There were a lot of Ts in this place... Even without counting the uninitiated.

And were they someone who was already dead? Or did they have to go bump them off first?

“Oi!” Tris exclaimed while pointing their finger up. “You mean that ghost bloke hanging around, dontcha?”

They jumped for joy at the idea. “He’s perfect! Easy to get too!”

Bowtie, on the other hand, wasn’t pleased. But at least he hid it aside from giving Mike a look and letting out a frustrated exhale.

“Don’t you ever get bored of that chump?” Bowtie flatly asked while speaking loudly enough for them to easily hear them.

“Nope!” Tris gave an immediate, chipper answer.

Welp, that was probably the best he could do without sticking his neck out for a dead guy. He turned his attention back to Mike.

“How long will the tour be?” Bowtie asked as he casually pointed at Gaap over his shoulder. “I’ll make sure I’m there then.”

[bishop-percival]

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@necromancer-gaap

“I’m looking forward to it, but to the Professor’s question, in this theoretical experiment I would be determining if it’s possible to resurrect a soul into a body that isn’t its own, my hypothesis is that yes that should work, but it’s entirely possible there’s some metaphysical property of souls that prevents that that we aren’t presently aware of.” He explains. “And for Bowtie’s, with what Cas said, resurrection by definition does require returning life to something dead, otherwise it’s an unrelated process of animation, such as working with a clay golem,” he says. “ I suppose if you were to somehow seal a soul to an inanimate body that could maybe be considered resurrection as you’re returning something dead to life, but I still think that possession and animation would be more accurate terms.” As somebody with his own chosen name Gaap wasn’t going to question calling somebody Bowtie, at least for now.

@evilmadscientistwizard

“We gotta do resurrection at least once!” Tris exclaimed. “A permanent one!” Then they put their hand on their chin. “Although I suppose it would be difficult to keep our test subject under wraps indefinitely…” “Now, if we did decide to keep a success around for a longitudinal study we would have to select our test subjects carefully to prepare for such a scenario..,” Professor Trismegistus paced with their hand on their chin as they thought aloud. Largely to themselves. “We would need someone yielding. Someone who wouldn’t try to escape. Someone who wouldn’t recklessly go against us after death became a temporary state… Meanwhile between Professor Trismegistus’ brief flash of frustration, Cas’ scolding, and Gaap’s gentle yet thorough correction Bowtie was feeling rather foolish. And he wasn’t exactly liking the schemes brewing either. He sunk his head before slinking away from the group and to Mike. “Do we still have Thomas’ old robes?” Theodore’s voice had dropped to its soft, natural volume instead of the slight projection he used with others. Repurposing them made him uneasy. Yet it was better than facing Amy’s wrath for lending Sam’s spare robes to Gaap. Lola probably found them anyways.

Mike, who had just been quietly observing the conversation, watched as Teddy approached him.

“Oh right, Thomas’ old robes!” he repeated with enlightenment. “They should be tucked away in the vestry somewhere. Those would work best for Gaap until you make his own. Will you be here later to work?”

Cas, meanwhile, eagerly agreed with Tris. He rubbed his chin as he thought about a good candidate for their potential resurrections studies. He glanced at Mike when he remarked about Thomas’ robes, then excitedly turned to Tris. 

“Hey, yeah, what about that Thomas guy?”

[evilmadscientistwizard]

“Wait, which Thomas guy?” Tris stopped pacing to concentrate on recalling that name. There were a lot of Ts in this place... Even without counting the uninitiated.

And were they someone who was already dead? Or did they have to go bump them off first?

“Oi!” Tris exclaimed while pointing their finger up. “You mean that ghost bloke hanging around, dontcha?”

They jumped for joy at the idea. “He’s perfect! Easy to get too!”

Bowtie, on the other hand, wasn’t pleased. But at least he hid it aside from giving Mike a look and letting out a frustrated exhale.

“Don’t you ever get bored of that chump?” Bowtie flatly asked while speaking loudly enough for them to easily hear them.

“Nope!” Tris gave an immediate, chipper answer.

Welp, that was probably the best he could do without sticking his neck out for a dead guy. He turned his attention back to Mike.

“How long will the tour be?” Bowtie asked as he casually pointed at Gaap over his shoulder. “I’ll make sure I’m there then.”

[evilmadscientistwizard]

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@bishop-percival

With an unimpressed frown, Cas put his hands on his hips as he answered Bowtie’s inquiry. “The definition of resurrection is to bring something back to life from the dead. So of course it had to have been alive! If I possess a robot, I’m not actually imbuing it with life, I’m just controlling it…” But then Cas turned to Tris, a bright smile returning to his face. “...But that sounds way cooler! What am I thinking, wanting to be stuck in a flesh body again? Ew! I wanna be a robot with rockets and lasers!” Cas proclaimed, excitedly shaking his fists. Then he glanced back at Gaap with a chuckle. “That doesn’t mean I don't still wanna work with you in the future, though.”

@necromancer-gaap

“I’m looking forward to it, but to the Professor’s question, in this theoretical experiment I would be determining if it’s possible to resurrect a soul into a body that isn’t its own, my hypothesis is that yes that should work, but it’s entirely possible there’s some metaphysical property of souls that prevents that that we aren’t presently aware of.” He explains. “And for Bowtie’s, with what Cas said, resurrection by definition does require returning life to something dead, otherwise it’s an unrelated process of animation, such as working with a clay golem,” he says. “ I suppose if you were to somehow seal a soul to an inanimate body that could maybe be considered resurrection as you’re returning something dead to life, but I still think that possession and animation would be more accurate terms.” As somebody with his own chosen name Gaap wasn’t going to question calling somebody Bowtie, at least for now.

“We gotta do resurrection at least once!” Tris exclaimed. “A permanent one!” Then they put their hand on their chin. “Although I suppose it would be difficult to keep our test subject under wraps indefinitely...”

“Now, if we did decide to keep a success around for a longitudinal study we would have to select our test subjects carefully to prepare for such a scenario..,” Professor Trismegistus paced with their hand on their chin as they thought aloud. Largely to themselves.

“We would need someone yielding. Someone who wouldn’t try to escape. Someone who wouldn’t recklessly go against us after death became a temporary state...

Meanwhile between Professor Trismegistus’ brief flash of frustration, Cas’ scolding, and Gaap’s gentle yet thorough correction Bowtie was feeling rather foolish. And he wasn’t exactly liking the schemes brewing either. He sunk his head before slinking away from the group and to Mike.

“Do we still have Thomas’ old robes?” Theodore’s voice had dropped to its soft, natural volume instead of the slight projection he used with others.

Repurposing them made him uneasy. Yet it was better than facing Amy’s wrath for lending Sam’s spare robes to Gaap. Lola probably found them anyways.

[evilmadscientistwizard]

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@bishop-percival

By the time Tris and Bowtie looked at Cas, he was just staring at the ground and pouting. Oh, woe was him. Who cared about him? Who cared that he was a literal ghost? It seemed all anyone cared about was lame demon summonings. Why bother introducing— Oh, wait. Cas’ jealous spiral was interrupted when Tris started in on an introduction for him. Their words patched his wounded pride and he returned their fond smile. “Eheh, Thanks Tris!” Cas then turned his attention to Gaap. “If you want to know anything about the afterlife, ghosts or other ethereal beings, I’m your guy!” He floated closer to the newcomer, eyeing him. “Your necromancy would be a great opportunity for me to study the effects of resurrection on the soul. I’ve always wondered what it felt like. But alas, my body was long gone before Bishop Percival and Reverend Miriam summoned me back to the mortal realm. So I hope to work with you in the future!”

@necromancer-gaap

Gaap was quite excited by this trio, their skills and knowledge would surely be an asset to him and he had full intention of taking each of them up on things. “I’m looking forward to the opportunity to share our knowledge and experiment on things then,” he says, at Cas’ latter comment he hums. “Yeah, even if I were to extend my capacities beyond their current limitations, a body to restore life to will likely always be a key component of the process regardless, though I suppose factoring in the capacity for ghosts and possessions would call into question how resurrection and possession might play off each other, theoretically it might be possible to resurrect a body permanently with a ghost newly housed in it.” he suggests.

Tris returned Cas’ smile with a big thumbs up. “No prob, mate!” They were about to add, “Never forget to sell yourself!” before realizing that it’d only make Cas come off as an insecure loser.

Once Gaap said they were interested in resurrecting Cas, Tris leapt in joy and bounded on over. Walters silently followed while lagging slightly behind like he was their shadow. He easily matched their pace despite his feet never going far from the floor.

Tris’ heart ached as Cas hinted at how he mourned his body. They clutched said heart as they moved closer. “Does it have to be his body?”

Bowtie shifted uncomfortably at the idea of body snatching, although his tell was too subtle for anyone but Mike to notice. Yet even if he didn’t he would still wonder, “Does it have to be a body?”

Tris looked back in confusion. “Of course it does! What's the point of resurrection without it!?”

Bowtie took a moment to organize his thoughts before clarifying. At some point he had gotten a black notebook with Lord Hater’s face out and started jotting down notes.

“Would it need to be something that was ever alive? Or even biological?”

“Oh!” Tris looked up at Cas. “You could have a cool robot body! With rockets and lasers!”

They seemed to be starting to veer slightly off topic... Not that Walters would be the one to point it out.

[evilmadscientistwizard]

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@bishop-percival

Cas was relieved that Gaap couldn’t mess around with ghosts— for now. He also thought it was pretty cool that he could revive dead things. He was about to introduce himself when Bowtie suddenly piped up. Then after Bowtie gave his name, Cas went to introduce himself again— only for Tris to start gabbing on about the dull materials scientist. Tch! Cas wasn’t impressed by his embarrassing demon summoning. Anyone could’ve done it better than Bowtie! Yet Cas kept quiet, waiting for a better moment to speak again.

@necromancer-gaap

Gaap unfortunately doesn’t give him the time either, addressing Tris and Teddy first as they ask their questions and introduce themselves. “Nice to meet you both as well,” he says, and yeah that is pretty cool, I hope to get into demon summoning myself at some point so that might be something I ask you about later” He says. “But yes as to your question, I haven’t had much a chance to test the parameters, Mati life doesn’t particularly give you access to things like that, but presently I know I can revive a watchdog that has died within five days of an attempted resurrection, and they remain alive for around five or six hours before dying again, I’m sure that I’ll be able to increase this capacity now that I have access to actual resources though.” Gaap explains.

Theodore faintly smiled. After a poignant pause he said, “I’ll show my notes to you later.”

“Oh!” A glint flashed across Tris’ glass. “Can I see too!”

Well, there was no use in holding out on Professor Trismegistus now. “...Sure.”

Then they both looked over at Cas, waiting for him to say something. Theodore was only being polite. The professor, however, was worried.

What happened to his dramatic flair!? They figured that he— unlike that shy scientist— would have no problem introducing himself!

No matter. They didn’t mind lending a mate a hand again.

“Last but not least is Cas,” Tris energetically gestured at their most extraordinary best friend with a flourish, “The galaxy’s indisputable expert on death and undeath!”

They paused to fondly smile at Cas and chuckled. “Probably was when he was still alive too. And he’s an all-around amazing paranormal investigator too.”

[evilmadscientistwizard]

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@necromancer-gaap

Gaap’s slight apprehension at his hand being shook without much warning is overtaken by his intrigue when Professor Tris gets to the latter part of their qualifications. He also wasn’t not somewhat flattered by the ego fluffing his new status seemed to be affording him. Teddy gets a good look of this new recruit and his drab greenish grey outfit and fishing boots, still carrying along his moving bag. “I’m Gaap, Autumn scouted me straight from Mati, and I suppose you could say I’m quite special, and I imagine with your focus of study our aims are quite aligned professor, I’m a necromancer, you see.” he explained proudly. “As such Bishop Percival has offered me an immediate deaconship and I’m being initiated tomorrow,”

@bishop-percival

Mike lightly smiled at the sight of Teddy when he walked in. Then once Gaap mentioned he was a necromancer, he glanced at Teddy again to see if he could gauge a reaction from his flat face. Suddenly, a disembodied voice emanated from a source unknown to Gaap. “Woah, woah, really?” A ghostly apparition appeared before the group, that of what seemed to be a deacon based on his red robe. It was Cas. He was hiding in anticipation of spooking a new recruit, but the mention of necromancy was too intriguing to mess around. Plus, he wasn’t sure it would be wise to scare someone who might have the ability to banish him… “That’s cool! So can you like, summon ghosts? Or banish them?”

@necromancer-gaap

Gaap was surprised at the sight of the ghost, but even more so fascinated! Taking in his spectral appearance, looking around him curiously before considering his question carefully. “I’ve never gotten to test that so I’m don’t know if I can or not, though I’m sure I’ll be able to learn.” He says, “For now I am capable of bringing animals back to life and watchdogs that are recently deceased for a limited amount of time, I’m hoping to increase my capabilities as I study here.”

When Gaap revealed his necromancy skills Theodore perked up and briefly widened his eye a bit. He took a moment to calculate the potential implications. Particularly, how this would affect their grand scheme.

Then he leaned forward with a glint in his eye and subtle smile.

“How limited, exactly?”

The words had come out before he knew it. He sheepishly rubbed his head as he quietly said to himself, “Ah, haven’t introduced myself yet.”

“I’m known as Bowtie.” He respectfully bowed his head. “It's a pleasure to meet you.” By this point he had accepted his cult name as a way to create distance between his identity as a Glornist and his life outside of it.

But Professor Trismegistus didn’t know that. “Is that all?”, they said to themselves as they glanced at him. Then they decided to give their shy lab buddy a more suitable introduction.

“My colleague Doctor Walters shares my passion for the paranormal & arcane. Why, his main goal is to determine the material properties of magic itself!”

Professor Trismegistus’ glass glinted as the paused for dramatic effect. If it wasn’t almost opaque they’d be able to see his proud grin.

“Not only that: He has successfully summoned a demon!”

“Well..,” Doctor Bowtie shifted uncomfortably. “...I wouldn’t call that a success...”

“Sure, the negotiation went south, but you still did it! You should take more pride in yourself!” Tris gave his buddy two big thumbs up.

Bowtie groaned. “So, about my question...”

[evilmadscientistwizard]

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@necromancer-gaap

Gaap nods and takes it back, slipping it into his bag again. “Sounds like a plan, it’ll be a nice project trying to figure it out.” he says. “And yeah, I’ll be sure to ask her when we both have the time.”

@bishop-percival

Mike nodded, then opened the door for the two to leave. Once they were out, he took care to lock it back up. “Well, I think that was everything important to show you,” he said as he moseyed down the hall. But he paused in his tracks, hearing some chatting coming from Percival’s chamber. “Actually, this here is Bishop Percival’s personal ritual chamber, and there are scome members working on a project in there that you could meet.” Mike knocked on the door first, deciding not to barge in when the group inside were working on such an important—and possibly dangerous—machine. “Excuse me, Tris? Reverend Mike here, I have a new recruit I would like to introduce.”

Professor Trismegistus perked up at the sound of their mate Mike calling their name. They shouted an, “Okey-dokey!” before rushing to the door to let him in.

Then they heard about the new recruit. They paused for a moment, slightly jealous that someone skipped the usual initiation process. Yet it was easily overpowered by the potential implications.

Tris threw the door open while waving at both. “Eya mate, wicked excited to meetcha!” They stepped out of the way and bowed at both of them, all while holding the door open with their back.

When Gaap passed Tris they firmly took his hand and gave it a hearty shake. “I’m Professor Trismegistus, genius scientist, paranormal researcher, and student of the occult”

They waited until everyone was fully inside before shutting the door. “So what’s your deal?” Tris asked as they walked back to their workstation next to the portal. “I mean, you gotta be mighty special if Reverend Mike is personally showing you around!”

Meanwhile, a lanky watchdog with a lab coat, blue glass, & blue bowtie swiveled his chair around to get a look for himself. He flatly stared at the newbie while politely waiting for his turn to introduce himself.

[necromancer-gaap]

@evilmadscientistwizard

Ello Gaap! It’s so nice to meet you! Cas and I have been running controlled experiments to determine what factors contribute to the formation of a ghost.

Now, as you can imagine, creating ghosts means killing a ton of people while we fine-tune our methods to increase the likelihood of a success. We’d be more than happy to provide fresh bodies in exchange for for collaboration.

Please contact me at your earliest convenience if you're interested.

I would certainly be very interested in a partnership like that, especially if I could also be included in your findings. It's very nice to meet you as well by the way. Out of curiosity how have you gone about killing people for these studies up to this point?

And what would my part be in this collaboration? Looking forward to hearing back from you.

[evilmadscientistwizard]

Why, all sorts of ways! My thesis is the circumstances behind ones’ death heavily impact whether a soul is tethered to this mortal plane or not.

But I assure you: All of our killings are done in a discreet, methodological fashion while minimizing potential evidence.

As for your part, well, I believe that we should exchange information first to determine how we’ll effectively combine our interests.

[toskarin]

recently my elderly shattered-up phone started letting me charge it to 107% which I've been using to get let's just say a little bit extra out of it on long days

[toskarin]

added benefit that this makes it crazy warm and soft so I use it to warm up my coat when it's cold outside

[toskarin]

to be honest with you it's swollen as fuck and that's why I'm rocking with it

[ganurath]

Swollen batteries are incendiary explosives.

[toskarin]

this one's just a phone

[toskarin]

if it was a bomb and not a phone I couldn't make a call on it, but I can because it's a phone, although it will be to the fun department instead of the fire department

[pneeyrose]

respectfully, ma'am, phone and bomb are not mutually exclusive descriptors

[toskarin]

I'm not gatekeeping I'm just speaking from my presently lived experience

[chaos-otter]

When you start speaking from your formally lived experience, be sure to let us know!

[toskarin]

I already live every day with undue formality and noble grace

[toskarin]

I'm not a technician so I don't really see how this applies to me

[bakedbiscuit]

I genuinely can't tell if you're being stupid on purpose

[toskarin]

when you feel that way it's a sign that I'm being smart

[walnutbun]

OP your phone is literally about to explode.

[toskarin]

we've been over this, it's just puffy and I poke it with twigs when it gets too hot

[toskarin]

my mental health is splendid and my phone is fantastic why in the world would I kill myself

[radioinactivity]

[netheris]

Oh god it's the shark post all over again, but this time OP COULD FUCKIN DIE OR BE MAIMED HORRIBLY

[toskarin]

that's really not on the table

[toskarin]

reading earlier in this thread, you will find that it is not a bomb but a phone which is being poked with twigs, and only under certain circumstances

[evilmadscientistwizard]

Dear Reverend Michael McGregor, PhD,

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤAs you may have heard, I have recently completed and tested an extradimensional portal generator capable of opening portals to— among other dimensions— the realm of the undead. Once Bishop Percival discovered this he proposed a partnership to hasten his ascension in exchange for granting me a share of his newfound power. While I do trust our dear bishop to a reasonable extent, I believe it would be best to request your expertise in magical dealings before we proceed.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤHow should one go about forming a soul-binding contract? I have experience with writing legally binding agreements with the family lawyer, yet I have a hunch that laws are irrelevant in the face of functionally limitless power. Would such a contract be enforceable if the other party has little to no magical abilities of their own?

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤWould you be willing & able to both attend a meeting with my lawyer and be present at the notarization of our contract? I would also like to ask for your assistance on finding the Glornch’s prestigious library’s books on the topic.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ ㅤㅤ ㅤSincerely,

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤProfessor Zosimos M. Trismegistus

[evilmadscientistwizard]

@bishop-percival

(Previous) “Hm!” Cas curiously hummed in regards to Theodore’s research. Cas examined the motor, then shrugged. “Okie doke,” he chimed before possessing it. It remained still for some moments. Then it clicked as it rotated by a tiny degree. Then some more. Then it hummed to life, spinning and spinning. Cas kept it up for about 20 seconds before expelling himself from the motor. He was panting. “Heh… Phew! How was that?”

Professor Trismegistus waited with bated breath for any sign of movement. Then when the rotor gained a significant amount of speed they threw their arms in the air and cheered, “Woohoo!”

Tris rewarded Cas with a thumbs up. “Absolutely delightful! How did you control it? Would it be possible to force a ghost to perform that task or does it require genuine willpower?”

[evilmadscientistwizard]

@bishop-percival

Cas was in fact already there, and indeed as Tris suspected, he refused to simply show himself to whoever this detective guy was. He was preparing to let Tris know he was present when they suddenly walked over to the detective and smacked him! Cas hadn’t even done anything yet and already the theatrics were in full swing. He watched with immense amusement as his friend and this rando traded threats. As much as he wanted to watch this play out more, he knew Tris was a bit shrimpy and didn’t want their big talk getting them hurt. Cas quickly looked around for any watchdog in subpar shape and speedily possessed a tired-looking fellow. He then hurried over to Tris and the detective and stood between them. “Ay ay ay! No fightin’ in the food court! Please, I just wanna eat, we’ve already had like five brawls break out just in this past week!” A true statement. Cas had developed a hobby out of possessing random watchdogs and making them chuck their food at others. The recent uptick in cafeteria food fights was noticeable and had many on edge. This unknown watchdog also looked Fez up and down, noticing the lack of any Hater Empire uniform. “...You aren’t even from around here, are you? What makes you think you can come here and start causing trouble?”

@detective-fez

(Previous) Fez stared at the watchdog, a deer in the headlights, through the stinging of the previous smack he held his hands out defensively, waving them. “Oi! They asked me to come here!” He yipped, then turned to Tris. “So?!” He stepped closer but still remained at a distance because as much as he hated to admit it, he didn’t want a binder to his eye again. He stomped at Tris, similar to a horse when it gives out a warning. He was a spitfire, not wanting to punch them more-so make his point and get this over with.

Trismegistus had entertained too many aspiring crime lord playmates to take threats from the guy who kept picking fights with Commander Peepers and wimping out seriously. As far as they were concerned it was all hot air.

“Ah, I simply asked to meet up,” Tris said with their hands innocently held behind their back. “He wanted to make a brawl of it. In the food court.”

While they were speaking they reached into their back pants pocket and retracted their hand into their somewhat oversized sleeve. All while doing their best to position their body between their hand and the overblown detective’s line of sight.

[evilmadscientistwizard]

@bishop-percival

(Previous) Autumn waved those two dorks off. With them gone, she made sure to mend the salt barrier before leaving. Cas curiously looked around the sewing area. Bowtie, huh? He was an interesting fellow. A materials scientist who once summoned a demon. It was a shame he wasn’t around. “He must be pretty good at his job for you to consider him your “I know a guy” guy. But I guess until we can catch him, we’ll have to see what we can do,” Cas pondered.

Tris puffed out their chest as if they had been praised. “He is! Lately he’s been researching the physical form of magic and I cannot overstate how excited I am to see the results!”

“Anyhow,” Tris said as they entered the library. “Our first order of business is to establish compatibility with a DC motor.”

They set the box on the table. Then they put it down, placed a small stepper motor on table, and prepared to take notes. “See if you can either make the middle part spin or induce a current.”

[evilmadscientistwizard]

@detective-fez

(Previous) Fez whipped his head around to face Tris. “Ah! Look who decided to show up—” Fez was then met with a binder to his face, he gagged on his words and stumbled back, rubbing his eye, stunned. “Ow-ah! Rude!” He barked back at them, squinting. “What? Gonna sick your ghost on me next?” He grunted, keeping his distance. He adjusted his glass so it was fitted correctly on his face, he then crossed his arms and gave Professor Trismegistus a look of pure disdain. He scoffed. “This better be some damning evidence! I’m very busy, solving cases, and all that..” He turned his head up. “Don’t pick a fight you can’t win, by the way. I will surely fry you.” He hissed.

“Oh pardon me,” Professor Trismegistus said with sarcasm dripping from their voice. They crossed their arms and stuck their chin up. “I was under the impression that you wanted a fight.”

Then they looked Fez up and down before holding their hand in front of their mouth and letting out a staccato chuckle. “I could take you.”

Professor Trismegistus was mostly bluffing. They may be able defend themselves in a pinch yet they couldn’t throw a good punch.

Oh well. This poser didn’t seem much stronger. If he was at all.

[detective-fez]

@evilmadscientistwizard

Fez was overall a busy man, working long shifts that blended his days, but something he enjoyed exponentially was proving he was correct in every situation, his career could wait, right now he was smug, excited to be his delightfully blunt and prudish self. Once and for all he’d put a stop to these ghost chronicles and get these pitiful believers off of his mind.

With his head held high, confident and fiendishly self-righteous, he marched to the food court and stood affirmingly dead set in the center full of bumbling watchdogs. He chuckled, fueled by his canting philosophy and so-called moral high ground, he placed his hands on his hips in a sassy demeanor and waited, grinning, watching for Tris.

“This is too easy!” He whispered to himself, snickering gruffly.

[evilmadscientistwizard]

Professor Trismegistus had hoped that their dear friend Cas would reach this foolish detective first. Alas, with his pendent for dramatics they doubted that he’d show himself before the perfect moment.

They leaned on a wall out of Detective Fez’ line of sight both to ensure that Cas would reach them before that smug fucking mamaluke mocked them and cook up a good way to make that perfect moment happen ASAP.

That wait came to an abrupt end when they heard what came out of his mouth. Their temper flared, although they were able to hold the majority of it back.

“Don’t count your chickens before they hatch, bozo,” Professor Trismegistus sternly said while slapping Detective Fez with a binder summarizing their spectral research.

Then they tucked it under their arm. “My associate will be here soon enough.”