[center][B][U]Reates Saerne[/B] – [I]The Vanishing Butterfly[/I][/U][/center]
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A room of gloriously monstrous contents was where the alleged madman of Melody's academy currently laid, on his back specifically –staring at the ceiling. He was totally motionless, cept the darting movement of his eerie green eyes, which emitted a strange light.

There was a fluttering about the room, and the sounds of various beasts, some which sounded avian, others canine, and even others...human. [I]Wait, human?[/I] Reates turned his head from side to side and then sat bolt upright and swiveled his head on his neck back and forth to survey the room a second time. It had gone totally silent when he'd moved, there were no squawks, or rogue barks, and the human voice had vanished outright.

[B]“Now I kno' me mind's not playin' tricks on me,”[/B] the doctor stated plainly, his thick irish accent and quick tone apparent with each syllable. However, when his eyes glanced over the crystal hide of a certain anomalous feline who now laid on one of the many desks in the room a smirk tugged at his lips. [B]“Ah, tryin' to remind me, eh? Well I'll be havin' ya know that there's no need. I hav't forgott'n anything just yet, ya lazy little tyke,”[/B] the man said aloud, jabbing an accusatory finger in the air towards the crystalline cat. He took several deceitful steps towards the desk, having risen to his feet by now, before he jumped away and to the side, his arm darting out to nudge the kitty off of its stable perch and onto the floor.

There was a sharp grating sound as its claws extended and raked the side of the metal desk and then the cement floor. The cat meowed, hissed, spat, and then lunged at the professor even as he jumped straight over it and swiveled midair, landing so that he faced the cat for its next lunge.

This time sidestepping the feline, Reates' hand launched forwards and grabbed the cat beneath its little forearms and held it fast. The cat struggled, its crystal body hard and somewhat heavy in Reates hand before he turned to face the cat full on and grabbed it with his other hand, cradling it gently in his arms and petting over its surface till it stopped hissing and began to purr, giving in to his suggestion of armistice. [B]“Now, let's try this again, aye? What was th' reminder ye'd intended on givin' me?”[/B]

The cat yawned and squirmed in his arms a moment to get its footing before it pounced onto his shoulder and extended itself behind his neck till its mouth was near Reates ear at which point the cat whispered these vehement words, [U]“You're missing the damned opening ceremony and Abstractis is pestering me, so you should listen before I bite your ear off in an attempt to garner your attention.”[/U] The cat then growled, nipped his ear, and jumped off of Reates, landing on its paws, sitting, before it licked itself over, intent on getting the smell of human off of itself.

Reates only smirked and then completely opened his mental channels, having been so lost in thought and observation that he had managed to block [I]the swarm[/I] from his mind. [I]Yes Abstractis Imperialis Veritisi?[/I] he iterated mentally with an amused and questioning tone. [I]'Dammit Reates, I have told you time and time again [/I]not[I] to do that to me. Makes me think I'm trapped in my own head...[/I] there was a fluttering movement that ran over the surface of Reates clothes, making them look as if the clothes themselves were alive.

They weren't...but the swarm sure was, a part of which now rested over the entire surface of his clothing, for the most part. Barring the bottom of his shoes of course, that might crush the poor things, and that'd be a shame. Loss of a friend and a valuable specimen. [I]You're right A.I.V I shouldn't do that...much, tho' I have ta say that yer reaction is rather amusin' myself.[/I] The fluttering movement shuddered over the surface of his clothes once more, though it was slightly different, and Reates [I]felt[/I], rather than heard, the swarm scoff at him, causing a wide grin to form on his lips. [B]“Anywho! Now that I'll be fashionably late to tha festivities, I oughta get a move on.”[/B] Making no effort to put on dress clothes of any kind, Reates walked towards the only empty wall in the entirety of his considerably large, but rather packed, lab-room.

The other walls were packed from floor to ceiling, covered by bookcases or ESSENCE boards –like chalkboards or smartboards, but based in essence instead-- as well as many [I]many[/I] cages of various make. They were more like [I]chambers[/I] really as each of them was something of its own unique space and each contained its own unique creature, item, or otherwise aberrant entity. Even the ceiling was covered, though not by anything to obscure it –with the exception of the many different kinds of lights and other emitters that Reates used for a ridiculous variety of purposes. Rather, the ceiling was covered with various mathematical or essencial equations. Furthermore there was an entire [I]area[/I] of the room dedicated to the storage of various scientific and magical apparatus that the doctor-scientist-professor-madman used for his research.

Anyways, Reates approached the small 4x4 (meter) space of wall so close that his nose almost touched and as he did so the pendant at his neck hovered forwards, touching the wall and causing it to ripple. In the same moment Reates' essence fluxed in a variety of patterns even as his body fazed right through the wall.

The boom of music began to enter his ears, a joyous, wondrous experience of a tune entering his being note by note as the sound waves became able to hit him at all. After all, he was walking [I]out of a wall[/I]. Behind him, if one were standing a single foot away from him, one would be able to briefly glimpse a complex array of sigils in a circular pattern, intertwined and transposed over one another. It was all formed entirely of essence and it flowed and pulsed with a powerful light, a light which was almost as quickly nullified by a brief fluttering that occurred not even three seconds after Reates had half emerged from the wall. Once he'd fully emerged, the edges of his body that had extricated themselves from the wall briefly rippling. The rogue dusted himself off, revealing the presence of several butterflies which scattered and disappeared into thin air, Reates nodded his head slightly in confirmation of his successful transition.

Then, taking in a deep breath, Reates called out boisterously, his arms spreading out wide to either side of himself as he did so, to announce his arrival. [B]“Greetings, students of the academy, it is my humble pleasure to state you, yerselves, and I wonderful friends, allies, and enemies both.”[/B] Despite the music in the atmosphere, Reates voice would reach every single individual in the room and with it they would [I]magically[/I] know who the voice belonged to and where they were in the room.

Or at least they'd know where he had been, for the moment that he had started his words, the magical scientist would vanish, just as the butterflies had, into thin air.

Whilst cloaked, Reates would walk past people, tapping them on their shoulders as he moved through the crowd, till he reached his primary object of interest: A late comer who he knew was called by the name Ian. The boy was dancing his way through the crowd, flute in hand and at mouth.

With a smirk plastared onto his face, and mischief alight in his eyes, Reates would cease to be vanished, reappearing only a meter in front of Ian, where he stopped moving. With his back appearing to be turned to the boy, Reates waited for him the student to collide with him, bracing himself and weaving essence from his shoes right into the ground. Hitting him would be like meeting an immovable object for Ian, if he ran into him at all. Perhaps the boy had some tricks up his sleeve! Who knew, Reates had only given him a cursory glance and recalled the name and face of him from profiles and personal information sent to him as was necessary.

He had no idea what Ian's reaction might be, but he expected that it would be absolutely delirious regardless of what it was. If not delirious than what else from a sleep deprived human, eh?

Meanwhile, the portal sealed reopened itself, allowing the crystalline form of Rsytreim the feline to emerge. The cat's quadrupedal gait sauntering and lazy in its nature, the crystal beast dashed to the quietest corner of the room and then shifted itself so that it hid its head and ears in its own body, using its crystal body as a buffer for the sound in the room. Why did Reates always have to pick the [I]loudest[/I] most [I]obnoxious[/I] places to drag him? It almost made him wish that he'd never encountered the human, let alone agreed to be taken in by him for his own safety.

Had it been a mistake? Unlikely, he was fed more than regularly, and no one bothered him unless it was the madman himself, which wasn't all that bad. As such the kitty supposed that the pro's were better than the cons.

With his situation reevaluated, Rystreim drifted off into a light slumber, awareness of his presence somewhat mitigated by the anti psychic aura he emitted.

This itty bitty kitty was not one to mess with.