For the past few days, Travis had slaved away to perfect his complex runic spell; theoretically to be, at least in his own hopes and possibly Felix's as well to be potent enough to suppress a Paragon's aura detecting capabilities. Since he started this intensive project, his journeys out of his quarters were infrequent at best and when he was out and about, it was not for very long. The occasion meal, a few trips to the coffee pot, a bit of exercise, and perhaps a self-privileged hour to himself before resuming his work once more. Sometimes he would be summoned away from his work for longer periods. The practice could definitely be seen as unhealthy and even Travis would admit it himself that he was surely pushing himself hard to complete a project without an estimated deadline but if there was thing he found pride in, it was his work.

Just as his base-of-operations was back in Mexico, the room had become rather unkempt with clothing tossed to a corner and stacks of research notes placed almost anywhere he would consider convenient. Several stands holding his tomes surrounded his workbench where several large articles of paper enveloped the table's surface with additional notes and a tome or two spread out. The center piece was of his work was a sheet that had drawn on it a well crafted rune. Eye pieces and magnifying glasses peered over the design as a way for Travis to write the necessary micro-scripting for the rune to function correctly. 

Never has he applied so much into one rune before. His latest creations were complex in their own right but only expressed the necessary instructions for the spell to work. Given the facts at hand, this monster of a rune could be considered overkill in terms of logic and rules. So much so with all the many lines and curves etched in with a series of linguistic text, the magic circle itself could've been past on as a piece to be displayed in an art museum. With the rune's sole function in mind, that alternative was perhaps a plausible destiny to meet.

As it was proposed to Felix as just a bare basic doodle originally, the nearly finished rune's intended use was to isolate a Paragon's sense of awareness and prevent it from possibly reacting to another Paragon were another one was to come within any proximity. Travis would've preferred to actually have another Paragon to experiment with but as Felix pointed out, two considered godly relics defined a much greater risk than to leave to chance. Thus Travis had bluntly applied every single safeguard he could think of into the large rune; any possible mana frequency he could write or reference, several long verses of multiplex instructions, and a number of redundant texts to leave no hole empty. It was virtually fool proof but unfortunately that remained to be proven if they acquired their next Paragon.

Travis leaned into his seat staring at his creation. He marveled at his work in all of its elaborate glory but remained compelled to judge it further, prying at it with simulated scenarios and what-ifs. While it was a good thing that everything checked out with each test completing without fail, Travis simply could not help but stress about any other or unknown factors he or anyone couldn't think of. It nagged at him greatly and he repeatedly restrained himself from adding any other redundancies that could risk reducing the rune's effectiveness, or worse, nullifying it already skeptical logic. The Untalent signed and pinched the bridge of his nose and leaned further back into his chair in an attempt to clear his mind of any worry or doubt. But every time he would even glimpse at a shred of the text, he could already imagine the gears of his mind overclocking once more.

With an annoyed grunt, Travis surrendered to the caring thought of putting his mind to something less taxing as it has already become. He quickly rose from his chair, grabbed his appropriate attire and departed the now-locked room before making his way downstairs. Perhaps he would be able to put his mind to something else useful or happen across someone else to converse with to retain his sanity seemingly lost in his chamber of productive uncertainty.