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“No, no, no no!” Jimmy muttered to himself, his voice rising with frustration as he flipped through the pages of an old toam before throwing it across the room. It hit the wall with a fluttering of pages and landed on the ground with a thud. He stared at it and ran his fingers through his hair, a streak of lapis blue transferring from his hands.
“Great job, throwing it is definitely going to fix all of your problems,” Joel chirped as his spectral form hovered over the table. The table was littered with books, loose paper with messy scrawled notes and diagrams stained with blue powder, flask’s of potions and ingredients organized in a wooden box with little compartments, and candles flickering shadows around the dimly lit library.
Jimmy scowled at Joel and made an exasperated little huff sound.
“I know, let's throw the chair next,” Joel laughed. Jimmy wasn’t sure if he was being sarcastic anymore.
“No! No, no. Don’t- don’t do that.” Jimmy protested.
Joel laughed again but he hadn’t moved from where he was hovering in a relaxed position over the table.
“Hey Tim!” Grian poked his head through the door to the library, his totem gold skin and gemstone green eyes glittering in the candlelight.
Jimmy looked up with a warry question on his face. “What- what is it bossman?” When Grian was involved there was a fifty percent chance it was more chaos.
“There’s a guy on the roof.”
Jimmy blinked “What?... what do you mean?”
Grian came in and grabbed Jimmy’s hand and led him out of the library down the long halls and up the stairs, past other illagers going about their business. Joel followed, flying figureights around their heads as they went.
They came into the large meeting room on the third floor with the dark oak map table and sturdy carved chairs. Grian led him over to the large windows. There on the roof staring at the sunrise was a man in blue robes, with a red and yellow border trim pattern, and a llama on a lead next to him.
The lamma glared at Jimmy through the glass and the hairs on his neck rose. He wanted to punt the thing off the roof. Why did it have to look at him like that, with such disdain. Jimmy unlatched the window and pushed it open with a grunt. “Hey, yo! What do you think you’re doing on our roof?” he said, climbing through the window.
The man turned around, when he saw Jimmy his scarred face lit up in a grin and his green eyes sparkled. “Ah, customers! Wonderful.”
“What?” Jimmy spluttered, blinking rapidly.
“It is always a pleasure to meet potential clientele. Oh where are my manners, Welcome to Scars Wandering Wonders. Where I, Scar, bring the wonders of the world to you.” He said with a crooked grin and a flourishing bow.
“What? No. You can’t be here. If they see you-”
“Oh’ it’s fine,” Scar interrupted. “I’m not exactly sure how I got up here. Teleportation is tricky like that, but they won’t find me. I got these.” He opened his robe to show several flasks of invis potions in little pockets on the inside. “... by the way… who are they ?”
Jimmy sucked a breath in through his nose, “You know I’m technically one of them right… I- I’m supposed to push you off the roof or something,”
Scars eyes went wide and he quickly shuffled away from the edge of the roof while trying to maintain his composure, “Oh, but you wouldn’t do that would you? You wouldn’t, I’ve got all these deals, you- you wouldn’t want to miss out on all these wonderful deals now would you?” he stammered.
Jimmy felt torn, he didn’t really want to get rid of him, but if he let him go the others would find him anyway…
Grian and Joel had climbed through the window, Grian inched closer to the llama with his hand held out to try and pet it while the llama glared at them. Joel hovered above it and glared back “Who are you looking at?” The llama looked Joel in the eyes and made a spitting sound in its throat. Joel was practically vibrating with furry. A sword appeared in Joel’s hand and he kicked the llama off the roof.
“Pizza! No!” Scar cried, running to the edge of the roof and looking down. Pizza was gone.
“Oops,” Grian muttered.
“Joel!” Jimmy started.
“It looked at me funny.” Joel shrugged.
Scar slowly looked back up at the others, alarm on his face. They stared at each other, then Scar reached into his cloak and downed an invis potion.
“Wait, no, no! Don’t-” Jimmy protested, lunging forwards to grab him but his arms reached through empty air.
“Where did he go?” Joel said, looking around.
“The Window!” Grian chimed in. Jimmy looked up intime to see invis particles by the widow. They all rushed to the window and climbed inside. Looking around frantically for more particles. Nothing. He ran out into the hall and scrambled to a halt. Another evoker looked up from the book they were reading a question in their eyes, their own totem standing by their elbow.
“Good morning Jimmy… you seem to be in a rush.”
“Ah- ah, yeah, you know, got a lot to do and all. Very bussy you know. Just… see ya-” Jimmy stammered, cutting himself off as he rushed past and into the first vacant room he came across, a broom closet, closing the door behind him and bracing it shut with a barrel.
Grian took the lantern from the wall and lit it, the light slowly growing, illuminating his golden features from underneath giving him an ominous appearance.
“This is bad, this is bad, this is very bad. What do we do, he could be anywhere,” Jimmy said
Grian shrugged.
We don’t do anything.” Joel floated through the wall hovering over their heads as if he was lounging lengthwise on an invisible couch.
“We can’t just let him wander around the mansion, someone is going to find him,” Jimmy hissed.
Joel laughed “So? Why do we care?”
“I- I- I don’t know, I don’t like the idea of more people dying, it’s not his fault, we need to do something, I-”
“Then we’ll look for him,” Grian said.
Jimmy faltered and stared at Grian.
“You just keep doing what you're supposed to be doing and Me Joel and your other vexes will look for Scar.”
Jimmy let out a sigh of relief, of course, Grian and Joel could be annoying but they had his back, they always did.