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Sender: Otto Octavius
To: Everyone

To everyone walking around with one of these miserable little notebooks, disregard the request on the Dream Board pertaining to the riverside warehouse. You have no business there, and nothing found in the rubble is yours to keep. I will clean the place up and restore it myself.

To whoever took my welding setup, bring it back this instant.

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[For those curious, Otto can indeed be found either just outside the warehouse, or in the main hall. What with the smudges and stains of dirt all over his face and clothing, it's clear he hasn't taken the time to clean himself up after a whole month of lifeless dangling within the 'Smelly Bogs Prison Tree'. There's no point to it now. He's just going to get filthy all over again. Rubble is being shifted with the aid of his mechanical tentacle limbs, and it's all being accompanied with some impatient tisks and huffs as he realizes just how little of the warehouse can be salvaged.

There's still one or two boobytraps around, which he's only barely taking into account at the moment and are bound to lead to hijinks if he gets distracted.]

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[That is an infuriatingly vague answer. Process? What process? Why is it even any of this guy's business? He should just leave so Otto can keep working without further interruption.

When the hand is raised and red sparks are born, Otto's features contort with disgust. What is it now? He doesn't like magic- he doesn't respect it. It's the lazy man's way out. It undermines all the hard work done by brilliant minds. It's cheating. So really, nothing that can come from this is good, in his opinion.]

What are you doing?

[He lets out a mildly annoyed breath at the interruption to his concentration, but:]

Getting your welder.

[A red-orange light glows in his eyes, and those sparks begin to coalesce into the shape of a familiar machine in the open space. This thing is... more complicated than what he usually copies at once, but he's determined to finish now that he's given his word. His mouth sets into a line as he puts more energy into the process, and finally, the light disperses into crackles, leaving behind an exact copy of the welding equipment Otto himself built, down to every scrape and dent.

At that same moment, a spark of that magic cracks back towards Ferran, and he visibly flinches.]

Gah—

[Shaky from exertion and the recoil, he leans forward and supports himself with his hands on his knees, taking uneven breaths.]

[Otto waits and watches, still full of skepticism and distrust. When the familiar shape takes form and the light disperses with a crack, those feelings culminate in disbelief. That... That can't be right. Was that teleportation? Was the welder taken straight from the thief's home? (If so, Otto would've loved to have seen the look on Sholmes's face.) Or is it just some shoddy imitation, set to explode?

He takes note that Ferran's not in the best state, perhaps even struggling to stay upright, but doesn't do anything about it. He never asked the man to do... whatever he just did.]

That wasn't dreamotion, was it?

[Ferran doesn't expect any assistance; he knew what he was getting into when he offered.]

No.

[Even now, after he's managed some success with dreamotion, he has little interest in the potential there. As if it would ruin you any more than you've already ruined yourself, a familiar voice tells him, though he ignores it.

He does finally manage to straighten up after a few more breaths, though, attempting to put his hair back in place.]

I can duplicate most objects I see. [He looks the setup over, though he doesn't need any confirmation that his abilities are working as intended.] Whoever took your welder didn't take it apart, at least.

[Otto just stares at the machine. Duplicate, indeed. It looks exactly the same- at least on the outside. But then, it's still just a copy. It's not quite his welding setup, is it? Figures.

There's a very strange implication to Ferran's words that he questions instead.]

You duplicated it as it is right now? In this very moment?

[Ferran's not unused to the idea of explaining his powers, and answers easily. After he took so long to figure out what he could do and how, he's committed every detail to memory.]

Right. If it wasn't all together, I could have gotten you the pieces, but it's more convenient this way. Easier to take something apart than put it together, you know.

[...... hm.]

Why?

[The query makes him feel as if he's being called out on his ignorance, even when that's clearly not the case. Ugh...]

I'd just assumed that if you're duplicating something you've seen, you would duplicate it from memory. As it was back then. [He scoffs quietly.] I should have known better than to try and make sense of magic.

Hmm.

[Is that really the only reason he asked, curiosity? ... Ferran is a terrible judge of these things at times, and the only reason he's suspect at all is because Octavius has just made it that obvious that he's someone who isn't the most trustworthy.

He sets it aside for now, taking it at face value.]

Well, don't let it get to you. It took months of constant practice to start figuring out the rules of the two things I can do back home, and that was with it being shoved into my brain. [He glances to the man's mechanical limbs.] I'm sure it was a learning experience with those arms, right? Controlling a brand new part of yourself.

It wasn't.

[The statement is immediate and blunt. He doesn't like assumptions being made, and he definitely doesn't appreciate someone trying to relate to him by comparing his technology to magic. Two of the limbs snap their jaws, sticking close to Otto's shoulders.]

I designed them myself. I know exactly what they can or cannot do.

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