Private Finished Mysteries Past, Mysteries Present

James would appear from darkness, right outside the office, he'd been considering reaching out to her. A teacher dealing with artifacts and magical history, after two years of being here he wanted to finally track down some answers.

Knocking on the door he'd open it and poke his head in, she'd get a glimpse of fading darkness from his teleport. "Hello ma'am," he'd say, stepping fully into the room, closing the door behind him, "I hope I'm not interrupting anything but...well...I wanted to talk, simple as that."

Pulling the box cube from his pocket he'd he'd roll it between his fingers a bit. "My name's James Logan, I heard about the areas you specialize in, magic artifacts and such, its...something I've been interested in for a long time now."

Her scanning ability would pick up on a few things, for James it would pick up that he was vaguely fae and has a noticeably large amount of shadow magic in him, with the cube she'd pick up on the containment spell that once held sway over it.

Taking the seat, he'd hum in thought for just a moment, "well.....a few years back...I stumbled onto this," he'd say, setting the small cube on her desk, she'd be able to see the carvings in it, an incredibly ancient language and magic system, she'd perhaps only notice a few things similar to other ancient languages. "It held...well..this," he'd sprout a shadow tentacle and gesture to it, "or at least the entity that grants this power, a shadow being that latched onto me when I touched the box."

He'd explain it all relatively calmly, it was all just a part of his life anymore, "the school has never really been able to figure out where it came from, and neither has anyone at the museum, I work there. So, I thought perhaps you could take a look."

"I'm afraid there isn't much for me to tell," he'd say as they discussed the cube, "I found it in an abandoned home it my old city, it was just sitting on a shelf." That was all true, though he did leave out information about him being an ex-thief and many other unpleasant details he didn't like sharing.

Pulling out a folded piece of paper, he'd slide it to her, "I did write down its address and the name of the city if you wanted to take a look, school found the owner died years ago, he collected art and artifacts, the cube was forgotten I guess." She'd find many unpleasant things about his old city, it was a hellish place with a large homeless population and a scary high crime rate.

"I work part time there," he'd say with a small smile, "mostly helping with paperwork and organize things, a few have helped with research a little, but I have school so I can't really dive in to deep into the long term stuff since my time there is always limited." He did love the museum, learning the magical history of the world, something most thought was myth.

He'd give a smile, the box came with unpleasant memories so it was nice to move onto more pleasant matters. "It is something I want to go into, I love the museum, love learning about the magical world," he'd hum in thought, "it's all like a world between the cracks, all the secrets the rest of world doesn't know about."

"I'll admit I'm...behind on school, I didn't get to go to school before coming here," more unpleasant memories but it was things she needed to know, "I've been here around two years though so I'm catching up," he was clever, bit it would take time.

James would raise an eyebrow at the typing and the paper but remained silent, he'd ask about it later. Shadow wanted to know now, but James mentally told him to be patient, and reassured him that the teacher would be willing to help.

"Sumer," he'd say without hesitation, "we know so little of them, but the roots of much started with them." He'd read about them whenever he could, "the deluge, the world before it, magic there, from their gods, we know so little about it, it's an entire section of magical history that's been most untapped."

Looking to the cube, he'd tap his finger on it, "when I first went to the museum I saw a few Sumerian artifacts and they felt.....familiar, to Shadow, to me, not enough to be what we're looking for, but as close as we've ever seen." He'd look at her, "I don't where he came from...don't know where I came from....after two years on this island....we're ready for answers, we don't want to live in ignorance about our own existence anymore."