5. Voice. Cellphone.

[flamberge]

[Hello Network! It's your favorite not!teacher, Mr. Locke, here with a very, very pressing inquiry.]

How might plastic protect against magic?

[No really. He wants to know. Someone please explain how this works because he has no idea.]

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[Audio]

[flamberge]

[Maybe a teeny smirk coupled with an amused hmm come at that reference. Terrible books that have somehow become a craze. Picked it up once, read a few pages and regretted wasting those 5 minutes. He'll take a detailed book on isotopes any day.]

Were you to potentially become one of those kinds of werewolves, I'm afraid I would be left with little choice but to invest in silver bullets.

[Silver bullets are as far as his knowledge of werewolves goes. Whether they would work in that scenario, who knows, but allowing Lyall to suffer such a fate would be unthinkable.]

So then, you would be one of the former, lacking the power to control it?

[professorwolf]

[There's a pause on the other end, as here comes a pulse. Just a little one, though it does make Lyall wince.]

Ah. I'd rather you didn't. Apparently they might actually work. -- But, er, as far as right now, I have no control over the change. Given some of the visions I've had, however, the other fellow could, so it's entirely possible that I might gain that ability.

[flamberge]

[Lyall's comment gains a moment of silence from Richard's end. Pulse or no pulse, he hadn't been serious.]

That had been a joke.

[...Were his jokes really that terrible...? All signs point to yes. Sigh.]

An ability preferably gained sooner rather than later, though the possibility you may gain it is comforting in and of itself.

[professorwolf]

I know, I'm sorry. Just got another of those pulses. The other fellow just decided to share with me that they have bullets made specifically for werewolves and vampires, wherever he's from. It just hit me a bit off, is all. No offense actually taken.

[He shakes his head, not that Richard can see it, and then sighs himself, which Richard can pick up just fine.]

It is comforting, though, to think I'll get some kind of control eventually. And it could be useful. Who would think that shaggy yellow dog wandering around could actually understand what you're saying, after all?

[flamberge]

If it's of any solace, those bullets are unlikely to exist in this world.

[He does hear that sigh and somewhat pities Lyall. Bullets were bad enough on their own; special bullets had to be something out of a nightmare.]

It would be an effective spying method, so long as you avoid the sniffer dogs.

[professorwolf]

Which I most certainly would do. I would much rather they only suspect half of me. I have yet to get a good whiff of those dogs, honestly, though I'd like one. I've been attempting to be careful.

[He knows what would happen with Bakura if something happened to him, and he certainly doesn't want to leave his parents alone in a world that has aliens and werewolves in it.]

[flamberge]

No, exercising caution. If you get too close as you are, you may end up arrested, however they may not be as likely to arrest a dog.

[Maybe how rational Lyall is is something Richard admires about the man. Someone less so may have long since gotten to close and gotten arrested.]

[professorwolf]

[It helps being over thirty and generally cautious by nature, but yeah, he's trying not to court trouble....]

Agreed. I only wish that particular pulse would happen sooner than later, so that perhaps I could be of a bit more use.

[flamberge]

You are already useful in your role as an educator.

[Really, there's little more noble and important than a teacher. Hard as hell of a job, too.]

[professorwolf]

[Lyall chuckles.]

Spoken like a true teacher.

[Though admittedly, not many teachers actually said it that way, even if at least most of them believed it.]