Timestamp: 4th of Fall, 509 AV
Location: Shelter #159, Zeltiva outskirts
Purpose: Cleaning house, Summoning & Glyphing practice
Voco made his way down the main corridor of what he had claimed as his home for the time being. An ancient pre-Valterrian structure, an Alehean evacuation shelter, which was also the location he woke up in without the majority of his memories nearly two months ago. He had woken up in a room filled with gore. Finely cut and diced remains of two humans, from what he could tell. If the Pycon had a stomach and gag reflex, he was sure he would not be able to enter the room. Thankfully he did not.
The door remained closed. He still could not open it on his own, though he had been considering various methods to go about the task. He imagined he would have to hire someone within Zeltiva to design some sort of apparatus that would allow him to do so. For the time being though, he could simply squeeze under the very tight framing of the door. Before he did that, the Pycon stopped at the door and looked at the base of it.
In front of the door, on the floor of the corridor and stretching from one wall to the other, was a line of Glyphs. Glyphs he had drawn, in his own particular manner, using fine lines drawn with clay from his own body. It was a simple structure, a barrier in a vauge sense, tied to a simple focus and trigger. Designed after an apprentice's exercise, one meant to preserve items like books, he had instead sealed the room from decay. Or atleast Voco hoped he had managed to do such, in the least staving off rot and putrification.
The first thing he did was place both of his hands on two Glyphs that were on either side of the focus, horizontal to the door. Glyphs, that in his mind represented Akajia and Aquiras. Goddess of Secrets, and God of Doors, respectively. They were also two of the three gods he would speak prayers to. He often used them and Qalaya in his rituals and work. "Akajia, praise to you for keeping this door secret, and its contents unknown to the outside world. Aquiras, I thank you for keeping this door secure, for allowing no travel to disturb its contents." The Pycon then consciously absorbed the clay that made the two Glyphs.
After that, Voco turned his gaze to the trigger. A simple affair, but required to safely release the pressure that had built up against barrier. He placed his hand on the small Glyph and then absorbed it, thus releasing the Djed stored within the barrier and focus. Then it was a simple manner of being tidy and cleaning up the rest of the Glyphs, though they no longer served any purpose. Once that was done, the Pycon formed an image in his mind and then willed his body flat. Flatter, even flatter still. Flat enough so that it no longer resembled any normal moving form, and squirmed its way underneath the door. He then slowly rebuilt his form from his mind's image, building the clay upwards. Features, though dull and plain formed, and his hands with their fine dexterous fingers were the last to be created. Voco wiggled the fingers once formed, and then surveyed the bloody carnage that was still present in what he had taken to calling "The Test Chamber".