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David searched the Tibetan store for some kerosene. His helicopter had landed a few miles away and it needed fuel.
He wasn't sure how the fuck he had ended up it Tibet, since he had started in Paris and had only flown for an hour, but he was here now. He had to find some aviation kerosene before he could get back in the air.
He had found a small village general store a few miles away. He doubted that it sold aviation kerosene but he had to try.
Searching the shelves, David found a large barrel landed 'aviation kerosene'. It was also in english.
So that was lucky.
Using the dolly he had brought from the helicopter, the dolly moving boxes kind not the dolly child you kind, David moved the barrel towards the front counter.
"Hello, I would like to buy this." David said to the man.
The short bald man at the counter tilted his head in confusion, obviously not understanding english. David pulled out his wallet and gave the man a few 50 euro bills.
The man seemed to understand as he took the money, placing it in the box he had on the counter.
Before David could leave, the man grabbed a box from under the counter and handed it to David.
"Um… alright then." David handed the man a few 20 euro bills and went on his way, not wanting to bother trying to say no with the language barrier.
After a long walk back to the helicopter, David managed to refuel and get into the air, placing the box he had gained on the seat next to him.
David somehow flew from Tibet back to Paris in less than an hour, which again makes so sense but whatever.
After a quick talk with air traffic control, where he had to explain that he had somehow just flew in from Tibet, they eventually deciding it must have been an akuma and let David land.
After a quick car ride home he collapsed on a beanbag chair in his store, tossing the box down beside him. David pulled his book out of his bag and started reading.
David owned a book shop across from the Dupain-Cheng Bakery. The shop itself never made any money, he had invested shares into now successful companies and made himself a millionaire.
Owning a bookstore in Paris was his dream and he had succeeded. Life was good.
After a few hours, David remembered the box he had bought back in Tibet.
Placing the book down, he picked up the box, placing it in his lap. It was a simple brown box with leather covers on the side .
The front had numerous small drawers, simple wooden stubs as handles to show where the drawers were.
Opening one, David found a large amount of cobwebs. Inside the cobwebs, there was a single earring. It was in the shape of an owl spreading its wings out. It looked pretty cool.
Luckily, David had gotten his left ear pierced last month and the earing seemed to be not too large for his ear.
Putting the earing on, David noticed a bright light shine from it. His peripherals were filled with a brown light.
Suddenly the light started moving around, almost as if it was alive. It was a small ball of brown light that quickly zipped around David's body.
The light started to die down as a form started to emerge from the light. A small creature with a large head appeared where the light used to be.
"Hello David," the creature said, "I am Hoott. Pleasure to make your acquaintance."
The creature was bird-like. It had small wings which it flapped, even if they obviously weren't big enough to fly with, and small talons in the bottom of it's body. It also seemed to have feathers.
"Um, hi." David said hesitantly, "What are you? And how do you know my name?"
"Well, I am a kwami. Specifically, the kwami of knowledge. I gain any knowledge I need or want at a moment's notice. It's quite useful."
He sounded British. Why did the magical creature from Tibetan jewelry sound British?
"Ok, so why did you appear when I put on this earring?" David asked.
"That is my miraculous, a magical piece of jewelry that is my home. If you say the magical words, you can use my powers. It will however cause you to change your clothing into something that may look like an owl superhero."
"I see, is there any way to do it without transforming?"
"You could always simply ask me a question, but if you need a complicated answer, sometimes it is best if it goes directly into your brain."
"I see."
The more David thought about it, the more familiar this seemed. He had heard about miraculous somewhere before. He couldn't think of where-
Oh right, Hawkmoth.
"So, is this the same kind of stuff with Ladybug and Chat Noir or what?"
"Yes, Ladybug holds a separate set of miraculous. We call that miracle box 'The Box of Creation and Destruction' because of the ladybug and black cat miraculous."
"I see, so what is this box called then?" David asked.
A sad look appeared on the face of the kwami, "We are called 'The Box of Rejects' we were not deemed worthy to be placed with any other set so they put us all together."
"But your power is so good!" David exclaimed, "Why were you placed in the reject box?"
"The reason is complicated and full of many ancient laws. But, I am here now."
"I see."
"So, master, what is your first question of me?"
"Master?" David hadn't expected this.
"Yes, you are my master and I am your servant, this is how the miraculous work."
"Cool. So I lost my keychain a month ago, I really liked it. Where did I put it?"
The kwami blinked, "Most of my masters ask how to gain powers or money, this is most interesting."
"Ya, I'm already living my dream so I don't need much. Now, where's that keychain?"
Hoott laughed, "It is in the top drawer in your bathroom, master."
"Awesome thanks."
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Hoott watched as the man called David exited the room full of books and went upstairs to his apartment to grab his keychain.
This man was interesting. He had no I great in money or power, only comfort.
While Hoott could easily gain the knoledge of how this master would treat him, he didn't think he had to.
Hoott already knew he would like it here