Pffft.
"What's that? Some sort of alchemical-?"
Heh, same line of thought, eh, OL? Reasonable assumption, too.
"Nah." He studies the pattern, then sprays again.
Pffft.
What, a bit shimmery is it? Hopefully safe to be spritzing about, I hope?
"No point in coming up with something new when there's already something that does the job. This is holy water. And a tiny bit of thaumically inert dye."
"Wouldn't that only work on demon magic?"
Ah, I take it the holy water evaporates
oddly when it hits the right kind of mystical energies?
"Turns out? No. There's a weak interaction with any kind of magic, it's just not as noticeable. That's why I'm watching carefully. You didn't find anything?"
I shrug. "Nothing on scans. Not that that means much if they just had the sense to put the warding runes inside the bricks or something like that."
'Less noticeable' than the typical sort of 'instantaneous boiling hiss' Hollywood depicts it as having? And I see OL is still having difficulties with weak magical effect detection, eh.
Pffft.
"What about that 'feed me' thing you do with the Ophidian? Oh, and I'd just wanna say? Naming your attacks? Not what I expected from you."
Not really naming attacks if it's a clear vocal command to the Ring. Be glad the Green Lanterns don't do that kind of thing.
"I've done that from the start." He looks over to me, raising his eyebrows. "I just didn't say it out loud. 'cause it… Sounded a little…"
I look away awkwardly.
Besides, warning your opponent of what's coming is kind of a bad idea. This isn't anime, where calling an attack narratively forces your target to stand there and take it.
"I called that thing Flash does where he runs around the world at full speed and then punches something 'the Infinite Mass Punch'."
"Is it?"
Depends. How close does he get to light speed? Because while he can kind of sidestep the effects of speed, his hand is still regular bone.
"…no..?" He looks confused. "'Infinite-'? How would that even work?"
"Look, my Secondary School didn't even do physics as a separate subject. I know that speed changes the rate that time passes, but anything beyond that…"
Relativistic effects are kind of tricky to work out. People still argue them today.
"Super speed can't work without changing how normal physics affects us. Escape velocity isn't even all that fast, but we never start flying."
"I realised that when I found out that you only pass as much waste matter as a normal-."
Okay, too much information. Which makes the
apparent lack of speed force even more bizarre, as
something has to be handling that stuff... I guess the Source just likes guys who run fast, maybe.
"Dude!"
I short with amusement.
Ah,
teenagers. One second, they're discussing physics conundrums, the next they're getting freaked out by the mention of bodily functions.
"So yeah, an affect of running that fast would be to increase his mass, except it doesn't, because super speed. The-." He looks me in the eye for a moment. "Okay, simple version? The universe treats it has having normal mass for some things and… Very high mass for others, and other times it kind of splits the difference."
"With you so far. What does the Flash call it?"
So he basically builds up sort of a 'bubble' of speed/mass interaction, and hits people with
that.
"He calls it 'hitting stuff really hard'. Which it, you know, does."
We leave the storage room, heading down the subterranean corridor towards the… Back-up generator room.
I'm guessing they started on the top floor and worked their way down.
Pffft.
"Did you ever name your own attacks?"
I mean, teenage superhero. Surely the temptation would be there. Probably not as much as someone with energy-blasting powers, but...
"I… Tried. It didn't work out."
"Oh?"
Hey, things don't always work out how you'd expect.
"Uhhr. You know… How I can't move through stuff like Flash does?"
"Yes? Ooh, I could make you some phasing armour, if you want?"
Some versions of Kid Flash
could phase through matter, but not
safely. Think 'explosive dismantling' by way of vibrations.
"Uuh..? No. Thanks, but that stuff doesn't always interact with super speed like it's supposed to. That whole 'physics work in our favour' thing only works with the super speed."
"Bad experience?"
Guessing one of those 'his speed doesn't affect someone else for random reason' moments.
"One time I gave a guy really bad road rash. He had it coming, but… Freaked me out at the time. Freaked Mom out more."
Pffft.
It could have been worse. You could have
ground them down to pulp entirely on the road/wall/whatever. At least you
stopped.
"Do wizards mess around with computer games a whole lot? Can we narrow it down?"
"It's more… They don't, but I ran through the theory of what a glamour-based virtual world would be like, and I realised that it would be pretty easy to Rip Van Winkle thousands of people. With games that involved, people already think of the setting as being 'real' on some level, which makes it painfully easy for the fae to entrance people."
Though I could imagine some company thinking 'oh wow, we could debut the ultimate form of
immersion!'
"Has it happened before?"
"No, and if I understand their mindset properly, they'd basically have to do it by accident, then realise what they'd done, then have something they wanted to do that involved them doing it a lot. It's pretty unlikely, but it would be really bad if it happened."
And really, some nutter of a techno-mage would work it out sooner or later.
He nods. "Anyone else?"
"Doing magic through electronics is hard, especially-" I point to a small shrine to Hephaestaean attached to the wall. "-with Hephastaean taking even a little interest. Having absorbed the nascent elemental of technology, there isn't really any other source of knowledge on how to adapt existing techniques. Unless…"
Heh. A nice little reminder of how things are changing on this Earth.
Wallace raises his eyebrows. "Unless..?"
"Well, there's no reason why someone else couldn't have realised what was going on with that and have started work on it before its merger with Hepheastus. I just don't know of anyone who did, other than Richard Simpson."
Ah,
him. Yeah, ultimately, it seems like he'd be the likely culprit, being exactly the sort of nutter techno-mage demon I mentioned.
"Richard Simpson, who was in the Tower of Fate and who's been missing since you dealt with John Quinn."
"Yes, but I don't see why this would be him. It's kind of low hanging fruit. He's a reasonably powerful demon."
Maybe he's trying to be sneaky? Either out of a desire not to get caught, or out of some depowered necessity.
Pffft.
We walk into-.
"Oh, hey Rob."
Well, he was around here somewhere. I'm guessing he skipped the room-by-room check in favour of more cerebral methods.
Richard's smiling smugly. I've almost missed that. "Hey guys. Find anything?"
Wallace shrugs, shaking his head. "No magic reaction so far. Oh El can't pick up anything either. … Youuuuuu already know where he is, don't you?"
Let me guess, Detective-man junior has it all worked out?
"Yeah. Just a matter of looking at the power distribution, throughput and waste heat to work out where the missing room is. I'd worked out it was Richard Simpson, too, but you eventually caught up with me there."
I sigh in mock-frustration and his smile broadens. "Where?"
Ah, smug Robin is just a
peach.
He points to a bare wall. I generate a crumbler ram construct and gently apply it, erasing plaster, concrete and brick before breaking through into a…
A man cave.
Hoo boy. Hopefully without the stereotypical 'piss bottles'. I shudder to imagine what a techno-demon would fill them with...
Three large screens, a gaming rig, half-empty bags of snack food, and Simpson in spiky energy demon mode is staring at the hole, cringing slightly at the sight of us.
"I just like gaming, alright?"
I approve of his set-up, barring the half-empty bags (finish one before you open another, jackass!) Just not the method he no doubt used to acquire it.

...And a spiteful spritz of holy water from Kid Flash. I can literally
see the animated moment and his grumpy frown.