Schooled (part 22)
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Mr Zoat
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23rd September 2013
00:20 GMT
I can't sleep.
I sit up in bed, pushing the duvet off me. And I close my eyes for a moment to feel the mood of the house. Dad's asleep, thank God. I know he was worried about how my first day would go… Honestly, I was in a Justice League base. I was safer there than here. Tibbet the Brownie is using the magical silent vacuum cleaner to tidy up the living room. None of my mentors are lurking anywhere, which…
I kind of feel that they were trying to throw me in the deep end. Total immersion learning, like going to France to learn French. And it didn't kill me or anything, but I feel a lot better about having an actual structure to learning magic. Having an actual mentor who can set homework and check that I'm doing things right and safely. A carousel of weirdos in trench coats who turn up for a day or two a month isn't what I want.
So what is it? Left over excitement? A bit, but they'll all be there for our next lesson. Apprehension? Molly's going to want to know everything. But given what we had to do to keep the Anti-Life off a few streets-.
Wait a second.
I wave my right hand, and my mirror shoots from one side of my room to the other, leaning against the opposite wall like it had never been anywhere else. Shaking my head, I get out of bed.
There's a knock on the inside of the mirror, but it's muffled.
I slide on my slippers, pull a little starlight down from the night sky through my bedroom window and walk across the room.
Inside the mirror, Toyman prods its surface with… Something that looks like the wire loop from a wire maze game.
I frown at him. "Why are you here?"
He says something, but it's backwards and upside down and I can't understand it. Hm. Well, Tibbet didn't react to him being in my house, so he probably doesn't mean me any harm. I-.
What's he doing?
He's gotten a pair of mirror shades out of one of his pockets, and he's holding it up and turning around…
"Did you copy that from Mirror Master?"
Toyman is still talking nonsense, but the little Toyman in the reflected reflection is talking normally. Just quietly, because he's not very big.
"No. Mirrors contain the reflections of things. There's not as much difference between a reflection of a thing and the whole of the thing as people think."
"Will you let me out, great sorcerer?"
"I don't know. Sneaking into my room in the middle of the night's a bit weird."
"You were not asleep."
"That doesn't make it less weird." But it's not nice to keep someone in a mirror if they're not actually attacking me. Other mirror…
I walk over to my cupboard and open it, revealing the mirror on the side of the door. Angle it so that I can see the wall mirror, then stick my arm in and pull.
I step back as Toyman falls onto the floor.
"So?"
He sort of looks around, coughs, then jumps up. "How did you know where I was?"
I shrug. The full answer would be something like 'weird old men threw magic at me until I could just feel everything' but… Do Japanese martial arts master actually blindfold people and do stuff like that?
"Magic."
He frowns and opens his coat… Where he's got a lot of strips of paper with Japanese writing on them. I don't speak any Japanese, but there's a tiny amount of magic…
"I thought these would protect me."
"Why? They're just paper."
"I copied them perfectly."
"Unless you've made a deal with some sort of calligraphy spirit, that isn't enough to make them work. You need to actually imbue them with magic."
"Oh." He lets his cloak fall shut. "I thought that part was just trade protection."
"If you drew them perfectly and left them in a shrine for a few years, then they might start to work."
"How is your vacuum moving on its own?"
"It's not. Tibbet just didn't want you to see him." I should be asleep, I've got school tomor-. Today. But he comes from Japan. I can't just kick him out. "Look, we've got a spare room. Do you want to sleep here, and go home tomorrow?"
"It is already tomorrow in Japan."
"It's already tomorrow here. Shouldn't you be more tired than me?"
"I have drunk seventeen cans of energy drink. I will not sleep for two days."
His aura does seem a bit… Wobbly, as he walks over to the window and looks out.
"We should fight crime."
"I don't know if that's a good idea."
He turns back to me. "You don't fight crime?"
"Not really." I shrug. "I've only just started learning how to use magic properly. I've never fought anything that I didn't take by surprise. You?"
"I spend most of my time in a workshop. The Anti-Life granted me freedom to do what I like for the first time I can remember."
I smile. "Maybe I should introduce you to Molly. After school."
"And now?"
I don't feel even slightly tired. I could make myself go to sleep, but it wouldn't be hard to just push my tiredness into other people…
"I suppose it won't hurt to walk around for a bit." I click my fingers, and my pyjamas swap places with my messing around clothes. And then I give the star its light back. "Come on."
"No robes? Or a suit, like Mister Zatara?"
"No." I give the sound from our footsteps for the next hour to any fey that wants it, and walk silently towards my bedroom door. "I didn't get into many fights, and I didn't know how to make anything that would help with the fights I did get into."
"I haven't been in any fights at all."
I lead the way down the stairs, heading towards the kitchen. "Really?"
"I make robots. I have to stay in my command centre, otherwise I wouldn't be able to control them properly. But I want to."
I frown. "Why?"
"I want to make friends. I can't make real friends from behind a computer screen."
"Okay." I open the bread bin and take out the bag of loaf heels. "I suppose fighting with people could help with that." I walk towards the back door.
"Why do you have bread?"
"To pay for information. Stool pigeons love bread."
00:20 GMT
I can't sleep.
I sit up in bed, pushing the duvet off me. And I close my eyes for a moment to feel the mood of the house. Dad's asleep, thank God. I know he was worried about how my first day would go… Honestly, I was in a Justice League base. I was safer there than here. Tibbet the Brownie is using the magical silent vacuum cleaner to tidy up the living room. None of my mentors are lurking anywhere, which…
I kind of feel that they were trying to throw me in the deep end. Total immersion learning, like going to France to learn French. And it didn't kill me or anything, but I feel a lot better about having an actual structure to learning magic. Having an actual mentor who can set homework and check that I'm doing things right and safely. A carousel of weirdos in trench coats who turn up for a day or two a month isn't what I want.
So what is it? Left over excitement? A bit, but they'll all be there for our next lesson. Apprehension? Molly's going to want to know everything. But given what we had to do to keep the Anti-Life off a few streets-.
Wait a second.
I wave my right hand, and my mirror shoots from one side of my room to the other, leaning against the opposite wall like it had never been anywhere else. Shaking my head, I get out of bed.
There's a knock on the inside of the mirror, but it's muffled.
I slide on my slippers, pull a little starlight down from the night sky through my bedroom window and walk across the room.
Inside the mirror, Toyman prods its surface with… Something that looks like the wire loop from a wire maze game.
I frown at him. "Why are you here?"
He says something, but it's backwards and upside down and I can't understand it. Hm. Well, Tibbet didn't react to him being in my house, so he probably doesn't mean me any harm. I-.
What's he doing?
He's gotten a pair of mirror shades out of one of his pockets, and he's holding it up and turning around…
"Did you copy that from Mirror Master?"
Toyman is still talking nonsense, but the little Toyman in the reflected reflection is talking normally. Just quietly, because he's not very big.
"No. Mirrors contain the reflections of things. There's not as much difference between a reflection of a thing and the whole of the thing as people think."
"Will you let me out, great sorcerer?"
"I don't know. Sneaking into my room in the middle of the night's a bit weird."
"You were not asleep."
"That doesn't make it less weird." But it's not nice to keep someone in a mirror if they're not actually attacking me. Other mirror…
I walk over to my cupboard and open it, revealing the mirror on the side of the door. Angle it so that I can see the wall mirror, then stick my arm in and pull.
I step back as Toyman falls onto the floor.
"So?"
He sort of looks around, coughs, then jumps up. "How did you know where I was?"
I shrug. The full answer would be something like 'weird old men threw magic at me until I could just feel everything' but… Do Japanese martial arts master actually blindfold people and do stuff like that?
"Magic."
He frowns and opens his coat… Where he's got a lot of strips of paper with Japanese writing on them. I don't speak any Japanese, but there's a tiny amount of magic…
"I thought these would protect me."
"Why? They're just paper."
"I copied them perfectly."
"Unless you've made a deal with some sort of calligraphy spirit, that isn't enough to make them work. You need to actually imbue them with magic."
"Oh." He lets his cloak fall shut. "I thought that part was just trade protection."
"If you drew them perfectly and left them in a shrine for a few years, then they might start to work."
"How is your vacuum moving on its own?"
"It's not. Tibbet just didn't want you to see him." I should be asleep, I've got school tomor-. Today. But he comes from Japan. I can't just kick him out. "Look, we've got a spare room. Do you want to sleep here, and go home tomorrow?"
"It is already tomorrow in Japan."
"It's already tomorrow here. Shouldn't you be more tired than me?"
"I have drunk seventeen cans of energy drink. I will not sleep for two days."
His aura does seem a bit… Wobbly, as he walks over to the window and looks out.
"We should fight crime."
"I don't know if that's a good idea."
He turns back to me. "You don't fight crime?"
"Not really." I shrug. "I've only just started learning how to use magic properly. I've never fought anything that I didn't take by surprise. You?"
"I spend most of my time in a workshop. The Anti-Life granted me freedom to do what I like for the first time I can remember."
I smile. "Maybe I should introduce you to Molly. After school."
"And now?"
I don't feel even slightly tired. I could make myself go to sleep, but it wouldn't be hard to just push my tiredness into other people…
"I suppose it won't hurt to walk around for a bit." I click my fingers, and my pyjamas swap places with my messing around clothes. And then I give the star its light back. "Come on."
"No robes? Or a suit, like Mister Zatara?"
"No." I give the sound from our footsteps for the next hour to any fey that wants it, and walk silently towards my bedroom door. "I didn't get into many fights, and I didn't know how to make anything that would help with the fights I did get into."
"I haven't been in any fights at all."
I lead the way down the stairs, heading towards the kitchen. "Really?"
"I make robots. I have to stay in my command centre, otherwise I wouldn't be able to control them properly. But I want to."
I frown. "Why?"
"I want to make friends. I can't make real friends from behind a computer screen."
"Okay." I open the bread bin and take out the bag of loaf heels. "I suppose fighting with people could help with that." I walk towards the back door.
"Why do you have bread?"
"To pay for information. Stool pigeons love bread."
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