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Morty knows he shouldn't be screwing around with multidimensional shit. It's dangerous, it's impractical, it's blah blah blah. But it's a potential key to unlimited energy, how does nobody see that? He's built a dimensional siphon (it kind of looks like a cardboard box with a funnel and a TI-84 taped to it, but it damn well works), keyed in the dimensional coordinates to a random plane, and by God he's going to use it.
He flips the switch and waits for the energy bar to fill up.
It does! It fills up very rapidly. Then it explodes, along with the box. There's rather more smoke than there should be, and once the smoke clears someone is standing there.
"Oh dear," Morty says faintly.
Flicker at Whateley
point_b
"Do you want me to put you somewhere else, then?" asks Bella, peering with mild curiosity at the blade-forging process.
in-like-a-lion
"Nah, it's cool, just- warning you she's not really going to be very human, in case you got freaked out by robot-ladies."
The blade-forging process currently involves Sally and the blade glowing with a multicolored corona that crackles violently and has unpleasant effects on nearby dust specks. She begins whirling it over her head, still not exhibiting any facial expression.
The blade-forging process currently involves Sally and the blade glowing with a multicolored corona that crackles violently and has unpleasant effects on nearby dust specks. She begins whirling it over her head, still not exhibiting any facial expression.
point_b
"It's kind of cool, but I'm a little too tired to fully appreciate the, uh, fireworks. I'll see you tomorrow."
Pop.
Zzzzzz.
The east-facing window sees Bella out of bed at around seven-thirty in the morning, which seems to her like a pretty reasonable time. She twines Alli - quietly - while she gets herself an omelet and a cinnamon roll and some Canadian bacon and a big glass of orange juice for breakfast. Till she spots a familiar face.
"Oh hey, it's you," she says to Morty. "Hang on, Alli - Hi! I thought you might find your conscience eased to know that I am actually pretty pleased about being here and I have enrolled and am going to learn magic and so on."
Pop.
Zzzzzz.
The east-facing window sees Bella out of bed at around seven-thirty in the morning, which seems to her like a pretty reasonable time. She twines Alli - quietly - while she gets herself an omelet and a cinnamon roll and some Canadian bacon and a big glass of orange juice for breakfast. Till she spots a familiar face.
"Oh hey, it's you," she says to Morty. "Hang on, Alli - Hi! I thought you might find your conscience eased to know that I am actually pretty pleased about being here and I have enrolled and am going to learn magic and so on."
He blinks.
"Oh. That's... good to know, that I don't have a teleporting extradimensional supertwin after my blood. I'm glad you like our universe? I totally didn't get expelled, which is cool. Or thrown in a black site or something."
"Oh. That's... good to know, that I don't have a teleporting extradimensional supertwin after my blood. I'm glad you like our universe? I totally didn't get expelled, which is cool. Or thrown in a black site or something."
"Place where supervillains and horrible demonic monsters and stuff get frozen so they aren't a threat but scientists can still study them. I'm not totally sure supervillains still get put in there, and I'm pretty sure high school students don't, but, y'know, terrified teenagers aren't great at rational thought, and stuff."
point_b
"Understood. Anyway, I don't advise you to repeat the experiment, but I have benefited, thanks, ciao." And off Bella goes to sit down with her noms.
There's a general sense of observation. The tables around where she sits fill up quicker than the other tables, and not much conversation goes on at them. It's not quite ominous, so much as watchful. In case she does something interesting.
point_b
Is eating breakfast and murmuring quietly to her twin interesting? Bella finds the watching understandable; if it's still going on in a few days she may start to give people looks.
hemomancer
It doesn't look like it's very interesting, though a few of the less well-informed observers seem confused by the murmuring. One pulls out a notepad and scribbles something on it, apparently attempting to be inconspicuous.
A cheerful young man sets down his tray at Bella's table, followed by a disgruntled-looking shadow. "This seat taken?"
A cheerful young man sets down his tray at Bella's table, followed by a disgruntled-looking shadow. "This seat taken?"
hemomancer
"I'm Xan, codename Hemomancer. This is Leo, codename Scion. Nice to meet you. Do you mind if I set up an anti-eavesdropping charm? Just out of habit, you know," he says, rolling his eyes at their observers.
point_b
"Bella-codename-Flicker. Is the charm on us persons or on the location? Will it prevent me from talking to my sister or is it more specific than that? And does Hemomancer imply what I think it does?"
hemomancer
"Location; nobody outside the bubble can hear anything we say unless specifically addressed, so your sister should be fine. If it implies that I do blood magic, yes; if it implies that I do magic using other people's blood, no. I'm quite conscientious about it."
point_b
"I am fine with the privacy charm as described. I was not forming any guesses about where you got your blood."
that-bloody-blackened-name
"People have some odd preconceptions about blood mages, say, turning them into meat puppets or boiling the blood in their veins. I can't imagine where they get the idea."
hemomancer
"Nor I," says Xan piously, dripping spontaneously generated blood onto an oddly shaped black crystal. The crystal turns red, and he tosses it to the center of the table.
point_b
"I lack such preconceptions, given where I'm from, but I will of course form postconceptions in a hurry if I hear of any cases of such a thing being done."
that-bloody-blackened-name
"The meat puppet thing is completely impossible unless you're using much more unpleasant magics, and the blood boiling is hilariously inefficient, given that it takes a vial of the victim's blood and three rituals under three distinct new moons. Besides, it's not like there's not a million other ways to kill someone. I was making a joke about the fact that Xan's an asshole and people think he's going to use the ancient and forbidden majyyks on their blood, sorry for the confusion."
hemomancer
"The freshmen in question happened to think they were superheroes and that I was a nefarious villain of some kind, for some reason. I was considerate enough to show them the faults in their reasoning, but they didn't take it so well. And after I went to all that trouble not to permanently injure any of them."
that-bloody-blackened-name
"Somebody told them about that time Xan sacrificed a puppy to Gothmog on the quad, and they turned out to be more into animal's rights than anyone expected. They tried to ambush him in the forest, he wiped the floor with them and monologued about the great and terrible vengeance that he had spared them from, then left them tied to the flagpole naked and covered in manifested blood. They think they're our nemeses now. It's very irritating. He does that kind of thing a lot."