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The following morning, Bell hears what sounds like a fire alarm. It's not in their building - it's at least a block away. From her window, she can clearly see the house that's caught, near the train station, and just as clearly see that there isn't any bucket brigade handling it yet.
She seizes her wand from the nightstand and assumes control over the fire; if there's anyone in the unburnt part of the house they'll be able to get out. "SHERLOCK! TONY!" she calls.
Bell wants a second opinion before she snakes this fire down the corner of the house and over the grass to destroy the train station.
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"First of maybe-several?" asks Bell, raising an eyebrow. "Since it was such fun, and all."
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"Good to know." And she plops her head onto Sherlock's shoulder.
Hmm. Matilda said she'd let them know if any magic was sticking.
It's still worth trying even if it takes days, but there is a sharp drop in expected magicalness if it takes even as long as an hour...
She decides not to worry about it for the time being. "So what all cool stuff can you build or get hold of now that you couldn't before?" she asks Tony.
Hmm. Matilda said she'd let them know if any magic was sticking.
It's still worth trying even if it takes days, but there is a sharp drop in expected magicalness if it takes even as long as an hour...
She decides not to worry about it for the time being. "So what all cool stuff can you build or get hold of now that you couldn't before?" she asks Tony.
ferratus
"Lots!" he says excitedly. "He doesn't just have gadgets, he has money. And he says he'll take me through sometime to check out his workshop and meet his house."
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"Yeah, his house has an artificial intelligence named Jarvis. He sounds pretty cool."
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"And apparently Jarvis can open a door to Milliways anytime he wants, so I'm not gonna get stuck or anything."
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"Can I come along, then?" is Bell's next question. "And meet the house and see the cool stuff and - I've never been in a world that wasn't Panem before. Only as far as here. I've always been afraid I'd get stuck. But I really want to."
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Speak of the devil.
Someone who looks like Bell, only with a sleeker build, windblown hair, a weird ripped black outfit, and a branch of some kind in her fist, walks into the bar.
And immediately says, "Yambe Akka take the stars, they're zombies!"
Someone who looks like Bell, only with a sleeker build, windblown hair, a weird ripped black outfit, and a branch of some kind in her fist, walks into the bar.
And immediately says, "Yambe Akka take the stars, they're zombies!"
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"Oh my," exclaims Shell Bell, releasing Sherlock on hearing her own voice - not as it sounds in her head, but certainly as it sounds on her recorder - and realizing that she doesn't know how to run across the room while she's levitated several inches into the air. "Uh, Matilda, can you let me down - I have to go talk to her!"
"Sure!" says Matilda. Bell settles onto the floor.
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And she's off, running and tripping and catching herself and making it to stand in front of Isabella. "Hi," she says breathlessly.
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Isabella opens her mouth.
She closes it.
"What's going on?" she asks, finally. "Why is there a skinny zombie double of me in a magic bar?"
She closes it.
"What's going on?" she asks, finally. "Why is there a skinny zombie double of me in a magic bar?"
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"I'm... not a zombie?" tries Bell. "I'm just a - human." She was about to say person but that doesn't seem politic in Milliways. "And we're doubles because we're from different worlds but based on the same... template... thing! I'm from Panem. I'm called Shell Bell."
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"Why do you keep saying zombie?" wonders Kas. "I mean, I don't see any daemons, but—" he gestures at Isabella.
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"Can't you tell? They're not just separated. There's a difference. You really can't tell? Look. Shell Bell." Isabella reaches up to her shoulder; Path steps onto it. "Have you got one of these hiding somewhere? If you're not a witch maybe he's not an owl. Firefly? Tiny dragon? Any sort of creature - do you have a daemon?"
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"No?" says Shell Bell nervously. "I... don't know anybody who does. He's very cute, though?"
(It's fortunate that she keeps her hands to herself.)
(It's fortunate that she keeps her hands to herself.)
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Kas shrugs. "Maybe we're looking at different things," he says. "I just see a bunch of people being people."
The king cobra wrapped loosely around his shoulders changes into a fennec fox and nibbles on his ear.
The king cobra wrapped loosely around his shoulders changes into a fennec fox and nibbles on his ear.
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Bell startles. "So... daemons are... shapeshifting... pets...? That people who aren't zombies have where you come from?"
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"I'm not a pet," protests Path.
"He's not," agrees Isabella sharply. "And yeah. But... okay, Kas is right, you aren't acting like a zombie. Maybe your equivalent of Pathalan doesn't... have his own body. Or something. Sorry about that." She sighs. "I'm Isabella Amariah."
"He's not," agrees Isabella sharply. "And yeah. But... okay, Kas is right, you aren't acting like a zombie. Maybe your equivalent of Pathalan doesn't... have his own body. Or something. Sorry about that." She sighs. "I'm Isabella Amariah."
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"Okay. Well, this place is Milliways. It's a restaurant-slash-bar at the end of the universe." Bell waves at the window. "If you go out the door, you'll be right where and when you were when you came in, so you can stay as long as you want and it doesn't matter. Doors appear according to different patterns for different people - I find one only about once or twice a year, but my girlfriend runs into one twice a month, her brother can summon it one in three tries, and his alt's house can open one at will. Speaking of which, can I get you to come meet some people?" she pleads. "And tell us about yourselves and your world?"