"I have the taste of a literature professor. Old stuff, like Austen or Dickens."

"The benefit of the classics is that only the best are still considered good. I bet there were ten thousand awful fanfictions of Pride and Prejudice."

"That is in fact my theory for why I like old stuff. It's filtered."

"In theory modern things with enough good reviews can capture some of the same things, perhaps... A Connecticut Yankee in King Arthur's Court is always fun, personally. Mark Twain has a good sarcasm."

"Yeah, I love Twain and that's a very solid one."

They can discuss books until the food is gone.

It's fun. 

"So! I believe I promised some showing off?"

"I believe so! That's not like, expensive or anything? Do you need coins just to use powers you already have or anything?"

"It's about like jogging, honestly." She makes for an alley or thr back of the fast food place.

"As experienced by people who do or who don't like jogging?" Bella asks, following her.

"Those who don't. Though clumsiness isn't an issue, natural ones on spells aren't a thing unless you take the flaw for it."

She glances around, notices nobody immediately in sight, smirks and holds out her hand. "Into the overworld for a couple hundred meters and straight back out?"

"Mmhm!" Handclasp.

She - glows, and suddenly, there's someone entirely different there. Or so it seems, her stance and pose is different, even if you ignore the fancy baubled dress uniform, white gloves, glowing eyes and necklace bauble, and sudden appearance of a long rifle on her back.

And then they are elsewhere. It bears a similarity to the fast food alley they just left, an alley, except that the buildings seem grey and fake. There are no windows or doors, no dumpsters or scuffs and damage. Just tall, grey walls. The sky here is covered in faint spiraling patterns, just barely contrasting enough to be visible. It's very quiet, just an odd unidentifiable distant rumbling and the faint sound of windchimes.

Tanya marches forward to the street. Which again mostly resembles the Port Angeles they just left. The road signs mostly don't make sense, the cars are different models and none are moving, and there's a huge bush with bright pink flowers growing in the road median. The flowers are moving from place to place on the bush.

"Best leave them alone, just some fairies."

Oh gosh that's so cool.

"What's the deal with fairies?"

"They look like tiny people but are really more like - bees. Probably serving some kind of vital magical ecosystem role, best left alone unless you know what you're doing."

She crosses the street without even looking, heading for the big park across the way. The plant life and decorations here again mostly sort of follow what's actually in Port Angeles.

"If you stop recognizing things, best to drop out into the real again - it's intuitive - this near a city things will be safe-ish. The place is handy for getting around unseen. What's more- Damage and destruction here don't carry over to the real, at least not right away. And non-magic people can only get in if they have an artifact just for that. You have potential, though."

"Not right away? What, do they - accelerate wear and tear subtly, or -"

"Something like that. If you blow up monsters in the same place every day for a year there'll be a sinkhole or something, or just wear and tear. None of this is very scientifically robust, I'm afraid. There's theories but they're more like guesses as far as I'm concerned."

"How odd. So I guess the park is a good place because it'll only damage plants if you throw stuff around showing off, and they'll grow back?"

"It also has a little more life, and I figure we can drop out in a nice secluded corner without trouble- Veil's particularly strong when you drop out. Alleys, behind signs, behind dumpsters, nobody happens to be looking, they blink and think they mis-saw..."

Sketchy but not really invasive. Nod nod.

"Now, I'm not precisely the 'huge explosions' type... There, those trees look like good targets, no? Watch closely."

Is she watching?

Because for a brief moment there's eight of Tanya, and then they all blur, and with a loud crack, a whole lot of tree branches fall at once. Then she blurs forward and punches and slices them in midair, turning them into twigs.

She pirouettes and bows.

"Wow - the multiply locating thing, does that drop out of the time specialty somehow or is it a separate thing -"

"Time! Twisting it into knots is awfully difficult, but just layering it a bit? Like icing a cake." She grins maniacally. "Gifted covers a lot. Bit of a shame you're not going to be using it, perhaps."

"Yeah, if I wanted to turn people's brains into cakes."

"There's those AIs- Or techspirits, or whatever- I guess you might not want to become a technical mom either, huh?"

She twirls the gun. "Want to experience a speed boost?"

"I don't really have ambitions of being a technical mom though reportedly my great aunt did - uh, what would I do with it, I can't run or anything -"