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Dude! Did you just make a tent appear out of nowhere?

[that? is seriously way crash and deserving of a lot of attention, which Bart is very prepared to give right now, eyes wide and lips curved upwards in a wide grin as he stares at Zachary.]

How'd you do that?

[Whoa, where did you come from? Zat tries not to be obviously startled as he whirls around and is faced with a speedster-- or he thinks he is. They all have the same garish taste in clothes for him.]

What--? Where did you come from? [And oh.] Please. I'm the world's greatest teenage magician. This is hardly a problem for me.

[excuse you, his orange t-shirt and worn jeans are the height of fashion ~~in goodwill~~. the question doesn't faze Bart in the slightest though, and he merely gives Zach a cheeky smile and a small shrug.]

Over there. [the words are accompanied by a thumb pointed at a small grove of palm trees some two hundred feet away.] But conjuring things out of midair is way more interesting than a couple'a turtles.

[but! but but!]

If a tent's small stuff, does that mean you could magic a castle out of midair? Or something even bigger?

[Well, yes it was, and he feels a surge of pride at the recognition. Enough to at least not bite his head off at the first meeting. Ego > Suspicion.] I see you've got good taste. So which one are you? [Not that he bothers following whoever of the Flash line.] Definitely not the older one, you're too short to be Flash.

[... Huff. Well.] If I had my full magic. Unfortunately, this place seems to be mocking me by suppressing my abilities. They're only afraid of what I can do.

[it's a good thing Bart doesn't take offense too easily and all he does in response to the question is shrug calmly.]

Nah, Flash is my grandpa. I'm Impulse. [said proudly with a thumb pointed at himself because yeah he's proud of his lineage.] So what can you do with your full abilities? Probably really crash stuff, huh. Could you get us all out of this place with just a couple of words?

[Never heard of him. Probably someone insignificant, so he'll skip that over and--] Here's the thing. My magic can only affect objects, not people. So even if I wanted to, I can't leave this place any more than you could.

[that gives Bart pause. he honestly can't remember if that same stipulation applied to Zatanna or not.]

Really? [Bart miiiight just be deflating a little but mostly, he's just puzzled.] So you can't teleport us all out of here?

[bummer.]

[Not that he's obligated to do so anyway, but he won't say that right now.] No. Not at all.

Wouldn't running over the ocean be a skill of yours?

[have a pout.]

I already tried that. Except instead of getting anywhere all I did was conk out, and then I woke up under that coconut tree over there. [he points at the exact coconut tree, clearly feeling the need to highlight this part of his story.] It's like there's some magic barrier thing keeping us all in.

[That earns a more somber expression from him, because magic-- not something to mess with.]

If that same barrier's also the cause for the dampening of my abilities, then we're talking about a very powerful spellcaster. I've never encountered one with the ability to teleport you back to a location when hitting the barrier.

Yeah, me neither. [Bart's grumbling because this is all so unfair.] Zatanna could probably do it though. She's like the best magician - magicianess? - there is in the whole history of ever.

[maybe. he didn't exactly read the history books on magic users.]

[If he hadn't already accepted Zatanna as someone who was better than him at magic, grudgingly as it is, that would sting. Still.] Cuz would know what to do, but unfortunately she's not here. Knowing her, she's either having another sold-out show or being chased by demons.

[Things Bart is not actually expecting Zach to say: that he knows Zatanna. Which, all things considered, is kind of dumb. They're both magicians, so it'd make sense for them to know each other. Just like speedsters know all the other speedsters. It's just a Thing.

Bart is now going to comment on that Thing.]

Hey, you know Zatanna? [Totally brightening up at that because mutual friends! Ish.] Right, you guys are both magicians. So does that mean you guys are both in like some super secret magical society or something?

[He kinda missed the 'cuz' part.]

[He gives him a look at that, a bit affronted because really? Everyone knows they're cousins, and even if they didn't, it wasn't really hard for them to figure it out. Of course, that's his ego talking, and he huffs and crosses his arms as he stares at him hard in a 'Are you seriously this slow?' (and the irony isn't lost on him either.)]

She's my cousin. How many magicians who speak backwards do you think even exists?

[A (comparatively) long pause (for Bart).]

....A lot?

[HEY MAN, YOU NEVER KNOW there could be like some secret cult of magicians out there with black capes and hoods holding candles and chanting backwards spells so that the New York Yankees win over the Red Sox or something.]

I mean, they might not all be good magicians like you and Zatanna but they're still out there, right? [Speaking of him and Zatanna though.] Are you guys seriously related? That's crashing, dude. So does that mean you guys grew up together and practiced magic spells together and stuff?

[... It's a good thing reading minds is not part of his abilities or so help him he would strangle you, Bart.]

Your ignorance overwhelms me. [He says flatly, annoyed, but otherwise cool. Right. Whatever.] Don't treat my magic like some sort of trinket that can be passed around. It's a family trade.

[Aaaand ouch.] Wow, you really don't know anything, do you? Do you always ask so many questions?

Hey! I'm not ignorant!

[Bart is so offended by Zach's words. And by offended he really means he's just put out that this supposedly cool dude thinks he's dumb. (Which he totally isn't, by the way.) Still, he's not one to linger over insults - thank two parts ADHD and one part just really not caring - and it's only a second before he's back on the obnoxious speedster wagon, curiosity all over his face.]

It's only 'cause the only magician I've met is Zatanna and we've only talked once. We're not exactly BFFs. And I thought asking questions was a good thing. Makes me a detective, like Batman.

Batman is overrated. [Ha. There. He said it. Now let's just hope he wasn't heard. Still...] Robin was a lot more interesting. [Once Zat got past the whole I hate the Teen Titans go diaf part of their meeting.]

I only got my magic a little more recently than she has, but she did teach me the trick of the trade. [He grudgingly admits, and he wonders why he's telling him this. Probably boredom.] Of course, with my natural talent, it was hardly an effort to learn.

--That's incredible.

[scott walks up to the other boy, a large stick held in one hand. his eyes are hidden behind his shades, but his voice reveals his wonder.]

How many more can you make? Or is it just the one?

[Wow, who are you and why should he answer--- I mean.]

I'm sure I can conjure a few more, if our hosts are kind enough to stop messing with my powers.

[sharply,] They did something to your powers?

[was it just this kid or everyone else with powers too? scott didn't feel any different.]

Instead of mountains, I'm making molehills. [Well, that's an exaggeration. He can't make both.] I was aiming for a summer vacation home, or at least a shack. All I get is this. [Sad excuse of a tent too. He huffs at that.]

And who might you be?

[note to self: find a secluded area and see if anything's changed with his beams]

Oh. [where were his manners!!] I'm Scott. Nice to meet you. [holds his hand out for a shake]

Zachary Zatara, the world's greatest teenage magician. [A modest on, this kid is. Your hand can hang there by its lonesome though, Scott. He's not shaking that.] I suppose you were also brought here with no knowledge of who our host is?

[WOOOOOOW just... awkwardly pulls his hand back... and makes a slightly disgruntled face but he lets it go]

Uh, yeah. I don't think anyone knows. Were you here yesterday?

[He frowns at that, lowering the tension in his shoulders that came from standing proudly to something akin more to reluctantly allowing himself to get along with someone else due to unfortunate circumstances.] No, just a few hours ago. I found myself wandering without remembering how I even got here in the first place. You?

Arrived yesterday morning. [brief pause] In an office building. It was the same for a number of other people.

Then today, we woke up on an island. [he honestly doesn't even remember falling asleep] Not everyone made it, looks like. Some of the people I spoke with yesterday aren't here today.

Talk about dull and atrocious. [What, were they expecting them to work to death?]

It could be that they ended up in another place altogether. This place doesn't feel very familiar, even by the standards of lost in the middle of nowhere.

I wouldn't know. I haven't spent a lot of my time on islands. [but one day he will]

What else can your magic do?

Good to know you're not barbaric enough for a place like this then. [Hmph.] Plenty of things. You'll have to be a lot more specific than that.

[wow who is this guy]

I guess the important question would be if you could get us out of here.

[Well.]

Teleportation? No. My magic can only affect objects, not humans. [Not to mention...] Besides, it hasn't been working properly since I got here. It could be a dampening field specifically for me, if it's not affecting anyone else.

[Simon's staring in disbelief. That really should not have just happened.] I'm sorry, what did you just do there?

You have eyes, don't you? Or are they just there for decoration? [Aka sorry dude, he's normally not this ba--- well, that's a lie, he's just rude.]

I have eyes, yes. My brain may not be working so well right now though.

An unfortunate side-effect. Well, as you could see, I've built a tent for our hosts' silly demand. I was aiming for something a lot grander than this.

Yes well. I'm told making things appear out of thin air can be an unpredictable endeavor.

Clearly whoever told you that hasn't met me.

Just who are you anyway?

Doctor Simon Tam. Surgeon.

While you're pulling things from the aether, could you grab me a med-kit?

[he's not sure if that's meant to impress him or not. Well, the latter doesn't.]

Why, exactly, would I do that? Last I checked, I'm not some sort of errand boy for you.

[Zachary gets a look Simon has hardly given over the last few years. The one he used to give River when she said something so disconnected from reality it shocked him. Back when that was still possible.] I'm not asking you to do an errand. We're stuck out on some uncivilized island in the middle of nowhere and I am, to my knowledge, the one and only medical professional here.

Now, sooner or later someone IS going to get hurt. There are who knows what kind of animals and diseases and other hazards to worry about. The second I find out about an injury I will do my best to treat it, but having the right tools might mean someone gets to keep an arm when they otherwise wouldn't.

Or their life. Better tools mean a better survival rate. Something which I'd like to hope we're all aiming for.

Tit for tat. [Though yikes. For all of his bravado, Zat isn't that dumb. Foolish and arrogant, but if the good doctor had a point he can grudgingly admit (only to himself, of course) that he had a point.] Fine. I'll see what I can do. What exactly do you need in this medical kit of yours?

I'll take what I can get. [He's seen enough to believe Zachary can do some kind of summoning, but he has no idea of the limits. He'd like a state of the art scanner and a mobile operating theater, but...] The basics would be something to cut with, something to use to sew people back up, some painkillers and something to sterilize my tools.

If it has to, alcohol will work for the last two of those.

Edited 2013-08-13 06:24 (UTC)

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