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WOAH!

[ LEGS LOCKING UP, SKIDDING ACROSS THE GRASS LIKE A GRACEFUL GAZELLE FELLED BY THE MIGHTY MAGIC MOUSE. ]

[Oh my god, thank you, unintentional spellcasting. With a quiet huff, Billy wastes no time in finishing the spell before the last one wears off, appearing a couple feet away with a flare of blue energy, the smell of ozone accenting the air.]

I swear to god- when someone tells you to hold still, will you listen for once?

[ There's grass stains all over his nice new pants and his chest. Ugh Tripping at that speed? Not so fun. ]

It's not my fault you're so slow.

I teleported across the village. Instantly. You're such a kid sometimes...

[Billy has to resist the urge to give an indignant sniff. Seriously, a year of separation and this is what he gets?

He does dismiss the spell that stopped Tommy in his tracks, though. He's not a total tyrant. Then he spreads his arms out.]

Well? Do I pass, or what?

Too slow. If you'd just stayed still I'd have found you. [ He shakes his head. ] You need to learn some patience.

[ Billy's bantering.

Billy's being sassy.

What's happening. ] Yeah, yeah. Did our kidnappers drop my clothes anywhere?

They're probably in the plaza. Which, if you'll wait long enough for a teleport, I can take us to.

[He needs to learn patience. Him. Out of the two of them. Ugh.]

Do you know what's going on, by the way? Do you remember this place at all?

Ugh. [ He brushes some stray grass off of him. ] No. I've never seen it before in my life. And I think I'd remember a little slice of freakish paradise like this.

[ He waves the book around. ] Browsed this. Gathered that we've been kidnapped, the wings are normal, and that people here are from all over.

[Well, so much for taking the easy route. Billy sighs faintly, grabbing the book and flipping rapidly through the pages, searching for the guide. He could explain it the usual way, but the benefit of having a speedster brother (one of the few benefits, actually) is he can probably read the whole thing before Billy could explain the first paragraph.]

That's the cliffnotes version, yeah. Welcome to Luceti. Different worlds, different universes, different times. We're a multiverse melting pot of crazy.

Oh yeah?

[ Snatching it over and breezing through the explanation.

Billy's... normal. Really, really normal. His brow furrows. ]

Don't tell me I'm even older than you now.

Edited 2013-09-10 02:54 (UTC)

[Billy snorts. They... actually look pretty close, as far as he can tell. And considering they're identical, he figures he'd notice the difference. It doesn't look too obvious.]

I've been here for a year and a half. I'm almost eighteen now.

[Which should give Tommy a better idea of why he's not... well.]

[ A split second of confusion. Just one. They're identical, he doesn't notice anything on Billy's face that he wouldn't see on his own (barring that dumb headband, goggles all the way).

And if he's only almost 18, that means that... Well. It means a lot of things, none of which he's particularly willing or eager to disclose. ]

I'm still older.

You're still claiming that? It's not like we know who was- you know what, forget it.

[He doesn't care. He doesn't care who's older, or who wins the stupid argument, or what time Tommy's from or any of it. It's irrelevant, unimportant.

What matters is that Tommy's here now, right in front of him, and it's been a year, and it all hits him in that moment: how much he's missed his stupid, obnoxious, dorky brother.

So Billy's moving in to wrap his arms around him now, and he damn well better accept it.]

[ Hugs are hard. Tommy stiffens, shifting a little awkwardly - but it's been a year. A whole year since the last time he got a reaction out of Billy that wasn't a half-hearted response to a nerd-quote or barely shrugging off his increasingly obnoxious attempts to get his brother's attention.

So he lets the hug go on a little longer than he normally would have, ruffling Billy's hair with a lightning fast hand as they part. ]

You're such a loser. And I'm starving.

[That was... oddly affectionate for Tommy, and Billy has to pause to ponder it for a moment, brows furrowed as he gazes quizzically at his brother. He'd been a bit strange sometimes during his last visit to Luceti, but it had been subtle enough that Billy'd only gotten hints of it here and there. Somehow he's getting the sense that it's... worse. Or better? He's not sure what the right word for it is. It's good that Tommy's more cool about physical touch than before, but...

...well, whatever. One thing at a time.]

There's a bunch of shops and a restaurant down the road- about four miles that way. We can get your clothes and some food.

[He points, already glowing blue for another teleport, lips quirking into a smile.]

Meet you there?

[He knows Tommy hates teleporting, and if he follows the road he hopefully won't get lost again.]

If I don't get bored waiting.

[ he's off like a shot. ]

[Billy's not far behind him, flaring into existence in the middle of the plaza, by the fountain. What's that brother of his getting into now?]

[ HE GOT HIS CLOTHES AND HE'S THROWING HIS CIVVIES ON. ]

[In the middle of the street? God damn, Tommy, decency!!]

...Okay, well that's one job done.

[He'll just... change into civvies, too. Because wandering around town in spandex is a bit weird.]

What're you hungry for?

[ Please, he's just a blur. ]

Everything. But speaking of food, have you seen a guy around here? Bald, black, orange glasses, kind of constipated looking?

[What does that have to do with food, anyway.]

That's not ringing any bells, sorry. Friend of yours?

[Aside from the orange glasses bit that could totally be Eli, but he's never thought of he and Tommy as friends.]

Oh yeah, great guy. We had coffee twice, now I think he'd die for me. He's like some freakish super genius too.

I had no idea you could endear yourself to anyone that fast.

[God, he missed snarking at Tommy.]

So does this super-genius have a name?

One of us had to get the social skills. [ uhhhh what looks good to eat. HOW ABOUT PIZZA... ] David.

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[He should probably be grateful it was Tommy who got them.

...Wait. Angry black super-genius in glasses?]

David? David Alleyne? You had coffee with Prodigy?

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