"Kama, do you know how to disappear?"
Kama arced his back; they were face to face.
"Disappear?" Kama asked amused.
His voice wasn't deep so much as slow, not a growl so much as a grumble, no that wasn't true. His voice was the fierceness of nature, a bass people studied, biologists and geologists. Him yelling must have matched the sound that, once faded, new maps would be drawn.
"I'm not sure." Drake said, shoulders dropping, "I saw Jin disappear in the tar on the road, one block from the hospital."
Kama chuckled, the sound of boulders in a washing machine, Drake gritted his teeth, his cheeks flush.
"It's not disappearing, you imbecile. You travel to another world." as he said, 'another world', his eyes grew wide, and he waved his hand.
Drake flinched.
"Fine! Whatever you say Kama. Just tell me how."
Kama stared.
Yup, there was no way he was going to get a word more. The momentum was ruined. The librarian would have to give another name.
"It's a complicated incantation technique." Kama said in a teacher's voice, if the teacher was solemn, "But it doesn't involve much if any talking. People who talk are too stupid to form the incantation key in their heads. You see the incantation is mostly in your head and with the exactly right number of words and visualizations, which have to run in one continuous flow, one can go absolutely anywhere you can see in your head. It takes a while depending on your skill. Also, there's fighting. You fight another person, and you immediately travel to an emergency realm we call the Outer Plains to avoid hurting anyone in this one. It has to do with some special shield thing, a vale. Honestly, I have no idea what it is, and I don't care. Now..." Kama brought his face to Drake's "Fuck off, before I get up again."
Drake backed away.
He hadn't expected such a detailed answer but there it was.
Okay…
He knew what was needed but how did one do an incantation? He barely knew what an incantation was and he…
Drake's gaze found itself inexplicably travelling down to the scrap book in Kama's hand. There was a picture of Paige sitting in a pool of her own blood.
Explosions, giant horses and people disappearing into the ground… now…
Check that off as some sick joke by some fat bastard?
Drake's eyes zoomed in on it for a minute. There were noises, yells screams, gunshots. The hairs on his flesh hadn't stopped tingling.
Kazuya waved a hand in Drake's face, and he snapped out of it. He took a last glance before turning away.
"Fighting right? I just have to be in a superhuman, charge creature fight where people can see, right?"
Kama didn't answer but Drake wasn't waiting.
A fist caught Kama in the cheek. Drake's heart and soul acting as gauntlets adding force enough to topple Kama over, through the bench's wooden backrest. They crashed behind it.
Suicide? Yes, but there wasn't time.
Drake looked up, their perfect school: Broken, desolate, massive, and alien.
He'd made it.
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