Most of the classrooms in this alleged school seemed to be empty. This suited Brainiac Five perfectly well, because it meant he could take one over for his own purposes. Which did not, at the moment, include Legion business, but had involved several angry notes on chalkboards like 'PHYSICS DOES NOT WORK LIKE THAT' and 'MY SOUL FOR A FUNCTIONING
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She walked in with Spot, who resembled a MacBook with legs and eyestalks, skittering across the stone floor at her heels. Looking around, Dairine grinned at the sight of the chalkboards. She'd felt similarly, as she tried to figure out what, if any, relation the wizardry here bore to her own brand of wizardry. At least her magic still worked, though. This guy seemed to be having a bit more trouble.
"Whatcha working on?" she asked. "If you don't mind my asking, that is."
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The Crossings? The Crossings. "I have not. Or if I have, they weren't called that. Where I'm from, magic tends to keep to itself. My people don't even believe it exists."
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Octavian often found use for roundabout queries, but saw no need to weary himself with them when they were not necessary. As for backwards guesses, those he avoided scrupulously, as best he could. Backwardness was antithetical to Octavian.
He saw nothing amiss with the appropriation of empty rooms. "For what purpose do you seek to construct a 'transmatter gate'?" The question of what transmatter might be could wait.
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