"Bastard." There was no heat to his words, but he did look a little miffed. He hadn't ever been a fan of being caught off guard, even with pleasant surprises. Tim found comfort when he was able to predict a possible outcome, but everything about Jason was so terribly unpredictable. Maybe that was why he was so interesting. Either way, Tim wasn't planning on holding a grudge.
The mageling's gaze was sharp as he stepped out of the car, carefully eyeing their surroundings. Jason was familiar with this place, but Tim was going to need a moment to actually ease his nerves. So this wasn't some sort of illusion or alternate universe, but instead a physical location hidden by a shield. Who was the someone that had owed Jason a favor, and just how powerful were they? Would they be okay with someone like Tim testing his powers there?
"I'm not going to blow up a water main." There was a confidence in his voice that Tim didn't quite feel, but he'd always been good at faking it. Even knowing that he could practice out in the open without being seen, it still felt like it would be safer to be inside. Just in case. This wasn't something Tim wanted to take any risks with. He gave Jason a little nod and then headed for the door, gripping the messenger bag slung over his shoulder tight with one hand. It felt like a lifeline. The jaws of life couldn't rip it from him in that moment.
Once inside, he found a table to set his grimoire on. Pale fingertips gently stroked the cover. Tim said nothing, simply flipped open to a page and carefully grasped an obsidian charm on a silver chain around his neck. Something new. His focus. Those pretty blue eyes of his slid shut, and he whispered words that he had carefully memorized, in a tongue that only magic users would really understand. A black circle formed around his feet and black smoke danced upwards as his eyebrows furrowed. It wasn't the most impressive showing, but he'd managed something on his first try--and that said something.
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The mageling's gaze was sharp as he stepped out of the car, carefully eyeing their surroundings. Jason was familiar with this place, but Tim was going to need a moment to actually ease his nerves. So this wasn't some sort of illusion or alternate universe, but instead a physical location hidden by a shield. Who was the someone that had owed Jason a favor, and just how powerful were they? Would they be okay with someone like Tim testing his powers there?
"I'm not going to blow up a water main." There was a confidence in his voice that Tim didn't quite feel, but he'd always been good at faking it. Even knowing that he could practice out in the open without being seen, it still felt like it would be safer to be inside. Just in case. This wasn't something Tim wanted to take any risks with. He gave Jason a little nod and then headed for the door, gripping the messenger bag slung over his shoulder tight with one hand. It felt like a lifeline. The jaws of life couldn't rip it from him in that moment.
Once inside, he found a table to set his grimoire on. Pale fingertips gently stroked the cover. Tim said nothing, simply flipped open to a page and carefully grasped an obsidian charm on a silver chain around his neck. Something new. His focus. Those pretty blue eyes of his slid shut, and he whispered words that he had carefully memorized, in a tongue that only magic users would really understand. A black circle formed around his feet and black smoke danced upwards as his eyebrows furrowed. It wasn't the most impressive showing, but he'd managed something on his first try--and that said something.