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Entry 12-

"So what exactly are we doing, Bvril?" Thaal asked me, settling into one of the seats on the public transport. Arno slid my bag underneath his seat, and glanced at me, a similar question in his gaze.

"We are going somewhere out of the way to test my inventions," I explained. "A wilderness preservation area."

Thaal and Arno exchanged glances. "Aaaand, the reason you need a wide open space like that is…?" Thaal prompted. "And please don't say because of—"

"Potentially dangerous accidents?" I shrugged. "Unlikely, but I can't dismiss the possibility."

Arno frowned. "Then why are we going way out of the city?"

"I will need room to properly test my inventions," I explained, noting with discomfort that we were attracting the attention of other individuals riding the public transport.

"That makes me nervous," Thaal confided.

I decided that just telling the truth in this instance might actually shift attention from myself and onto another topic. "Look Thaal, you may not have realized, but Legion Auditions are scheduled for exactly two weeks from today, and I need to test my inventions if I stand even a slim chance of succeeding. I don't have any super powers. So I need to be able to prove that I have skills and abilities that make me a valuable asset."

Thaal blinked in surprise, and the look on his face said 'YOU JUST TOLD EVERYONE ON THIS BUS YOU'RE TRYING TO GET INTO THE LEGION.' "So… they're inventions to help you be a superhero?" Thaal asked. "Not some other weird invention?"

"An inability to understand how and why I have developed various inventions does not give you the right to label them as 'weird'," I told him seriously.

"Okay, okay," Thaal said, throwing his hands up in a gesture of surrender. "Sorry."

Arno settled for observing the exchange with mild amusement.

"So… these inventions… they won't, like, explode, right?"

"It is a wilderness protection area. Bringing explosives into the area seems like a foolish notion, wouldn't you agree?" I gave Thaal a mildly irritated look. I have twelfth level intellect. Apparently Thaal had decided to make a habit of forgetting this minor detail.

"Okay, okay, you don't have to get huffy!" Thaal responded, sinking back into his seat and folding his arms, making a 'pouty face.'

I rolled my eyes. "You're ridiculous."

"Gee, thanks," Thaal shot back, before sitting up suddenly. "So do I get to try any of them?"

"I thought they made you nervous," I shot back with a smirk. "But yes, actually, I could perform more complex testing now that you have forced your presence upon me."

"You make it sound like a bad thing!" Thaal complained.

I gave him a look. "Well, isn't it?"

"You're mean," Thaal whined.

"Thank you," I responded with a small smirk. "I try."

By now, most of the other patrons riding the public transport had gone back to whatever they were doing. Thaal leaned over closer to me. "What was that all about?" he whispered.

"You are incorrigible," I replied just as softly. "Why did you have to bring up my inventions? That causes suspicion." I shot him a frustrated glance.

"Then why the whole 'Legion Auditions' thing?" Thaal replied. "Isn't that more suspicious?"

"Who would believe that you-know-who is trying to join the Legion again?" I shot back with an incredulous look. "Additionally, most people still think of level-twelve intellect as a superpower. So stating that I 'lack a superpower' implies that I do not have level twelve intelligence without stating it outright, which is far less supicious."

Thaal gave me a pitying look. "I think you're paranoid, kid."

"I'm not a kid," I hissed quietly, glaring up at him from under my desert-dweller's hood.

"You're like, sixteen," Thaal shot back. "I'm pretty sure that qualifies as 'kid'. Especially when Arno and I are nineteen."

"I'm still smarter than you," I shot back.

"You've always been smarter than everyone," Thaal shot back. "That doesn't count."

"You two sound like a bunch of leaking airlocks! Can we talk about something where we can all be a part of the conversation?" Arno interrupted at that point.

"Sure. Bvril is just being snippy because he doesn't want to talk about his invention ideas in public," Thaal snorted. "Like someone's going to steal his ideas or something."

"It's wise to be cautious!" I said, playing along.

"Okay Bvril," Arno said, adopting the name Thaal had christened me with, "when I said we should all be part of a conversation, I meant all three of us. I didn't mean for you and Thaal to continue your argument in a louder tone," Arno said, rolling his eyes. His large grin rather ruined the chiding tone of his comment.

I sighed. "Okay. What should we talk about then?"

"Um…" Thaal glanced at Arno for help. Arno was already back to staring out the window and sketching furiously. "I thought you wanted to be part of the conversation!" he complained.

"I can sketch and talk at the same time," Arno argued, still gazing out the window.

"No you can't!" Thaal shot back. "Everyone knows you're a horrible multitasker!"

"You're the one who's bad at multitasking, not me," Arno replied, still sketching.

"I take offense at that comment!" Thaal argued.

I couldn't help rolling my eyes as the argument continued. I had a distinct feeling that this was going to be a very long ride…


A/N: Before anyone asks: NO, VOLDEMORT IS NOT GOING TO BE ATTENDING LEGION AUDITIONS. updating this took a lot longer than I expected. Summer job training is murder. Also, my laptop appears to be suffering from heatstroke, which basically means i get 1/2 an hour with it before i shut it down or it will forcibly shut itself down. BUT WHO WANTS TO GIVE UP THEIR LAPTOP DURING THE SUMMER TO HAVE IT FIXED? (or really, who wants to give up their computer ever?)

I hate computer issues. I draw, write fanfics, write original fiction, photoshop, listen to music and also read on my computer. It's like all of my life hobbies wrapped up into one machine... and I don't like being forcibly separated from it. All that to say, writing is going slower than I expected since this poor computer needs frequent 'cool down' breaks... Pardon me while I scream. And if anyone feels like intercessing on behalf of my computer I would appreciate it, but I understand if you think praying for the people suffering from human rights abuses in the middle east (or north africa, or southeast asia, etc.) could use the prayers more than my machine...