Thread:ThisIsXenon/@comment-32273133-20190603230926/@comment-32273133-20190626164936

“The most important thing is that magic is illegal in most places,” Percy tugs on the gold string. “Magic is way more powerful than any of the technology things here, so magic was banned early on  keep control. Anyone known to have magic has to wear blocker bracelets. They put them on people who end up in jail too, whether they have magic or not.”

“What do they look like?” Bex holds his hand in front of his face.

“Blocky and square,” Percy closes his eyes. “Very tight. Black metal and a little red light that flashes every once in a while.”

Something fitting that description appears around Bex’s wrist. “Like this?”

“Perfect.”

“Let me guess, you know what they look like because someone slapped one on you in robot-jail?”

“You know me well,” Percy smirks.

“Alright, Mister I-know-everything,” The band disappears. Bex crosses his arms. “How do we best blend in?”

“By standing out,” Percy rubs his hands together. “I know a guy. A city slicker. Bex, you’ll know.....this person. I’ll need your help with pronouns. The ones that start with X always trip me up.”

Bex’s face has recently regained colour, but when Percy finishes talking, he’s pale again. “Name.”

“Spencer Thomas.”

“No way,” Bex shakes his head. “No fucking way. Xe’re dead. Xe’ve Been dead for two years.”

“Apparently not,” Percy looks pleased to have rattled Bex. “I had the pleasure of meeting up with them quite recently.”

“I really don’t want to know what you mean by ‘meeting up,’” Bex covers his face. “Xe’re a city slicker? Where does xe live?”

“Outskirts of this city, I believe. Spencer sells tech for WIRED, a tech company started by the Pembertons, whom I believe you may also know. Gets a hefty commission, since....xe can afford a comfortable place outside the main zone. We should be able to get there without being seen or flying.”

“Good,” Bex says distantly. “Give me a second.”

He sits down, head in his hands. Percy grins, evidently very pleased with himself.