Gabriel had been reading when his phone buzzed up a new notification As a teenage superhero, keeping linked to as many sources as he could seemed a fairly good option for keeping up to date on potential heroics. He had to make up for whatever the anti-universe version of him had been getting up to while he was gone. His grandma said he was over-reacting. Gabe said he was just doing his job as a teen superhero. As he glanced across at his phone, it seemed his tactics had worked.

He clicked on the notification, and his eyes widened at the picture (grainy, clearly taken by someone panicked). There was some sort of huge, dirty-brown cow rampaging through a city. It was enormous. Gabe could see craters in the tarmac along the road, each of the cow’s feet embedded in one. There were cracks across the pavement and up some of the buildings, up turned cars, the works. There were huge scars all along the top of each of the cow’s legs which he could see on the picture. And, naturally, a ton of people were running in the opposite direction.

Normally, seeing some huge beast like this, Gabe’s first thought would be to Google it to find any potential weaknesses, but somehow he thought “giant cow who can smash through concrete” wouldn’t come up with much. He had a guess as to how he could deal with it; tasers were standard fare for dealing with angry bovines, and it seemed reasonable to assume that flooding it with electricity would probably work in stopping it.

He jumped up, headed over to a desk, and scribbled a note down of where he was going, just in case.

Gabriel summoned his costume with a spell, and pulled the hood up. ”Iwantwherethismonstercowis, Iwantwherethismonstercowis, Iwantwherethismonstercowis, Iwantwherethismonstercowis-“

He appeared in a slight flash of pale blue light, in what appeared to be an unpopulated street. It was probably abandoned thanks to the cause of the crater about a metre in front of him. He couldn’t tell by the craters which way the creature had gone, but he could tell by what sounded like roars from a few blocks away. Did bulls roar? Gabe didn’t know what to call it.

He took up into the air in one jump, knowing that his magic would work to keep him there, and started to fly over to the source of the noise. It didn’t take long.

Cor, that was one angry cow. It seemed to be trying to directly target people, most of whom seemed to have the good sense to run as fast as they could in the opposite direction. The thing definitely had huge scars all over it, largest around the tops of its legs. No wonder it was angry.

Gabe took a huge breath. He flew in as close as he dared (which still left a few metres), and then stretched out his arms, forcing as much electricity as he felt he could at short notice out of his palms.

Sparks flew out across its skin, and he could hear the crack from the strike.

The bull barely reacted. Or rather, its reaction was small enough to be indiscernible from what it was doing before. ”Should have figured you were a ground type.” He muttered. He figured the lack of effect was just from the distance away; if that was right, he still wasn’t going to get closer anytime soon. Even if his electrokinesis had a limited range of effect, that bull had a larger one. Gabe backed up a bit in his flight, and rose a short distance. He was going to have to use magic. But what magic did he have that was strong enough for this? His dad could probably have just banished it, but he was only an amateur sorcerer. If he had some proper training… damnit; there was no one he was aware of who could teach him how to be a good future Demiurge. He was just going to have to get on with learning himself.

Gabe snapped back to attention. The giant cow had moved on a lot further than Gabe would have thought possible from that pause. He headed after it to catch up. ”Wait up, Ermintrude!” Someone else had to know it was here by now, right? He was a bit deficient on the bright ideas front right now. Namely because he didn’t want to risk any really powerful magic with all these people around.



(OoC: I am a-okay with you just choosing where this is. I didn’t have any specific ideas in mind, just that it wasn’t any of the cities where lots of heroics happen, which leaves a lot of options if you do want to specify. Also, I hope this is okay. If you want me to edit or anything, just say.)

Chicago. That toddlin' town. At least according to Frank Sinatra, anyway. Kent had decided to go get some coffee and take in the Field Museum. Christopher was off at school and the Sorcerer Supreme was busy trying to get reacquainted with the world again after seven years in another dimension. He'd always wanted to go with Liz, but... Well, he decided that it was best to do some small trips to help acclimate. Some sort of attack from another dimension had weakened the barriers enough that Kent was able to slip back into this universe through the gratuitous use of magic and a lot of luck.

He was actively wearing the vestments of Fate, his little safety blanket, though they were intangible. Kent could summon them fully with a thought, but this allowed him to draw comfort in the unfamiliar world. It made him feel a little more comfortable as he walked around, but Kent knew he'd feel ready to take them off soon. At least that's what he kept telling himself. The plan was to spend a few hours here, portal back to Gotham and then pick up his son from the bus, but judging by the running and screaming happening on the street, that wasn't happening anytime soon.

Sipping his coffee, Kent started wandering towards the screaming and panic. Some people looked at him like he was crazy, but that suited him just fine. A giant bull of some kind was running amok through the city. Kent whistled. "That's not something you see every day." Then a boy or a young man, Kent couldn't really see too far yet, seemed to throw a lightning bolt a the bull. It didn't seem to do much about it, other than enrage it further.

The beast managed to kick up a car and Kent threw out an effort of will, drawing on the vestments. The car stopped in midair and he gently set it down. The helmet whispered in his ear. Kent didn't like what he heard. Words like "Sumerian" and "god" were being tossed around again by the consciousness inside the helmet. This was not the way that Kent wanted to spend an afternoon, but at least this wasn't Gozer. With another exertion of will, the vestments appeared in place and Doctor Fate rose up to help the teenager.

Fate floated up into the air. There were several spells that he was trying to think of to put the beast in its place. A binding would do for the moment. Minimize damage. Fate's hands went out and golden construct chains appeared, wrapping around the giant bovine. His projected voice boomed at the god. "I, Doctor Fate, Last of the Lords of Order, Command you to cease and desist. These people do not deserve your wrath."

Gabe was still wondering what to do when he saw the car flipped up. He gestured with his hand to start a spell, but it was already held in place. His eyes flicked across the ground, looking for whoever else this was. He’d been right. Someone else had known about it. But he couldn’t spot them.

”Iwantf-“ He was distracted by the rising shape to his side, and he stopped speaking from that. Gabe saw the guy and recognised him immediately.

No way. Doctor Fate was here. Doctor Fate himself. Oh this was way too cool. He was actually in a team-up (rather a one-sided one, admittedly) with Doctor Fate. Such thoughts probably would have continued for a long time had a much more horrible one not occurred to him. Fate was a lord of order, and largely took down lords of chaos. And what was much more chaotic than his chaos magic? Not a lot. Hopefully the whole trying to combat the giant rampaging cow thing was enough in his favour.

Gabe missed the construction of the chains, but he knew who did it as he turned back to the cow. He thought that second comment was aimed at him until the statement was completed. Good. Seemed his hoping was correct.

”I hope I’m not meant to have some special greeting too.”

Gabe couldn’t help but feel that defending against it probably wasn’t a viable strategy. Where was there some way of containing a giant cow long term? They had to get rid of it. Just containing it now delayed the issue and wasted their magic.

But then this was Doctor Fate, who indubitably knew better than him how to deal with this sort of situation.

Gabe lifted his hands out in front of him. Iwantthereabarriertokeepciviliansoutofthisarea, Iwantthereabarriertokeepciviliansoutofthisarea, Iwantthereabarriertokeepcivliansout-“

He stopped when he saw a short wall, about chest height, form straight across the street, leaving a closed off area just short of the closest civilian. They’d have to be not particularly smart to be crossing closer than that anyway, but at least it might help later. Possibly.

”Any monster-banishing spells?” It was a long shot.

The magical constructs started to crack. They were a solidly constructed spell, but this was a god. Even with its power reduced by the ages, it still rivaled if not dwarfed Fate's own power. Kent observed Gabe as he went about putting up a barrier to keep the civilians back from it. That was a good thought and the spell looked pretty solid. The kid had potential. That would have to be investigated later. He started wracking his brains for a spell that could do something, anything really.

Kent really had no idea how to deal with something like this. He'd met godlings like this before. Old gods who were no longer worshiped except by a few; Powers so depleted, that they could be fought by beings like him. Containment was obviously a temporary fix. Banishing was a good idea, but it was a lot harder to banish a god than one made it seem. From everything the helm whispered in his ear, he realized that the old god was usually sent out to destroy and release its wrath. The question was who was this giant monstrosity after and who was pulling the strings these days.

The sounds of the magical wikipedia that was his helmet poured knowledge into Kent's mind. There were several banishing spells rattling around in there. He'd have to hack a few of them together and see if it would work. He started to form a rough plan in his head, but he knew that he would need the help of the teenager that was there with him. Fate looked over at the kid and shook his head. "This isn't a normal monster. This is a Sumerian god. The one the constellation Taurus is named for. Something like this hasn't been seen since Gilgamesh and Enkidu's time. The godling has lost much of its power over the years from lack of worship, but he's still pretty strong. Banishing it, is not going to be easy. Possible. But not easy. I see you have some sort of magical talent. I'm going to need your assistance."

There was a sound like cracking wood and a few of the construct chains snapped. The spells were giving way to the beast's incredible power. Fate turned back and stared for a minute. "Damn. I just wanted to get a cup of coffee." His mind readied several defensive and containment spells.

Gabe’s expression fell slightly as he saw the gold chains cracking. Weren’t those constructs meant to be really strong? How strong even was that cow thing? His own barrier seemed to be working well. Admittedly there was absolutely nothing testing it yet, but that didn’t mean it wouldn’t work.

”Right. “God”.” Gabe was loving this far more than he was letting in even if the idea of Sumerian gods didn’t sit well with him. Doctor Fate was like a mythology nerd, and that was just awesome. They were the… Internerdtional Confederation of Wizards. This was why he didn’t make quips, or puns, or anything of that nature, really. He only left a slight pause before his follow-up. ”So is it a holy cow?” There he was again, if anyone needed any more proof. At least he’d only muttered that. Gabe supressed his sigh of recognition at how awful his sense of humour could be.

He was pretty sceptical about this thing actually being a god. Firstly, he was Jewish, so he was not too happy with the idea of this being one. Secondly, why would any deity choose to look like a giant cow? Gods were meant to be omnipotent, that was sort of the point, and there were tons of forms that would be more useful than a giant cow. Heck, even in the giant herbivores department, rhinos could be way more destructive, so that would be a better choice. Thirdly- again with the omnipotence deal- how did not getting worshipped make you weaker? Gabe was pretty sure no one worshipped the Olympians any more but that hadn’t made their blessings on numerous people weaker (and they weren’t gods either).

Right now was probably not the time to be arguing theology. He should really just be happy it wasn’t at its full strength, apparently. That didn’t stop him from wondering how powerful it was at full strength, though.

”It’s called chaos magic, and of course. I wasn’t gonna ditch.” “Some sort of magical talent”, right. He wasn’t sure he’d call his skills “talent”. It was more wishing for things strongly and hoping you didn’t mess up. Wow, that sounded a lot like Pinocchio. Or possibly the end of the Wizard of O- Now probably wasn’t the time to be comparing his life to films (even brilliant ones).

”Pretty sure this is more interesting than whatever you count as coffee.” Coffee was certainly a … unique beverage in a house with half-alien teenagers. Vaguely potable coffee seemed boring in comparison.

”So, to keep up magical energy supplies before trying any banishments, let's not use too many spells before.” He was mostly talking to himself, but also as verification of his thoughts, as he let electricity pass through his arms and into his hands more slowly this time.

"Well, you know. He's more like a leg breaker for an ancient and obscure pantheon. You know how it goes. They send this guy after someone when they want them dead. Or they owe money. So getting rid of it now, figuring out who it's here to kill after."

Fate willed another round of construct chains and covered the beast, while he paused to think of a good way to banish it. His training had only been complete for a few weeks. While, he did have quite a bit of on the job experience, he'd never fought a god before. Kent heard the quip and chuckled under his helmet. "He is indeed a holy cow. It's our job to steer him away."

Chaos magic. That was an interesting phrase. The helmet started funneling knowledge into Kent's brain about it. A wry smile appeared on his face, though it was obscured by the helm. In his mind, he started tearing apart rituals and spells and reorganizing them into something he could use. "Well, I'm glad that you'd like to stick around. Good help is hard to find in this business. I'll give you a free magic lesson for the trouble. Might be useful."

"I sense you have great power. How in control of it are you?" Talent was an understatement. As Thaumaturge gathered energy, Kent sensed the immense magical power within. This would be a two fold plan. They would banish the godling and Kent would show him a thing or two about focusing that power, hopefully. Otherwise, they'd move on to plan D. As soon as he made plan D up.

Gabe almost wanted to rebut that he didn’t know “how it goes”. If he read up on mythology, he tended to read the obscure bits on the more well-known ones, not Sumerian myths. He also didn’t believe that they existed at all, which was not helpful in knowing how they routinely did anything. ”Surely no one’s enough of a threat or annoyance to merit having a huge bull sent after them.” That was probably a stupid question. But it felt like progress for Gabe, who really wasn’t buying about there being any pantheons. ”Scratch that, why would a pantheon owe anyone money? Can’t they just make more or… something?”

Gabe had never even really had training. Everything he knew was from the notes his father had had as a kid that his grandparents had saved, or from working it out himself. That gave Dr Fate more experience and expertise even with his own lack. Gabe smiled a little sheepishly at the response to his pun. He hadn’t expected him to be heard, let alone

”Good help..? Me?” he only questioned that very quietly. Why was Dr Fate referring to him as good help? He had no idea what to do here.

Forget that: a free magic lesson from Dr Fate? Someone had to be kidding him. Gabe actually, genuinely, pinched himself. He knew it was stupid (and if there was one thing he knew from inception tokens had to be things no-one else would guess) but it still felt necessary. ”You really don’t have to do that.” But of course, he’d love it.

”Uh… I haven’t blown up anything yet.” It was a little worrying that that was a reasoning by him to claim he was properly in control of his powers. ”So probably more in control than my dad ever was.” Not that that was hard.

"You'd be surprised. They are very wrathful types. Not above using things on the scale of a nuclear bomb to swat a fly just to make sure they hit the target."

The boy was asking questions. This was good, but Kent could tell that he was lacking confidence. He remembered himself at that age. He wasn't very confident either until Liz came along. He closed his eyes for a moment. Liz. Fate looked over at Thaumaturge. "I more meant whoever the bull's target went. They probably owed the pantheon something and they're tired of waiting for payment. As for the second part of the question... Not really. You can't create something from nothing. Magic always has a cost."

The answer to the question was interesting and Kent smiled, which could be heard in his voice. "Nothing on fire is good. That's so rare in our line of work. Though the day is still young. Something could burn yet." He waved his hand and spoke again, in a resonating tone, "Levitate." Fate floated up a bit and cast the spell on Gabriel, allowing him to come up with him into the air, so that the younger mage could watch, if he chose. "No, I don't, but I feel inclined to. The lesson already started." Doctor Fate's hands moved and a circle of light surrounded the ground the bull god stood on. Symbols and lines started weaving themselves into the circle from the same material. "I'm creating a matrix to absorb the energy of the spell and amplify it. Your banishing spell was good, but it just wasn't powerful enough. We're going to pump it up a bit and see if that doesn't send Taurus Bulba back to the cornfield."

After the design was complete, Fate was satisfied with it. Theoretically, it would hold. It was time to see it in practice. "So, if you could just focus on that and cast your spell, I think we'll be in business. I'm just going to make sure everything holds together." Fate placed his hand on Gabe's shoulder. "I believe in you. As long as you believe in yourself, we should be fine."

Gabe was very surprised at that. "Wait, what? You're saying, if we use that scale, these 'gods' may have sent Old McDonald's out after somebody... Chewing with their mouth open or something?" Gabe was worried this was apparently a common sort of viewpoint for pan'theon's.
"Oh." Gabe's first idea of how to work that out either bar releasing the bull and seeing where it went. Releasing it back out somehow seemed like a bad idea right now. "Tracking spell? Once we've dealt with this beast, tracking somebody will seem even easier." The way he phrased that made him feel slightly awkward about that himself. It sounded creepy. It was still just fact, however.
"Isn't just the magic used enough of a cost? I never seem to have that issue." Although bad luck did seem to follow chaos magic around. Between Wanda and Billy's frequent magical breakdowns him pretty much being okay was almost miraculous.
"I'd rather not have any. Awkward teenager in a cape with magic powers? The fire men love me." Well he was making that up. He'd not actually been involved in fires before, certainly not enough to have a specific reputation. It still seemed a reasoned guess.
Gabe frowned at Dr Fate's spell, but hesitated too long for his protest for it to make much difference. "I can use my own magic to fly too." His too-late protest was only half hearted. Being levitated by Dr Fate was too cool for any real protestations.
Gabe grinned at that response. He'd just expected to be told to come to some site at some future date. This was so many thousands times better. It made up for not being allowed to fly himself apparently.
Gabe watched as the circle, and its accompanying symbols appeared around the beast. He was curious as to how Dr Fate managed to design all of that quite so easily as he seemed to. Gabe didn't deal hugely in circles and symbols- it was more a last resort for him- but when he did he had considerably more thinking time than what Fate just used.
It was bizarre to hear the word "matrix" being used somewhere positively that wasn't a maths lesson. It gave him something that would channel his power, and for a chaos magic wielder, being able to lift some of his self imposed restrictions was big.
The hand on Gabe's shoulder made him jump a little. He was not good with unexpected physical contact, especially not from someone whi was practically a magician's idol, such as Fate.
Though Fate clearly had a lot more faith in Gabe than he had in himself, he was willing to give this a shot. If he had to be the future host, as far as he was aware, of the demiurge, he was going to have to get to grips with controlling his magic and now really seemed like the only oportunity he was getting anytime soon.
Gabe nodded at the instructions, and raised his arms up, one straight out and the other bent and farther back. He shut his eyes as he tried to draw up the available magic he had for this. It was like he was rootling away inside his body for it. It took a few seconds for him to feel like he'd opened up the path for his magic properly (normally he only tapped a short way in), and then his eyes snapped open. Where they had been blue, now they showed pure white, glowing somewhat.
He took a breath in, then forced shat he'd got out through his hands. It was joined by a beam of electricity too, but that was hard to see through the release of matching blue chaos magic.
"Iwantthecowbackwhenceitcame-" He'd seen his dad do banishing spells this like this, cutting it shorter after the first repeat. "backwhenceitcame, backwhenceitcame, BACKWHENCEITCAME." And so he would keep repeating until he was successful, ran out of energy, or was told to stop specifically.
It was so strange to Gabe to not be holding back magic. Normally he was scared of releasing his magic properly, and for good reason. His dad could stop nuclear blasts, and utterly eradicate things from existence and his grandma could change the entire universe. Although he was no where near as experienced, and had no real idea where his upper limits were, he was sure, without a specific focus or restraining himself, he'd be just as dangerous. He was so glad for those magic markings.

"It's possible, I suppose. I'm never really sure who considers what a slight anymore. Especially, gods." Kent shrugged. This was an interesting question. "Some pantheons are more modern about these things. Others, tend to hold on to that old world 'your breathing offends me' kind of mentality. It really depends on who you're crossing. I haven't really crossed the Sumerian pantheon much, so I couldn't tell you."

Fate continued to weave some charms into the matrix to make it hold together with the energies about to be poured into it. "Well, we only use those for good. Never ill. And tracking folks isn't that terribly hard. I'll show you how to do it." Fate laughed a little under the helm. "No one ever wants fire. It just kind of happens some times. We'll work through it. Now, stop fussing. Consider the flying part, me helping you save magic. We could use it."

The energy from Gabriel's spell poured into the matrix and Kent managed to hold it together. The binding spell was failing because that was okay. The kid was charging the matrix and the spell was taking shape. Doctor Fate poured his own energy in and magnified the effect. The important part of the banishing ritual was that Fate be the power source. He was going to allow Thaumaturge to use his will to shape and direct the spell. That was best here. The kid had ways of using magic that were different than Fate's own and that would be helpful against this god. He apparently was expecting Doctor Fate. There was bright flash of light and a sound like thunder cracking. When the flash dissipated, the bull god was gone, leaving only the binding spell, which quickly faded, as Kent dissolved it.

Fate turned to his young charge. "Holy Cow, kid. You're a lot stronger than you look."

”How many deities have you crossed then?” The question seemed justified. With how Fate was describing it, it sounded like he made regular work of angering “deities”. How there were enough pantheons around that Fate could use terms like that was beyond Gabe, even.

”I- yes please.” No one in their right minds would turn down that offer. He was actually smiling with Dr Fate’s comments about the fire.

”Alright.” Gabe was sure that the help with flying was unnecessary, either way.

Gabe was a little stunned at how quickly the spell went, and the sudden disappearance of the cow. He felt the spell working like a sudden tug in the gut pulling his magic out with great intensity. It felt like it had been ripped out of him from every part of his being almost, with only small traces left over. If magic could hollow someone out, that was what had happened.

And now he was seeing the merit in Dr Fate’s levitation spell. It wasn’t that he was going to fall out of the air from it, but without that worry he’d been able to invest more in the spell without worrying about the integrity of his spine a few seconds later if he collided with tarmac.

Gabe took deep breaths, trying to compensate for the lack of magic running through his system with more air. It seemed to help at least a little. He felt bizarre with so little of his magic left.

”Thanks?” He was unsure how to take that. Yes, it was a sign of ability to have been told that, but also, his power justly scared him and to have Dr Freaking Fate backing that was a little worrying. ”I thought I was the one who made awful jokes.”

"Uh... I don't think I have an exact number. I mean, you try not to cross them, but like I said: Some people find certain things more offensive than others. Different cultures and things. Though it's unavoidable at times."

Fate moved them back down towards the ground, slowly. Thaumaturge looked very wobbly on his feet. That was about right. A large expulsion of magic had that effect on beings. Kent knew from experience. "Yeah, and that's why we use the levitation spell. It keeps things from being broken. I speak from experience. First time I did that... Well, the coffee table was never the same. The pavement looked a little harder than that."

Kent cast a quick spell and looked around with his Sight. He could see the little trickles of magic from the cast spell, the greater imprint of the former god and all of it's magic waving around in the air. The good news was that energy that strong would take awhile to dissipate. That would leave Kent some time to make sure that the younger mage was okay. "If you use magic, you're supposed to make bad jokes. That's how that works."

"Well, we have a bit of time, anyway. The mystical signature will stick around for a bit. You look like you need some food and coffee. Because, I think a strong wind will drop you at this point. C'mon. I'll buy you something to get your blood sugar back up."

Just from the sounds of what Fate was describing, Gabe was very sure there were some interesting stories to be told there. At some point, maybe not when he was conked out of magic, he was going to have to ask about that.

Gabe gave Dr Fate a puzzled look about his recollections. That didn’t seem to make any sense at all. But then, he was dealing with an extremely powerful sorcerer, why would it have to?

As Gabe’s feet hit the ground, he felt the shudder through his body. He knew that impact hadn’t meant to be hard, but the magic had taken enough out of him that he felt like he was going to drop at that point. Out of sheer willpower he stayed standing. Though the depth of his breathing was quite impressive. Gabe tried to level it out, and after a few breaths could still feel that his hands, at the very least, were obviously shaking.

”Well, the levitating makes more sense now.” He had definitely wobbled as he was set down.

”You’d have thought, with the magic between us, we could conjure up a good one though. Just occasionally.” When Gabe looked around, all he could see if what had happened was the damage by the giant cow, but he could practically feel traces of his magic around the scene. He had a feeling that was what Fate meant by a mystical signature.

”I’m down for food and coffee. Long as it’s Kosher and edible, we’re good.” Gabe had no intention to make Dr fate pay for him though. He had some money on him. He didn’t need to owe money to people. ”Not sure about the “strong” wind part.” It felt to him like most winds could manage it, to be frank.

At Gabe's puzzled look, Kent sighed and shook his head. "I tried to fly the first time I used a powerful spell... in the living room. I exhausted myself and fell through the table. Shattered it to splinters. My parents were... less than thrilled."

"Hm... The magic is a different form than what I use. Makes sense, I guess. But I haven't seen anything like this before." Kent watched the trickles of magic and the patterns they made. The magic was old and had a different configuration than the kind he used. He could tell by the patterns in the actual magical energy fields. "Yeah, that's pretty much why I offered. I didn't want you to crash land. It sucks."

The articles of Fate disappeared and Kent stretched, cracking his neck a little bit. He stuck his hands in his pockets and looked around. "I don't think it works that way. But I'm not the expert on comedic timing. I think we'd need Spider-Man or Robin or something for that. I stay out of their areas, and they stay out of mine."

"Kosher... Hm... You know, the bagel place I just came from does Kosher, I believe. The owner's originally from New York City. They make a hell of a bagel. Best I've had without actually going to New York."

Gabe was still confused at that story, but for rather different reasons. Namely how he could be flying so high in a normal room that his fall could shatter any sort of table, even a coffee table. A little aspect, too, on how he had managed to get his parents to actually see him with any magic.

”It’s chaos magic. Most people don’t use it if they can use something else, from what I’ve seen. I don’t get a choice in that, though.” Gabe gave a little sheepish smile at the crash-landing commentary. He’d done his fair share of crashing landings when he’d first got his powers and worked out how to use them. He had crashed into quite a few trees, as well as the back wall of his house before he’d worked it out.

”You just suited down where everyone can see,” Gabe said, in a tone which was more questioning than just stating the obvious. That just seemed like a really bad plan to him; showing another hero was no real risk but if someone recorded anything… Well, Gabe would be very worried for his family.

Gabe bit his lip slightly as he realised that Fate had been taking his comment seriously. He didn’t really want to correct that. ”Is that because the jokes are too annoying, or just geography?”

Gabe smiled at the sound of that suggestion. ”Sounds good. I think I’ll need it, too.” Gabe really wasn’t sure how he was going to handle getting back home in his current state, and any energy he could get quickly would be appreciated. For that matter, he wasn’t sure how he was going to handle changing out of costume. It wasn’t like he carried around a bag of clothing, and he was pretty much fresh out of magic.