SEVENTY-TWO: My Daughter is An Alien Honors Student

SEVENTY-TWO: My Daughter is An Alien Honors Student

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Hola, Dragon Rabbit! Alden said cheerfully to the faceless and nameless errand runner on the other end of the voice call. Muchas gracias por laclothing. Ropa? Ropa! Muchas gracias.

He was planning to try for a higher score on the Spanish language proficiency exam soon.

Youre welcome, said Dragon Rabbit.

Oh no, thought Alden, taking a sip of his coffee and waving off the guy from 912 who was trying to offer him half and half. Im so bad he switched to English on me.

A girl he didnt know from the eighth floor slid a notebook across the counter to him.

Today is Spree day for our intake group, Alden said, glancing down at the orders the girl had taken from the fifteenor maybe it was twenty now?other Rabbits whod invited themselves over to Aldens apartment at four in the morning to do prep.

According to Emilija, it was Natalies fault. She kept telling people how nice Alden was whenever they asked about the weird moon castaway whod hired her with his moon castaway money. And since he had empty rooms

Apparently we need mohinga, mangu with los tres golpes, and two dozen mini cheesecakes? He blinked down at the order. Hed offered to feed them all so that they would stay away from his fridge full of meals from Natalie. He'd seen the variety of things on offer in the dorm cafeteria before, so he didn't know why he'd been expecting them to request bagels and donuts.

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Of course he could find a multinational breakfast hours before restaurants were open.

Thank you. I also have a list of things that should be delivered to me via drone periodically throughout the day.

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That did make sense. Its mostly tech. A laptop. Some headphones. Ive got the model numbers.

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What about an Artonan-made tablet capable of accessing Anesidoran WiFi networks?

Alden had gotten really used to the tablets at the lab. And Neha had one. So they did exist on Earth.

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What does something like that cost?

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Yeah. Okay.

While Dragon Rabbit figured out prices, Alden watched a guy who was going around insta-shining all the metal in the room. He did a girls earrings, a boys brand new watch, some bracelets, a computer case, aluminum eyeglasses, and even the kitchen sink.

Alden felt someone else brush by him, and a second later, all the wrinkles fell out of his clothes. They werent even the ones he was wearing today. Hed just thrown them on when people started pouring in.

The hairdresser and makeup girl from downstairs were in full swing, too. People were getting clipped, brushed, and improved at an alarming pace. And there was a strange rhythm to the chaos, caused by crafty Rabbits making messes everywhere and cleany Rabbits running along behind them and magically tidying up.

Presumably, similar scenes were taking place all over the Warren.

As Alden finished with the errand runner, a schedule popped up on the intake Spree day group chat. He glanced through it, shaking his head in amusement. Hadiza was on beautification duty. Shed be standing by the counselors desk, zapping everyones stuff with her skill to make it look better before they headed out for the day.

Alden escaped to his bedroomthe one place in the apartment that wasnt full of other peopleand got dressed. Hed bought a dark blue long-sleeved shirt from the gym. The name was printed on it in Artonan logograms. It was how some businesses on Anesidora tried to imply language-inclusivity without having to use tons of different ones in their marketing materials. The English translation was North of North Wellness Center for the Body and Mind.

North had eliteness connotations on Anesidora because Apex was north of F-City. Crescent moons did, too, because of the northern islands shape. Which was why the gym logo was a man leaping from the bottom tip of a crescent to the top.

Alden personally considered the shirt to be sufficiently snobby for Spree day, but when he emerged from his room, one of the other boys immediately asked if he was going to go with the group of Rabbit guys whod booked a personal shopping guide to take them around the luxury brand stores at Rosa Grove Mall and deck them out.

This is it for me, Alden said, grabbing some meal prep containers from the fridge and tucking them into his magic bag. The books were still in System storage, but now that he was closer to his new metaphysical normal and didnt feel like the bag was biting him every time he opened it, hed been carrying it around. Im a subtle conspicuous consumer.

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Im going to have a big expensive laptop dropped on me from the sky. Its very Rabbit. I promise. He adjusted the note on the fridge door that told people Natalie Choir would be mad at them if they ate his food, then he headed out.

He stopped on the eighth floor to get a schedule update from Neha. A group of Rabbits, most of whom werent technically participating in the Spree, were gathered around Hadiza having every small item they owned beautified.

Alden plowed through the group to talk to the counselor.

Howd interview Number 2 go yesterday? she asked.

Alden wrinkled his nose. I officially made it through to the final interview, so we dont have to blow up my life plan and start over. It wasokay.

That much fun?

The interviewers had been an alumni trio from the school who were taking the weekend off to help out at their alma mater. The interview had been more personal and way less passive aggressive than the first one, at least.

I think they felt sorry for me.

Neha blinked. In what way?

Hard to pinpoint. Maybe it was the B-rank thing? Maybe it was the Rabbit had a traumatic experience and now wants to be a hero thing?

Probably the second one, said Neha. Or a combo.

I mean, Ill take a pity acceptance into hero school if thats what I have to do, but its not my first choice. I'd rather--

Hadiza!

Neha stood up from her chair, and Alden spun around to see all the Rabbits around Hadiza leaning over her worriedly. Shed slumped to the floor.

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You wore out yourpower, Alden said.

At the same time, Neha said, Skill fatigue.

The intake counselor raised an eyebrow at him.

I used to drop just like that.

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Several of the others were nodding in agreement.

A few people have a synesthesia issue when they overuse their main skill, Neha explained. When they hit the wall magically, they feel like theyre done physically and mentally, too. Its usually a newbie thing. And its more common in Rabbits. Shell be fine after a nap.

Oh. It actually makes sense for it to be more common in Rabbits, Alden realized while he watched people try to coax Hadiza onto her feet so that they could take her back to her room. Such a large percentage of their authority was bound into a skill on first affixation that they didnt have much else keeping them grounded. If you tired out your skill as a brand new Rabbit, then youd tired out most of yourself.

And if you had the synesthesia thing

Shell really be fine, Alden said to one of Hadizas friends, who was wringing her hands while they waited for the elevator. I did that once and fell asleep in the floor of a laboratory on Artona III. Its a little like short-term magical muscle fatigue. Three hours later, I was back to normal.

It usually takes longer than that to bounce back, Neha said. She was holding Hadiza upright with one arm. But hes right. Shes not hurt.

Alden felt guilty. Hed have to apologize to Hadiza tonight and explain why his messenger bag was a harder target than shed thought.

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Alden chose to bike all the way from the dorms to the Teleportation Complex.

Hed been using magic again for about a week, and his trait was back in action when he called on it. But although he knew he needed more practice running with it in an urban environment, and there was enough groundish material around to make it work, he hadnt liked it at all the few times hed given it a try so far.

Hed mostly used Azure Rabbit in wide open spaces until nowones without other moving objects in them. Screwing up and smacking into a wall at the lab was fine. Screwing up and launching himself into oncoming traffic or some nice elderly F-rank who was out for a walk would be awful.

Realistically I dont think I would do either of those things, he thought as he cruised past the place where Aimi Velra had once kidnapped him while he was feeding the ducks. Im not a klutz. But I still think Ill stick with practicing in parks for now.

Anyway, Bobby would be annoyed if he hurt himself. Shed had the gyms gait analysis person come and take video of him running yesterday, and they were trying to figure out if his form was the reason hed screwed up his knees on Moon Thegund or if it was just a case of it being too physically demanding for very long distances.

There was also superhuman exercise etiquette to consider on the walkways. The faster person was supposed to avoid the slower one. People got pissed if you were obviously using super speed on the far right of shared jogging paths, but they also got pissed if you werent obviously using super speed on the far left.

Alden couldnt quite figure out where the happy middle running location for non-Brutes with a funky movement power was. At least the bike lanes were delineated with paint almost everywhere. It was hard to mess that up.

And bicycles counted as carrying for his skill as long as he was pedaling. So that was cool. He could also stand on trains and buses and shift his weight from foot to foot. He was still working on how to overcome the limitation. Now that he knew to look for it, hed managed to sense it over the past few days, but it wasnt really graspable in the way the functional parts of his skill were. It was more like a light fog permeating the whole thing.

He was either going to have to wait a few years for it to fade like shed said it would

No.

Or shred it up somehow with his authority.

Appealing, but I dont think I actually know how to do that.

Or, he was supposed to do the perception thing.

Its probably that. It seems like exactly the sort of magic that would respond to a change in mental state.

If the moving-around-with-your-object requirement was designed by ancient wizards to teach new Avowed profound lessons about being the Bearer of All Burdens, perception should be a good way to work around that. Or maybe even to prove that you didnt need the teaching tool anymore.

Whenever he was awake, Alden was pretty much always in possession of an entrusted object lately. It seemed like the best way to tackle the problem. Right now it was one of the enamel bunny pins theyd given all the Rabbits in their welcome bags. Hed gotten someone to pass it to him, and it was currently tucked in his jeans pocket.

I forgot I was carrying it again, he berated himself as he jumped off the bike and left it in one of the racks outside the Teleportation Complexs main entrance.

The pin was so little. And easy to hold. And his power had chilled out enough that he wasnt thinking about it all the time like he had been.

The pin stayed preserved as long as he followed the rules of the skill, but forgetting about it was a problem when he was supposed to be trying to perceive it as a minor burden.

Keep my skill wrapped around my item. Keep it preserved. Feel the item with my authority.

It was his new mantra.

And he thought maybe that the last sentence was going to be a very important one for him. Eventually.

It was a long-term goal.

The skill came with those interesting illusory tactile features that made it possible for Alden to feel the texture, shape, and weight of the things he held.

It had been useful. Holding onto something you couldnt properly feel would be hard. But Alden now had an additional sense to work with, and he was betting there would be benefits if he could somehow get the skills tactile component to acknowledge that. If he could get it to register him touching the things he carried with his authority, maybe new doors would open.

The only physical object hed ever managed to touch and feel like that was his auriad. Right now, he could trace the loops of it around his wrist.

If its possible with that, it should be possible for my preserved burdens, too.

Alden hoped it wasnt just wishful thinking on his part.

The skill was made for Avowed, not wizards. But surely the designers would have made it flexible enough to work with a sense that they themselves had possessed?

And my authority is whats being the most fundamentally burdened. The bound authority of the skill is the only part of me actuallytouching the item. If anything it should work better if I can feel it that way, too. Its logical.

Hed begun trying to train himself to do it in a couple of different ways. And one of his favorite training toys was located here at the Teleportation Center.

He headed into the building and toward the main atrium. He beelined for the customer service desk, and he beamed at the jerkface whod been rude to him for being a non-resident when he came for Hannahs funeral.

No, said the man as soon as he spotted Alden. You cant

Id like a NesiCard, please, Alden said.

Youre an Avowed. You have the System. You dont need the debit card for children and visitors.

But I want one. And theres no rule against it. You looked it up last time.

Why?!

Why dont you want to give me one? Its not like its hard.

Alden stuck out his thumb toward the mans fingerprint scanner insistently.

What did you do with the last three I gave you?!

I broke them.

You broke

It was an accident. Im very clumsy.

With debit cards. That you do not need.

Alden nodded.

Why dont you just hand him one? the woman beside him whispered. We have a whole stack.

Theyre not for him. What does an Avowed need a card for?!

I like them.

Alden stared at him. What did you want me to do? Just say.

I kind of wanted to see the spell.

Aldens mind immediately went to his auriad. Wait. Thats not right. Jeremy doesnt know about that.

He wasnt sure if he was going to mention his ability to do non-Avowed magic at all, and if he did, he wasnt going to do it out in public. Who knew how many audial Brutes there might be around?

Then Jeremy added, I didnt want to ask because I know you have to use an ingredient for it, but I thought you probably kept some with you all the time anywaywhy are you making that face?

Okay, said Alden, just to be clear, I didnt exactly forget I had the Haunting Sphere spell impression.

He could literally feel that he did right this second if he thought about it. But it was the least interesting, and very nearly the least wanted, part of his entire affixation. And hed been interested in testing the rest of his powers ever since he actually regained the ability to use them.

Id also like to remind you that I was busy at LeafSong, and then I was in a corruption field with no shopping opportunities.

Alden, said Jeremy, youre not serious.

And, you know, it was a spell I chose specifically because I thought it might be a little useful for support hero work, which Im not currently as sure

Youve been on Anesidora for weeks now!

True It did look worse if you didnt know that hed only been magically functional for a matter of days.

You have a whole magic spell youve never done? You do? Youre an Adjuster nut! You wanted cool spells so bad when you were picking your stuff that you complained about the Rabbit options for like an hour. Boe and I thought you were never going to decide. How could you not have tried the one you got?

I can make tiny flames to light candles now, too, Alden said. Since it was included on the fake profile it was fair game for showing off. I really love that one.

Jeremy was still looking at him like hed never seen him before.

We should go to a Wright shop, Alden said quickly. And buy thethingthe ball thing that makes that spell happen.

Jeremy gasped. Did you forget what the ingredient was called?

No.

I see your eyes twitching. Youre looking it up on your interface! What kind of an Avowed are you?

One who absolutely knows the name of his own spell ingredient. Its a temper sphere. Of course. Lets go get one.

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The nearest Wright shop was a place that looked like a hardware store, if all the smaller items in the hardware store were stuffed into various kinds of vending machine and all the larger ones were locked in cages with signs on them saying you had to ask for assistance.

This is uninviting, Jeremy said, staring into one of the machines. It was full of pouches of colored liquids. Some of them had things in them that looked like chunks of rock. Im really getting the feeling that Im not supposed to touch the merchandise.

If you could see what I can see youd be even more concerned.

He was peering into the neighboring machine. Everything in it was sealed in metal tubes that were showing up as EXPLOSIVE GRADE 3 TINKERING LICENSE REQUIRED on his interface. The prices were also provided through the System. Combined with all the buttons, dials, and packages that were glowing thanks to his Sympathy for Magic, Alden felt like he needed sunglasses for his brain.

He shifted his grip on the cat carrier and watched an Asian woman in coveralls direct an electric dolly down the aisle. It had a bunch of bizarrely shaped metal tubes on it.

Itd be hard to be a Wright, said Jeremy. You can stink at being one. Can you imagine how depressing it would be to get a bunch of spells and skills to help you build something amazinglike magic cannons. But then you justcouldnt pull them all together and engineer the actual cannons because you were missing one talent? Or you were bad at figuring out how?

I dont think its actually that much of a problem for them. They have all the workshops for people who dont have magical engineering skills or full item-creation packages. Even if youre an unleveled F-rank you can still be the guy who just makes the cannons trigger or something.

Yeah, but nobody wants to be the superhuman who spends all day making triggers.

Youd be surprised! someone called from the next aisle over. Good magic triggering mechanisms can sell for a lot of argold!

Jeremys face turned beet red. I didnt think I was talking that loud, he whispered.

I didnt think you were either.

You werent!

Both of them looked up in surprise to see a manso covered in gear that he was leaning cyborgfloating up and over the vending machines toward them. His accent was pure Anesidoran, and his System name tag was up. It seemed he was using it as a business card:

[Techno Tarek]

[S-rank Wright ]

[If I cant make it, I know someone who can. ]

Ive got convo picks in my ears. Made by me! He pointed at his ears. Better than your usual hearing aides because they only pick up stuff youre actually interested in. Ive got hover gear made by my wife! Its experimental, but there are heroes using it in Delhi and Rome. Ive got visual layer penetration goggles made by my son! Hes fresh out of uni.

He paused for breath. And Ive got a murder ribbon launcher. Made by my baby girl.

Jeremys face was alarmed.

Whats a murder ribbon? Alden asked slowly.

Im glad you asked, Alden Thorn.

You know my name? He didnt have his tag turned on.

Observe! The murder ribbon

The Wright pulled a bulky squarish gun out of a holster on his belt. It looked like one of those things people used to shoot dollar bills. Alden and Jeremy both took a step back, but the man pointed it down the aisle and pulled the trigger.

A hot pink ribbon a few inches wide shot out of it rapidly. It cut itself off at thirty or so feet and drifted toward the floor so slowly that for a moment Alden wondered if it was actually levitating. After several seconds, before it reached the concrete, the whole thing flash-burned away into nothing with a sizzling sound. It smelled like burnt hair.

Jeremy was giving Alden a look that said he expected the Avowed to deal with the other, crazier Avowed.

Doesdoes that actually kill people somehow? Alden asked.

If it did, should he be using it indoors? In a place full of people?

Tarek scratched his head. My daughter is fifteen. Shes just starting out. Murder ribbon might be an overly ambitious name for her first prototype. But it does give you a second degree burn if you grab it at the wrong moment!

He held up his hand proudly to show them a ribbon-wide, blistered patch of skin on his palm.

There was a buzzing noise, and all of the sudden, a womans voice sounded over the stores intercom. Tarek! Stop hawking your familys stuff to my customers! How many times have I told you

But Im your best customer, Bridget!

You are not!

Im definitely in the top ten!

Leave the kids alone, or Ill cancel your frequent shopper discount!

Tarek put the ribbon launcher back in its holster. He leaned over to Alden and whispered, You should buy it. Its Spree day, and somebunny has money.

Um

NO! shouted Bridgets voice from the speaker system. Stop freaking out the new islanders, Tarek. New boy, hes not a mind reader in disguise. His fathers the Informant. Tareks just got infogear screwed into his skull.

That only made Alden slightly less concerned. The Informant was an old Wright who made cheap magical wearables that were popular on Anesidora, and in a few countries where they were legal. In exchange for the fact that they were sold below cost, they monitored and recorded things that happened around the wearer and sent the intel to the Informants private data collection center.

People said that the Informant could look at someone and get a full read-out through his infogear of everything about them that he would find useful. The wearables supposedly only recorded info that had been shared in public spaces, so it wasnt against the law here on Anesidora.

I guess my name and the fact that Im a Rabbit in the intake dorms isnt private. It was unsettling to wonder what else Tarek knew, though.

He smiled at Alden while the unseen shop owner continued to yell at him through the intercom. Temper spheres are on aisle eleven. White vending machine. Third item from the left on the top row. Good job surviving space, by the way. Ive been a few times. Wild out there in the big universe, isnt it?

Itis, Alden said. "Thank you."

The Wright waved and left before his frequent shopper discount could be cancelled.

It just hit me that youre really going to be living here, said Jeremy after a minute. With super people.

Me too.

Youre gonna be okay, right?

I hope so.

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When they got back to the dorms, Alden was relieved to see that his apartment was his again.

This place is spotless, said Jeremy, looking around at everything. Your pinball machine is so shiny.

The other Rabbits are good about tidying up after themselves. At least the new ones are. Nobodys gotten bored with their cleaning skills yet.

Alden set the cat carrier down and opened the door so Victor could wander the place. He wasnt sure how long he was planning to keep the cat here. Jeremy and Connie thought he needed company from home and had insisted that he give it a try. And half of Jeremys family was allergic, so it seemed good to give them a break.

But pets arent a great choice for student dorm life, are they?

Even if they were allowed at school, Alden would be busy with classes most of the time. And Victor had never been a cat that would tolerate being locked up in the house. It was like trying to keep a tornado in a cupboard.

Although now

While the cat went to sniff the fridge, Alden set his bag on the sofa and pulled out the carton of temper spheres hed bought. It looked like an egg carton, with twelve glass balls half-filled with glittery sand in the cups instead of eggs.

Despite the fact that they looked like soap bubbles, they were supposed to be tough enough to throw around and even stand on, so Alden chucked one across the apartment into the kitchen. It bounced across the faux-wood floor and stopped beside the door.

You just point, and say its name, and it happens, right? Jeremy asked in an eager voice.

I think so.

He could also do a mental target and command. But he figured he might as well start with the basics.

He pointed at the ball and said, Haunting Sphere.

What happened next was interesting. And shockingly easy. But having experienced normal casting, Alden wouldnt be willing to describe it as enjoyable.

He felt the spell impression come alive. A glowing light provided by his interface surrounded the sphere. The hand he was pointing with made a series of rapid signs hed never learned. His mouth whispered a word he didnt know. His focus narrowed onto the glass orb until there was almost nothing else in the room.

Then the temper sphere disappeared. Aldens brain snapped back to normal. About five heartbeats later, a loud high-pitched scream filled the apartment.

Jeremy jumped.

Victor yowled and skittered out of the kitchen to hide under the pinball machine.

The scream lasted a few seconds, and then it faded. The sphere was still invisible. A notification popped up telling Alden the ball would remain invisible for three hundred and seven more seconds, and he could make it scream again if he wanted.

He dropped his hand, clenching and unclenching his fingers to try to rid himself of the feeling of having them puppeteered by the spell impression.

So thats how it works, he said. Im glad the apartments are well sound proofed, or they would have heard that across the entire floor.

Its so cool! Jeremy said. The balls still over there, right? Can I pick it up?

I dont think thatll mess up the spell. Theres no warning against it or anything.

Jeremy hurried over to pick up the sphere, and they spent the next three minutes passing it back and forth, being impressed with the fact that there really was a completely invisible object in their hands.

Wait! said Alden, a flash of inspiration coming to him. I wasnt thinking. Let me

He targeted Jeremy, and held out his hand. His friend passed him the sphere, and he wrapped his skill around it.

The preservation activated. The orb stayed invisible.

Alden held it between his fingers curiously. Now. If it just wasnt a ball the size of an egg, I would have an invisible shield.

Can I? Jeremy mimed thumping the ball, and Alden nodded.

Stepping from foot to foot still, he held his palm flat with the ball resting on it, and Jeremy flicked his finger over it.

A little too high. You missed.

Jeremy flicked lower, and Alden felt the impact.

Why doesnt it fly off your hand? Jeremy thumped it again. You dont even have your fingers around it.

Because youre not really touching it. Youre touching a layer of preservation magic. The dumb thing is that Im not touching it with my hand either, but it has physical weight to it. The glass even feels a little bit cool. And if I dont grip it, it still does this

He flipped his palm over and there were a series of thumps and the sound of an invisible ball rolling across the floor.

Im working on fixing that, Alden said.

Fixing it? Jeremy looked surprised. Is it broken?

No. It seems to be a core feature. Not a design flaw. But I really hope it can do just a little more on this front than its shown me so far.

Dont be so hard on Let Me Take Your Luggage. I think its bombfor a B-rank skill. And youve already started leveling it.

It is good, Alden thought. Very, very good. And also expensive in ways I dont want to explain.

I hope Celena North agrees with you, he said. Ive got power testing this coming Saturday.