"Welco to Sale and Swindell. How may I help you today?"
Emma said nothing as she led Sir Bearington to the desk: the receptionist showing no reaction to the bear. The floor, too, held up without trouble; the gold not shifting an inch beneath Sir Bearington's steps, leading Emma to suspect it was rely gold plating over sothing much more durable.
[Ask for a thousand Thrones from the account of Ana Gram.]
Anagram? Really?
Despite Emma's misgivings, she dutifully repeated the request to the bank teller, receiving a blank stare in return. Thankfully, he didn't question the na as he typed sothing on his computer: the first working computer Emma had seen since the apocalypse, she realised.
[The internal workings are powered by magic, not electricity. By design, most magical equipnt is kept off-grid and self-sufficient, to minimise ordinary people stumbling upon it. That said, the front-end user interface has steadily converged with modern technology in recent decades. It makes life easier for everyone: instead of training employees on so novel system, just give them a keyboard and screen. They'll have a general idea how to use it, just from everyday experience.]
"I can see your account is still active, Miss Gram," The receptionist confird after a few monts of clicking around. "As it has not been accessed in over one hundred years, we will require so proof of identity, and an update on your current circumstances. Please fill out this standard questionnaire, in your indicated lingua franca."
A twenty page form was promptly produced, alongside a clipboard and pen for Emma's convenience.
It was the first ti she'd gotten to see Babel Fish at work: a very curious situation where she instinctively knew the aning of each word before her eyes, and also knew it to be Mycenaean Greek, despite this being her first ti ever seeing it.
"Figures that a visit to the bank would include plenty of paperwork," Emma sighed. "Let's get this over with: first up, full na and date of birth."
Thus prompted, Edith began to feed her the right answers, and the familiar monotony of pen on paper comnced.
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"We're off to see the wizard
The wonderful wizard of Oz
We hear he is a whiz of a Wiz
If ever a Wiz there was."
"We're not even in Australia!" Tom groaned, chasing after his teacher with great, leaping strides that carried him five yards forward with every step.
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It was still not enough to catch up though; not when his teacher could fly.
"Ho is where the heart is," Amal Gam laughed. "And today I feel particularly Australian."
"That's not how it works," Tom snorted, betrayed by the slight upward twitch of his lip.
He fully understood Amal's excitent though; as this was the first year in decades where the two of them could approach their destination openly. Stonehenge, after all, was one of England's most famous tourist attractions, and visitors could be found there every day of the year (except for Christmas Day). That ant travel had to follow mortal norms; Amal usually arrived on public transport, while Tom would use his trusty mail van. Today though, the path was clear and the skies blue and beautiful; much as they had been back during the Second World War, the last ti they had such freedom to maneuver.
Bombs, at the end of the day, relied upon chemical reactions; leaving them powerless before a Master alchemist capable of rendering them inert in an instant. That wasn't to say the coast was completely clear though.
"Is it just , or have the demons been getting bigger?" Tom asked, spotting a mammoth demon off in the distance, chewing upon the collapsed trunk of an oak tree.
Five more of its kind could be seen further away, churning the land in pursuit of sustenance.
"They have," Amal confird, squinting slightly.
Amal's eyes shimred as contact lenses were conjured and fitted in place, compensating for his lacking vision at a distance: sothing he'd had since childhood, never mind his thirties that the philosopher's stone had returned to him. Now properly focused on the target, Amal joined his hands together to form a triangle: invoking the aspect of Sulfur. A small exertion of will, and the mammoth ignited wholesale; fur and flesh burning away over the course of just a few seconds, leaving only a blackened skeleton in place.
"We'll have to do so cleaning beforehand," Amal grunted. "We're the first ones here, so it's up to us to lay the groundwork. Can't have animals making a ss just a mile from Stonehenge.
"Remind why we set out so early?" Tom huffed, though he didn't disagree.
Taking a deep breath, his body glowed gold as the power of the Sun nourished its chosen. Lowering himself for a crouching start, Tom's next step took him five hundred yards, slamming into a mammoth at just under the speed of sound. His open palm t an oversized face; his palm won, caving all it touched inward with the force of his blow. He repeated the feat on the remaining four, leaving five stains on the ground where they once walked.
"A ten percent increase in size over our two months of travelling," Amal noted. "No greater resistance to Tom's blows; not surprising, when faced with the strongest Body Cultivator in England. Still, that rate of developnt is worrying: it takes heavy weapons or esoteric magic to overco such demons en masse, and neither are readily available for most mortal settlents. The increased availability of mana is a benefit, of course, but perhaps it requires a bit more direction. Summoning so many demons bereft of guidance is just wasteful."
Floating closer to the ground now, Amal spared a glance at Stonehenge itself; a bleached white ring lain mostly in ruin.
"The demons first," Amal decided. "Once we've cleared the periter, then we can see to the raising of the stones."
Tom was good at that; the stones were remarkably resistant to magic, but not his strength.
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"Done," Emma exhaled, rubbing her sore wrist as the receptionist examined her answers.
She'd gone in expecting mostly multiple choice, only to be surprised by several sections of the questionnaire requiring answers in essay form.
"Now, can we finally get our money?"
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