The Great and Powerful Oz

“What the fuck…” Minerva gasped quietly as the smoke about her cleared. Certainly wasn’t an LSD trip – she had learned the difference by then. What was going on, where was she? New York was weird, but it certainly wasn’t this weird.

Walking outside of the city was something that happened often for him. Simply because sometimes he needed a breather. He needed to step out and see the city from a new angle.

Yeah, right. Like that was ever going to happen.

At the very least, he needed to get up and move. He still had to find his heart. That was enough of a reason for him to move around and try to forget about what he had been through the last few years. But why, oh why, was this nurse so convinced that he should stay put? She had been bothering him for ages, and he wasn’t to sure if he was grateful or annoyed. That curse seems to have completely affected parts of his personality, he was annoyed much easier than normal.

He pulls on a dark green trench coat he had managed to find as the woman continues to speak. She made some good points, but that doesn’t mean he wants her to tag along. 

Then again, hadn’t he put a spell on the jar so he couldn’t open it? He’d need someone else there to open that at least. He sighed, rubbing a hand over his face. He looks horrible, he knows without looking into a mirror. He’s barely slept over the course of staying in the hospital, and he barely got any sleep every day he was under that stupid curse.

He blinks as someone speaks nearby. His korean is honestly still a little shaky, but he knows what the other is staying. “Cute.” He said, agreeing and giving a small nod. 

The voice threw him off-guard. He was extremely sure that the voice did not come from his twin– even a normal person would notice that the speaker didn’t know Korean very well. Haneul nearly turned to where he assumed the voice was coming from before a stranger came over and started petting the kitten.

When the book hits the Tinman’s head, he almost cringes at sound that is echoing afterwards. With that done he motions his hand down and all the books move downwards, out of the air and gathering in different stacks across the room. 

It was presence, he maintained, not practicality, which saw one through.

Oz’s methods of ruling were a mystery at best, a downright oddity at worst. Did Ozma spend so much time on paperwork? Did Glinda? Locasta? Nick certainly couldn’t run the West in such a way. He left that kind of time wasting to Scarecrow.

With deliberate slowness, Nick turned back to slot the book away, confident that his own silent disapproval could say what he hadn’t. The look was damaged somewhat by the jaunty angle at which Oz’s book had knocked the Tin man’s hat. He hadn’t noticed.

He pulls himself up after the embarrassment somewhat subsides and stands up. “I actually got some sleep last night, actually.” He said, looking at the papers and books scattered around the room. Really, alot of it wasn’t the paperwork he had been complaining about. Some of it was yes, but everything else were simply something to pass the time. Books on magic and history -- things he is expected to know, but he doesn’t.

It wasn’t his fault, really. His succession of the role of the Wizard of Oz was rushed thanks to his father getting to injured to continue. He hadn’t had the proper time to learn everything - the best time to learn it was behind closed doors when others expected him to be working. 

“.....there isn’t one of those meetings soon, is there?”