@speedingly

[ Best Uncle Ever ]: Word on the street is that there’s someone impersonating me in the city. Likes to stick his nose into everything. Looks a lot like me. 

Zach did a lot of work after the theatre closed alone. The whole ‘magician never reveals his secrets’ bit was still true in many regards and he didn’t trust anyone but himself to look over several of the props he used in each performance. He’d just finished looking over the water torture tank and had sealed it up again when he heard the sound of a door slamming at the back of the theatre and crouched a little as he snuck forward.

Arms at the ready to face off against a would-be thief or even something worse. He was surprised when he saw a panting guy about his age who he recognised from that damn league meeting a little while back. Straightening up he crossed his arms. “You’re one of the District X lot right? What’re you doing here?” he asked. This late he was pretty sure the ‘curfew’ was gonna kick off any moment. Not that it mattered when he could portal from building to building. 

Zach hadn’t planned on visiting the District but he did want to see if there was anything he could help with; while he’d not done much during the attack save to get people evacuated he was a dab hand at repairing buildings and damaged roads, inanimate things had always been easy for him to manipulate. So he was offering his services, more open to it now it seemed he wouldn’t be incarcerated for the task and had fixed about thirty or so windows and a damaged wall by the time he saw a familiar face (for once) walking at regular pace.

“Tommy?” he asked, heading over and noting the other’s cast. It was green, definitely a theme to this one. “I guess even speedsters don’t get out of all things unscathed.” he gestured at the injury, “Want my autograph?” Zach smirked, at least trying to put on his usual behaviour.