Kora stared irritably at the keychain tchotchkes sitting on her palm. A second ago, they had been a full-blown sword and shield, complete with runes and shimmering auras. Now, they were tiny versions of their former selves.
“What the hell?” She held the keyring between her index and middle finger, dangling it before her like a dead mouse.
“Um…fuck.” Peter scratched his temple. “Atriya wouldn’t have given you a bum piece of gear, would he?”
Eun’s eyes lit up. “They need to recharge.”
“You sure?” Peter asked.
“Not really.” Eun shrugged. “But it makes sense, right? I mean…”
Kora muttered, “If we could examine these artifacts at the aetheroscopic level, then—”
Eun palmed the center of her forehead. “Duh. Of course.”
“What?” Peter prompted.
Instead of answering, she marched over to his desk, opened a baggie of zen zaps, and ate a handful. Her pupils bounced outward in a quick dilation, then shrank back down.
“Okay,” she said. “My perception’s Slideways. There’s a bar above the sword and one above the shield…” She pointed at the air above the sword, then moved her finger a few degrees left, indicating the air above the shield. “They’re mostly black, with just a little bit of green coming in from the left. Like video game life bars.”
“Oh shit.” Peter maowed down some zaps. “Okay…cool. I see them too.”
Kora sighed, relieved. “So all we have to do is wait for these to charge.”
“Well we don’t know for sure,” Eun said. “We’d have to run a—”
Suddenly, the door to Peter’s room banged open. The teens started in surprise, but it was just the Bite Mobile, now in bicycle form.
“Holy shit,” Peter breathed. “You scared me, buddy.”
The bike trundled in. A segmented kickstand extended from its circuitry-lined gears and it leaned sideways, propping itself up. Its central holopad lit with Bitefighter’s semblance. The extradimensional creature took a knee, scribbling busily on his light-formed whiteboard. He held it up for all to see.
Eun is correct! Recharge for twenty three hours! Use wisely!
Kora looked again at her keychain. “Damn,” she muttered, “Pain in the ass.”
“Just means we have to be strategic,” Eun said.
Kora and Peter spoke at the same time: “I hate being strat—” then locked eyes and burst into laughter. Eun grinned wryly.
“What about you?” Peter asked Bitefighter. “Are you done being a car?”
Bitefighter shook his mohawked head. He scribbled another message onto his whiteboard.
More Vroom requires more Energy! I will transform upward when time is right. Otherwise, I stay Bicycle. If you need a Transform, click my Gearshift into Mushroom. He laid down his whiteboard and pointed at the bike’s luminescent shifter-switch. It had seven gears, six of which were numbered. The seventh was an icon of an amanita muscaria.
Peter nodded. “Gotcha. So you’ll turn into a car if I click it into seventh?”
Bitefighter gave him a double thumbs-up.
“When you were a car, you had seven gears, but only six had numbers. The seventh was an amanita mushroom, just like the one you’ve got right now.”
“So what happens if I shift you into seventh? When you’re in car form, I mean.”
BF smiled extra wide, displaying an impressive row of pointed fangs.
“Not gonna say?”
He shook his head, a gesture that was charming in its childlike obstinacy: Nuh-uh. No way.
Peter’s expression turned speculative. “I bet it’ll be cool as shit.”
“We need to focus on the matter at hand,” Eun reminded. “Dee’s still out there, remember?”
“Oh. Yeah.” His eyes turned a notch more distant. “Senior prom…we have to stop her by senior prom…something with magic, maybe?” He looked tentatively at Kora. “Maybe we could subdue or kill her before she—”
At that moment, his computer lit with a notification. The social media group known as “Atherton’s Chimps” was abuzz with activity. Apparently, a new student had just arrived. Clusters of messages were popping up, all along the lines of Please welcome our newest addition to Atherton High! But that wasn’t what caught Peter’s eye.
The name of the student was Dee Sonay.
“Holy shit.” His mouth dropped open.
Dee Sonay. Dissona.
He turned back to Eun and Kora.
“Guys—I think it’s time we focus on school.”
Eun and Kora didn’t speak. They simply nodded in agreement.