Howl was surprised at Jean-Paul's testiness. He seemed to be growing impatient with the wizard, though he couldn't fathom the reason. But super powers were sort of cool. Howl could fly, too, but that was magic, and did require a certain amount of concentration.
"I never knew that about mutants. I mean, that they can be born that way." Then again, Howl had never actually met one.
"Well, I've never actually heard of a 'real' mutant. Where I come from, you only hear about them in stories. That doesn't mean they aren't around, though." The government tended to cover up weird things. He may be from Wales, but that didn't mean he'd never heard of Area 51. "As for the mutation, most of the stories claim some sort of contact with something radioactive, or gamma rays, or something like that. At least the ones I've heard. Probably some propaganda to keep people scared of nuclear waste and stuff."
Howl had never been real big on that sort of thing. He was more into medieval stuff, and spent little time on B movies and comic books. But even he knew who the Incredible Hulk was.
Howl wanted to ask where Jean-Paul was from, since he seemed to think they came from different worlds, but he decided not to ask. Jean-Paul seemed to get more irritated, the more questions he asked. And as he appeared to have relaxed a bit, Howl wasn't going to push it.
"I never heard of 'real' wizards in my original home either." It wasn't until he'd entered Ingary that he discovered that it wasn't such an odd thing. "But here I am, proof of my own existence."
He looked down at his clothing, then at Jean-Paul's. "Yeah, we tend to dress a little more fun in the place I was at before." His sparkly blue and silver suit was flashing in the sun. If he'd been in Wales, he would have immediately changed his attire to a pair of jeans and a leather jacket. He'd have to do something about that if he wanted to blend in here.
"Why, what do the wizards wear where you come from?" He hoped it wasn't one question too many.