Operation: Mutant of the Seas - Log 3
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xp_logsAmanda and Wanda use the astral plane to isolate the source of Emma's telepathic SOS
The astral plane was a strange place. Built out of the collective psychic energies of the world's population, it showed up as a distortion of the real world; a funhouse mirror that flowed and ebbed and changed regularly. Trying to pinpoint the source of a signal from the astral plane to a real world location was like trying to find a needle in a haystack, with the added challenge of having to find the right haystack with the needle in a field with thousands of haystacks.
"Right. So this is terrible." Wanda was never comfortable when it came to the Astral Plane. In a sense, her powers were essentially the anti-telepathy. Sort of. Dealing with it made her feel as if she were suffocating a central part of herself as she clamped and pushed down on the chaos inside of her. She turned her attention to Amanda. "Whoever designed this place needs to be punched in the mouth. But I digress. Shall we?"
"It doesn't help catastrophic events keep messing up the furniture," Amanda added, wrinkling her nose. Or the astral equivalent of her nose - is she thought about it too much, they'd never get anywhere, so she deliberately pushed the aside to the back of her mind. On the plane, her presence was slightly blurred, a distinctly city-like aura of neon and chrome and noise and smells hanging around her. "I think we'll need to combo - your random luck and my location spell latched onto Emma's memory of what she felt?"
Wanda nodded and her form shimmered out of focus for a moment. Her body was made up of a mass of red, flowing energy and, occasionally, she would wink out and then reform. "We will need to work quickly. The Astral Plane has never been a welcoming place for me and the longer I am here, the less hospitable it will get." She directed herself forward until she hovered directly in front of a small ball of softly glowing energy. Emma's memories.
"Okay, I am ready whenever you are."
"Well, by rights what we're trying is impossible, so that's why you're here," Amanda replied with a grin that was echoed by a flash of sunlight on chrome, a brief riff of guitar music and the smell of popcorn. She cupped her "hands" around the ball of light, not quite touching it, but close enough that she could feel the reverberations of what Emma had felt - pain, terror, a plea for help. The witch murmured something under her breath, the words incomprehensible but with a hint of a beat to them, the rattle of trains, the throb of jet engines, the beeping of taxi horns, and then the ball of light pulsed, shooting out myriad golden threads in all directions.
There were as many threads as there were possibilities but, luckily, Wanda was intimately familiar with threads. With care, she brushed her fingers along some of them and they winked away. The Astral Plane shifted, darkening around them for a moment, before it snapped back together. She frowned and shook her head. "Well, that does not bode well and it would take too long to dig through them all. Do me a favor - pull me back together if I blast myself apart?"
The immediate area around them turned a blood red as Wanda's astral form exploded outward when she triggered her powers. The golden threads stiffened, then slowly turned to a copper color, then darker to brown, then black. Only one remained gold and soft as the others died around it.
"...there...it...follow..."
"Keep it together, Boss Lady," Amanda muttered as she took hold of the golden thread and focused her spell. Immediately a large screen appeared, reminiscent of Times Square or Piccadilly Circus, but instead of advertising athletic shoes or the latest musicals playing at the West End, this one showed indigo-coloured seas. "Looks like we're taking a sea voyage."
"B...oody ...fan..tic..." Her voice crackled and fizzed out like a radio trying to push through a station from three states over. She sighed, concentrated on her projection and the chaos power inside of her.
Wanda's shape wavered and flickered but eventually, an slowly, settled down into a shape that was mostly her own. "Well," she said, voice stronger, though with a slightly tinny sound, "at least they'll have a bar."
The astral plane was a strange place. Built out of the collective psychic energies of the world's population, it showed up as a distortion of the real world; a funhouse mirror that flowed and ebbed and changed regularly. Trying to pinpoint the source of a signal from the astral plane to a real world location was like trying to find a needle in a haystack, with the added challenge of having to find the right haystack with the needle in a field with thousands of haystacks.
"Right. So this is terrible." Wanda was never comfortable when it came to the Astral Plane. In a sense, her powers were essentially the anti-telepathy. Sort of. Dealing with it made her feel as if she were suffocating a central part of herself as she clamped and pushed down on the chaos inside of her. She turned her attention to Amanda. "Whoever designed this place needs to be punched in the mouth. But I digress. Shall we?"
"It doesn't help catastrophic events keep messing up the furniture," Amanda added, wrinkling her nose. Or the astral equivalent of her nose - is she thought about it too much, they'd never get anywhere, so she deliberately pushed the aside to the back of her mind. On the plane, her presence was slightly blurred, a distinctly city-like aura of neon and chrome and noise and smells hanging around her. "I think we'll need to combo - your random luck and my location spell latched onto Emma's memory of what she felt?"
Wanda nodded and her form shimmered out of focus for a moment. Her body was made up of a mass of red, flowing energy and, occasionally, she would wink out and then reform. "We will need to work quickly. The Astral Plane has never been a welcoming place for me and the longer I am here, the less hospitable it will get." She directed herself forward until she hovered directly in front of a small ball of softly glowing energy. Emma's memories.
"Okay, I am ready whenever you are."
"Well, by rights what we're trying is impossible, so that's why you're here," Amanda replied with a grin that was echoed by a flash of sunlight on chrome, a brief riff of guitar music and the smell of popcorn. She cupped her "hands" around the ball of light, not quite touching it, but close enough that she could feel the reverberations of what Emma had felt - pain, terror, a plea for help. The witch murmured something under her breath, the words incomprehensible but with a hint of a beat to them, the rattle of trains, the throb of jet engines, the beeping of taxi horns, and then the ball of light pulsed, shooting out myriad golden threads in all directions.
There were as many threads as there were possibilities but, luckily, Wanda was intimately familiar with threads. With care, she brushed her fingers along some of them and they winked away. The Astral Plane shifted, darkening around them for a moment, before it snapped back together. She frowned and shook her head. "Well, that does not bode well and it would take too long to dig through them all. Do me a favor - pull me back together if I blast myself apart?"
The immediate area around them turned a blood red as Wanda's astral form exploded outward when she triggered her powers. The golden threads stiffened, then slowly turned to a copper color, then darker to brown, then black. Only one remained gold and soft as the others died around it.
"...there...it...follow..."
"Keep it together, Boss Lady," Amanda muttered as she took hold of the golden thread and focused her spell. Immediately a large screen appeared, reminiscent of Times Square or Piccadilly Circus, but instead of advertising athletic shoes or the latest musicals playing at the West End, this one showed indigo-coloured seas. "Looks like we're taking a sea voyage."
"B...oody ...fan..tic..." Her voice crackled and fizzed out like a radio trying to push through a station from three states over. She sighed, concentrated on her projection and the chaos power inside of her.
Wanda's shape wavered and flickered but eventually, an slowly, settled down into a shape that was mostly her own. "Well," she said, voice stronger, though with a slightly tinny sound, "at least they'll have a bar."
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