AEFAE Log Two || Yeah That's Magic
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"Yeah, that's definitely magic."
It might have been a complete lack of apathy toward anything weird, or just plain exhaustion that made it possible for Topaz to be so casual as she looked up at the shimmering green bubble that had encased the airport. She'd pulled her hood up to try and guard from the light rain that had blessedly kept all flights grounded when this spell - whatever it was - had kicked in. They'd already watched one officer try to approach, and she'd gently rewired his "leap to my doom"-esque turn in feelings to a slightly more stable "go sit on the sidewalk and consider living."
"Conspiracy theory blogs are going to have a blast with this." She reached out without really thinking, touching the shimmering air. It shocked her hand slightly, but otherwise she was fine. "Think that means we can get through."
"Let's make sure that once we do, we can still actually move - I don't feel like joining the waxwork brigade in there," Amanda cautioned. With a snap of her fingers she summoned her werelight; another flick of her fingers sent it zipping through the barrier. To her relief, the small ball of light continued bobbing around on the other side. "Right, so far so good."
Clea watched the other two before walking up to the weird barrier as well. Lifting up a hand and then taking it further and into the barrier, only jumping from the slight shock of it. Wiggling her fingers, "Strange." Looking over her shoulder at Steve. "Not you babe." Before fully stepping into the barrier, fully ready for someone to pull her back if she became stuck. "Okay. That was bloody weird."
Stephen barely managed to stop himself from shuddering as he let out a breath he hadn't known he'd been holding, hands clenching at unclenching at his side for a moment before he let out a deep breath, shaking his head. "This is us, what part of anything in our lives do you think would ever not be weird?" A cocky smile flashed at Clea as he took a step forward and looked around, a low whistle spilling from his lips.
Still holding her umbrella over her head, Wanda sighed quietly and followed Clea in through the bubble, unwilling to let her be on the other side by herself even if they hadn't done enough testing of the blasted thing for her liking. Electric shocks ran through her entire body, causing her arm hair to stand up and her hair to frizz even more. Unpleasant but not deadly. On the other side, she glanced at the sky and then back at the others, umbrella snapping shut. "Here's something fun - the rain either isn't making it through the bubble at all or it's frozen like everything else."
"It is.. ah, what is the word? Not boiling, but when water goes to steam without being hot?" Marie-Ange's voice was muffled as she paused just outside the bubble. She pulled a card from her pocket, and sent an imaged frog, small and brilliantly colored ahead of her. "It is not to distrust any of you but you - all of you are magic, somewhat, but... " She gestured at herself, and at Doug. "We are not, unless Doug's bothersome blood counts." The frog continued to hop around, and settled itself on Amanda's boot. "Shove me right back out if I freeze. Cypher and I will run communications and prevent interference." She braced herself, stepped through the barrier briskly and then pulled a hair elastic from her pocket. "Well, I have no explanation but I am not a statue, so bully for us."
"Sublimation." Doug's tone was extremely distracted. He was home for the first time in years, and yet he was certainly not going to contact his family. It was doing a number on his emotional state, for sure. Topaz had mentioned conspiracy theories, and he couldn't even bring himself to ramble on about the Illuminati and all of the truly insane things surrounding DIA's history. "Welp, here goes nothing," he muttered, sticking a hand into the field and wiggling his fingers around. "Guess my infinitesimal smidgen of magic is good for something after all," he observed as he walked in.
"Sometimes a little bit of a magic is all you need." Pixie extended one foot into the bubble. It felt tingly. She hopped the rest of the way through, wanting to get the strange sensation over as quickly as possible. Once inside, she shivered her wings, rainbow prisms of light bouncing off in the process.
"And last one in is a rotten egg." Amanda bent and scooped Marie-Ange's imaged frog up off her boot, holding it in her cupped hands as she took a breath and stepped through the barrier. She shuddered a bit at the sensation, then looked around at the group. "Keep your eyes open. Whoever did this did it for a reason and they're probably close."
"Well of course, now that you've said that..." Topaz voice drifted off as her eyes darted around, frowning. There was definitely an odd energy in the place, but under it was a spark of something... familiar. Like a tune she faintly knew, but it was stuck in her head on a loop. She wandered a bit from the group, looking around. "Do you guys feel that-"
She was cut off by something much more abrupt, and barely stepped back as a blast of magic blew up the concrete where her foot had been. "Oi!" She was barely audible as several more magical bombs rained down, and figures moved around them. Freezing time hadn't effected the lighting, at least - the runway was more than bright enough to make out the cloaked figures, about fourteen in all, moved to surround them. "Cloaks?" Topaz said before she could bite down the quip. "Really?"
If you didn't know Wanda's hatred of Chthon and his cultists, one would almost say the sharp light from the lightning was what caused her face to look so harsh and stark and...no, there was no way to attribute the look of utter loathing on her face to the harsh lightening. Strangely, she didn't let go of the umbrella as she moved forward. "Always with the cloaks or robes, they never learn," she said, words joking but tone decidedly not. "I've lost track of the times I've brought one of them down because I've gotten them wrapped up in their robes."
She lunged towards the nearest ones, hands blazing, willing to bring the fight.
Marie-Ange's hands were full of cards - and then a grim looking spear almost as fast as she could move. She swing the spear in a wide arc, catching one of the cultists in the leg. The weapon vanished - but had done it's job, ripping through cloak and trousers and flesh, and leaving blood and a cultist screeching as he bled out in it's wake. She flicked out one tarot card, and a sword appeared in her hand. "It could be worse, it could be Death Eater masks."
"See," Stephen ducked an attack, his feet dancing backwards as his hand flicked out to touch a cultists robes, setting them aflame as he danced away, scooping up a handful of stones as he flicked them at the cultists, the pebbles crackling with power as they exploding in small blasts of energy. "Death eater masks might actually be fun, then we could tease them for being so cliche."
Purple energy cracked between Clea's fingers before sending out a mystic bolt towards a cloaked figure and in turn set the figure on fire from the blast. "Where the bloody hell did they come from?"
“Out of the woodwork like they always bloody do,” grunted Amanda, flinging a fireball of her own at a cultist bearing down on them from the other side. “And these are definitely bad guys, so no holding back, apprentice-types.”
"How dare they ambush us!" Pixie took to the air, landing a forceful downwards kick on the throat of cultist. Still in mid-air as the robed figure crumpled to the ground, she spun to avoid a blast of enemy magic.
"Yeah, don't they know we were trying to ambush -them-?" Doug really wished he had that Odinsword right now. Or that he could figure out just what it was about the weapon that had let him feel like he was able to run and fight like before the blood curse. In the meantime, he moved behind a pillar to get out of the direct line-of-fireball. His hand moved up to his armpit, and he frowned. Had he forgotten to put that holster on? Stupid brain fog. At least the pistol he kept at the small of his back was there, and he pulled it out, looking for anyone trying to creep up from the sides.
Topaz ducked a blow, popping up again to glare at the robed figure. "Sorry, mate, mind if I..." She twirled her finger for effect as she drained off his emotions and blasted him back. "Brilliant, thanks, that should do for this-"
She had stepped back to ready herself for another attack, her left foot landing on a spot that sent a bolt up her spine, freezing her in place; she had half a second to wonder if one of the cultists had cursed her before the world went black, and she disappeared from the tarmac.
"Yeah, that's definitely magic."
It might have been a complete lack of apathy toward anything weird, or just plain exhaustion that made it possible for Topaz to be so casual as she looked up at the shimmering green bubble that had encased the airport. She'd pulled her hood up to try and guard from the light rain that had blessedly kept all flights grounded when this spell - whatever it was - had kicked in. They'd already watched one officer try to approach, and she'd gently rewired his "leap to my doom"-esque turn in feelings to a slightly more stable "go sit on the sidewalk and consider living."
"Conspiracy theory blogs are going to have a blast with this." She reached out without really thinking, touching the shimmering air. It shocked her hand slightly, but otherwise she was fine. "Think that means we can get through."
"Let's make sure that once we do, we can still actually move - I don't feel like joining the waxwork brigade in there," Amanda cautioned. With a snap of her fingers she summoned her werelight; another flick of her fingers sent it zipping through the barrier. To her relief, the small ball of light continued bobbing around on the other side. "Right, so far so good."
Clea watched the other two before walking up to the weird barrier as well. Lifting up a hand and then taking it further and into the barrier, only jumping from the slight shock of it. Wiggling her fingers, "Strange." Looking over her shoulder at Steve. "Not you babe." Before fully stepping into the barrier, fully ready for someone to pull her back if she became stuck. "Okay. That was bloody weird."
Stephen barely managed to stop himself from shuddering as he let out a breath he hadn't known he'd been holding, hands clenching at unclenching at his side for a moment before he let out a deep breath, shaking his head. "This is us, what part of anything in our lives do you think would ever not be weird?" A cocky smile flashed at Clea as he took a step forward and looked around, a low whistle spilling from his lips.
Still holding her umbrella over her head, Wanda sighed quietly and followed Clea in through the bubble, unwilling to let her be on the other side by herself even if they hadn't done enough testing of the blasted thing for her liking. Electric shocks ran through her entire body, causing her arm hair to stand up and her hair to frizz even more. Unpleasant but not deadly. On the other side, she glanced at the sky and then back at the others, umbrella snapping shut. "Here's something fun - the rain either isn't making it through the bubble at all or it's frozen like everything else."
"It is.. ah, what is the word? Not boiling, but when water goes to steam without being hot?" Marie-Ange's voice was muffled as she paused just outside the bubble. She pulled a card from her pocket, and sent an imaged frog, small and brilliantly colored ahead of her. "It is not to distrust any of you but you - all of you are magic, somewhat, but... " She gestured at herself, and at Doug. "We are not, unless Doug's bothersome blood counts." The frog continued to hop around, and settled itself on Amanda's boot. "Shove me right back out if I freeze. Cypher and I will run communications and prevent interference." She braced herself, stepped through the barrier briskly and then pulled a hair elastic from her pocket. "Well, I have no explanation but I am not a statue, so bully for us."
"Sublimation." Doug's tone was extremely distracted. He was home for the first time in years, and yet he was certainly not going to contact his family. It was doing a number on his emotional state, for sure. Topaz had mentioned conspiracy theories, and he couldn't even bring himself to ramble on about the Illuminati and all of the truly insane things surrounding DIA's history. "Welp, here goes nothing," he muttered, sticking a hand into the field and wiggling his fingers around. "Guess my infinitesimal smidgen of magic is good for something after all," he observed as he walked in.
"Sometimes a little bit of a magic is all you need." Pixie extended one foot into the bubble. It felt tingly. She hopped the rest of the way through, wanting to get the strange sensation over as quickly as possible. Once inside, she shivered her wings, rainbow prisms of light bouncing off in the process.
"And last one in is a rotten egg." Amanda bent and scooped Marie-Ange's imaged frog up off her boot, holding it in her cupped hands as she took a breath and stepped through the barrier. She shuddered a bit at the sensation, then looked around at the group. "Keep your eyes open. Whoever did this did it for a reason and they're probably close."
"Well of course, now that you've said that..." Topaz voice drifted off as her eyes darted around, frowning. There was definitely an odd energy in the place, but under it was a spark of something... familiar. Like a tune she faintly knew, but it was stuck in her head on a loop. She wandered a bit from the group, looking around. "Do you guys feel that-"
She was cut off by something much more abrupt, and barely stepped back as a blast of magic blew up the concrete where her foot had been. "Oi!" She was barely audible as several more magical bombs rained down, and figures moved around them. Freezing time hadn't effected the lighting, at least - the runway was more than bright enough to make out the cloaked figures, about fourteen in all, moved to surround them. "Cloaks?" Topaz said before she could bite down the quip. "Really?"
If you didn't know Wanda's hatred of Chthon and his cultists, one would almost say the sharp light from the lightning was what caused her face to look so harsh and stark and...no, there was no way to attribute the look of utter loathing on her face to the harsh lightening. Strangely, she didn't let go of the umbrella as she moved forward. "Always with the cloaks or robes, they never learn," she said, words joking but tone decidedly not. "I've lost track of the times I've brought one of them down because I've gotten them wrapped up in their robes."
She lunged towards the nearest ones, hands blazing, willing to bring the fight.
Marie-Ange's hands were full of cards - and then a grim looking spear almost as fast as she could move. She swing the spear in a wide arc, catching one of the cultists in the leg. The weapon vanished - but had done it's job, ripping through cloak and trousers and flesh, and leaving blood and a cultist screeching as he bled out in it's wake. She flicked out one tarot card, and a sword appeared in her hand. "It could be worse, it could be Death Eater masks."
"See," Stephen ducked an attack, his feet dancing backwards as his hand flicked out to touch a cultists robes, setting them aflame as he danced away, scooping up a handful of stones as he flicked them at the cultists, the pebbles crackling with power as they exploding in small blasts of energy. "Death eater masks might actually be fun, then we could tease them for being so cliche."
Purple energy cracked between Clea's fingers before sending out a mystic bolt towards a cloaked figure and in turn set the figure on fire from the blast. "Where the bloody hell did they come from?"
“Out of the woodwork like they always bloody do,” grunted Amanda, flinging a fireball of her own at a cultist bearing down on them from the other side. “And these are definitely bad guys, so no holding back, apprentice-types.”
"How dare they ambush us!" Pixie took to the air, landing a forceful downwards kick on the throat of cultist. Still in mid-air as the robed figure crumpled to the ground, she spun to avoid a blast of enemy magic.
"Yeah, don't they know we were trying to ambush -them-?" Doug really wished he had that Odinsword right now. Or that he could figure out just what it was about the weapon that had let him feel like he was able to run and fight like before the blood curse. In the meantime, he moved behind a pillar to get out of the direct line-of-fireball. His hand moved up to his armpit, and he frowned. Had he forgotten to put that holster on? Stupid brain fog. At least the pistol he kept at the small of his back was there, and he pulled it out, looking for anyone trying to creep up from the sides.
Topaz ducked a blow, popping up again to glare at the robed figure. "Sorry, mate, mind if I..." She twirled her finger for effect as she drained off his emotions and blasted him back. "Brilliant, thanks, that should do for this-"
She had stepped back to ready herself for another attack, her left foot landing on a spot that sent a bolt up her spine, freezing her in place; she had half a second to wonder if one of the cultists had cursed her before the world went black, and she disappeared from the tarmac.
