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xp_logsTeam Magic lands in Slender World and gets to work.
The cavalry arrives, with Arthur acting as the portal's new doorstop.
Darkness pressed in on all sides, suffocating, threatening to drown-
"Nope!"
Topaz summoned a large light to blot out the shadows. The darkness receded, revealing the drab landscape of the Slendermen's bubble dimension. Amanda and Clea were nowhere to be seen, but that was fine. Kurt had gone back to the mansion. Reinforcements would be here soon.
Time to get to work.
* * * * * * * *
Blue light flared around Amanda as she automatically cast her shielding spell, pushing back the sheer blackness around her. Plus the too-long shapes of several Slenders who had been waiting for her. They shrank away from the glare and she used that moment to cut the spell and take off running. No time for a protracted battle, they had other things to take care of.
* * * * * * * *
Purple mystic flames swirled around Clea as she pushed back her own darkness, which wanted to swallow her whole. A smirk crossed her lips when she saw a Slender standing by, as two illusions flickered to life beside her. They would provide the distraction needed for Clea to slip away to perform her duty in this little mission.
* * * * * * * *
The portal was fancy.
Its mechanics, whatever they were, had seemed so effortless – the seam ripped between home and here had left a clean, easy hole in the world. An entrance to a world of uncertainty. A place where nothing was as expected. Blurry lines, a fuzzy horizon, a place twisted wrongly. The askew world was a dark bubble in a dark place made for dark creatures on the astral plane. And, seemingly, for anyone willing to venture in as calvary.
Which they had. A whole reinforcement of cavaliers.
"For the children," was the all-call.
"Not today," was probably said by someone.
"Get them back," a unifying cause.
"There's a plan," was the promise by those who knew better and more about this place.
"Huh," was an expected remark. It came from a blond man as he set foot into the grey abyss with the other adults. Be it either the fact he'd never entered this world before or him merely wondering at being in yet a new space, Arthur Centino took in everything around him with an open admiration of a tourist. "Huh," came a second time as he took another step. His left eye lit up.
Probability shifted, and the askew skewed. It was only a touch. Several degrees toward normalcy. That, however, was enough. A thousand faceless eyes were now on the trap and the intruders. Their door. The world revoked its invitation. That fancy portal was closing.
Before setting off to accomplish her task, Clea's attention was brought to the portal and Arthur was standing in the middle. It was barely noticeable but the portal was getting smaller. "You got this?" The redhead asked Arthur.
"Huh?" The blond man blinked. The floor beneath him was developing lines of organized stonework, but his attention was drawn to where Clea was staring. Instead of any other questions, however, Arthur did what felt natural and stopping in his tracks. He turned back and put a foot back into the real world – like stopping a door from shutting behind you.
And... well, the portal had shrunk significantly in the time that had taken. Now it sat quivering violently at its edges, curiously Arthur-shaped.
A shiver went down Clea's spine as she got ready to go through the portal herself. More questions began to fill her brain, "Hold the line." Was all that Clea was able to say before heading into the portal herself.
Arthur was, at this point, experimenting. Foot in? Stable. Foot out? Smaller portal. Each shift, however, stretched his path of surety outward. Tiny white blooms were growing in the cracks of his stonework. A dali-esque lamp post began to straighten. The man's attention, however, was split between the portal and the itch of those thousand eyes.
"Guys," Arthur asked in general, although Clea was closest. The rest of the calvary had continued to go save people. "Do we need this to stay open? Might as well ask."
"Hold the line." Clea repeated with a smile as she walked past Arthur and pointed to the portal lines. "We'll be back and we really much would like not to be here when we are done."
An answering smile crossed Arthur's face automatically, and before he could think too much his mouth was moving. "Sure thing. I'll sit right here then." He shot Clea a thumbs up, but she was already moving away. The man's smile began to fade. He swallowed hard and nodded to no one, shooting the busy magicians a finger gun for good measure. "Hold the line. Right here."
Around this new anchor point, uncertainty churned.
The cavalry arrives, with Arthur acting as the portal's new doorstop.
Darkness pressed in on all sides, suffocating, threatening to drown-
"Nope!"
Topaz summoned a large light to blot out the shadows. The darkness receded, revealing the drab landscape of the Slendermen's bubble dimension. Amanda and Clea were nowhere to be seen, but that was fine. Kurt had gone back to the mansion. Reinforcements would be here soon.
Time to get to work.
* * * * * * * *
Blue light flared around Amanda as she automatically cast her shielding spell, pushing back the sheer blackness around her. Plus the too-long shapes of several Slenders who had been waiting for her. They shrank away from the glare and she used that moment to cut the spell and take off running. No time for a protracted battle, they had other things to take care of.
* * * * * * * *
Purple mystic flames swirled around Clea as she pushed back her own darkness, which wanted to swallow her whole. A smirk crossed her lips when she saw a Slender standing by, as two illusions flickered to life beside her. They would provide the distraction needed for Clea to slip away to perform her duty in this little mission.
* * * * * * * *
The portal was fancy.
Its mechanics, whatever they were, had seemed so effortless – the seam ripped between home and here had left a clean, easy hole in the world. An entrance to a world of uncertainty. A place where nothing was as expected. Blurry lines, a fuzzy horizon, a place twisted wrongly. The askew world was a dark bubble in a dark place made for dark creatures on the astral plane. And, seemingly, for anyone willing to venture in as calvary.
Which they had. A whole reinforcement of cavaliers.
"For the children," was the all-call.
"Not today," was probably said by someone.
"Get them back," a unifying cause.
"There's a plan," was the promise by those who knew better and more about this place.
"Huh," was an expected remark. It came from a blond man as he set foot into the grey abyss with the other adults. Be it either the fact he'd never entered this world before or him merely wondering at being in yet a new space, Arthur Centino took in everything around him with an open admiration of a tourist. "Huh," came a second time as he took another step. His left eye lit up.
Probability shifted, and the askew skewed. It was only a touch. Several degrees toward normalcy. That, however, was enough. A thousand faceless eyes were now on the trap and the intruders. Their door. The world revoked its invitation. That fancy portal was closing.
Before setting off to accomplish her task, Clea's attention was brought to the portal and Arthur was standing in the middle. It was barely noticeable but the portal was getting smaller. "You got this?" The redhead asked Arthur.
"Huh?" The blond man blinked. The floor beneath him was developing lines of organized stonework, but his attention was drawn to where Clea was staring. Instead of any other questions, however, Arthur did what felt natural and stopping in his tracks. He turned back and put a foot back into the real world – like stopping a door from shutting behind you.
And... well, the portal had shrunk significantly in the time that had taken. Now it sat quivering violently at its edges, curiously Arthur-shaped.
A shiver went down Clea's spine as she got ready to go through the portal herself. More questions began to fill her brain, "Hold the line." Was all that Clea was able to say before heading into the portal herself.
Arthur was, at this point, experimenting. Foot in? Stable. Foot out? Smaller portal. Each shift, however, stretched his path of surety outward. Tiny white blooms were growing in the cracks of his stonework. A dali-esque lamp post began to straighten. The man's attention, however, was split between the portal and the itch of those thousand eyes.
"Guys," Arthur asked in general, although Clea was closest. The rest of the calvary had continued to go save people. "Do we need this to stay open? Might as well ask."
"Hold the line." Clea repeated with a smile as she walked past Arthur and pointed to the portal lines. "We'll be back and we really much would like not to be here when we are done."
An answering smile crossed Arthur's face automatically, and before he could think too much his mouth was moving. "Sure thing. I'll sit right here then." He shot Clea a thumbs up, but she was already moving away. The man's smile began to fade. He swallowed hard and nodded to no one, shooting the busy magicians a finger gun for good measure. "Hold the line. Right here."
Around this new anchor point, uncertainty churned.
