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thejusticelounge2014-10-29 08:52 am
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pitch and bite
Blackstone seems cold, despite the heat in Gotham that night, and rubs his hands together as he emerges from the subway station just north of downtown.
He looks around, and then turns to head east, heading towards the still destroyed area of downtown. He breathes solidly, and lowers his hand, muttering quietly: “..In-in-incendo.” In his palm, a light sparks, like the end of a sparkler, before dying out. He shakes his head and continues to walk.
Blackstone continues to walk, faster and faster, passing through the commercial area to where the sidewalks suddenly diminish and the crowds are thicker, stopping to look at where the tourists and native alike are stopping and snapping photos.
Zee has headed back to Gotham, half to pack up a few missing items for her tour, and half to investigate her second mirror connected to Shadowcrest. But she keeps putting that second half on the back burner; not wanting to face what could possibly be behind it (or to find another shattered mirror). Instead of heading to her closet, she cleans up what little there is to pick up around her apartment, the news humming quietly in the background.
Blackstone moves past the crowds, and finds a place where the people thin, and takes in a deep breath. Then, without stopping, he ducks under the wooden barrier that marks where the sidewalk ends and the charred remains of asphalt and street just barely begin.
Blackstone licks his lips when he sees where the asphalt gives way to the large insulated tubing that had been melted away during the Parade of Tears. A majority of the piping and electrical wires had been replaced up and down the street—closer to the police station and Wayne Tower—but not here, not just yet. So, this is where he pushes the asphalt aside and sets his hand down against the conduit. “..okay,” he whispers, to himself, since no one (save for a little girl frantically tugging at her mother’s sleeve) has noticed him. Not yet. “Incendo,” he mutters, his words shuddering against his lower teeth. The glow returns, moving from his hand down, into the wiring. Around them, just around the crowded group, the stores lights dim, shivering. He looks up, and back down, and repeats: “Incendo.”
He looks up as the police offers surrounding the guarded area look up. Now he had their attention.
Blackstone looks over at the police as they begin to get closer, and says, sharply: “Gelida!" The police officers stop in their tracks, suddenly icing over, as if they had been doused by freezing water, icicles forming around their ears and noses. Now, the bystanders are pulling out phones, taking video, so he turns back to the cables and slaps his hand against the cables and shouts: "Incendo!" With a sharp burst of flame and light—much like the glow that Tim had encountered at the university the day of the Parade—his hand glows and it filters through the wires, and with a great hum, that section of Gotham goes completely black.
Zee turns over her shoulder to pick up on the news, rehashing the upcoming weather report for what feels like the third time she’s heard it. Tuning out the temperature drone, she drifts her attention to the news ticker scrolling along the bottom. There’s a mention of a power outage, downtown- weird. Peeking out on her balcony, she can see the dark spot in the city, not hard to miss when the rest of Gotham kept burning on. It’s on her gut instinct that she transports closer to check things out. Everything in Gotham still feeling out of whack to her post-Parade of Tears.
Blackstone feels the shift in energy, when Zee arrives, his color blanching and mutters. “Ahhhh, fuck!!” and immediately turns, shouting: “L-LIGNAM!" Around them, shooting out from the asphalt and cement, pine saplings—not full grown trees—erupt in a barrier around him, as he moves back down and pushes both his hands against the exposed barrier, whispering: "Flumen, flumen you stupid—”
Zee eyes widen with a mixture of delight and intrigue as the saplings emerge from the asphalt. The air around her floods with the outsider scent of fresh trees in the middle of the hot Gotham street. “Impromptu park?” she calls through the branches. With a crack she teleports as far as she can see through the saplings. Zee catches what she hopes is nervousness in the man’s voice as he continues to cast spells that are vaguely familiar but not matching her own talents, thinking maybe a few jokes like Kyle would offer may calm him down, get her a few more answers than slinging spells right back at him would. “I mean we can really use the green, but there’s probably a permit or something…”
Jaime exits the zeta — and immediately the scarab’s scanning police frequencies. Fires, power outages, suspicious people, … a forest popping out of the street? Okay, not exactly, uh, menacing, but — and then he gets Jason’s text. He’s so happy he integrated his phone with the bugsuit. Or vice versa, whatever. txt@jason> uh dude theres a huge power outage and i guess trees are sprouting in the streets u should probably head over, he sends back, sweeping over the skyline.
Jason frowns at his phone. Well, that’s definitely an anomaly, but not really the type he was picturing. He stops on his way to the zeta platform only to grab the rest of his gear, hastily slapping on his mask, helmet still under his arm. [text]: on my way there now
Blackstone doesn’t speak to her, because he is concentrating on what he is doing, as the ground around the asphalt buried tubes begins to crack, the trees withering as the moisture from the air begins to disappear, reappearing inside the electrical tubes that the Joker had destroyed during the parade. Then, he shouts: “INCENDO!" And the electricity snaps like an explosion, the water that now laces the tubes aiding the conduction as he sends the equivalent of one hundred lightning bolts through the wires. All along the street the generators and transformers along the light posts explode in a domino effect, snapping like firecrackers.
Jaime spots the explosions from the sky, eyes going wide as the chain reaction makes it way down the block. txt@jason> dude u need to get here now
As soon as the trees begin to wither, Zatanna knows this isn’t going to be as fun as she’d initially hoped. Alright. Fuck conversation then. Whipping back to face the explosions that domino out of control she casts with a shout, “DNUORG!” trying to get the electricity to ground to something, anything but continuing on a careening path through the city. The last thing this city needed was to go completely dark. Turning her boot into the churned up asphalt, she casts towards the man, “DNIB NWOD DNA GAG.” hoping she can at least slap a seal over his mouth to keep him from casting.
Blackstone shouts back: “Arma!" And a copy of himself steps out of his body, as he jumps back: his copy is bound and gagged and drops towards the ground, as he moves away. He looks up at her, and holds up his hand: "Acus!" Hundreds of thousands of pieces of bark rip off his saplings, as thin and as sharp as needles, and he casts them at her—and at all the rest of the crowd.
Zee gapes at the copy as it falls to the ground bound and gaged- just as he should’ve been. But she doesn’t have time to stare at the man escaping her, so she continues to chase, keeping a steady speed behind him. But she doesn’t even have a chance to detain him again when she hears the rip and tear of the bark, casting sharply, “NOIHSUC!” invisible barriers forming about her, and the gathered crowd to try and block as many of the shards of bark as possible. “LURH!” she commands the rubble of asphalt and debris around her, sending whatever is nearby that with a bit of luck could slam into him.
Jaime dives down as the splinters explode off of the saplings, into the crowd — but some bounce off of an invisible wall. A barrier? His scarab spots Zatanna — and he’s never been more relieved to see her. There’s nothing he can do to stop the wood, but he can try to help with the source, arm melting down into a plasma cannon and firing at him, trying to debilitate or distract.Something.
Blackstone continues to move, down the broken and eroded strip of street, able to hold his own against Zatanna for the time being, but not willing to get too much closer to her. Sweating, he turns back, as soon as the second spell is cast and his brain begins to tick away, going through words and spells before he splutters out: “Cuh—COMMOVE!" And the asphalt and debris shoot up from where they had been flung at him, turning into a tornado of rock and cement, absorbing the plasma cannon. He holds his hand out, towards the.. giant blue thing and cries: "ARCA!" A giant footlocker trunk, around ten feet by five, closes around Blue Beetle, trapping him in the darkness…and begins to bury itself in the ground.
Jaime can’t see through the flying debris, but he’s pretty sure the blasts missed. But, hey, on the bright side — two versus one. And he distracted him. He’s about to close in and go for some hand to hand when the scarab casually mentions the construct (or not-construct) — but by then it’s too late and it locks around him. “Oh, this is great,” he mutters, banging on the metal (is it metal? maybe?). And then there’s the distinct sensation of falling, followed by the scarab mentioning that they’re being buried. No big deal, just. You know. Magic metal coffin, no biggie. Not like he’s got a thing about being buried alive or anything.
At the sound of Blue Beetle’s plasma blast, Zee feels a momentary relief knowing there’s some reinforcements coming her way. But the tornado and trunk sealing around her backup dash it all. Jaime can handle himself…right right and stopping this guy was a priority. So she continues to tail him. shrieking, “Edacirrab!!” the spell forms walls upon walls to in front of the magician, rounding about him as they grow in size and thickness. He’s gotta stop running sometime, just please let it be now. Pushing herself, she charges toward him- ready to tackle or do anything to stop this guy.
Blackstone cries out at the slamming of the rubber bullets into his back and he staggers, which gives him just enough time to dodge and roll, out of the way of the walls that Zee constructs around him. He hits the ground roughly, skinning his arms and legs, and hobbles, looking up as the walls close around him. He holds up his hand and shouts: “PALLIUM! And he makes a motion around himself, as if he were drawing fabric around himself, and when his wrist winds in front of him, he disappears.
Zee dives after him, hands scrambling for a scrap of fabric to hold him down, but he’s gone. She lies still on the pavement, scrapped and torn from the asphalt she hurled herself onto in a last ditch effort to get something from this guy that wouldn’t be dished back to her. “DAMMIT.” she shouts, pushing herself off the street and running back to Jaime, now with all the time in the world to get him out of the trunk….that was, “Oh fuck FUCK!” it was burying itself into the ground, “BB I’m gonna get you!” she tries to reassure him, “Esaec!” she commands the trunk. Maybe it’ll listen to another master.
Jason is about ready to let out a breath of relief when the man disappears, but then he notices that it doesn’t seem to be slowing the progress of the footlocker. Well shit. Dropping from the building, he sprints over, mind racing. Not coming up with a lot of ideas, he quickly pulls his phone from his pocket, sending a frantic text to Jaime. [text]: how much heat can the bugsuit take? yuo might be able to melt your way out
Jaime hears his phone going off — and laughs, still panicking. Well, he still gets reception down here, that’s nice. Maybe he’ll still be able to watch YouTube while he’s in the core. He doesn’t actually read the text (maybe Khaji did, he’s not sure), but the scarab suggests a similar idea — the only downside being that he could just melt everything around the metal as well and just encase himself a thousand feet below sea level. Grimacing, and left with like, two options, he goes for the one that doesn’t involve dying — arms bulking out into cannons and firing at the top of the box. It takes longer than he wants, but eventually it starts dripping, orange-hot metal melting all over his armor (similarily burning like a coal at the edges). Once it’s big enough for him to squeeze through, he rockets up, heart pounding in his ears. Oh, this sucks.
And finally, finally, he hits the surface, armor still glowing orange and covered in drops of silver metal. He lands and then just kind of stands there, a little shaky. “That sucked. That sucked.” His eyes flick over to Jason and Zee — mostly Zatanna, she looks a little… mussed. “You okay? What happened to Johnny Appleseed?”
Zee can’t breath as she watches the trunk just keep going. “No no no…no no…” she moans softly, feeling nothing but helpless as the trunk refuses to obey her. But once she starts hearing the blasts, the metal around Jaime brighten with heat, Blue Beetle emerge. Only then can she finally stand, legs feeling pretty much like jell-o at this point. “I’m- yeah he’s.” she waves a hand, “Poof. I have no motive, other than destruction so. Fantastic.” she covers her hand over her face firmly, but hisses as her hand makes contact, the small bits of gravel from her palm pressing in on the few scrapes she’d gotten in her last ditch effort to stop ‘Johnny Appleseed’.
Jaime grimaces and takes a step forward to check her hand — but the asphalt around his feet is soft, melted from the heat and catches him like a tar pit. “He just vanished?” he asks, hands wrapped around his thigh and tugging as he tries to pull it out of the street. Giving up for now, he turns and scans the area, the line they fought in— “…Not getting a trail. Nothing. It’s like he wasn’t even there.”
Jason lets out a shaky breath when Jaime shoots up and out of the locker. One problem down. He moves to Zee’s side, one hand going to her arm to help steady her. “Not much we can do if we can’t follow him. Should head up to the Medbay,” he adds, eyes flicking over the scratches on Zatanna’s face.
"I’m fine." Zatanna insists firmly, not wanting to be babied. She’d go to the Medbay when she was cut in half, not with a few playground scrapes. Wiping her hand along her dusted jacket she cleans her palm as best as she can manage. She presses her gravel free hand along her cheek, “Dnem…” she murmurs, wincing as the few open scrapes rapidly scab over. “See, no Medbay, I can get myself all patched up.”
Pulling her arm back away from Jason, she nods, “I’ve got to see if I can pick up anything on this guy…if you can contain the area and make sure I didn’t miss anyone with that bark spell of his. I’d appreciate it.” a teleportation spell cracks her away from the devastated street, and back to her apartment.
Now’s the time to face that mirror. Whether she wants to or not now.
He looks around, and then turns to head east, heading towards the still destroyed area of downtown. He breathes solidly, and lowers his hand, muttering quietly: “..In-in-incendo.” In his palm, a light sparks, like the end of a sparkler, before dying out. He shakes his head and continues to walk.
Blackstone continues to walk, faster and faster, passing through the commercial area to where the sidewalks suddenly diminish and the crowds are thicker, stopping to look at where the tourists and native alike are stopping and snapping photos.
Zee has headed back to Gotham, half to pack up a few missing items for her tour, and half to investigate her second mirror connected to Shadowcrest. But she keeps putting that second half on the back burner; not wanting to face what could possibly be behind it (or to find another shattered mirror). Instead of heading to her closet, she cleans up what little there is to pick up around her apartment, the news humming quietly in the background.
Blackstone moves past the crowds, and finds a place where the people thin, and takes in a deep breath. Then, without stopping, he ducks under the wooden barrier that marks where the sidewalk ends and the charred remains of asphalt and street just barely begin.
Blackstone licks his lips when he sees where the asphalt gives way to the large insulated tubing that had been melted away during the Parade of Tears. A majority of the piping and electrical wires had been replaced up and down the street—closer to the police station and Wayne Tower—but not here, not just yet. So, this is where he pushes the asphalt aside and sets his hand down against the conduit. “..okay,” he whispers, to himself, since no one (save for a little girl frantically tugging at her mother’s sleeve) has noticed him. Not yet. “Incendo,” he mutters, his words shuddering against his lower teeth. The glow returns, moving from his hand down, into the wiring. Around them, just around the crowded group, the stores lights dim, shivering. He looks up, and back down, and repeats: “Incendo.”
He looks up as the police offers surrounding the guarded area look up. Now he had their attention.
Blackstone looks over at the police as they begin to get closer, and says, sharply: “Gelida!" The police officers stop in their tracks, suddenly icing over, as if they had been doused by freezing water, icicles forming around their ears and noses. Now, the bystanders are pulling out phones, taking video, so he turns back to the cables and slaps his hand against the cables and shouts: "Incendo!" With a sharp burst of flame and light—much like the glow that Tim had encountered at the university the day of the Parade—his hand glows and it filters through the wires, and with a great hum, that section of Gotham goes completely black.
Zee turns over her shoulder to pick up on the news, rehashing the upcoming weather report for what feels like the third time she’s heard it. Tuning out the temperature drone, she drifts her attention to the news ticker scrolling along the bottom. There’s a mention of a power outage, downtown- weird. Peeking out on her balcony, she can see the dark spot in the city, not hard to miss when the rest of Gotham kept burning on. It’s on her gut instinct that she transports closer to check things out. Everything in Gotham still feeling out of whack to her post-Parade of Tears.
Blackstone feels the shift in energy, when Zee arrives, his color blanching and mutters. “Ahhhh, fuck!!” and immediately turns, shouting: “L-LIGNAM!" Around them, shooting out from the asphalt and cement, pine saplings—not full grown trees—erupt in a barrier around him, as he moves back down and pushes both his hands against the exposed barrier, whispering: "Flumen, flumen you stupid—”
Zee eyes widen with a mixture of delight and intrigue as the saplings emerge from the asphalt. The air around her floods with the outsider scent of fresh trees in the middle of the hot Gotham street. “Impromptu park?” she calls through the branches. With a crack she teleports as far as she can see through the saplings. Zee catches what she hopes is nervousness in the man’s voice as he continues to cast spells that are vaguely familiar but not matching her own talents, thinking maybe a few jokes like Kyle would offer may calm him down, get her a few more answers than slinging spells right back at him would. “I mean we can really use the green, but there’s probably a permit or something…”
Jaime exits the zeta — and immediately the scarab’s scanning police frequencies. Fires, power outages, suspicious people, … a forest popping out of the street? Okay, not exactly, uh, menacing, but — and then he gets Jason’s text. He’s so happy he integrated his phone with the bugsuit. Or vice versa, whatever. txt@jason> uh dude theres a huge power outage and i guess trees are sprouting in the streets u should probably head over, he sends back, sweeping over the skyline.
Jason frowns at his phone. Well, that’s definitely an anomaly, but not really the type he was picturing. He stops on his way to the zeta platform only to grab the rest of his gear, hastily slapping on his mask, helmet still under his arm. [text]: on my way there now
Blackstone doesn’t speak to her, because he is concentrating on what he is doing, as the ground around the asphalt buried tubes begins to crack, the trees withering as the moisture from the air begins to disappear, reappearing inside the electrical tubes that the Joker had destroyed during the parade. Then, he shouts: “INCENDO!" And the electricity snaps like an explosion, the water that now laces the tubes aiding the conduction as he sends the equivalent of one hundred lightning bolts through the wires. All along the street the generators and transformers along the light posts explode in a domino effect, snapping like firecrackers.
Jaime spots the explosions from the sky, eyes going wide as the chain reaction makes it way down the block. txt@jason> dude u need to get here now
As soon as the trees begin to wither, Zatanna knows this isn’t going to be as fun as she’d initially hoped. Alright. Fuck conversation then. Whipping back to face the explosions that domino out of control she casts with a shout, “DNUORG!” trying to get the electricity to ground to something, anything but continuing on a careening path through the city. The last thing this city needed was to go completely dark. Turning her boot into the churned up asphalt, she casts towards the man, “DNIB NWOD DNA GAG.” hoping she can at least slap a seal over his mouth to keep him from casting.
Blackstone shouts back: “Arma!" And a copy of himself steps out of his body, as he jumps back: his copy is bound and gagged and drops towards the ground, as he moves away. He looks up at her, and holds up his hand: "Acus!" Hundreds of thousands of pieces of bark rip off his saplings, as thin and as sharp as needles, and he casts them at her—and at all the rest of the crowd.
Zee gapes at the copy as it falls to the ground bound and gaged- just as he should’ve been. But she doesn’t have time to stare at the man escaping her, so she continues to chase, keeping a steady speed behind him. But she doesn’t even have a chance to detain him again when she hears the rip and tear of the bark, casting sharply, “NOIHSUC!” invisible barriers forming about her, and the gathered crowd to try and block as many of the shards of bark as possible. “LURH!” she commands the rubble of asphalt and debris around her, sending whatever is nearby that with a bit of luck could slam into him.
Jaime dives down as the splinters explode off of the saplings, into the crowd — but some bounce off of an invisible wall. A barrier? His scarab spots Zatanna — and he’s never been more relieved to see her. There’s nothing he can do to stop the wood, but he can try to help with the source, arm melting down into a plasma cannon and firing at him, trying to debilitate or distract.Something.
Blackstone continues to move, down the broken and eroded strip of street, able to hold his own against Zatanna for the time being, but not willing to get too much closer to her. Sweating, he turns back, as soon as the second spell is cast and his brain begins to tick away, going through words and spells before he splutters out: “Cuh—COMMOVE!" And the asphalt and debris shoot up from where they had been flung at him, turning into a tornado of rock and cement, absorbing the plasma cannon. He holds his hand out, towards the.. giant blue thing and cries: "ARCA!" A giant footlocker trunk, around ten feet by five, closes around Blue Beetle, trapping him in the darkness…and begins to bury itself in the ground.
Jaime can’t see through the flying debris, but he’s pretty sure the blasts missed. But, hey, on the bright side — two versus one. And he distracted him. He’s about to close in and go for some hand to hand when the scarab casually mentions the construct (or not-construct) — but by then it’s too late and it locks around him. “Oh, this is great,” he mutters, banging on the metal (is it metal? maybe?). And then there’s the distinct sensation of falling, followed by the scarab mentioning that they’re being buried. No big deal, just. You know. Magic metal coffin, no biggie. Not like he’s got a thing about being buried alive or anything.
At the sound of Blue Beetle’s plasma blast, Zee feels a momentary relief knowing there’s some reinforcements coming her way. But the tornado and trunk sealing around her backup dash it all. Jaime can handle himself…right right and stopping this guy was a priority. So she continues to tail him. shrieking, “Edacirrab!!” the spell forms walls upon walls to in front of the magician, rounding about him as they grow in size and thickness. He’s gotta stop running sometime, just please let it be now. Pushing herself, she charges toward him- ready to tackle or do anything to stop this guy.
Blackstone cries out at the slamming of the rubber bullets into his back and he staggers, which gives him just enough time to dodge and roll, out of the way of the walls that Zee constructs around him. He hits the ground roughly, skinning his arms and legs, and hobbles, looking up as the walls close around him. He holds up his hand and shouts: “PALLIUM! And he makes a motion around himself, as if he were drawing fabric around himself, and when his wrist winds in front of him, he disappears.
Zee dives after him, hands scrambling for a scrap of fabric to hold him down, but he’s gone. She lies still on the pavement, scrapped and torn from the asphalt she hurled herself onto in a last ditch effort to get something from this guy that wouldn’t be dished back to her. “DAMMIT.” she shouts, pushing herself off the street and running back to Jaime, now with all the time in the world to get him out of the trunk….that was, “Oh fuck FUCK!” it was burying itself into the ground, “BB I’m gonna get you!” she tries to reassure him, “Esaec!” she commands the trunk. Maybe it’ll listen to another master.
Jason is about ready to let out a breath of relief when the man disappears, but then he notices that it doesn’t seem to be slowing the progress of the footlocker. Well shit. Dropping from the building, he sprints over, mind racing. Not coming up with a lot of ideas, he quickly pulls his phone from his pocket, sending a frantic text to Jaime. [text]: how much heat can the bugsuit take? yuo might be able to melt your way out
Jaime hears his phone going off — and laughs, still panicking. Well, he still gets reception down here, that’s nice. Maybe he’ll still be able to watch YouTube while he’s in the core. He doesn’t actually read the text (maybe Khaji did, he’s not sure), but the scarab suggests a similar idea — the only downside being that he could just melt everything around the metal as well and just encase himself a thousand feet below sea level. Grimacing, and left with like, two options, he goes for the one that doesn’t involve dying — arms bulking out into cannons and firing at the top of the box. It takes longer than he wants, but eventually it starts dripping, orange-hot metal melting all over his armor (similarily burning like a coal at the edges). Once it’s big enough for him to squeeze through, he rockets up, heart pounding in his ears. Oh, this sucks.
And finally, finally, he hits the surface, armor still glowing orange and covered in drops of silver metal. He lands and then just kind of stands there, a little shaky. “That sucked. That sucked.” His eyes flick over to Jason and Zee — mostly Zatanna, she looks a little… mussed. “You okay? What happened to Johnny Appleseed?”
Zee can’t breath as she watches the trunk just keep going. “No no no…no no…” she moans softly, feeling nothing but helpless as the trunk refuses to obey her. But once she starts hearing the blasts, the metal around Jaime brighten with heat, Blue Beetle emerge. Only then can she finally stand, legs feeling pretty much like jell-o at this point. “I’m- yeah he’s.” she waves a hand, “Poof. I have no motive, other than destruction so. Fantastic.” she covers her hand over her face firmly, but hisses as her hand makes contact, the small bits of gravel from her palm pressing in on the few scrapes she’d gotten in her last ditch effort to stop ‘Johnny Appleseed’.
Jaime grimaces and takes a step forward to check her hand — but the asphalt around his feet is soft, melted from the heat and catches him like a tar pit. “He just vanished?” he asks, hands wrapped around his thigh and tugging as he tries to pull it out of the street. Giving up for now, he turns and scans the area, the line they fought in— “…Not getting a trail. Nothing. It’s like he wasn’t even there.”
Jason lets out a shaky breath when Jaime shoots up and out of the locker. One problem down. He moves to Zee’s side, one hand going to her arm to help steady her. “Not much we can do if we can’t follow him. Should head up to the Medbay,” he adds, eyes flicking over the scratches on Zatanna’s face.
"I’m fine." Zatanna insists firmly, not wanting to be babied. She’d go to the Medbay when she was cut in half, not with a few playground scrapes. Wiping her hand along her dusted jacket she cleans her palm as best as she can manage. She presses her gravel free hand along her cheek, “Dnem…” she murmurs, wincing as the few open scrapes rapidly scab over. “See, no Medbay, I can get myself all patched up.”
Pulling her arm back away from Jason, she nods, “I’ve got to see if I can pick up anything on this guy…if you can contain the area and make sure I didn’t miss anyone with that bark spell of his. I’d appreciate it.” a teleportation spell cracks her away from the devastated street, and back to her apartment.
Now’s the time to face that mirror. Whether she wants to or not now.