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It is a fairly typical rainy August afternoon. Edie is lounging in civvies with a good book, and Emily is snacking on some leftover birthday cake while transformed and working on a metal sculpture.
"I don't know why you're bothering," Edie says of the copper-and-verdigris design. "I mean, the rest of it is going to go green too eventually, right?"
"Maybe, maybe not," Emily says stubbornly. "I could coat it with clear paint or something to prevent oxidation."
"Fair enough," Edie says, and returns to perusing her book.
whatamithinking
who-are-dreams
She studies it intently for a few seconds, nods, hands it back, incants something in a foreign language, and vanishes again.
The alarms are still blaring, and there are two full squads of guards stationed along the last stretch of corridor leading up to the prisoners' enclosure.
The entrance to the enclosure has been sealed by an extra wall.
The entrance to the enclosure has been sealed by an extra wall.
iamnotpolaris
"Magnetic Field Manipulation"
It's much more difficult for guards to be a problem when every piece of metal on them is under someone else's direct command!
It's much more difficult for guards to be a problem when every piece of metal on them is under someone else's direct command!
whatamithinking
Probably not a good idea to just kill them.
"Ironwill Shield IronwillShield IronwillShieldironwillshieldironwillsheild," she mutters, repurposing the defensive spell to imprison the guards. "Emily, I don't think an EMP is probably going to take down that wall, bu we don't know that it won't and it's the option we've got with the least chance of collateral damage right now."
"Ironwill Shield IronwillShield IronwillShieldironwillshieldironwillshei
whatamithinking
Well, the walls aren't soundproof...
Edie walks as close to the wall as she thinks she can reliably get away with, and calls, "Hello? Can you hear me over there?"
Edie walks as close to the wall as she thinks she can reliably get away with, and calls, "Hello? Can you hear me over there?"
whatamithinking
"I'm Psychic Maiden Cerebella! My sister Iron Maiden Magnetar and I are Janine's magical girl friends!"
whatamithinking
"We're trying, but you all need to stay away from this part of it if you can, because we can't be sure of not punching through hard enough that anyone on the other side of the wall might get hit!"
Oh, right. "And the guy who had you all brought here is dead."
Oh, right. "And the guy who had you all brought here is dead."
"Yeah."
Nothing more for a minute or so; then, "Okay, everybody's on the other side of the room now."
Nothing more for a minute or so; then, "Okay, everybody's on the other side of the room now."
This opens a hole in the wall, not really big enough for any people to come through it, but big enough to look through and see the large open space with a crowd of people huddled together on the opposite side.
whatamithinking
Well, as long as it didn't hurt anyone, she can just keep blasting the wall until the hole is big enough, can't she?
The huddled people get out of the way, revealing about a dozen people lying on the ground in various states of unpleasantness. Some are unconscious, some crying. Only one is visibly injured, a man with a huge bruise on one side of his face; the rest, apparently, had encounters with the walls.
A boy somewhere between eight and twelve years old follows them across the room, having apparently been waiting beside the former doorway while they blasted their way in.
A boy somewhere between eight and twelve years old follows them across the room, having apparently been waiting beside the former doorway while they blasted their way in.
iamnotpolaris
...Yeah, bruise man is the lowest priority here. Emily begins healing the rest, dotting one and healing them before moving on to the next--it probably wouldn't leave her nonfunctional to sympathetically heal several people at once who had been walled but she's not eager to try it.