Sep 24, 2019 4:42 AM
spies and superheroes and sith oh my
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She does, pretty thoroughly.

This is at least an interesting test of their strength, and 'seeing how they attack the wall' gives her a chance to drop out of acceleration and catch her breath. (She makes sure they can't just climb out, too, finding a rough roof for where it doesn't meet the subway roof well.)

Are they showing any signs of intelligence? Language? She can probably understand any languages since she could understand the random native, which Jet suspects was down to 'it never occurred to Wiccan that they wouldn't be able to talk.' Reality warpers are annoying like that.

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Doesn't seem like they're communicating or really any more sophisticated than your average wildlife.

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She doesn't want to get into punching range even still, and her other option - accelerating things until they explode when she drops them out - is noisy and messy.

She runs back to Nausicaa.

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Who has summoned a bunch of mirrors and is trying to get them to show the surrounding area. No dice on universes. She's definitely managed a view of some planet. No clue where their host went.

Scrying is frustrating work.

"Find anything?" she asks Jet when Jet slows down enough to spot.

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"Ruins, with scorch marks. Probably explosions or exotic weapons. Also probably rakghouls. Eight, not too far; I walled them in. They weren't acting intelligent. Can I have any weapons at all; throwing rocks at things is annoying."

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"So, like, super long sword? Maybe a spear thing... So you're not having to drop out of acceleration to fight?" (And also because Wiccan needs to at least think she understands how something works to make one, which means no laser swords. Yet.)

She remembers having seen some kind of sword-spear polearm once. She conjures one for Jet.

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"Thanks."

And, now duly armed with a blade on a stick, she goes back to investigate the rakghouls.

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They're right where she left them, doing much the same thing.

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She speeds back up. They're unlikely to break through in the next real-time minute.

Which means she gets a very exhausting week to spend cautiously exploring the subway.

...After getting a few shake-to-recharge flashlights and some emergency glow-sticks from Wiccan.

 

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Good idea, it's even darker underground.

It won't take a whole week to explore the tunnels as most of them are collapsed and impassable. She will find a couple more surface breaches, and a bigger nest of rakghouls deeper in.

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Yeah this is too close for comfort.

Hello rakghouls, meet Jet's very sharp blade on a stick.

She doesn't accelerate more, this is basically at the upper limit of 'endurable' already, but she does start working through the basically-still rakghouls, slitting throats.

If any of them react fast enough to move at all perceptibly, she'll get out of there, but for now: bladework that only isn't messy because hearts don't beat that fast.

(Sometimes she thinks wryly about all the things the Young Avengers failed to advertise about hero work when they recruited her. Zombie control had not been how she pictured her post-juvie life.)

(She'll feel bad about this later if they turn out to be sapient. Maybe. Acceleration does weird things to her brain.)

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The rakghouls are very obliging about standing still, from her perspective. What she can see of their blood looks... stickily unnatural.

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She's unsure if that's 'aliens' or 'magic.'

She finishes clearing out the rakghouls, both here and the ones she walled in, then heads back to Wiccan.

"I'm going to take a nap. Can you clean this?" She raises the now very unnaturally sticky blade in her teammate's general direction.

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"...Sure?" She does that, and conjures a hammock held up by magic. 

"I'll start small-scale scrying, how about? I'll wake you if anything's heading our way." Though scrying by area's pretty hard...

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"Sure."

She goes to flop, cradling her blade stick.

Assuming they don't get attacked or Wiccan doesn't see anything, she'll probably sleep a few hours.

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The first thing to approach is Legate again, armor slightly stained with rakghoul blood.

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"Hey, Jet, friendly company," Wiccan says, floating over to poke her teammate. 

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Jet sits up, groaning a bit and blinking.

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Eh, she's conscious.

Wiccan turns to wave at Legate. She's doesn't look critically injured, but she's still at a bit of a distance...

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She doesn't seem to be more injured on closer inspection.

"Hey. Everything quiet out here?"

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"There was a nest of those rakghoul things nearby I cleared out," Jet mutters. "Didn't find anything else right near us."

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"Didn't get any fluids on you, did you?"

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"No. Is that dangerous as well?"

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"It's safest to assume that just about any form of contact with a rakghoul is dangerous."

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"Are you alright?"

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