<-Huh?>

Octavian's arrivals are not, in fact, anywhere near as flashy as those of his little sister. He's not even as flashy as Tidebringer. He isn't trying to be flashy at all, he's just trying to be efficient.

This does not exactly stop him from being more impressive than almost anyone else you could name.

First, there is not an Octavian there. Then there is. (There are levels of speed that are difficult to distinguish from teleportation.) He has extremely close-trimmed hair and an extremely close-trimmed beard and earbud headphones is wearing small round glasses which serve to amplify his sheer disapproval at the sloppiness and incompetence in every part of this battlefield, emphasizing his absolute focus on whatever he's doing. He's within five feet of one of Livia's troops and the man with the stunner goes back against the wall and up simultaneously and collapses in a heap. Then he's next to another one. Then another. His flying near-teleports are punctuated with motions, precise arm gestures that bring his hands close to whoever he's hitting but never touching, which is irrelevant, because the air (funneled by his touch into whirlwind blasts) touches them for him. He is not bothering to waste punches - if he's within arm's reach of someone, they are already out of the fight, and he's moving on to the next. 

That "huh" is barely finished by the time the last of Livia's troops outside the bubble is unconscious.

Wow, that is some very impressive speed and judicious-application-of-force and... multitasking, because now that he's close enough for the sound from his headphones to be audible, she can tell that he's doing all this while listening to a book on Chilean macroeconomic policy in Spanish at 8x speed. 

...this isn't immediately relevant to Musoka, though. She can share it later, once things have calmed down more.

<Good job holding out for reinforcements!>

She grins at the praise, and then concentrates on her bubble. 

The walls dissolve into thick ribbons of blue light, each one wrapping up one of mercenaries into thin blue cocoons that bind their arms and legs to their sides, leaving their heads exposed. 

She floats them all next to each other, then looks around the battlefield for something to do. Anyone injured in need of healing? Any fires to put out?

Injured people, check! Fires, not check! Shapeshifter... seems to have disappeared when she saw Tavi coming.

Octavian: Gone.

Well, uh. Glad he stopped by? She waves awkwardly in the direction he left in, then starts healing the injured people, floating from person to person and staying very focused on that and trying very hard not to think about or look at the people who she did not get to in time.

Nah. Instead she's going to be in a box.

And Musoka is in a box! She feels a very light shove and then a feeling of bumping into something with no part of her body in particular and then she's in a box!

It is a totally featureless metal box, about ten feet by ten feet, with a TV screen on one wall and no doors.

(To Mom 2: As far as they can tell, the box is airtight. The oxygen levels do not, however, seem to be decreasing. The box is also floating in an endless vacuum; there are no stars in the sky or ground beneath it, just empty space, on all sides, forever.)

aaaaAAAA?

<What just happened???>

What the fuck? This universe is such bullshit

<Unknown. As far as I can tell, we were... shoved into this box?? Which... seems to my sensors to be floating in a void. There wasn't any dimensional transit involved, and I didn't register a physical discontinuity, so I don't think we were teleported, but I don't have any idea what actually happened.>

Are there wifi signals she can use to connect to the internet?

Absolutely not.

Musoka... is just going to stare blankly at the wall in front of her, for a bit.

And then abruptly, her construct-armor and environmental shield cut out, and she curls up into a ball, sobbing.

She doesn't even know what Minerva wanted her to protect, but it's obvious that she failed. People died back there, she saw them die, and even if she managed to save some of them, it was all for nothing! And now she's trapped in a box, further from home than she's ever been, and she doesn't know why but she's so scared and sad and she just wants to go home but she can't go home, not now, maybe not ever, she might be trapped in this box for the rest of her life-

<-Musoka, the thing we were trying to protect was you. News about you de-aging people hit the internet, and Minerva warned me that several supervillains were probably going to try and kidnap you. ...Which is probably what happened, just now. Safe deaging is extremely rare, here, and there's a lot of very powerful supervillains who are getting old and would want access to your power.>

The sobbing pauses, and then she shrieks.

<What???>

<You lied to me! Why???>

Those poor people died because of her, because Minerva knew that she couldn't protect herself, and she didn't even know! She put them into the line of fire just by being there, and she didn't even know!

She punches the closest wall, hard, with her ringed hand. It hurts kind of a lot, actually, and obviously won't do anything to the ring or the AI inside it, but she's too upset to care; she sobs, angrily, and punches again.

Oh. Oh no. <...I was worried that once I told you, you'd be more afraid and more likely to lose the ability to channel hope. I was trying to put it off until the immediate danger had passed. I didn't mean to lie to you, I just... didn't want to put you in more danger by telling you.> 

She pauses. <...I'm sorry, Musoka.>

<Well, you managed to delay my kidnapping by like fifteen entire minutes, and I don't even know how many people died because of it! I'm never trusting you again!>

...She punches the wall again, feebly, but she's mostly sobbing too hard to have coherent thoughts, now. 

"You know, this was not how I was expecting this kidnapping to go," says the face that just appeared on the television screen.

"Hi! I'm the False Sage of the Way of Enlightenment! I want to be immortal!"

Musoka... is too distraught to process that right now, actually.

(She thinks that if you kidnap people by shoving them into an inescapable box with no warning right after a stressful combat experience, it's actually decently likely that their immediate response is going to be to have a meltdown about it!)

(He thinks that this is not the first time he's kidnapped a superhero, honestly, most of them take it better.)

"... Excuse me?"