[ no? no, what? no, it's not a creep — no this isn't wonderland — no don't go up —
suddenly wanda almost doubles over and has to catch herself on the stone outer wall of the lighthouse with the effect that reality-shredding, light-blinding arrow has on her mind, just for a moment. it stretches on in an echo (or is that just the sound of her voice she's hearing distantly as she groans?), and she pushes her thumb into her temple, shutting her eyes and then squinting them back open again. why is it pointing at her, only at her? it had to have cut through some kind of physical dimension or probability context, to ripple through her abilities like this.
stung, she does the only thing she can do — stumble away from it and lead the others more quickly into the mystery of the lighthouse. breathlessly, she starts, ]
Did you two see...
[ once inside, still talking and eyes adjusting yet again to the change in light, she scans the circular perimeter for any threats. nothing but stocks of ordinary goods, and in the center — ]
— oh god.
[ wanda rushes for the heap, then glances hastily back at her comrades. ]
Oh god, [ she repeats, ] I think there's someone alive under here.
[ one hand reaches for the edge of the blood-stained plastic covering. ]
no subject
suddenly wanda almost doubles over and has to catch herself on the stone outer wall of the lighthouse with the effect that reality-shredding, light-blinding arrow has on her mind, just for a moment. it stretches on in an echo (or is that just the sound of her voice she's hearing distantly as she groans?), and she pushes her thumb into her temple, shutting her eyes and then squinting them back open again. why is it pointing at her, only at her? it had to have cut through some kind of physical dimension or probability context, to ripple through her abilities like this.
stung, she does the only thing she can do — stumble away from it and lead the others more quickly into the mystery of the lighthouse. breathlessly, she starts, ]
Did you two see...
[ once inside, still talking and eyes adjusting yet again to the change in light, she scans the circular perimeter for any threats. nothing but stocks of ordinary goods, and in the center — ]
— oh god.
[ wanda rushes for the heap, then glances hastily back at her comrades. ]
Oh god, [ she repeats, ] I think there's someone alive under here.
[ one hand reaches for the edge of the blood-stained plastic covering. ]