You look down at the paper in front of you, and sigh.
As a Wizard, a lot of your life revolves around wording; whether you're writing a Wizardry, convincing reality to bend
just so, or writing an essay for a class, it's something that you get a lot of chances to practice.
And yet, now that you've sat down to write a letter to your Aunt Anne, you can't think of
anything to write.
As you tap the paper with your pen, you hear a stray thought in your mind- a thought from Bobo, specifically. Also known as the Peridexic Effect, the spirit of Wizardry(you call it Bobo) had showed up during the Pullulus Crisis to grant those Wizards who still had their Art a power boost; after the Crisis, it had mostly faded, but for some odd reason it had stuck around in your mind. You're not complaining, though; it's rather helpful to have around- it can interface with the Manual, provide needed words in the Speech if you don't know them, check your spells to make sure they'll work properly, and can even cast pre-built spells in a very short amount of time(though you're loath to take advantage of that except in the most dire of situations; practice makes perfect, after all).
You have a new message. It's marked urgent.
Apparently, it could also connect to the Manual's notification service.
Right then, you reply,
I'll check on it.
You grasp at the air in front of you for a bit, searching for the tag that you could open your personal claudication with. Upon finding it, you pull downwards, reach in, pull out your Manual, and set the book down on the table beside the paper.
You flip it open to the messenger pages with your left hand, absently doodling on the paper with your right.
[URGENT MESSAGE]: [JUANITA CALLAHAN], your presence is [REQUESTED] for [CONSULTATION/SCOUTING/INTERVENTION/CONSULTATION] on a newly discovered situation [SIMILAR TO ONE YOU PREVIOUSLY ENCOUNTERED]. Précis and [LIST OF PARTICIPANTS] is included. Presence requested no later than 2455734.29167 at the Grand Central Terminal Intercontinuual Worldgating Hub, Worldgate 1I9. [TASK] will likely be completed by 2455734.625.
You flip to the Précis, and skim over it- and blink in confusion. How, exactly, does overshadowing occur by
proxy? Moreover, why is the phrase being applied to a
universe, and how does such a thing lapse? Usually speaking, overshadowing applied to people, and were permanent; the idea of an entire universe being overshadowed was terrifying, but the idea of such a thing lapsing was…
Honestly, the whole thing is somewhat confusing. But, it looks like you'll only be needed for eight hours, and for nothing too complex; you see no problem in joining in.
You close the book with your left hand, and stop doodling with your right. You glance over at the paper.
And you drop the pen in surprise.
Though at first glance, it looks like pretty much any other absentmindedly-doodled-on paper(though admittedly, covering a bit too much of the page and with too many sharp angles), your eyes are instantly drawn to several designs, and you notice… something… in them.
A beast, colossal in comparison to its surroundings. Lightning flashes… no, it's more generic.
Energy flows around it, shifting and twisting, to fire and movement.
Another one, only slightly smaller. Drawn with elegant curves, yet angular at the same time. Clouds and water swirl about, smashing and crushing.
A third, a thing of feathers. The air shifts, the water ripples, and a… A song? A song swims through it; a most beautiful, horrible song
that draws in everything that hears-
[JUANITA CALLAHAN]
You jolt as your
[NAME] crosses through your mind, practically
shouted by the Peridexis. You shake your head and glance down at the piece of paper again, carefully ignoring the song as it dances about the page; looking at it from a different angle, it's much less elegant than it first appeared, choppy and fragmented.
No matter how much you focus, however, you can't properly see the patterns again. You think you notice around eighteen more angularly curved sections, and one of them, somehow, make you think of both howling and hope, but when you try to focus, the patterns slide out of view. You also notice an oddity; a stylized letter 'C' stuck here and there across the page.
Then something clicks, and becomes obvious behind it all. Something… no. A
pair of somethings, tightly coiled around each other, less of a pair than a separated whole; the other parts of the image flowing both from and into the larger image.
That part, once seen obscures the rest, and something is made glaringly obvious.
It's unfinished.
You sigh, and send a message, confirming that you would be there. You sit down again, and try to focus-but-not-focus on the paper, and place your pen on the line.
Four days later, you appear near gate 1I9, feeling a bit disgruntled. No matter how much you tried, you couldn't finish the page. As you appear, you notice the Manhattan Primary Worldgate Management Team near the gate, as well as several other people you know; Carl Romeo and Tom Swayle(Senior Wizards for the Long Island area), Ronan(an Irish Wizard who used to be a host for one of the Powers that Be), Filif([/font]
ermanhathrhumneits'elhessaiffnth)(a Demisev Wizard who visited a while back on an exchange program), and Kit(your partner). You also see three people there who you don't recognize, but Bobo identifies them before you can check your Manual- Mariah Jackson and Edward Abbot, a pair from Albany, and Jack Cartman, from Pittsburgh Pennsylvania. Before you can greet Kit, though, Carl begins to address everyone.
"All of you, welcome. Two weeks ago, I was returning from business at the Crossings. Normally, this nothing special; 'gate from there to Grand Central, head home. However, due to a glitch in the gate, I ended up on a different earth. I did not realize this, however, until I was already out of the station, where I saw a flying man crash into another person.
"It was at this point that I actually checked where I was. Upon doing this, I discovered several fascinating and unnerving things. One- The world had no wizards. At all. Two- Despite this, it was similar enough that, even knowing it was different, I still saw no real differences after the flying person. Besides that, the Worldgate I entered the universe through was in the same exact place that it was supposed to be in in our universe, despite the aforementioned lack of wizards. And three- the map function of my Manual initially couldn't decide whether to auto-assign the planet as Aresh-hav, though in the end it refrained from doing so."
Though you're not really surprised that the Manual tried to assign the planet the designator 'lost' (any place with a universe-wide overshadowing, even a lapsed one, was unlikely to be a particularly nice place), you're still somewhat unnerved by it.
"In any case, we called you here to analyze this new world- Well, we called some of you here to do so. Ronan, Kit, Nita, and Filif, you're all here because of your service during the Pullulus Crisis; you have experience working in a fully Aresh-hav situation, and you should be able to return after initial data-gathering and comparison to the situation on Rashah. You are here mainly to examine the situation and ascertain how hazardous it will likely be.
"Rhiow, Arhu, and Urruah, you're here both to watch over and maintain the worldgate from both sides, and because you also resolved a similar situation not too long ago.
"Edward, Jack, and Mariah, you shall be sticking around, and shall be examining the situation to a more in-depth degree."
"For several reasons," Tom continued, "the connection can only be made for a five-minute period every twenty minutes. Furthermore, due to a general lack of stability, it is likely to be unsafe for more than three people to transit through at a time. As such, you will be going through in three sets of three. Ronan, Filifermanhathrhumneits'elhessaiffnth, you will be going first, with Rhiow. The second connection will be Nita, Kit, and Arhu."
"Edward, Jack, and Mariah, you will be going last, when the other gate is secured. Urruah will be on this side, making sure the connection stays stable."
They nod at this.
"The next connection should be able to be made shortly, so if you could prepare for transit?
Ronan nods, and Filif… sort of jingles, and the first three prepare for transit. The 'gate opens, and they hop through the gate. It collapses.
"Next three?"
You move to the gating area, and get ready to enter the gate. As it opens, you feel a slight sense of unease, but you dismiss the feeling and start to jump, to avoid the sharp edges.
As you, Kit, and Arhu jump through the gate, you hear Urruah yowl, "Oh fwau, something's off. Stop! Don't j-"
You appear in a somewhat dark, cold, and snowy alleyway. The gate closes behind you, and you hear Arhu hiss in surprise.
"Where'd it go? It can't do that!"
"Do what?" you ask.
"The gate just disappeared! As soon as it closed, it just vanished. Well," He adds, "not quite vanish. The moorings are still there…?"
As his voice trails off, an added note of confusion and curiosity present, you hear shouting, strange, metallic noises, and gunfire outside of the alley. You glance over at Kit, who nods back, and you let Arhu know that you're going to go see what's going on. He replies with a "Okay, I'm going to stay here and try to figure out what the Worldgate is doing. Well, what it did, anyways...", and you and Kit head carefully towards the sound, chanting quick invisibility spells.
… well, that was the plan, anyways. You both walk about half a foot before being distinctly reminded that you're wearing summer clothing in an area with snow. You both chant quick personal temperature-control spells, followed by quick invisibility spells, and head towards the noise.
What you see is most certainly not what you expected(though admittedly, you're not quite sure what you expected; you just know you don't see it).
The first thing you notice is someone in blue armor - make that blue motorized armor, if the way it's shifting is any indication - swinging a similarly blue, high-tech looking halberd at a humanoid wolf made of writhing metal blades. Similarly, you notice someone in white-and-gold armor and a helmet that, at the very least, was heavily inspired by that of the Spartans thrusting a spear crackling with lightning at one of the people wielding guns.
And there are quite a few people wielding guns- pretty much all of them bald with tattoos on their heads, wearing similar nondescript outfits- hold on. Was that a swastika?!
You glance over at Kit, bewildered, and see a similar look of confusion on his face as he looks at the scene unfolding.
So you have armed seemingly-gang-members and a wolf made of blades fighting someone in Power Armor and a Spartan soldier with a spear made of lightning.
What are you even supposed to do in this type of situation?
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