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The magical shockwave ripped through the air, psychic screams ripping through everyone's minds and throwing them away from the epicenter of the warped magical creature as it tried to escape, space warping in on itself as it tried to teleport away.
Right up until the business end of a staff stabbed right through the center of its amorphous body and everything exploded.
Eventually the dust cleared, and an exhausted male voice cut through the space. "Well, that was ridiculously reckless. Sound off. Who's not dead?"
Covered in magical psychic alien goo, Illyana Rasputin raised her hand from where she lay. Well, on whatever bit of astral debris this was that constituted 'ground' to lay 'down' on. Things like gravity or directions were a bit iffy on the astral sea.
"Tell me we won," she groaned, dismissing her Soul Staff from the creature's corpse with a flick of her fingers, magical armor dissolving off her as she closed her eyes. "Or that we're dead and I can go to sleep. I'm out of juice."
"You may well wish we're dead once we're home, Yana," Strange sighed. "Wong? Wanda? Clea?"
A chorus of groans answered him as people began to stagger back to their feet, and Illyana found herself getting pulled to her feet by Wong.
"Can we get pastrami on the way home?" she begged Wong, giving her best Sad Hungry Apprentice Eyes. "Pleeeeeeeeeeease? I'm starving."
"Don't whine, Illyana, we'll feed you before we take you back to school," Wong promised, patting her shoulder reassuringly. "You can even wash that primordial essence out of your hair."
"Oh come on, I've missed weeks of class by now," Yana complained. "Do I have to go back? Whyyyyyyyy?"
"Because you still have to finish high school, Illyana, and I am not equipped to home school you any longer," Stephen said as he began the spell to bring everyone back to the Sanctum. "...and I regret to inform you that time runs differently here between worlds. You'll....be starting the year over. I do believe it's already the end of August and they're about to start fall semester."
"WHAT."
And then the bright light of Strange's teleportation spell overtook them all, and any moreswearing protestations that Illyana was about to yell utter were swallowed by the spell.
[[OOC: Guess who's back from her mental health break, bitches? One Illyana Rasputin, who gets to redo the year of school she missed. Oh, and me too. You know you missed us.]
Right up until the business end of a staff stabbed right through the center of its amorphous body and everything exploded.
Eventually the dust cleared, and an exhausted male voice cut through the space. "Well, that was ridiculously reckless. Sound off. Who's not dead?"
Covered in magical psychic alien goo, Illyana Rasputin raised her hand from where she lay. Well, on whatever bit of astral debris this was that constituted 'ground' to lay 'down' on. Things like gravity or directions were a bit iffy on the astral sea.
"Tell me we won," she groaned, dismissing her Soul Staff from the creature's corpse with a flick of her fingers, magical armor dissolving off her as she closed her eyes. "Or that we're dead and I can go to sleep. I'm out of juice."
"You may well wish we're dead once we're home, Yana," Strange sighed. "Wong? Wanda? Clea?"
A chorus of groans answered him as people began to stagger back to their feet, and Illyana found herself getting pulled to her feet by Wong.
"Can we get pastrami on the way home?" she begged Wong, giving her best Sad Hungry Apprentice Eyes. "Pleeeeeeeeeeease? I'm starving."
"Don't whine, Illyana, we'll feed you before we take you back to school," Wong promised, patting her shoulder reassuringly. "You can even wash that primordial essence out of your hair."
"Oh come on, I've missed weeks of class by now," Yana complained. "Do I have to go back? Whyyyyyyyy?"
"Because you still have to finish high school, Illyana, and I am not equipped to home school you any longer," Stephen said as he began the spell to bring everyone back to the Sanctum. "...and I regret to inform you that time runs differently here between worlds. You'll....be starting the year over. I do believe it's already the end of August and they're about to start fall semester."
"WHAT."
And then the bright light of Strange's teleportation spell overtook them all, and any more
[[OOC: Guess who's back from her mental health break, bitches? One Illyana Rasputin, who gets to redo the year of school she missed. Oh, and me too. You know you missed us.]
