Selina gulps, a thousand thoughts of how this could go wrong running through her head. In the end, she slowly closed her eyes and squeezed Rita's hand tightly.
"R-ready..."
"Okay. We're ready here," Rita says, holding on to your hand tightly as well, and moments later a slight electric hum starts, which you think is the spotlight, maybe? You don't get to appreciate it for long, as it is soon drowned out by a far more ominous hum, this one less identifiable. You think that's the sphere. There's a slight ring that you can discern underneath it at first, but it too gets drowned within moments. The hum grows in volume, though it's still fairly quiet by the time you hear Rita pipe up again.
"Now we open our eyes. On the count of three."
Oh dear. This is probably going to be troubling.
"Three."
Do you really want to open your eyes?
"Two."
How could this possibly be good for you?
"One!"
Oh god. You'll be lucky if your mind is merely split in half after this. You've heard
things about these spheres. One guy in your class disappeared from the face of the earth once, you recall. They said he'd tried one of these before he disappeared. They never did find him, dead, alive or anything else.
Alex would close his eyes and focus. He would be silent as he would attempt to bring a random person near him into his pocket dimension.
You pick a random woman passing you by on her way to the stadium, and after getting a good look at her, make with the pocket dimension stuff, immediately finding yourself in the welcome-mat dunes of your pocket dimension, the red sun greeting your arrival.
The woman is standing ten meters away from you. You feel the peace start to leave your mind. The woman looks at you, seeming quite worried.
"Uh," she says, looking nervous. "What just happened?"
Lightning strikes dramatically in the background.
Kyle sits there for a few moments as he thinks. Is he okay? Should he answer honestly if he isn't? Yes. Yes is the answer to both questions. The guy will probably think he's crazy but that's not the worst thing to happen to him.
"... No. No I am not."
Kyle gets up with a sigh.
"'Why?' You may ask. I'll tell you. So, the first thing I remember is being around a friend earlier yesterday. That's the only thing I really remember. I don't remember how I got their, I don't even remember where I live if I did live somewhere. So I come here and I stay the night. Bad idea for me since my room went all eldritch on me and I couldn't sleep. After an entire night of fear hiding under my pillow I come out to hear screaming. And that was also mistake because nothing was here so I decided to hug the asphalt until things didn't hate me. In short, I am not okay and now wish that I died before the point I remember things."
"Hm," the guy says. "That sounds familiar."
He scratches his chin, looking vaguely uncomfortable.
"So you can't remember anything? That's pretty unusual. Does your head hurt, do you feel dizzy? Might be a brain injury, in which case you really should find a hospital," he says, sounding concerned, and yet also a tad hopeful.
"Heh, yeah... probably end up looking like some sort of Godzilla movie."
Drink some more vodka, idly flip a coin to see if it gets bigger the further it gets from me.
It does, and it looks trippy, not to mention slightly wicked.
Idly flipping coins while stoned, you realize, is a great way to have fun while still looking slightly intimidating, though you're not sure your facial expression agrees with your movements.
"Hey, they're starting to walk into the stadium," the guy says, pointing outside the window. You see a single person the size of a house slowly lumbering across the field. Looks like a regular dude. What's he up to?
"I see One-Eighty. I'm fine. Just chillin. It's like the effect of one of Ilo's gadgets. But the last one worked by visual stimulation. How is this one working? Must be a pacifier, to keep folks from interfering. Keep me from my revenge." Jake said distantly, thinking out loud as his eyes glazed over. He felt like he didn't need revenge. Or at least most of him did. A small part of him kept nagging him, trying to get him to focus and do what he came here for. Dissent had hurt his mother and his brother, and that sort of crime demanded payback.
You guess you want revenge or something. The whole thing seems a little silly, but you resolve not to think about it overmuch. Revenge is a thing you mustn't overthink, after all. Though you suppose it is entirely appropriate to delay it until you can work up a good rage, which simply isn't happening right now. If you kill someone, feel nothing and get nothing, what's the point?
"Hmm... No thats boring." she grabs his arm and activates her power. Time to see if it actually worked on others.
It does not work in any way, which you suppose makes sense, intuitively-speaking. It wouldn't be fair at all if you could just let anyone partake of your abilities. Why, you might be slightly less lonely and psychotic if you could. And we can't have that, can we?
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