"That would probably beg me to ask who you are again."
"But I don't want to tell you. And I don't feel like showing you, either. Can we just... stand here for a bit, maybe?"
You consider this, but abruptly all things stop making sense, and your brain floods with a strangeness it has never known, your mind getting pulled in all directions simultaneously. You instinctively close your eyes and shut your ears, buckling over in sensory overload as your brain scrambles to make sense of a few hundred contradictory messages. You think your powers fire off a few times along the way. You can't tell. You fall to your knees and curl up, your brain blithering, babbling, boiling, bubbling, cognition interrupted at a fundamental level.
You regain relative consciousness surprisingly soon, though. The girl seems to have draped herself over you, and doesn't seem to be moving much, although you hear the tiniest incoherent whispers coming from her mouth. The stadium is roaring through the hands you've put over your ears, and the wind is piercing down into your bones, the ground is shaking violently. The world is ending. You just know it.
"If you could keep them turned away from me, that would be nice." Carrie addresses One-Eighty prior to walking to the outskirts of the people on the field's vision. She then proceeds to sprint as fast as she can, stretching her power to its limits, to the podium and slamming as many keys as she can.
One Eighty gives you the thumbs up as you run over to the podium completely unimpeded with a power sprint, slamming all the available keys, putting to work both of your forearms as you try to test the limits of this strange machine. Your body catches up to you in what feels longer than it probably is, slamming down all the same keys in reality. And then, as you return to real time once more, you start to suspect this wasn't such a smashing idea after all. Or, rather, it was quite the smashing idea, but altogether more literally than you would have liked, as your poor brain feels like it's been struck by a galaxy all at once, strained through an event horizon, been subject to a grim violation of basic rules of causality. You immediately fire off your powers, but it doesn't help - it extends the moment, actually, and in a panic you repossess your body and run like a wounded animal, flat out in no direction in particular. Your astral self trips and skids to a stop on the ground, followed at a much faster rate by the real thing, and it takes a good twenty seconds before you can even begin to make sense of what you see and hear, the cold, damp ground serving as your anchor to reality.
Feeling that it would be important to get your bearings, you try to get up. You're not sure you can. It takes a use of your power, during which you survey the field, afterimages of your strange experience burned into your mind, not just creeping in at the edges, but damping your current perceptions very noticeably. You think you've done a bad thing, sort of. Nobody on the field save for Ilo, who seems to be in the middle of rubbing his temples with a very mildly exhilarated expression with the hints of a smile on his face, has managed to remain upright. Virtually everyone who's fallen down has their eyes closed. As you watch the still of the scene, trying to discern carefully what's real and what's not for over a subjective two hours, you realize you have little idea beyond the things that don't remain past some ten minutes probably not being actual things. That still leaves flashes of fire in the sky, swirling clouds, spires shooting out of the ground, horrific faces forming from strange whitish vapor emerging from the bleachers, spirals of lightning blasting through the walls of the stadium, people levitating slightly above ground, or at least that's what you think they're doing... thing is, you just don't know anymore.
Selina was surprised by the story… and at how much she didn't know about the house, though now some things made a bit more sense with the boy's reactions… And also explained why Rita was so forward in a way with this as she didn't know what she wanted or was feeling.
"Y-yeah… I understand that a-a lot. TH-things get pr-pretty hectic at those t-times." Selina gives a small, encouraging smile, understanding the crazy roller coaster affect that had occurred for her.
"Ruined all that nice mystery a bit hard, though, didn't it?" Rita looks down at the table, half-shrugging. "You'll lose what little interest you had in the first place at this rate."
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