Xaviers!

Ennio smirked before turning into Kabuto again right in the middle of the creature, hoping the sudden change in size would get him the rest of the way and do even more damage.

"It's working up to something big! Massive wave incoming!" Wanda reports as she pushes herself out to meet the wave. Most of what she could do would actively make the wave worse, even stalling it would just make it build more, if not for here then for somewhere else, but here and now is the concern. She hovers in front of the wave, pulling on her power as she shoves a massive wind force at the wave itself, trying to push the wave as much as she can.

Flying out towards it Wanda is dwarfed by the wave but the wind whipping around her builds until she slams it into the wave. At first it doesn't do much but skim water off the surface but then she notices that where the wind is disrupting the water, Eil Mor's control over it weakens and parts of it collapse back into the estuary. She can feel the wear on her as well as the world at large (there'll probably be some nasty winds in store for the UK in the coming days) but she's keeping the wave from reaching critical mass and buying them some time.

Time Tosh/Ennio/Kabuto desperately need. His enlarged shape pushes back against the Titan's innards trying to crush him but it leaves him with even less room to move, his fingers less than an inch from the twitching core as he fights against the gelatinous mass. And with one last push of his considerable strength he reaches far enough, his hand grasping the grapefruit-sized mass. The unnatural shape collapses back into a solid sphere in his hand, but even in a less fragile shape Kabuto's hand closes around it like a vice... and after a couple heartbeats there's a sundering crack he can feel all the way up to his shoulder.

All around Kabuto the gelatinous mass falls away as it loses cohesion, melting down into nothing but water and even that slowly evaporates as he slowly descends to the ground in a deflating mass of jellyfish.

Out over the water Wanda's final swell of air wears away the last lingering effects of the Titan's control over it and the water falls back towards the ocean rather than the town. Some of it will come back, but the (hopefully) coming low-tide should off-set any serious flooding.

And Sam continues to lie on the floor, unresponsive.

Will -- or bits of him, at least -- washed up on the muddy banks of the river, coughing and hacking (perhaps more out of habit than out of necessity).

"Bloody hell," he spat, trying to regain his senses.

Kabuto got to his feet, grateful not to be covered in jellyfish guts.

"Huzzah! The day is saved!" he announced heroically.

The lone figure out over the water continues to hover there for a few moments, looking around. Finally, Wanda's voice comes over the com, sounding very tired. "I have some things that need seeing to. I'll check in later." The figure's angle changes and heads away, northward along the coast.

Spotting the unconscious Sam, Tosh pushed his way back to the surface of his mind and returned to his normal self. He rushed over to check on her.

"Umm... guys? I may have broken Sam," he said into his uncannily durable comm.

Will dragged himself over towards where Sam fell, gradually reforming as he did so.

He bent over to check her pulse, and then lifted an eyelid.

"...She's not home right now."

"Is this," he asked with a gulp, "Because I killed it? I didn't know she was connected to it."

"It might be," Will admitted. "Or it might not. Astral stuff is...confusing, to say the least."

He did what he could to try to make sure the still larger-than-life Sam's head stayed above water.

"I don't think you did anything wrong, Tosh. I think she's just having some trouble finding her way home."

With a relieved but still worried sigh, he asked, "Is there anything we can do to help her?"

Will shook his head. "Not directly.

I'm going to stay here; try to serve as a beacon she could look for. Moving her could be...bad."

"Then I guess I'll go lend a hand with the cleanup. Seems the best use of my abilities."

After a while of Sam still not having come to, a crew from the school arrives to secure the crashed plane while another van pulls up right next to the waiting Will. Stepping out of the side-door is Ashlie of all people, wearing her usual style of white suit but with a transparent overcoat and bright yellow rainboots. She looks probably more confused than anybody else as to why she's here.

"Excellent work preventing even worse." she says with a nod at those still present. "Is Morrigan okay?" she goes on, looking down at where Sam is lieing on the soggy ground.

"She's stable," Will said, from up in the direction of the giantess' head. "Breathing normally, if slowly."

"Well. That raises even more questions then because something hijacked my tablet." she says, holding it up and showing Will the two garbled message, the latter of which needed some running through algorithms to reconstruct proper words.

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"Headmistress, can you hear me?"

"It's Samantha. Are you near the water? Can you get to my body?"

"Hrnh," Will grunted. "No, that fits. She's gone on a walkabout, and isn't skilled enough yet so coming home provides a challenge."

"You're going to have to be a lot more elaborate than that to explain how an unconscious telepath, from a good mile away created text on my tablet. I did not type out something I heard. It simply appeared."

"I suspect she's not so much unconscious as it is her conciousness is...elsewhere.

As for how it showed up on your tablet....new app?"

"That's not... how would that even... No." she says, but she does swipe around on the tablet for a moment to check for any aberrant programs, coming up empty.

"It's worth a look," Will shrugged.

"It's possible that she is somehow aware of us, but is having trouble getting a fix on herself. No brain activity to twig onto, if she's somehow become...disassociated."

"I'll admit I'm not too knowledgeable when it come to Telepathy. Should we move her to less clammy surroundings or does physical location matter?"

Will shook his head. "I wouldn't risk moving her. Physical location sometimes does some weird things when nobodys home.

What she needs is a beacon of some sort -- a route to guide her home."

"Somehow I feel an actual transmission tower isn't going to do the trick?"

"A metaphorical one would do nicely," Will said, with a small frown.

"The question is -- how do we set one up. Here, at any rate. Back home, it's more simple. Here, there are complications."

"I'm all out of metaphors. All I can offer is an actual transmitter."

"That's alright," Will said, removing his shirt. "I am the Fulacht na Mór Ríoghna. It's the wrong Morrigan, and there may be consequences to doing this, but I may be able to light up like a signal flare for her."

"This is going to be one of those things that will frustrate me to no end if it works, isn't it?"

"It would have, a few months ago," Will nodded. "Just think of it as a complicated traceroute, for an old operating system. And we are at a ford. Kind of. Sort of. I've seen worse."

Will waves his hands in the murky water for a few moments, and rubbed some of the mud and grime on his chest, as he prepared. "If you've gained some squeamish tendencies since getting flesh and blood, you may not want to watch this," he warned, before shifting his left hand into a long, ornate blade, concentrating to make sure the patterns of knots and lines on it were just right.

"Sith co nem
Nem co doman
Doman fo ním
Nert hi cach
An forlann
Lan do mil
Mid co saith
Sam hi ngam..."

As Will chanted, he took the blade across his chest, cutting into the flesh and tracing some sort of pattern, blood beginning to drip down and mix with the muck of the water.

"Gai for sciath
Sciath for durnd
Dunad lonngarg
Longaiter tromfoíd
Fod di uí
Ross forbiur
Benna abu
Airbe imetha
Mess for crannaib
Craob do scis
Scis do áss
Saith do mac
Mac for muin"

Will continued to chant, and carve...

"I am extremely glad for my newfound ability to pretend that this did not happen in any official capacity because this would raise a lot of concerns. And quite frankly still does on a personal level."

"I'd be happy to unpack that with you later," Will grunted, as he continued to chant.

"muinel tairb
tarb di arccoin
odhb do crann
crann do ten
tene a nn-ail
ail a n-uír
uích a mbuaib
boinn a mbru
brú lafefaid
ossglas iaer
errach foghamar
forasit etha
iall do tir
tir co trachd
la feabrae
bidruad rossaib
síraib rithmár
nach scel laut?
sith co nemh
bidsirnae sith."

Will can feel a sudden slack in his physical shape that only lasts for the fraction of a second, but long enough that during it he can feel something impacting him. Not here, but somehow he knows that something just rocked the Mirror.

Will stumbled to his knee a bit, reaching out to catch himself on the Giant Sam in the Mud, sure to become a local tourist attraction in no time at all.

"What th..." he said, shaking his head and trying to clear it.

A little bit after Tosh radioed Tereza, the large white werewolf comes into view, padding up to Will and Ashlie, her gaze fixed on the oversized Sam. "What happened?"

"A very good question that I'm not sure how to answer. Legion has theorized that Morrigan is currently... elsewhere and tried to provide a beacon for her."

"Tereza," Will said, still trying to clear his head. "Good, you're here."

He awkwardly tried to stand up, his legs still wobbling a little bit - presumably not from the blood loss from his chest, though that wasn't a very professional look.

"You may have better luck as bait for a wandering astral presence."

"I don't know," Tereza says, moving over to rest herself on one of Sam's arms. "Especially if the didn't work," she nose-gestures at Will's 'injuries'.

"I may be...calibrated wrong," Will said, carefully. "For your Sam. It's possible the, erm, directions I gave her were misinterpreted."

"That's probably not good," Tereza frowns, "But I'm at a loss here."

"As am I," Will sighed. "I never exactly graduated to High Priestess standards back home. And I'm much more of the X-Man than a Champion, so I've just been trying to fill that role the best I can to try to lure her back home."