by Narrator » Wed Jul 29, 2020 10:34 pm
Sam gets a distant impression from Will's mind drawing on his power, but it's still buried under Will's numerous metaphorical bakeries and factories. And then the gas reaches her. The gas that is saturated with MGH. And suddenly everything comes into focus. Not just Will and his power but everything. If Cerebra extends her range, this cranks up the intensity. Will in the air all around her, particles suspended in a mesh of thoughts, brimming and vibrating with endless potential, in tune with something beyond from which power is not just flowing but pouring like a torrent.
It's almost blinding now that it's come into focus and much like the abstract tree being home to swarms of ravens that Cailleach showed her she can make out something. It's... a Chair. But it's a Chair in all it's quintessence. Four legs, a seat, backrest. No details, just... Perfection. Like a child's drawing of a Chair it's not representative of any specific piece of furniture, it is The Chair. It is All Chairs. It's comfy, it's too hard, it's rickety and sturdy, it is for sitting on, it is for standing precipitously to reach a cookie jar. It is Chair.
Until it's not. It is A Tool. Hammer? Wrench? Screwdriver? One of those hex-thingies? A sharp stone? A fishing rod? Yes. Again it is the core idea of a tool. It is held. It is utilized. It eases or enables tasks. It is Tool.
Until it's not. It is Vehicle. A corvette? Shitty moped? Plane? Toy Car? Yes. It is driven. It moves. It carries people and objects. It races. It crashes. It is Car.
Until it's not.
And so it keeps changing forever and ever and ever and ever in the blink of an eye. Sometimes it's a Weapon. Sometimes it's fainter and more abstract things, like magical Brooms replicating that are also soldiers marching in lockstep that are also palettes full of discreet boxes that are also a stack of playing cards. Things that echo through from even further away. From other Wills in other places.
The energy is shapeless, directionless at it's source, Sam realizes. Just a well of power that's given purpose, direction, abstract ideas, rules and function only as it coalesces around Will.
Same as it does for Robin next to her. Same as it does for Tosh behind her. Every mutant she can sense in the distant, a unique shaped vessel for the same endless source of power.
Some are erratically flaring in the distance. Haley.
Some are just a trickle but thrown open so wide that pieces are coalescing into reality. Miriam.
Some are a relatively small trickle. Victor.
Some are refined. Katarina.
Some are a pin-point hole condensing into a laser-focused beam. Nika.
Some are a blazing inferno licking at the edges of reality being wrenched open by artificial means. Will.