by Miriam Bell » Thu Feb 10, 2022 4:38 pm
There's not exactly a ton of room inside the Will-sphere within the Cerebra capsule but at least so far they've managed to keep Vic from getting skewered.
Meanwhile Miriam metaphorically descends into the flock of ravens. Physically she's simply clutching Sam's forearm. It's a bit like being in freefall, stomach lurching as she propels herself down the ominous tunnel of cawing and rustling feathers. She can feel the pull, the constant draw of the natural order of things. Fall to the bottom into the darkness and rest, as she should, not cling to the false warmth of blood tethering her to the world of the living like a thin rivulet of crimson that seems weaker and weaker the deeper she falls.
But she has a plan. The only way she can think of to let them get at the Titan's core. The thing through which it exists in the physical world. It's wrapped up inside it's own pocket of time, maybe only a day away, maybe a million years, it hardly matters. But if Sam is right about all her talk about Sparks (and right now Miriam really hopes that she is) then maybe her own power to manifest things from the Astral can dredge the core into reality in the here and now. If she survives plunging that deep into the astral sea and the Abyss that beckons her to pass to the other side.
In the real world Miriam falls to her knees and she steadies herself with her hands on the floor, but the ground begins to turn into a shadowy morass and she slowly sinks. Other peoples' thoughts are easy, they're right there on the surface, only need a gentle tug to manifest but this? This is buried deep, beyond thoughts, beyond dreams, perhaps beyond death. And yet she can feel it, the point where power crystalizes into an abstract shape and she plunges her hands deeper until she's almost down to her shoulders in the circle of darkness she's kneeling in. She digs her fingers into it and hauls even as the morass is slowly sucking her down. Her legs are gone and her arms are still submerged to the elbows as she's breathing through clenched fangs.
"Sam?" she manages, looking up at the red-head next to her. "Thank you." And with that she throws herself back, already waist-deep in the muck and slipping deeper she pulls her arms free and dredges out a sphere of rainbow hues, shimmering like a pearl. She holds the manifested Titan's core above her head with one hand so Tosh has time to take aim as she's jerked down another couple inches into oblivion.
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