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Mercy Thompson	Dusk is just beginning to fall and while the sun is beginning to set the flow of traffic within Central Park is still quite thick. Part of it is because the weather is so nice, but also because a local arts festival is likewise going on (for two days only). With that added incentive the park is all but bustling with regular park-goers and non-regulars. The majority of the regular park-goers can be found upon the pathways or upon the green, while the non-regulars stay mainly within the maze of booths that make-up the art festival. Within the festival a variety of booths can be found; most hold art, but there's a core of booths that also deal with food. Mostly the greasy and fried kind. Definitely not healthy, but when one goes to a festival who's really looking for healthy, right? Either way, the crowds of people waxes and wanes and unbeknownst to the majority of people around a tendril of magic awakens, it's presence is small for now, easily overlooked, as it's surrounded by many booths and many bodies.
Rachel Roth	About a week after the pizza incident, Rachel's batteries were finally recharged enough to deal with people again. She invited Gwenn out to an art festival, figuring the subject matter would give them something to talk about; upon consideration of the politics involved, she invited Koriand'r as well. Better to have three than two. She walks down the street with both of the other teens, face calm, eyes half-lidded, wearing her usual style of black on black on black tee and cargo jeans and combat boots. She doesn't feel the tendril of magic; that's not one of her talents, though it might be one she should learn.
Koriand'r	Koriand'r walks along with Rachel. She's been on Earth a while but still doens't understand the culture so she's going to start looking around. She glances at Rachel's other friend. Kory is currently not wearing her 'hero' outfit, but a rather-tight tank top with the French's Mustard logo on it, along with a purple pleated skirt, knee-length, and... some knee-high purple boots. "Oh, hello there! I'm Koriand'r!" she coooos to Gwenn as she extends an orange-skinned hand.
Gwenn 10	Art!? WOO HOO! CULTURE!!! Getting her Boyfriend to go to an Art festival is a stretch to put it lightly. Bringing along Ben?? Yeah that would go well. So the idea of Gwenn getting out and actually enjoying this? Its a fun idea. So here she is! Walking along with Rachel and Koriander. She extends a hand to Koriand'r, "Hello Koriand'r, My name is Gwendolyn Tennyson. You can call me Gwenn or Gwenn 10. Whatever works." She smiles. She's wearing her typical red sweater over a long sleeved white, collared blouse. A short skirt clings to her legs and a pair of black nylons with her typical heels.
Mercy Thompson	As the trio walk they'll find nothing out of the ordinary, not really. Oh, there's a scruffy looking dog off to the side, near the food booths, but that's not too unheard of. Many animals feast when the arts festival is in town. This 'dog' is apparently no different. As to that dog, in reality it's a coyote and she's currently doing her best dog impression as she allows her tongue to loll out the side of her mouth; that 'doggy grin' making her look less threatening. Mercy could easily walk the festival in her human guise, but today she felt the need to be invisible. Most ignore dogs, especially nice looking dogs and that allows her a modicum of privacy to simply people watch without appearing rude. And watch people she does. Intelligent eyes will watch all the various walks of life go by. And when Koriand'r, Rachel and Gwenn 10 mosey on by, Mercy can't help but look at them. Or really, Koriand'r. Orange skin isn't something you see often and it's enough to cause the coyote's ears to prick forward in curiosity. While that tendril of magic doesn't have sentience per se, there's enough awareness within it that it senses those magical beings nearby. Feeling that, the tendril begins to expand itself outward and as it stretches outward it accidentally (or perhaps purposely) brushes against everything near it. It's touch upon people has no effect, it's touch upon inanimate objects however, is something all together different. A mote of magical might is deposited within the art work nearest it and as it continues to unfurl outward, the presence begins to grow larger. That tingle of chaotic energy is enough to finally tickle the coyote's nose and with a soft whine, the coyote's attention shifts away from people watching.
Rachel Roth	Rachel notices the coyote. She doesn't know enough about Earth species to know the difference between a dog and a coyote, but she does notice the animal isn't on a leash. She keeps an eye on it, for now. She doesn't interject her way into Koriand'r's conversation with Gwenn; the two of them are competent. They'll figure things out themselves, and neither needs her to speak for the other. She just keeps the dog in her peripheral vision for now.
Koriand'r	Koriand'r nods. "I haven't been here very long..." she muses. "So some Earth culture is a good idea," she muses, reaching for Raven's hand, smiling softly. "Hey - what kind of animal is that?" she akss. "It's so pretty..." She lets go of Rachel's hand and goes over to the coyote, kneeling down by it. "Hello, sweetie!" she cooos, reaching up to pet the coyote's hand, not really worried about biting - it can't hurt her.
Gwenn 10	Gwenn Tennyson continues moving along with a smile. She looks at Kori, "I'm sorry about what all happened on your homeworld." Something is bothering her though. Her eyes begin glowing pink as she begins letting herself really sense things. Magic. She looks around. Thats when dog starts acting up. "Rachel... Something is going on." She looks at the Coyote, her gaze shifting around.
Mercy Thompson	It's hard to say whether the coyote realizes that Rachel is watching her, as the beast rises to a four-footed stance, nose rising upward to scent the air. That scenting, however, doesn't last long as Koriand'r makes her way over to her. While Mercy definitely likes her coyote form, there are some definite disadvantages; people either think she's a dog and want to pet her, or they realize she's a coyote and want to shoot her. Both scenarios aren't the funnest, but being pet is much nicer than being shot. She has the buckshot scars to prove it too. So, when Koriand'r pets her head, she'll allow it. Only remembering to offer a friendly wag of her tail after a moment of thought. That tail wag will falter, however, when the magical presence grows - - And quickly. While there's no outward side of an explosion those with the ability to sense magic will feel a sudden swelling of energy, seconds before a dozen tendrils lash out from the main source. Those tendrils touch as many sculptures and art pieces as they can and with each touch, the objects glow. The glow that surrounds them will stay there for only a dazzling moment, before the energy is absorbed by the object. Then, like a stop-motion or claymation movie, the sculptures begin to move. With a creak and a groan the first set of sculptures that have life breathed into them break free from their booths. This first wave of magical golems are very small. Mostly the size of a softball, perhaps a soccer ball at the largest, and the majority of them are made out of simple things; tin, thin sheets of steel and glass. With the magic dam bursting Mercy will offer a bark to the trio; though whether it's a warning or a call for help is anyone's guess. For now, the crowd seems unaware of such things, but like a drop of water the ripple effect will soon take place, causing mass panic and stampedes. It'll only be a matter of minutes before that occurs.
Rachel Roth	Rachel holds Kory's hand impassively for the second or so before the Tamaranian pulls away to go look at the dog. That's a relief: let the person with invulnerable skin deal with the potentially biting dog. She's about to explain the creature's species (or, to be more accurate, her best but wrong guess) when Gwenn warns her of...something. "Lot of things are going on," she observes, accurately but uselessly. "A little more detail, please?"     Be careful what you wish for, huh?     Rachel watches this procession with narrowed eyes. It calls for some kind of action, but at this moment she's willing to let it play out. The moving objects d'art don't seem to be hurting anyone (though any second now there will be a panic that requires intervention, no doubt), and she's not about to start destroying things willy-nilly. Plus one statue, about eight inches long of beaten brass with turquoises for a shell, is making its way toward her and she finds herself kind of adoring the way its little face seems to be smirking. She pops a squat in front of it, makes a fist, and gently brushes its jaw with her knuckles: an old-fashioned 'you go, little fella!' gesture of encouragement.
Koriand'r	Koriand'r nods as she raises up at all thel ight flashes as she looks around, leaving the 'dog' alone as she watches. "Ummmm... what is... going on?" she asks, studyuing the little figurines moving around. "This is an interesting artistic piece," she muses as she picks up a small dog statue and studies it. "It looks alive..."
Gwenn 10	Gwenn Tennyson looks at Rachel and then at Koriand'r. "Its magic! I Can't tell the source but it's growing stronger." She states as the little statues begin to move. She quickly moves, her hands glowing with pink mana. Pink magic wraps around several of the statues, as though they are being boxed up. She's simply holding them trying to prevent them from attacking anything or being destroyed. "So help me if I get alaughed at from my boyfriend from this..." She raises them up and holds them as best she can.
Mercy Thompson	The turquoise and brass turtle will allow that gentle tap from Rachel Roth and the curious thing that the goth-like girl might notice is the fact that when her knuckles connect with the living statue a jolt of magic might be felt. It's like a little zing of electricity going up her arm. The same electrical jolt might be felt by Kory, as she picks up that small dog statue. The little critter will squirm and try to wag its clay tail, but since it's made from one cohesive slab of clay, all it can do is waggle its whole body. For Gwenn, depending upon how her magic works, when she halts those mobilized statues within her pink constructs she too might feel the jolt of magical energy. In fact, she may feel it multiple times as the little statues repeatedly bonk into the walls of those 'boxes'. They're not quite sentient, but they sure do act like it. It's at this point that people realize something is /terribly/ wrong. It all started with a small statue held within a woman's hand. She was admiring the handy-work when it was suddenly alive. With a shriek and a scream the woman drops the wriggling tin snake and just like that, the tide is now turning. The peaceful nature of the art festival is now broken as people realize something is wrong. Incredibly wrong. And while the flood of tiny sculptures continues there's the more ominous sound of metal screeching and glass shattering. The noise is enough to cause the coyote to turn her head in that particular direction and with a growl, she'll offer a bark of warning to the trio near her as something much larger looms within the shadows of a booth. That looming (thankfully) doesn't last long as suddenly a very large, very menacing scorpion scitters out from the eaves of that booth. It may only be the size of a large dog, but it weighs several hundred pounds, as it's made up of metal, glass and cement. With a snap of its metallic claws the thing goes after a young woman near it, the woman frozen in shock and horror at the sight of the bug.
Rachel Roth	Rachel shrugs at Kory. "Some kind of chaos magic, I'd guess. Either the backlash of a spell gone wrong or the price of a spell being successfully cast. Hard to tell which, with chaos magic." She looks at Gwenn, who seems to be alright on controlling and containing the little statuettes for now; good. Rachel stands up and takes a few steps to the side, letting the little bronze tortoise make his slow way past.     Then things get worse.     There's no more time for Rachel. Raven needs to come out. Raven casts Rachel aside in her mind like a police officer elbowing a civilian out of the way (not a particularly nice police officer, it seems) and that act makes Rachel's clothes lighten, melt, run across her like taffy until she's dressed as Raven again, in an outfit that's a cross between a prom dress and a Cthulhu cultist's robes, her hood pulled low over her face to cast her eyes in shadow. Even as she changes, she snaps, "Star! Get that girl to safety!"     For her own part...well, she doesn't like using her magic to lift living things. A person capable of seeing the spirit world would see her telekinesis is nothing less than her soul reaching out of her body and to inhabit a target and control it: doing that to a living being feels liks possession. But she can force herself to get past her distaste, and who knows, maybe the scorpion isn't even alive.     Raven calls out her mantra to shove her disgust back down where it can't get in the way of her magic: "Azarath Metrion Zinthos!" Black anti-light arcs from her hands to the scorpion, seizing it with the intent of lifting it ten feet up off the ground, where it can't reach anyone with its thrashing limbs.
Koriand'r	Koriand'r nods as she zooms over, glancing at Raven's transformation iwth some envy - she hates fighting in a skirt - it's so... drafty. She simply scoops up the young woman in a fireman's carry and carries her to the other side of the park. "Wait here, we'll take care of that thing!" she cooos. She zooms back over, and fires two bolts of sizzling green light at the scorpion - Kory's starbolts. Concentrated bolts of heat and radiation. she waits to see what will happen with those. "I need to acquire an armory..." she muses as she prepares for wahtever this... robot... will do next.
Gwenn 10	Gwenn Tennyson notes the much bigger problem heading thier way. The very big Sculpture. She begins looking around. She needs to get rid of these little sculptures to help deal with the BIG sculpture. An empty garbage can signs a nice respite for her. Quickly she puts the mini sculptures into the can and turns it upside down. Then using her magic to grab a heavy looking rock, she puts that on top of the can to keep it from moving. "We gotta find the source of the magic. Also... I don't want to destroy the sculptures but we can't let them hurt anyone!" She frowns as she looks around. "I don't know if this will work." She grabs one of the sculptures and her eyes begin glowing pink. She's looking for the source of it. The problem is...She is much more likely to track the owner of the sculpture. So its a gamble.
Mercy Thompson	When the young woman is deposited across the park by Kory, she'll offer a stammer of thanks, before she's pulling her cellphone out of her purse. Apparently she's going to call the police, though it'll be hard to say whether the police will know what to do. The scorpion statue is easily lifted upward by Raven's magics and while it does thrash about, its limbs are safely away from the ground and people. All it can do is furiously wriggle as it tries to inflict damage around itself. The two starbolts that are so expertly flung towards the wriggling cement, glass and metallic sculpture hit their target quite easily. They actually slag a portion of the critter and while it seems as if Kory's starbolts are the answers, the half-slagged statue only stays like that for a handful of heartbeats. With a swell of magical energy once more, that mystic mote that currently resides within the scorpion will reach out and pull the slagged cement, glass and metal back towards itself and quickly, the raw materials are molded right back upon itself. Apparently these magical robots are self-healing - - And once it's been completely healed, the scorpion will lash out with both tail and a taser-like wave of magical energy. It's trying to stun Raven and really those nearby, as it strives for freedom. The coyote, or Mercy in this case, can only gape for a coyote-second as Rachel transforms to Raven, Koriand'r flies off to rescue people and Gwenn likewise flexes her magical might. For Gwenn, that traceback will indeed find many sculptures, it'll bounce from sculpture to another, before it routes deeper within the 'tent or rather booth-city' of the festival. Eventually her searching will find one particular booth, where the magic resonants powerfully and it seems to be located within another sculpture. One can only hope that this is the sculpture that started it all.
Rachel Roth	Raven's a bit sorry to watch Starfire try to destroy the scorpion statue, but, well, tough. Things are how they gotta be right now. That doesn't stop her from being secretly relieved when the thing reforms itself, though.     So, new answer: Raven rises up off the ground about twenty feet in the air, ankles held primly together for anyone who might be tempted to look up her loincloth-like skirt, and yells to the crowd, "Everyone! Walk away quickly! Don't run! Watch for childrUGH!" she concludes nonsensically but perhaps forgivably as she's hit in the back by a magic blast. It doesn't hurt her--not too badly, anyway--but she is staggered, and she loses her concentration on her spell. The statue falls. That's bad, but the damage it can do upon landing is mitigated by the fact that a statue of concrete and glass dropped ten feet onto the sidewalk will almost definitely need some repairs upon impact.
Koriand'r	Koriand'r frowns. "Ah... this will be fun," she coooos as she studies the thing. She points a finger and a narrow green laser fires out, attempting to slice the tail off before it can do more damage, near the tip - then regardless of its success, Kory ries up... and them plummets down HARD, using herself as a kinetic missile - which does make her skirt fly up to show her purple panties as she uses her boots as a heavy impact.
Gwenn 10	Gwenn Tennyson blinks as her eyes go back to their green color. "I found it!" She quickly starts moving toward the source of the magic that is affecting the sculptures. She calls out to Raven and Kory hoping they hear her. "The source of all of this is in a sculpture! Going after it!" She quickly moves toward the booth. A wall of magic forms in front of her as she gets closer, with no idea of what what kind of situation she's about to walk into.
Mercy Thompson	*CRASH* and then *CRA-BOOM* The first crash was of the scorpion being dropped from that initial ten feet thanks to Raven losing her grip upon the critter. While it doesn't necessarily shatter to a million pieces, it does crack and fracture into a half a dozen pieces. A bit more slowly this time, the magical energies will once again reach out and begin to pull the chunks of cement, metal and glass back to itself. It's like watching a tape being rewound, as the scorpion literally reassembles itself. It's laser sliced tail will also be slowly pulled towards itself for reattachment. That second sound of destruction is of Kory's feet impacting into the poor thing's 'carapace'. Once again, the scorpion's body takes the brunt of that impact and shatters into a dozen pieces. Almost the mote is lost, but with enough energy, the thing will reach out for all of its pieces one more time. Even as it reaches for its various body-parts a second wave of magical energy will be released, this time intending to zap Koriand'r, who conveniently placed herself so near the sculpture. It's a stronger zap than what originally hit Raven, as the the half-sentient mote realizes it may lose this particular battle. As soon as Gwenn makes her move to find the statue, Mercy, or the coyote will go with her. There's the sound of claws upon pavement as the coyote scampers after the young woman. Oddly enough, or perhaps more welcomed than not, the wall of magical energy that Gwenn deployed won't be needed. Or so it seems, as the small statue that pings against mystic senses will find itself in a semi-empty booth. The statue is of two hawks flying high, the bottom hawk supporting the top hawk with the very tips of its primary feathers. Both hawks have their beaks open in a silent scream. Within the heart of the bottom hawk is the knot of roiling-boiling seething magical energy, the tendrils now tightly wound around each other.
Rachel Roth	Normally, Raven wouldn't be reaching out with her empathy. She'd be actively ignoring it, sealing it behind her will. The shock of the blast to her back rattles her self-control, though, the way a bucket of cold water to the face can make closed eyes involuntarily open, and her feelings stretch out...and feel that mote. She feels its emotions, rudimentary as they are; its aggression, its anger, its fear. The three components of a desire to live.     Raven can sympathize.     Alright, then. Raven calls out to the other girls, "I have a plan!" and puts it into action without explaining it partially because there's no time and partially because it makes no sense anyway. She goes very still as she floats high in the air, and a black starburst appears in the center of her chest, an explosion that's actually an inverted implosion out of which flies her soulself, a two-dimensional image of Raven made all of the black anti-light of her magic. This astral form (which it technically isn't, but let's not get hung up on details) soars over to the scorpion to find that mote of magic animating the statue. She makes a fist, draws it back, and...gently brushes her knuckles across it in an old-fashioned 'you go, little guy' gesture.     That confuses the mote. It was not expecting a friendly gesture. Raven cups her palms and collects the mote inside it, then soars back to her body where that anti-light still emanates from her chest. She feeds the mote into it, where it can float in her mindscape for a while. "I'll let you out in a minute," she promises, and starts zooming to other statues.
Koriand'r	Koriand'r was about to continue stomping the scorpion - something she can actually beat up, throttle, smash, destroy without any consequence... but it suddenly stops moving. Raven did some weird black-light thing with it and... suddenly it's just a concreate statue. Kory is confused - but focus-starbolts the stinger of the tail into vapor in case it wakes up again as she picks up the scorption thing and carries it up in the air with her.... it was all together (otehr than the stinger) as Kory holds it - not sure waht to do - ready to start pounding it into gravel again if it wakes up, but destroying an inert sculpture is a bit tacky even for the hotheaded princess.