Streets of Fandom, Sometime Saturday Afternoon

[seeks_truth]

It had not been an easy set of days. Cassandra had handled them with her usual aplomb: stoicness interspersed with bouts of rage whenever the magic ferreted up something or another from her childhood.

Until last night, it had been largely meaningless. Scraps. Minor frustrations. The small insults that had always pushed her to do better.

Around noon, however, it had broken out its worst; and now she was barreling down the street, fighting a confusing mixture of feelings in the back of her head so that she might focus on-- "ANTHONY! MAKER!"

The spirits of the blood mages had passed through this street. None of their henchmen would stand in her way... as the legion of fading spiders behind her would show. She would find them.

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[heromaniac]

Momoko had finally convinced Jaime that Fandom would be a good place for a vacation during the break between semesters, mostly by reminding him how much cheaper it was than going anywhere else. And that she wanted a vacation. What neither of them had remembered was that the Weirdness always worked harder during the school breaks...

So here was Blossom was doing her best to keep calm as she kicked the corpse of the chicken monster. It was hard with all the emotions running through her. (The fact that her costume now consisted of bellbottoms and a belly shirt already had her close to the edge - who wore belly shirts anymore?!) "How are these things back?"

[weldedtomyspine]

"Good question," Blue Beetle said from where he stood next to her. His eyes scanned the street, watching thoughtfully as the things they'd defeated seemed to... fade away after a minute.

"Khaji'Da can't identify the source, either."

[heromaniac]

"Wasn't it some weird rock or something last time? We should probably patrol." Blossom tried for another kick before this last one faded, but ended up swinging at empty air and promptly falling on her backside. "I wonder if I've just powered up more; they seemed easier to fight. Almost too easy."

[weldedtomyspine]

"Huh?" Blue Beetle shook his head, a frown in his voice. "Sorry, distracted."

Another headshake. "It feels like I keep hearing voices." Or something.

[heromaniac]

"Voices?" Blossom frowned and floated closer, reaching a hand to his cheek. "Plural? Like, not just Khaji'da?"

[weldedtomyspine]

"Well, they're not exactly voices. Feelings, maybe? Ideas?" He shook his head again.

[heromaniac]

"You're sure it's not radio signals or something?" Blossom asked, totally unaware of the fact that her own highly charged emotions weren't... all her own. "Ah! Or a distress signal?"

[weldedtomyspine]

"I'd know if it was radio," he snapped, overcome by a sudden wave of anger. Then that wave receded, and he shook his head.

"Sorry, didn't mean to snap."

[heromaniac]

Probably just as Blossom hadn't meant to fall back a few feet, afraid! "Are you okay?"

[weldedtomyspine]

"I'm not sure. I keep--" Blue Beetle's voice cut off, swaying in place as a wave of panic hit him.

"Khaji'Da says that my emotions are unstable, and 'do not match previous recorded patterns'. I think something's wrong."

[heromaniac]

Blossom reached out for his hand as he swayed. "Ah!"

"Unstable emotions? Like someone is making you feel a certain way? Messing with you?" Hmm. There was a sense of... injustice welling up inside Momoko at the idea of Jaime being used like that. "Why you?"