FEAR GAUGE

Ahagl's soth l' ah'lloigshogg mgng nilgh'ri!

DICE ROLL

#1 Tempest 3/5
#2 Celestina De Ward 2/5
#3 Raine 1/5
#4 Mirror Grey-Morris 0/5

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It was nice and all that they were all friends, but Raine had another world to get home to.

"You guys may as well just leave." Raine hissed from the ceiling. She was jealous of their friendships and eager to get back to her own. "I'll take care of this." It was just some dumb creepy darkness.

"I'm an X-man.", she added. Just in case they needed more reassurance, but Raine was relatively sure even a moron could ask someone to stop talking.

Raine hiked up her sagging salvation army jeans and walked around the dim and dying ceiling light in order to vault over the ceiling beam between their section of garage. It was a bit of a decline for Raine as she walked down the ceiling which meant the sounds were coming from slightly above their meetup spot, and the darkness seemed... thicker? Somehow? She opened her mouth to call out and realized that was exactly what she was about to make fun of one of those dudes for.

She crouched and tried to move more quietly. Sneaking up would be good, right? Yeah. Totally.

Gawain could still hear no chanting, but if the others did, it was entirely possible that it was there. Even more so if it was a psychic of some sort. Would have been nice not to be on the receiving end of a psychic attack for once... Gawain frowned as Celeste joined him.

>>"What in the world are you guys doing here...?"

"I was on my way to a Halloween party. As usual. And I ran into this" Gawain gestured at the darkness surrounding them "As usual. Happens every freaking time..."

The girl above them was getting testy.

>>"I'm an X-man"

"Yeah you and me both" Gawain frowned looking up. Unless Sam recruited the chick while Mirror was not looking, she was either lying, or... "Are you from the other side? Impact's team?"

Something was very wrong. Crimson, blood light streaking through a parking garage? Clouting, shifting, pervading darkness with mobile shadows? Eerie chanting from just beyond, yet no origin in sight? It felt like the rows of cars were going on forever, try as Devon might to get near it.

Thunder crashed violently as Gawain answered Celeste. Rain started to fall outside as the clouds that had started to gather collided angrily. The cool air rushed against the sun-warmed pavement and wisps of fog joined the darkness, slipping eerily between the rows of vehicles and hanging onto floor and ceiling alike. The rising winds didn’t help, whistling over exposed pipe and through narrow concrete cracks. Insects skittered out from their hiding places and into the garage to get away from the pelting rain. Even Tempest’s protective breezes grew in scope, errant currents rocking the cars he passed.

Tempest frowned. It wasn’t supposed to rain today and he hadn’t yet called the storm. This was… No, he’d taken his medication today. Why was he so upset? Damn this place and all of it. What a horrible day and now this pervasive eerie creep-show was getting to him. He glared upward at the rafters, the tumbling breezes rolling about. He hadn’t yet spotted the woman, but whoever this X-Man was it did sound like Gawain was right. It was a doppleganger.

Tempest was half-ready to yell at Celeste, Gawain, and this other woman as they spoke but he was leaving them behind. He was heading for this chanter. He glanced back over his shoulder, a warning though clearly troubled wide-eyed glare upon his face. His eyes were solid pools of darkness and the white of his teeth was now hidden by the thin line his lips had made. The time for chit-chat was over.

Lightning flashed angrily outside and thunder boomed again. With a whipping motion of his right arm, a tremendous gust of wind blew forth to knock aside the cars in his path to the chanter. The time for sneaking was over and if his focus was interrupted, so too would be the person causing this.

Celeste let out a small 'eep' as she glared towards the woman above them. How in the world did she get up there? Jumped up on a car or something? Better yet, why was she up there? She claimed she was an X-Man, but how did they really know that? Celeste sighed as she leaned against the car, the better question yet, why was she so paranoid?

She nodded towards Gawain, "Yeah, I'm here for a Halloween party too." Which, reminded her, screw Mariah. The girl was straight up bad luck, no good, the piece of crap. Look at the situations that she kept getting Celeste in. It was not okay and she wasn't going to take this crap. Ugh. Granted, it wasn't entirely her fault. Celeste did choose to go out and to a party. She was the one that was wearing this Halloween outfit and managed to get stuck in a garage with some evil entity thing. How far were these shadows reach...? 

At least she knew Devon and Gawain, though. But the other lady on the ceiling... Who was Impact's team? The other side of the rip...? 

Her mind was quickly turned to the attention fo Devon, who was getting very agitated. She let out another small scream at the sudden thunder and lighting from outside. Oh no, was he losing it? The sudden wind inside the garage freaked Celeste out even more - Devon was really upset. She noticed he was beginning to move out and she quickly reached a hand out to grab him, "Devon, don't, we need to stick together... We don't know wh--" but it was too late. He was already gone and the stare he gave them gave her chills and instantly shut her up.

She bit her lip. She couldn't use her powers without risking them getting caught up in the wind and hitting someone, which limited her to her taser... Great. At least she had had a few experiences since being in New York City to defend herself.

She looked towards Gawain, her face clearly showing her fear, "Gawain, we need to figure something out. Something isn't right." She looked up to see if Raine was still there but it looked like she had moved on, too. Ugh.

Insects. They’re all insects. More would be needed to make the sacrifice complete. More minds to shatter and offer up into the great cosmic horrors to entice them. Like setting a lamb upon a fire, their smoke from their burning fate would be akin to feast to bring the old gods down through the rift in the center of the city. They knew that this was the path, that the three of them would be able to bring them to rain down onto this universe. They just needed to be patient.

However, the unexpected occurred. Agatha, separate from the three, could feel the interlopers the second that they appeared in the structure. Her mind reached out, tracking them as they moved into the structure. They gabbed amongst themselves and while she doubted that they would prove to be much of a distraction, nonetheless, the ritual couldn’t be stopped.

”Forgive us…” Agatha, along with the voice of her three sisters muttered. ”...but we shall not be disturbed.”

A gust of wind shot through the air, a crack of lightning and thunder. Agatha snarled her teeth, kicking off from the vehicle and vanishing into the blackened mist of nightmares. Only the glow of her red eyes could track her, but soon enough, even those vanished from sight. She would have to complete her part of the ritual elsewhere. But seeing as she didn’t need to be follow, she pushed out her influence of fear further, deeper into the minds of everyone who was in the structure -- not just the newcomers.

There were people here. People who came in to park, who were getting ready to just leave, others who foolish ran into the darkness simply out of curiosity; their error would be her boon. An intricate twist of her wrists and Agatha threw out both arms, forcing the darkness that surrounded her to swell into a hurricane. Despite the harsh winds and errant rainfall, she stood strong against the storm and matched it with a psionic one of her own.

Screams. Nothing but screams echoed throughout the parking garage. The light crackled and buzzed, reading to shut off. People fell to the ground, shrieking into the echoing cavern of the carport as their worst fears manifested. Driven mad by their darkest secrets, people jumped up, clawed at walls, tore flesh from their own bodies and began to hunt in packs throughout the garage. Crab-walking, ballet dancing, running on all fours, the deranged pack of costumed, crying, laughing, and screaming individuals ran through the structure, all pointing in the same direction -- the interlopers.

Agatha smirked. Making her way a level up, she returned to her position, eyes flared. ”Forgive our interruption, Great Ones. Let us continue…”

FEAR GAUGE

Ahagl's soth l' ah'lloigshogg mgng nilgh'ri!

DICE ROLL

#1 Tempest 4/5
#2 Celestina De Ward 2/5
#3 Raine 1/5
#4 Mirror Grey-Morris 1/5

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Raine choked when one of the guys mentioned Impact by name. Choking on nothing was impressively lame, she figured, but since it was dark and she was crouched on the ceiling talking about someone who'd never set foot in this universe, there were weirder issues at play.

"You know Impact?" Finally! Someone who knew something! She could have wept for joy, but there were too many other things going on.

The other dude certainly know what an impact was. He demonstrated it nicely for all of them by flexing his mutant powers. Wind-man, huh? Raine ducked behind the far side of the ceiling beam and found it far quieter for the shelter. She heard the girl on the ground try to talk sense into someone to totally senseless.

"Nothing says "I'm an adult who's in control of my issues" like a man throwing a hissy fit in a parking garage and causing unnecessary property damage." Witty repartee was part of their X-training. Impact would have rolled her eyes, a sure signal of success. Raine readied a tether and slapped the down to her ground and lobbed the other end at the wind-man. She didn't stop to see if it connected or if the ceiling became his new down, the chanting stopped and whole new blast of... something... was buffeting Raine.

> "we shall not be disturbed.”

Hooooooly buckets of creepy. The hairs on Raine's arms did their best to stand straight up. That was three voices speaking in unison. Raine saw two red points in the thickest of the darkness. They disappeared down (which meant they went up a level), a not normal way for someone already not normal.

Raine wanted her portal home!

She popped up and ran, tripping over the dimmest of florescent lights, and getting back up again. Okay. It was getting really, really hard to see, the closer she got, but that was good right? There'd been an eclipse when Trace broke the universe. Darkness was how portals were born, she rationalized.

Except the rationalization was taking more brain power than it should have and Raine was running flat out on the ceiling without stopping to think how the three-in-one had gone up.

She yelped and her surprise echoed loudly in the concrete structure as her foot connected with air where she was expecting concrete.

Raine fell down, her tether connecting her to the ceiling meant that she vaulted upwards until she had fallen all the way past her tether. Then her gravity tried to pull her back toward the plane she had defined as her ground. Which meant she started to come back down. Real down. The down-down every one else was used to. With no time, Raine managed to reach out and grab the next level of the parking structure and she hit hard enough for her teeth to rattle in her head. She dropped her own tether so that she wouldn't experience twice the gravity and made her best attempt at pulling herself up onto the ground, which was actually the ground this time.

((OOC note: Raine's gravity tether could logically end up hitting and changing the gravity for any one of you. With the wind blowing, the darkness, and everything else it could also have hit no one. Or a car. Her intended target was Tempest, but I'll let you guys decide what sounds like the most fun and let me know if you need any pretend physics questions answered!))

Gawain was slowly getting a sense of who was around him (or, in the case of the other X-man, above him). None of these people were responsible for the darkness or the creeping sense of danger, however. And none of them were professionals. Celeste at least certainly wasn't.

>>"Yeah, I'm here for a Halloween party too."

Go figure. Gawain wanted to make sure to get the Mansions student home safe at least.

>>"You know Impact?"

"Yeah" Gawain nodded "My doppelganger's married to her..."

It was weird to say it like that. Apparently, two whole universes colliding still constituted a surprisingly small world.

Small, dark, and windy. The well-dressed guy was apparently losing patience, and with that losing control of whatever wind-related powers he had. Gawain frowned as things started to rattle and lightning and thunder rumbled above.

>>"Devon, don't, we need to stick together... We don't know wh-- Gawain, we need to figure something out. Something isn't right."

"I'm aware" Gawain frowned, peerign into the darkness where the sounds of many people... people?... came from in a crazed frenzy, and kept getting closer.

>>"Nothing says "I'm an adult who's in control of my issues" like a man throwing a hissy fit in a parking garage and causing unnecessary property damage."

"Why, how the hell else do you people celebrate Halloween with the X-team?" Gawain snapped back, too preoccupied to smirk. He was unnerved by the sounds and the wind and... the woman on the ceiling doing whatever she was doing until she fell to the floor. "What the..."

>> "Devon, don't, we need to stick together... We don't know wh--"

Normally Devon would have agreed, but Celeste and the other guy were standing still. Devon was moving; he was going to stop this. He needed too before things got too chaotic, let alone they were talking like it was a meet up social. Didn’t they understand what was happening around them?

Tempest flexed an arm and called for the wind, eager to knock some cars back and end this shadow-chant.

>> "Nothing says "I'm an adult who's in control of my issues" like a man throwing a hissy fit in a parking garage and causing unnecessary property damage."

Tempest’s brow narrowed as he cast his attention upward. Was this girl only here to taunt and mock from above? Clearly he wasn’t fully in control; he knew this. Something was pulling at his concentration and fraying the edges of the reality he wished to impose on the skies. But this wasn’t a hissy fit, this was a quick, desperate act. Who was this girl? Damn these dopplegangers. They were all seemingly bad news.

>> ”...but we shall not be disturbed.”

That wasn’t one thing, that was the horrific echo of three somethings. One sweet girl turned twisted into the three wyrd sisters, the mocking fates, or the foul priestesses of beyond. Tempest saw the creature’s red eyes and goosebumps raised on his flesh as his back straightened, his head drawing back. The thin lip of his mouth became a true grimace. The dark touch of those eyes swept through him, the clouting umbra swathing mind and body in its nightmare.

Tempest screamed, truly afraid of what he faced and what the loss of control was doing to him and the area around him. The buffeting winds were growing wild as something caught at him and flung him into the darkness above. The strange pull was knocked back by the gusts, but not before he went flying wildly. Air currents sailed in all directions, whistling past the screaming, flesh torn denizens of the garage. Lightning sparked and cracked thunderous applause atop the building and then horizontally through their level, down over Tempest.

It ran over him like rivers of sharp water, snapping and crackling at the concrete of ceiling and then down across the pillars he was near. The winds caught him as Tempest went flying off, screaming madly into the darkness. He covered his ears even as he tried to avert his gaze from the monsters racing through the parking garage below him. The scars of his passing traced a line on the ceiling while the electricity caught at the vehicles he flew over. Alarms buzzed angrily, lights blinked eagerly in the din of the supernatural darkness, while doors unlocked and radios played the blaring songs of the stations they’d been left upon in a mad cacophony of sound.

Celeste really wanted to go back home. She did not understand what was happening - there was no rational explanation for it. Something else had to be going on - mutants? Weird government experiences? Maybe they were under attack? Something had to give here. 

She frowned at Raine's comment. She knew Devon, he never acted this way when they had met. Of course, it had been more of a professionalish setting, but she could tell he wouldn't let this happen unless something was happening to him. What was happening, though? What made him lose his marbles, and better yet, what was making the rest of them so on edge? 

She perked a brow to Gawain. That's weird, to know your doppelganger was married to someone. Celeste wondered who her doppelganger was on the other side for a moment. She would take a gander that she wouldn't be stuck in a garage with a few people who were losing their minds, including herself. 

>> >> ”...but we shall not be disturbed.”

Celeste stayed hunkered down and close to Gawain. She stared as Tempest went off flying. The electricity marks on the ceiling going off in his direction at least made it easy to hunt him down, maybe. Not to mention, the string of cars that suddenly lighted up, blaring music, and alarms going off. At least it'd probably be easy to find  him. She looked towards Raine when she heard what sounded like a thud. She winced. Ouch. That looked painful for both of them. 

It took a moment for Celeste to process the sudden screaming. She glanced towards where she heard the screaming. That wasn't good, that wasn't good at all. The lights flickering didn't help matters but suddenly a large amount of people screaming? She glanced towards Gawain, panic in her eyes, "You hear that, right? I'm not going crazy?" She wasn't entirely sure at this point.

She squinted to try to see a pack of people that were meandering towards them. They were moving slow, dressed in a variety of different costumes - pirates, mostly. They were probably friends. One was... Crab-walking? She let out a small scream when she realized there was blood coming out from almost all of them, deep holes in their skin - and the one crab-walking had about 4-5 fingers in her mouth. They were still a fair bit away, but way too close for comfort. Not to mention, the rest of the screaming that was getting closer to them every second.

She put her hands on Gawain's arm and motioned for him and whispered quietly, "I think... I think they're coming after us...? That voice about not being disturbed... I think... We may have disturbed her...? We need to find Devon and the other woman that is running off..." She wasn't sure what they could do, but she was pretty sure they needed to stay together. Unless it was Scooby-Doo, in all the movies people had to stay together or terrible things end up happening to them. Right? She glared towards the noises again, "I think we need to run. Like run." 

The pack had their scent. Agatha could feel it. She could feel them. The roving pack as it moved through the structure, aimed directly for those interlopers who were gathering on the same level as herself. They had already nearly accosted her once with that blast of wind so she wasn’t going to take any chances. Maybe her sisters were better off, but for herself, she was going to take every precaution to ensure that this ritual went correctly. Therefore, anyone not bending to the will of fear should be destroyed.

Agatha vanished, climbing onto another level as she egged on her mad minions to slaughter those four who tried to stand against her. The insane filled people ran and crawled like animals, flesh ripped from their own bodies. She could already hear the sounds of the interlopers screaming and the shouts of absolutely pain and fear taking over their minds. One in particular seemed to be causing quite the bit of havoc. Excellent, them turning against each other is exactly what she needed.

The pack, well, they would handle those who didn’t fall.

Agatha busied herself with the mission, churning up more darkness and continuing her ritual to bring about the arrival of the Old Ones. Meanwhile, the pack had finally descended upon the group. They seemed to be guarding themselves against the onslaught, but their bravery would prove to be their downfall.

No reason appeared in the eyes of the pack as they launched themselves at the heroes. They snapped and bite, attempting to tackling them to the ground. They would be ripped to shreds if they didn’t defend themselves, but could they if they even wanted to? These were still pathetic humans. Stab them. Poison them. Strike them down with lightning. In the end, it was an action that would turn heroes into true villains.

And the more villainy in the world, the better for the Old Ones.

FEAR GAUGE

Ahagl's soth l' ah'lloigshogg mgng nilgh'ri!

DICE ROLL

#1 Tempest 4/5
#2 Celestina De Ward 3/5
#3 Raine 1/5
#4 Mirror Grey-Morris 2/5

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WHAT IN THE HECK WAS HAPPENING ON THE LOWER LEVEL!?

"I want to go to the other world!" Raine shouted at the woman who she'd followed up here.

Her feet scrabbled against the side of the level and the blonde pulled herself up so that she could see... well, there was only one thing she could see. Red eyes. Everything else was a darkness so thick and so complete that she couldn't even see her hand in front of her face. Below her, screaming and wind and reckless property damage abounded. That was not her problem so long as she could get home.

Except, Raine was starting to think that maybe it should be her problem. She'd done her best to hit the wind-man with a tether, but reversing his gravity only seemed to piss him off. Raine dropped that invisible, intangible twinge that was her power. She canceled all tethers everywhere. There. He was free. Could she go to the other universe with a clear conscience now?

The other girl from downstairs screamed. It was high-pitched, clear and pure terror that cut through the chaos of below and chilled Raine to the marrow. Something was seriously wrong downstairs.

It had to be Ms. Red eyes, didn't it? The darkness had been coming from her and was thickest here in her presence. She was making a portal, Raine knew that in her heart...

She may not have her team, but Raine was still an X-man. Her fists clenched. Not even a portal home was worth the sacrifice of life.

No matter how obnoxious that guy was.

Raine readied two tethers and started by defining which way was down. She slapped one hand against her chest and dropped to slap the other tether against the ground. With both "down"s defined, she threw the "up" end of the tethers. First, one for herself. That meant she was connected with regular gravity to the plane of the top of the garage floor. That changed nothing... for now. The second, Raine threw with all her might at the eyes. Right between the eyes was what she visualized. If it connected, then the eyes would find their gravity direction had changed from normal, to oriented on her. She would fall towards Raine.

Then, the X-man turned and jumped off the parking level she'd just climbed up.

With her tether defining the top of that parking level as her down, once she'd jumped past it, that was still her down despite it being above her.

Her momentum carried her down a few feet and then she started to fall back up. Raine slammed into the same spot on the ledge of the parking structure, but struggling not to fall in the opposite direction this time.

((OOC: in case it wasn't clear (I tried!) Raine's back on the ceiling on the same level with everyone else now. Well. She will be. Tempest's gravity is normal again. The witch? I dunno. That's up to Jorge. ))

The suit guy went screaming through the air, and the girl on the ceiling was doing some kind of elaborate acrobatics. Honestly, Gawain was less concerned with them (the X-man at least should be able to handle herself), and more concerned with keeping Celeste safe, and possibly stopping the madness that was descending on them. Lightning, creaming, and a pack of nightmare people were not helping with that scenario.

>>"You hear that, right? I'm not going crazy?"

"One does not exclude the other at this point" Gawain frowned, hunkering down with her behind a car. F**** psychics. "But I hear it too."

>>"I think... I think they're coming after us...? That voice about not being disturbed... I think... We may have disturbed her...? We need to find Devon and the other woman that is running off... I think we need to run. Like run."

Gawain swore.

"Where is an adpted when you need one?!... Whoever's doing this has to be a mutant." he looked at Celeste as the people rushed towards them "You run. Get out of the way. Go get help. Ideally, and adapted. Or at least get the lightning guy, if he can direct that, we might win. GO!"

He pushed Celeste out of the way as the first people got to them. Not having a weapon, he punched one in the face... but by the time he tackled the second, the first one was back up, and... biting?!

"HEY!" Gawain shook his leg with the man clinging to his boot with his teeth. He used the other leg to kick someone away "You on the ceiling... little help here?"

As Devon, not the Tempest, thrashed about the ceiling he screamed if only to drown out the other screams, music, blaring sirens that his hands covering his ears couldn’t. The Tempest had spun out of control, gale force winds knocking aside cars as lightning snapped over and over along the roof of the garage. The storm had built in eager chaos, but it ran down to its summoning son too. It continued to raise spidery scars along the ceiling of his level’s ceiling like a hot needle on skin, black marks like ink in water.

Then he was falling, the winds he’d been riding suddenly forcing him down rather than holding him away from the up that had become down. He spun, flailing and shouting as he landed into an explosive burst of lightning. A car seized and exploded in fire as the breezes around Devon built and surged, an eye of protection around the disturbed weather warlock.

The red eyes reminded him of the coyotes he’d seen in the woods when he’d first run away. The howls and crawling mentally-assault people had become the animals of the wilds. It was long before he’d learned how to get along, out camping in the woods of New England or along the coastal hide-away beaches. Before he’d found old buildings and then side jobs to build up his life again, Devon had scrounged in nature and he’d been scared. Winter had come soon and while he didn’t get cold, he’d found solace in the snowy white blanket.

The temperature plummeted dramatically while the winds quieted elsewhere, save for around the churning Tempest. The lightning forks, stabbing into the loose meat of the area stopped as well. Fog rose sharply from the warm stone and earth once more as frost slicked over the whirling, buzzing car windshields. Smoke rose from the smoldering car mixing with the smoke as the icy touch of November came early. The winter storm howled around Devon as he huddled again a wall, a stairwell door just nearby. The second level sign blinked erratically overhead, but the black eyes of Devon could not see, squeezed tightly against the nightmare beyond.

Why was he screaming? What was happening? The storm was going beyond him and he couldn’t hold it. The red woman, the darkness she commanded, beyond was the psychic doom. He was a threat to anyone around him, not just her in this state. He found solace in his ceased wailing.

Only, he hadn’t. It was just the winds around him had drowned them out.

If it wasn't for Devon, Celeste probably would have barely been able to see. The cars lighting up, headlights turning on and off, the sounds, the overhead lights that flickered on and off. What if the crazy red eyed person had managed to completely turn off all light? That would have made this a lot more horrifying. It was already horrifying. She heard the other woman yell about going back to the other world and in the moment, Celeste wanted to go to the other world too. Open a time portal here and Celeste would jump in, no questions asked. 

She naturally had begun to charge her arms. She had them both maxed out quicker than usual as her adarenline was pumping and the fear in her had her heart beating so fast. Even her body had her little radiation sparkles floating around her, although she was unsure her body had charged up too. If there was different colored lights, she'd probably look like a Christmas tree. At least when she began to dart towards Devon, she'd be noticable when the lights flickered around her. It'd keep her visible to the others, at best. 

Celeste glanced towards Gawain. He heard it too. She wasn't crazy. And it wasn't just Devon screaming before he landed and lit a car on fire. At least it'd be easy to find him. She glared towards Gawain, not meaning too, but fear was filling her eyes. "I don't know any adapteds that could possibly help here," she muttered. In fact, the only two adapted's she knew was Booker and Marisol and there was absolutely no way she'd ask them to come. No, no, no, it was way too dangerous for them and it was not something she would put anyone else. "I'll try, though... I can at least get Devon." 

She nodded and begun running as fast as she could in her heels until she heard Gawain behind her yell. Should she stop? She threw one of the charges at the person who was biting onto his boot. She had no idea if it hit or not and she continued running towards Devon. If it did hit, Gawain probably had a lot of nasty vomit on his boot, but it should hopefully cripple the person long enough to give him some fighting room and at least maybe the girl on the ceiling could help. Really hopefully it didn't hit Gawain, the wind was pretty bad in the garage.

Celeste was about halfway towards Devon when she started seeing... Things. She paused and glanced around her. Barbwire was forming all around her and she saw small nuclear bombs going off, a wildfire... How was there a wildfire in a garage? When she blinked she then saw the bodies, burned, laid all around her. She noticed specifically her sister staring at her with unburned eyes only. She screamed and closed her eyes and reopened them for the images to be gone. Was this one of her nightmares? Maybe this was all entirely a nightmare. One that she could wake up from in a few minutes. 

If that was the case, she didn't have to worry about one of the monsters getting her. If they got her, she'd be dead quickly - usually when she died in her dreams she'd jolt awake. It just felt so surreal. How could she know for sure? She pinched herself and sighed. That never worked. She shook her head and started running again, only to be stopped by two people walking towards her. Her parents...? Why where they here?! They had no reason to be here. She paused, staring at them as the screaming in the background began to fade away. 

Her mother opened her arms for a hug and her father had his hand out, like he was going to shake his hand, "We want you to come home, Celestina. We miss you. We know we weren't the best parents, but... We want to make it up to you... We miss you so much, Isabel misses you so much." Her mother smiled as she and her father neared Celeste. Why were they here? Why would they show up now, all these months later? Celeste stood and stared at them, paralyzed. She was still sparkly and they knew of her powers, why would they keep coming towards her?

This had to be a nightmare. There was no way they'd come here, find her at this time... What if they knew something was going to happen and just couldn't bear losing their daughter, though? What if...? It clearly wasn't rational thoughts, but nothing rational was happening. 

To anyone else's eyes, though, it was a man and a woman - except the hand that was reaching out had been cut off, a large hunting handle had been shoved into the muscle with the large blade heading straight towards Celeste's side. Both the man and woman were bloodied, screaming, zombie-looking, to be frank.

(OOC: Similar to Raine's tethering, Celeste's rad flares go straight in the direction they're released but can VERY easily get caught in the wind- it could hit the guy, the car, Gawain, or completely go in a different direction and slowly disperse. I'll leave it up to you guys to decide where it goes. )