The main emotion Ingress feels by the time the flute’s first notes sound is relief. It is always fucking helpful to have magical backup. She doesn’t relax from her fighting stance, though, because the little assholes are still posturing for attack, hurling threats and slurs at them. They have a rich and varied slang vocabulary, Ingress will give them that.
But as the energy coalesces around Wei Wuxian, she focuses more of her attention on him. She can feel the rage thrumming within the billowing black clouds, and it sings to her. She’s a child of the Underside; she knows the wildness and chaos of this kind of magic. As a Herald, she also knows how to take rage and use it as a tool for protection. This seems very familiar to her.
The gang grows quieter as the energy grows and intensifies, taunts dwindling into exclamations of “what the fuck” and whispered curses.
One of the braver - or perhaps, more foolish - teenagers bellows loudly and runs towards Wei Wuxian, attacking like an enraged bull. Another steps towards her, trying to be menacing, and she raises her broken glass, forcing her muzzy brain to focus on predicting the most likely actions and her best reactions.
The charging boy is met with a rush of darkness that bowls him over, tumbling him into two others behind him and knocking them down. Another arm of blackness shoots out in between Ingress and the remaining teenagers. It’s not long before all of them are screaming and scattering, plumes of magic streaking after them.
When they’re alone once again and the night is quiet and still, Ingress slowly turns to Wei Wuxian, a feral smile spreading across her face.
“That was fucking cool,” she says, swaying slightly on her feet.
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Date: 2020-10-05 04:19 pm (UTC)But as the energy coalesces around Wei Wuxian, she focuses more of her attention on him. She can feel the rage thrumming within the billowing black clouds, and it sings to her. She’s a child of the Underside; she knows the wildness and chaos of this kind of magic. As a Herald, she also knows how to take rage and use it as a tool for protection. This seems very familiar to her.
The gang grows quieter as the energy grows and intensifies, taunts dwindling into exclamations of “what the fuck” and whispered curses.
One of the braver - or perhaps, more foolish - teenagers bellows loudly and runs towards Wei Wuxian, attacking like an enraged bull. Another steps towards her, trying to be menacing, and she raises her broken glass, forcing her muzzy brain to focus on predicting the most likely actions and her best reactions.
The charging boy is met with a rush of darkness that bowls him over, tumbling him into two others behind him and knocking them down. Another arm of blackness shoots out in between Ingress and the remaining teenagers. It’s not long before all of them are screaming and scattering, plumes of magic streaking after them.
When they’re alone once again and the night is quiet and still, Ingress slowly turns to Wei Wuxian, a feral smile spreading across her face.
“That was fucking cool,” she says, swaying slightly on her feet.