Intense Struggle! (Round 7 - The Database)

Originally posted on MSPA by Ixcalibur.

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Somewhere overhead there was something happening.

The disparate clouds of mana expelled thoughtlessly from XMO's iron lung were gravitating towards one another. Tiny slithers that had looked few enough to be almost inconsequential flowed together again. They gained, not mass specifically, but size and something resembling intelligence. Maybe some spare mana was drawn from one of the conflicting realities to account for that what was missing. In truth even if you were amongst that conglomeration of magics it would be impossible to tell.

The dark pink cloud decided it didn't like being a dark pink cloud (this was not a conscious decision (not that the decisions that could be made by this chaotic mana could be called decisions as such) but one made upon an almost fundamental level) and took a more familiar shape; a slender frame, a sylphlike face with pointed ears and hook shaped horns and a cascade of dark pink hair. When ‘Aph’ regained what for want of a better word we will call consciousness, she was hanging in the air above the fractured city. The maddened crowd that was her psyche cried out in alarm as gravity began to exert its influence upon the reformed nymph.

As she plummeted she screamed and let loose a torrent of flames and a couple of useless thunderbolts before eventually finding to her surprise she was able to shoot a gust of wind and slow her descent. That was more or less the only thing that prevented her fall from being outright fatal, as it was she still landed heavily, cracking her head against the pavement and lapsing once more into unconsciousness as the Non-Infringers gathered around her.