Scene #1706: One's Own Sun

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Circe	Great Ocean - Vast Gulf Caster has called for those Confederates who have interest to come witness the culmination of her and their efforts to obtain certain reagents that will allow her to call upon her greatest Noble Phantasm. The location, for her Master, may strike her as unusual. Given what Psalm knows this Noble Phantasm to be, calling upon it here instead of in the middle of the ocean somewhere is a strange decision. But Caster is nothing if not audacious, and with one of her OTHER two Noble Phantasms, it does not even require any of Psalm's own magical energy to employ. The red-haired Servant in her purple dress that has a long stretch of cloth trailing out behind her, is floating near a lagoon - a popular one with many other people. A recreational facility is nearby. Situated around the sorceress are a huge heart of organic stone, still beating with magical energy contained therein, a spikey crystal of ice that seems to have darkness of some kind flowing within it, a sphere of flame bound in black steel chains, and an ancient pillar depicting a woman with two snakes upon her head. Caster has a glowing, thorny, golden staff held in hand as she works her magecraft. Magic energy is crackling through the air, creating a sort of distortion effect in the local area.
Psalm	Maggie isn't big on magical flight. For her it's prone to give out at inopportune times or cause bronchitis. So instead she's resting somewhere below her Servant in a boat, gently watching the proceedings. She knows what's coming but is still highly interested in what's coming. "Honestly, dear, there's a coast not far from the Enclave we could have used. Though, I guess you're just as close as you need to be, aren't you?"
Metal Man	MEtal Man was here again to lend Caster a hand, he was curious about what she had in minf and was willing to help her out given the water? Bubble Man was along, the gruff robot master who had the personalty you'd expect out of a US Marine or a ship captain? Looked a bit silly but he carried himself well enogugh. Metal Man is here and is keeping watch over Caster fot the moment. "Snakes? Women? This is getting a bit Greek here, that reminds me a bit of a gorgon."
Circe	"Indeed," Caster responds to her Master as she completes her preparations. With this Noble Phantasm, she can use it wherever she wishes. Even if it is completely incongruous. She gazes down upon Psalm with a happy smile, and then upon Metal Man, who provided much aid in obtaining these reagents. She is glad to have such a perfect Master for her. She is glad to have reliable allies. And most of all... All four reagents vanish suddenly. The Core of Frost slams into the middle of the lagoon, flying down out of the sky in a flash of light, and then stopping as though the water were solid. The air rips beneath the ice, splitting open into a black tear in reality. The Core of Stone then slams down ontop of it, deforming the ice - not shattering it. The pulsing stone heart starts audibly and visibly beating and throbbing. The tear in reality splits even wider. The Core of Flame slams down on top of the Core of Stone, deforming it and the ice beneath it even further. The flames begin to overflow their container, spilling forth onto the earth below. The heart's rate of beating goes faster and faster, there is now a 30-foot wide hole in space-time, a black empty space that defies everything around it. Finally, the Core of Marble slams down at an angle on top of the Core of Stone, just below the Core of Flame, and the image of the goddess upon the column comes to life. Peeling off the marble, she becomes three-dimensional, growing and rising until she become a giant. The representation of a divine being then flies carries the mass of four Cores down into the abyss. And that abyss yawns wider and wider. The waters of the lagoon are not spilling into it, just flowing around the hole as though it were not even there. The space the water flows through is distorted, screwing with perception something fierce. ...Most of all, Caster thinks, as a thunderous rumbling begins to fill the air, and something begins to rise up out of the now several-hundred miles wide hole in reality... She is glad to be home again. An entire island rises up out of the hole. An island that comes with its own ocean. Blue waters as far as the eye can see, simply inserted into this space in reality in defiance of physics and common sense, and a large, tropical island, with a jungle, and shining beaches, and a live volcano rising up above it, and a palace that lies in the volcano's shadow. "Not a gorgon, Metal Man," Caster calls down as her Master and the Robot Master are both carried to the island by space compressing to draw them within the defensive barriers that keep out intruders. "Hekate. The goddess of Witchcraft, and of Crossroads. My mother. For I am Circe, the Sorceress, and THIS is my greatest Noble Phantasm... My 'Winter Home', the Island of Aeaea."
Psalm	And Maggie just rocks a bit at the use of all of those focii at the same time, the boat rocking een more as the vessel pitches at the sudden waves. But the bard simply hums in return, lifting the boat upright in the water and stablizing the water around her to make a perfectly stable patch of sea to float on... As long as it takes for the island to settle itself in this reality. "Well. I think it's very well done, if I might say so myself. I have to admit I stole you away from the former location of this scarred place, my Servant. It's nice to see it the way it's supposed to be."
Metal Man	Metal Man Says "Oh, I see, magic's not my thing to be honest." Someday the Wily's would find King Arthur's blade and bolt it on to Sword Man's arm, but that has yet to happen. So he knows little on it, he however listens to the information from Caster. He lets out a whistle, he was impressed, a living breathing legend. HE watches everything unfold and is more than a bit awed. Bubble Man also watches starting adjusting his goggles a bit. "By Poseidon!" Metal Man simply keeps respectful and falls i line to get moving. "Glad we been of help here, Caster." He is not going to leak her reality identity he knows that can be dangerous for a servant, also she's trusting him telling him, whom she is.