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unfavorableinstigationThis, Nita decided, is the worst day of my life.
It'd been a normal day for the wizards living in Hempstead, New York - and for the nonwizards, for that matter. But, as seemed to always be the case in her life, things hadn't stayed that way.
To put it simply, Bobo (also known as the peridexis, and more than occasionally The Spirit of Wizardry) had gone rogue. Manuals had glitched, stopped working or - as the range of effect was revealed to be, ahem, not limited in the slightest - disappeared altogether.
Thankfully, the associated wizards hadn't, but no explanation was forthcoming from the Powers - and from what Nita, Kit, and Tom and Carl had been able to gather, even They were at a loss.
And now, apparently she'd stopped being on Earth altogether, if the atmospheric change and necessity for shielding were any indication.
The inside of her head was silent - though perhaps that was better than the alternative.
Nita made her way through - was that actual purple rain Geeze, - some sort of snow, struggling to keep her shield powered long enough to get her to shelter.
Then maybe she could come up with a more long-term plan...
It'd been a normal day for the wizards living in Hempstead, New York - and for the nonwizards, for that matter. But, as seemed to always be the case in her life, things hadn't stayed that way.
To put it simply, Bobo (also known as the peridexis, and more than occasionally The Spirit of Wizardry) had gone rogue. Manuals had glitched, stopped working or - as the range of effect was revealed to be, ahem, not limited in the slightest - disappeared altogether.
Thankfully, the associated wizards hadn't, but no explanation was forthcoming from the Powers - and from what Nita, Kit, and Tom and Carl had been able to gather, even They were at a loss.
And now, apparently she'd stopped being on Earth altogether, if the atmospheric change and necessity for shielding were any indication.
The inside of her head was silent - though perhaps that was better than the alternative.
Nita made her way through - was that actual purple rain Geeze, - some sort of snow, struggling to keep her shield powered long enough to get her to shelter.
Then maybe she could come up with a more long-term plan...