Near the School, Early Wednesday Morning

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Perhaps it had been a stupid idea for Elizabeth to venture outside of the areas she knew to be safe, but... it didn't feel as if she was contributing much in her present endeavors. She kept feeling as if there was something more she could do, more she could see... as if there was something out there that called to her.

The sun had not fully risen when she saw it.

A twinge in the sky, so much larger than the one on her previous Fandom-- it ran the length of the horizon and then split apart. She took an involuntary step back, her eyes going big. As big as the water that rose, suddenly, up out of the previously calm ocean.

For a single moment, a light struck her back. She saw her own shadow writ large across the waves ahead for just a single instant - and then it was gone. The wave ripped across the preserve-side of the island, uprooting some trees - then it smashed hard against the side of the dorms, an unstoppable force meeting an unmovable object, and broke apart.

Elizabeth felt wetness on her face. She reached up to touch it. A single drop of water looked back at her, then shimmered, vanishing into a tiny rift as surely as every other last drop. Gone. As if it had never existed.

"Lives, lived, will live," she said idly, but she couldn't figure out why; when she touched her nose her fingers came back red.

[[ open for reactions to the wave itself, though not elizabeth. ]]

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[wildandbrave]

Cosette was an early riser -- always had been, trained into the habit through a series of unfortunate necessities from childhood. These days she used the time to indulge herself in long walks, just to enjoy the freedom of no longer having to answer to (or avoiding the need to answer to, as the case might be) the elder Thénardiers' demands, and not even the various rampaging creatures and beings on the island were going to deter her from that. Why should they? They weren't as bad as what she'd grown up with -- no, not even the voracious and rather disgusting fish.

She had just reached the school gates when she heard the crash of the wave against the building and spun quickly to look.

She hissed a colorful phrase or two under her breath in argot and prepared to make a run for it, but she'd no sooner tensed to spring toward the gate when the entire thing just -- vanished.

"Into thin air," she murmured to herself. "Rather like -- "

Like the thin air out of which the dinosaurs and bears and all that had appeared, perhaps? Well, that was a possibility worth pursuing.