Zoey had been concentrating on refilling Travis' mana recepticles when the world went to shit. Water pooling up on the deck made the ship lurch, and the overdramtic cyclone to display power was tacky. Unfortunately, the waves caused by this put Travis in danger. Travis was a good friend. Probably. At least, one of the few in the group that she'd had real interaction with lately. The other person she had interactions with was a criminal, serial murderer whod' lent her his gun. She'd have to give that back now.

She received her orders: distract the jack in the middle. Thankfully, Travis had managed to save himself. It was nice to have continued proof that creative use of small ammounts of mana can suppliment one's abilities. She Shadowported into his hidey hole and gave him his crystals back. They would feel cold, tingly, and foreign to him. He wasn't one of her brothers or sisters after all. [i]Yet, I suppose. Though it is a little late in his life to consider him recruitable. Further, he has his own dedications and path.[/i] "Now, for the fireworks." She pointed to the sky, and it was lit up with: Fireworks. Big ones, small ones, ones that go boom. Brilliant flashes of greens, yellows, reds. Spectacular shapes. An american flag. An exploding cannon. Loud, bright, and flashy. Just about everything she hated in an illusion. But a distraction, none the less.