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PostPosted: Mon Mar 30, 2015 3:46 pm 

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“Did...did you feel that?”

In a room filled with vibrant light, a voice broke the silence. Not a sound had been heard prior, each in deep thought as their minds connected with things unseen. That voice resonated around the room as each came back, allowed their focus to fill the space around them and concentrate on the words that brought them back around. Each felt solemn though they couldn’t be outwardly seen. At this time of day, no one could be seen in that room, so all was conveyed through words, through other means.

High above the world below, the ceiling opened up to the beautiful sky above where a flock of gulls flew overhead, momentarily filling the chamber with what was normally soothing calls, the echo filling the chamber like a musical well. But, there was no comfort taken this day, no soothing that could be afforded from their cheery tones as the realization of what had been done settled over the group. It was as this light died that the first visage was visible, this the source of the voice that’d broken through the uncomfortably thick blanket of silence.

“They’re arriving…”

Her face was straight, serious, eyes piercing and pensive as her mind wandered away to try and see the first’s arrival. Nothing as of yet was visible to her, their forms not yet breaching Tryne’s outermost limits. Brow furrowing, she stood from her chair, a hand lazily tracing over the arm before it fell to her side, her steps taking her toward the middle of the room. Quiet as the grave, not a sound was heard as her form continued its movement; Not while she walked, not as she stepped up to the looking into the mirror and poured fresh water atop its already shimmering pool, and not as her fingers swirled it around, eyes intent on what they sought.

“Trahxme has completed the Summoning, then…” Another voice joined the fray, far deeper than the first. “He will unleash his darkness upon Tryne and march his dark army to the front steps of Esthira..."

“You always see the negative side of things…” the first commented, before the entirety of her body set perfectly still.

“What we need to focus on is finding those Adepts.” The wise, elder voice another man spoke with a resonating deep, but gentle, voice. “We need to send Nemma and her Knights to find and collect the Adepts before Trahxme figures out he crossed them over as well.”

But he did know. He’d felt it just as they had, felt the shift as others he did not call came through into this world, into what would be his land. His carefully laid plans hijacked by some happening out of his control. And those scouts were already out, looking, searching.

The question now...was who would find them first.

Oblivious to all this was a woman in another world, another time, enjoying the sunlight from a bench in front of the Arc du Triomphe while the world passed her by. A light breeze wafted through her hair, some stray strands tickling her nose as she listened to the chatter, listened to the harried steps and car horns that filled the world around her. Here in Paris, she didn’t feel like a freak, like someone with mental issues that all of her teachers had claimed her to be growing up.

Some things...you just don’t forget.

First, the doctors had been called to see if what she had could be reversed, if she could have had her sight, even to a small degree. All they'd told her was, short of an expensive transplant, she'd never have sight, and that she needed to move on from that.

...Then they were called for something else.

People called her crazy, hearing her claim she'd seen that fateful eclipse. Teachers continually sent her to the guidance counselor. The counselor recommended, again and again, to see a therapist, to try and “work through the suppressed issues she harbored”. She couldn't have been crazy. How would she suddenly know that which she'd never known? Never seen?

She'd never have known the vibrant oranges, dark browns, muted yellows, nr the way the stars glimmered and the glow was cast over an otherwise sleeping world. No color had ever had a name, nor a shade to recollect. Some people had tried to explain the colors to her, tried to help ease her growing annoyance prior to her vision, but it always amounted to the same: someone trying to equate a color to an object that she’d never seen.

That's how it generally went, someone getting flustered because they could never figure out how to explain a color to one who never saw them. In her mind, everything had a feel, had a texture. The only way she knew what she was putting on, color wise, was because she had someone write it out in braille on her tags. That didn't mean she knew what they actually looked like, but she would keep within color rules her family had set.

As the time continued to crawl by, the sun lost its warmth. The sound of people slowly died away, their steps no longer assaulting her ears. Everything felt different, new...too unfamiliar to remain comfortable.

Something's changed…

No longer did she smell the fresh bread and cigarettes wafting on the breeze, wrapping her in a cocoon of delicious imaginings. The air was suddenly...pure. No trace of exhaust or trash marred its perfection. The air was decidedly cooler, the sun's rays not affording the same glow it'd previously held. The wind had picked up, her hair falling loose of its loose up-do, brushing across her face.

The surface she was perched upon was also different. The smooth lines of the finished wood were lost, and in its place remained the jagged edge of rocks. Slipping free of the boulder, her feet touched nervously down on the ground, one hand remaining on the rock to steady herself while the other tried to find something else, anything else in her immediate vicinity. Dress, white and bright (as she'd been told it was the easiest color to spot), whipping around her knees, dancing in the breeze as the hair that slipped free skimmed over her skin evoking goosebumps.

This...this isn’t…

Panic set in, heart pounding a mile a minute as her body began to shake. My bag! she remembered, clamoring back onto the rock and feeling around. My phone’s in my bag! If I can just find that…! That bag, though, had been left back where she’d been sitting, on a park bench in the middle of France and now she was...somewhere else.

“Hello?” a worried, shaken voice cried out, waving her hands in hopes of flagging down anyone; anyone at all would be better than no one. “Can anybody help me? S'il vous plaît?”

Just keep it together! she told herself, breaths having since turned shallow and head light with the realization that keeping it together might be pointless, for naught. “Où suis-je?!”

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There he was, in a field of grass, the wind only just moved his perfectly sculpted hair. The gel he had meticulously combed through doing its job and holding his unruly hairs in place. However, there was little time to actually appreciate the feat as he was still trying to figure out how he got here. Sure, he had wanted to escape, he always wanted to escape, but he expected to be thrown into some odd part of the city. It had become something of a habit with his “gift”, a word he used very loosely when he described whatever was wrong with him.

Certainly, as a child he had enjoyed the power and how he could just be away from his troubles. It was cool at first until he realized that he had little to no control over where he ended and usually when he decided to blink out of existence. It was great for the occasional stressful test situation in school, but then it was a total nightmare when he decided to just pop out of the shower in the locker room and end up in the auditorium during the “Future Female Leaders of the World” Club’s weekly meeting. There he stood, dripping wet and on the verge of complete panic.

Gift this thing was not. More like a curse, like right now.

After what had to have been one of the most harrowing experiences of his life, he somehow ended up in a place that was just not right. Not right at all.

”Nice doggy…..nice…doggy…” his hands held up in a defensive means as he cast a nervous glance about his surroundings to try and figure out the best way to not get bitten. Today, he had gone for a more dress down look, so the pair of black converse (in impeccable condition) slid back in the soft gravel like dirt that was this side alley. Normally the dog for this Car Shop was on a thick metal chain and would merely bark at Jared as he walked by on his way to work. Instead, it was waiting for him like a lion waiting to pounce on its prey.

The Rottweiler should have been close to thirty now, because he could swear it was the same exact huge ass beast that used to terrify him when his mother walked him to the park. Now, he stared down a mouth of teeth with saliva that foamed at the mouth and made him question the shoot record the tag that dangled from the creature’s neck was supposed to have.

“Easy…” he said another step taken back ended up kicking a can of soda. The empty metal container bounced along the ground and both watched as it moved along until it disappeared behind a trash can. At the same time they looked up and met one another’s gaze. Time seemed to slow, at least for Jared, who realized that the dog was going to rush him. “Oh crap...” he whispered and spun on his back foot to take off running down the alley, the dog hot on his heels. Messenger bag held in place with one hand he sprinted for all he was worth, knowing he would need a drag of his inhaler after this whole thing. A fence up ahead and with his eyes closed and a lot of prayer he jumped…

Much to his surprise he sailed over it and landed on his feet to keep running for his life, because the dog (of course) also made the jump. A quick turn down another street and there was another fence before him, like before he jumped prepared to make it like last time. Only to have his left foot get caught and watch as the ground came rushing up to say hi. Coughing on dirt and from having the air get knocked from his lungs, Jared rolled to his back just in time to see the dog leap the fence with mouth agape heading straight for him.

“NOOOOO!!!”


Then he found himself in this field….

“Hello?”

“HELLO!” he called back and started in the direction he thought he heard the voice. “HEY!” he called out when he caught sight of a woman beside a large rock and proceeded to give a light jog over to her catching a little bit of French as he approached. “Do you know where we are?”

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Fredericke paused on the shores of some beach down in Mississippi. Something...Something had made her pause and she couldn't figure out what it was. She had been having a bad feeling for the past couple of months. Nothing bad. Just this dull throb in her stomach that something was going to happen. Instinct you could say. It often saved her when she stepped wrong on a rock and was about to take a headlong fall into the waves. This wasn't the case though this time around and it had never lasted this long. She was starting to get annoyed by it. She had better things to do than worry about some feeling that may or may not be right. Such as making sure the professor...And she was too light as she watched her boss get swallowed up by a wave. It didn't seem to affect the old man any as he stood there laughing like some kind of deranged villain.

Being the assistant to a absentminded marine biology professor sure had its ups and downs. Sometimes quite literally.

The wind held a bite to it as she started towards the surf, backpack on her back and a clipboard in her arms. Just as soft sand gave way to firm and her toes meet the coolness of the murky water, everything suddenly turned upside down. Or was it spinning around and around? All Freddie knew was that one moment the horizon was barely moving and the waves were coming in and the next....Wavy lines everywhere. The water seemed like it was up in the sky now and the line between the heavens and earth got all wonky. Like a child trying to draw a straight line but tilted it ever so slightly.

Faintly, in the distant, she heard the roar of the waves and the professors excited laughter. It was like hearing through a mound of cotton though. The sights weren't getting any better so she closed her eyes and rubbed them with her free hand, hoping to stop some of the nauseating sights before they actually made her sick. She didn't know what was wrong. Usually she didn't get any sort of motion sickness or sea sickness, but this time....This time the world just wouldn't stop moving.

Freddie became aware that something was missing. Something that should have been there but wasn't. Opening her eyes and hoping for the best, she squinted in the sudden bright light. Wait a minute. This wasn't right...The day had been slightly overcast. When did the sun come out? And where was the sounds of the waves? It had suddenly clicked into her brain that the roaring of the waves was what have been missing. It wasn't quiet. Not by a long shot, but as she turned to look at the forest behind her and then the field in front of her, the woodland sounds just made her panic even more. There was no woods like this on the beach they were at. No fields either. Just where in hell was she?

Fighting the urge to call out, she took deep calming breaths. Her flight or fight response was trying to kick in and she knew it wouldn't help. There was no where to really run too and no one to really fight. Scratch that, she thought as the sounds of other people reached her ears. There were people to fight, but it wouldn't do any good. She doubted they had been the cause of her suddenly appearing here. There had to be something behind this. Some kind of drug that made time all wonky so while for her it may have only been a few minutes, for everything else, it had been hours. That had to be it.

"Well. Standing here isn't going to solve anything." Clutching the clipboard tightly to her chest, she went towards the sound of the voices.


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Pat drove faster than he should have been down the suburban road, having trouble adjusting to the size of his body. His foot drove into the pedal harder than it should have and the new strength of the body was so foreign to him it was hard to control. These realizations only increased his panic further and he picked up speed. His driving fast and erratic, it was sheer luck that there were no people on the road to get in his way. 'I just need to get home. Get home and I'll be safe the-'

A loud siren cut off his train of thought as the police cruiser pulled in close behind the vehicle. Panic returned and with a high pitched scream Pat hit the gas hard, the burst of speed pushing him into the seat. His thoughts became wild and his eyes wide, darting through the streets until he made his way onto the country roads outside of town, the cop in tight pursuit. He didn't want to think of what would happen after, if he was going to get caught, if he was going to die. Pat was far too frightened for that. He veered left and right on the road in a petty attempt to shake the officer from the chase, but the turns were too quick for the speed and he swerved into the corn field on the right shoulder.

The lack of road rattled the car terribly, putting Pat through a painful turbulence that was made worse by his foot still pressing down onto the gas pedal. With effort, he looked behind him and saw nothing but shattered corn stalks, but after that he couldn't tell. A mound in the field jumped the car hard and careened Pat's thick head into the roof, dazing him. His foot left the gas pedal finally, but it was too late. On landing, he was jerked back into the seat, and the car flipped sideways into a hard roll. Everything moved slowly then, and Pat vaguely remembered the safety talks in school the week before. The door was forced open in the roll, and with no seatbelt on in his panicked haste, he felt himself being pulled from the vehicle.

His vision was hazy, Pat felt lighter than the air. Sound was numbed to a dull thrumming, and he saw the car slowly spinning through the air below him. His own body, back to normal he realized with relief, cartwheeled haphazardly as if the motion might slow his decent. He knew better, and closed his eyes to the coming impact of hard dirt and gravel.

The pain of the impact was great, and he knew his right shoulder at least was slammed out of socket. The grass cushioned the impact barely, and he got away besides that with mere scrapes and a lot of bruises. Groaning, he pushed up with his good arm. The grass was cold under his fingers and the air was pleasantly cool. He heard the feint trickle of a stream in the distance, but there was no crunching metal, no police sirens, and most surprisingly to Pat, no corn.

With a start he looked around, his shoulder screaming in protest as he rose to a standing position. This was no field of corn, but a grass covered plain. The location was completely foreign to Pat as he looked around, a familiar twinge of panic returning, but no energy to act upon it. The ringing finally gone from his ears, voices took their place in the distance. He could see a group converging on one spot in the clearing, and with no other ideas on where he was or what to do, he walked towards them. His injuries hampered the progress and he noticed his left leg pained him with each step, but he pushed through it.

With a gasp of air he made it among the group, and in an obviously pained voice asked, "What's going on?" His left leg gave out then, too exhausted to keep the weight of the rest of him up, and Pat dropped to a knee. "Where are we?"

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