06-19-2020, 08:06 AM
[font=trebuchet ms]The mountain loomed in the distance, its peak seeming all the further away in her current condition. It was only right that the Magna appear in both camps from time to time, and it had been a while since she showed her face in the mountain camp, so she ought to do it sooner rather than later.
At the moment, though, Rin stood in the streets of the sea town, a couple hours' journey separating her from her destination. Staring at the peak, she felt her ears flatten back, thoughts of the journey weighing on her bones. Being far past her prime was odd to think about, considering how it seemed like yesterday that... she had been so young.
One step at a time.
Resolved, Rin set her eye on the peak, and took a step forward-
-only to slam face-first into a pile of snow.
A confused yelp escaped her as she slipped and fell, tumbling down a slope that she was sure hadn't been there yesterday. Rocks and twigs scratched at her as she rolled past, snow-soaked dirt clinging to her, but none of it granting her any purchase on the slope. Out of the debris she fell, into the empty air.
Stop.
She halted herself in midair, still spinning but no longer falling, held up by telekinesis. Then, righting herself, she glanced around wildly. Behind her was... the mountain? What? She couldn't deny the snow and dirt stuck to her pelt, but how had she arrived here? Her insides felt out of alignment, her stomach in her throat, her heart orbiting her lungs. Had she walked all the way here and just... forgotten about it? Had she detached again? No, she couldn't have- this route made no sense to take. Shutting her eye, Rin swallowed, waiting for the nausea to die down.
That crow, with his pals... he had the ability to teleport.
She reopened her eye, breathing more steadily now. That... was possible, and basically the only hypothesis that couldn't be dismissed. Glancing towards the dock, she twitched her whiskers. If she wished she was back there, would she return there? There weren't any sheer slopes to tumble down from, fortunately.
Focusing on the dock, she took a step in midair-
-and found herself staring at the dock as she fell into the water.
The sting of the salt in her nose was an improvement over having almost died, for sure, and more importantly her hypothesis was supported by two incidents instead of just one. Expelling the water from her lungs with a spluttering cough as she hauled herself back up onto the dock, she rolled over onto her back and stared up at the sky.
Could she teleport more precise distances? Or, more precisely, could she do it now if she weren't too dizzy to stand? With a sigh, Rin let her eye wander in the direction of the mountain. She'd just walk back- a couple hours was fine, if the alternative was risking death.
/tl;dr: teleportation accident results in Rin nearly falling off the mountainside, followed by Rin taking a spill into the ocean, so now she's just lying on the dock feeling sick but still having achieved something
At the moment, though, Rin stood in the streets of the sea town, a couple hours' journey separating her from her destination. Staring at the peak, she felt her ears flatten back, thoughts of the journey weighing on her bones. Being far past her prime was odd to think about, considering how it seemed like yesterday that... she had been so young.
One step at a time.
Resolved, Rin set her eye on the peak, and took a step forward-
-only to slam face-first into a pile of snow.
A confused yelp escaped her as she slipped and fell, tumbling down a slope that she was sure hadn't been there yesterday. Rocks and twigs scratched at her as she rolled past, snow-soaked dirt clinging to her, but none of it granting her any purchase on the slope. Out of the debris she fell, into the empty air.
Stop.
She halted herself in midair, still spinning but no longer falling, held up by telekinesis. Then, righting herself, she glanced around wildly. Behind her was... the mountain? What? She couldn't deny the snow and dirt stuck to her pelt, but how had she arrived here? Her insides felt out of alignment, her stomach in her throat, her heart orbiting her lungs. Had she walked all the way here and just... forgotten about it? Had she detached again? No, she couldn't have- this route made no sense to take. Shutting her eye, Rin swallowed, waiting for the nausea to die down.
That crow, with his pals... he had the ability to teleport.
She reopened her eye, breathing more steadily now. That... was possible, and basically the only hypothesis that couldn't be dismissed. Glancing towards the dock, she twitched her whiskers. If she wished she was back there, would she return there? There weren't any sheer slopes to tumble down from, fortunately.
Focusing on the dock, she took a step in midair-
-and found herself staring at the dock as she fell into the water.
The sting of the salt in her nose was an improvement over having almost died, for sure, and more importantly her hypothesis was supported by two incidents instead of just one. Expelling the water from her lungs with a spluttering cough as she hauled herself back up onto the dock, she rolled over onto her back and stared up at the sky.
Could she teleport more precise distances? Or, more precisely, could she do it now if she weren't too dizzy to stand? With a sigh, Rin let her eye wander in the direction of the mountain. She'd just walk back- a couple hours was fine, if the alternative was risking death.
/tl;dr: teleportation accident results in Rin nearly falling off the mountainside, followed by Rin taking a spill into the ocean, so now she's just lying on the dock feeling sick but still having achieved something
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