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Mar. 13th, 2012 12:20 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
death_gone_mad[OOM: Things are discovered on Moevying Day]
The front door opens up not as a door would, but as a proper portal to another world would. Well, by someone's definition of proper. The redhead with sun-kissed skin that crosses over the threshold stares at the bar and the bar's patrons in disbelief and bewilderment.
"... no ... nononono ..."
She bolts for the back door, pushing patrons and wait staff aside. Outside, she sees the red sky is gone. She sees the snow is gone. She sees, she smells, she feels the spring is at the threshold, waiting to be invited in.
Inside, outside, it is like nothing happened, beside an earthquake or a violent windstorm. Nothing happened.
Wait! There! A large crater! Something did happen! She races toward it, she climbs over the rim, and descends toward the bottom.
She loses her footing, and tumbles the rest of the way down. At the bottom, she is still for a moment, then begins to stir.
Dirt. Not glass, not fulgurite, not lechatelierite. This crater is not recent. Then she remembers.
This was here before. This is part of the target range.
People inside the tavern may have heard a loud BOOM and felt a tremor. Aftershocks? But outside, there is a firey column stretching up from the crater at the target range to beyond the sky above. Fire magic, chaos, death, fire, earth, death, ice, shadow, fire, fire, death, chaos, soul, death, fire, the woman inside the column, the woman being consumed by the column is throwing everything she has at the shields protecting Milliways. The shield counters. Water. Law. Life. Water. Wind. Life. Steam. Light. Water. Stars. Laws. Body. Nature. Mind. Water.
Orranis couldn't accomplish it with help. What chance does she have of succeeding?
After 27 minutes, it dies down. There is a charred skeleton at the bottom of the crater, but there is life. Still. Too exhausted to fight her own existence, ███████ just lets the powers that be that have been keeping her alive for thousands of years work at bring her body, her prison, back from the brink. Trapped in a cage of charred bone, her heart pumps and sends out veins and arteries out to find what is still salvageable.
She's going to need a day or two to recover from her temper tantrum.
The front door opens up not as a door would, but as a proper portal to another world would. Well, by someone's definition of proper. The redhead with sun-kissed skin that crosses over the threshold stares at the bar and the bar's patrons in disbelief and bewilderment.
"... no ... nononono ..."
She bolts for the back door, pushing patrons and wait staff aside. Outside, she sees the red sky is gone. She sees the snow is gone. She sees, she smells, she feels the spring is at the threshold, waiting to be invited in.
Inside, outside, it is like nothing happened, beside an earthquake or a violent windstorm. Nothing happened.
Wait! There! A large crater! Something did happen! She races toward it, she climbs over the rim, and descends toward the bottom.
She loses her footing, and tumbles the rest of the way down. At the bottom, she is still for a moment, then begins to stir.
Dirt. Not glass, not fulgurite, not lechatelierite. This crater is not recent. Then she remembers.
This was here before. This is part of the target range.
People inside the tavern may have heard a loud BOOM and felt a tremor. Aftershocks? But outside, there is a firey column stretching up from the crater at the target range to beyond the sky above. Fire magic, chaos, death, fire, earth, death, ice, shadow, fire, fire, death, chaos, soul, death, fire, the woman inside the column, the woman being consumed by the column is throwing everything she has at the shields protecting Milliways. The shield counters. Water. Law. Life. Water. Wind. Life. Steam. Light. Water. Stars. Laws. Body. Nature. Mind. Water.
Orranis couldn't accomplish it with help. What chance does she have of succeeding?
After 27 minutes, it dies down. There is a charred skeleton at the bottom of the crater, but there is life. Still. Too exhausted to fight her own existence, ███████ just lets the powers that be that have been keeping her alive for thousands of years work at bring her body, her prison, back from the brink. Trapped in a cage of charred bone, her heart pumps and sends out veins and arteries out to find what is still salvageable.
She's going to need a day or two to recover from her temper tantrum.