Re: An Evening To Remember

by **Danger** July 11th 2013, 2:51 am

"The ritual is..." Looking around the room to see only the charred remains of a deteriorating mansion occupied by a host of creatures with really no reason for being called from Oblivion, Amethyst settled on the words culminating around the gravity holding the situation in line. "Odd."

Moving from her back and into an upright sitting station, Elaine looked around the room at the assortment of evil. "Dumb..." She pointed to Ivan. "Possible homosexual. Investigate later..." She fingered over to Micheal before sauntering her hand down the line of suspects holding back from attacking the duo.

"It will require me to access a means of linking this world, with a relay..." Amethyst knelt down and began to make notes within the stone. "Well, a relay of some power that I do not exactly..." Choking on trepidation, Amethyst began to mutter out the last of her sentence. "Comprehend."

"Is it a man made horror?" Elaine stood up from her stance and sized up the room. "Because Tesla said this would happen."

"Tesla?" Didn't they know someone who knew him?

Oh yeah.

Moving along the top of the caved in kitchen, a figure draped in the surrounding darkness of the crevices of destruction gazed down into the pit.

"I'm not sure just how stable this will be, and from what I hear the way to shut it is..."

"Oh my God, even I want to inflict harm on you now." Hurrying the situation into a frantic haste, Elaine pushed the event to a dire event horizon.

And horizoned the event did. Not completely sure as to what she did, Amethyst stood back as the vortex began to form at her feet. She skittered back, but not before her hat toppled into the growing portal. "This could get rough..."

by **Chellizard** July 11th 2013, 7:50 pm

Time had passed, but how much was not relevant. Too much time had passed. That was all that mattered.

"I swear.. when I get back... if I get back.." words fell on deaf ears.

Words fell on no ears. This voice was alone, in a deep dark void with nothing else to comfort them other than ticking seconds.

And a zippo lighter.

But, was that a light at the end of the tunnel? Was it?! It was!

"Come on! Move!" yelling at herself was the only way she could stay sane.

Or so she thought.

The light got brighter, and then she saw horse buggies, carriages, and a group of people in cloaks. Oh no.

This was not the right place to be.

But, it was too late.

She felt a hand grip her's, and a tug later she was pulled out. Dusting herself off, she stood close to the vortex, her wings ruffling and then spreading behind of her.

"What is she wearing?"

"Are those wings?!"

"What in God's name is that thing..."

"Yo." what better way to start a conversation.

"It speaks!"

"Ask it where it's from!"

"I'm from New York."

A lot of gasps erupted among the crowd.

"You're from the North?"

Shrugging, she cleared her throat.

"Yeah, I guess."

"Are you an Angel?"

"Whaat? No way, Jose."

"My name is Brenard."

"I meant-- forget it. What year is this?" Tyuki was really tempted to dive back into the vortex, but these cloaked people weren't trying to hurt her.

"It is 1892."

"Yep. I've got to go. This thing should close when I go back in it. See ya!"

She had no more words, she turned, and stepped off into the vortex. It slowly closed, and then the darkness was around of her again.

But, there was another light at the end of the tunnel. This time, she saw sky, and the ruins of an old building. And a hat.

Reaching, she grabbed the hat.

"Wait a second... I think... I know this hat."

Turning it over in her hands, she willed herself to go closer to the vortex, and it coughed her up.

Purple tendrils lashed out and slashed around of the old mansion, while Tyuki came out. This time, she flew straight up and out, her wings spreading and pumping to keep her afloat in the large room they were in.

Glancing around, she squealed with excitement.

"Hermione!"

She had no idea where she was, but she knew that face, and it made her happy.