Never a good day in the Nexus
Lyon gets one warning when she steps through the portal. It comes right as she steps out of the broom closet portal, ready to ask for advice. Once her foot hits the ground, there's a buzzing noise in her head, and the top of her right hand stings, like the blood flow to it has been cut off.
She looks at the rune in confusion; they never act up in the Nexus, other then glowing a little. But this time around she can clearly feel it tug at her mind. She can feel her balance wobble as it pulls against her, back in the direction where the portal is.
Much, much later, Lyon will tell people that should have been her signal to turn around, dive back through the portal, and never look back.
Unfortunately, she doesn't do that. Instead, she's still standing there and staring at her hand when something plows right over her, drills its way past her skull and digs right into her mind. Lyon reels as this happens, and feels her feet give out from under her. As the ground rushes towards her she tries to get control of the situation, and gather her thoughts together.
It's like trying to hold water. Memories shift between her fingers right as she grasps them. Her head reels, feeling like two hands have clamped down on it, and are pulling it in different directions.
When she tries to focus on Faroush's face, she realizes that she can't remember what color his eyes are.
When she focuses on Faroush's face, she thinks about how different he looks with short hair.
She hits the ground hard, and the breath is knocked out of her. For a moment her lungs burn as she gasps for air, and when she finally gets it the only thing she can do is breathe.
It feels like it's hours later when she pushes herself up. Her hand goes to her waist coat and makes sure she can still feel the stiletto tucked into it. There's a pause as she wonders why she isn't wearing black, and then she pushes the thought aside as being ridiculous as she climbs back to her feet. Her head is feeling remarkably clearer, and her thoughts don't shy away when she focuses on them.
She runs her hands over her face, to make sure that it doesn't react. Her expression never changes as her palms go over it. It's back to being in the same state as her thoughts; back to being a tool and a servant that only acts when she tells it to.
A quick dusting of her clothes shows that there's no lasting bruises from the fall. Her mind writes that off as simple disorientation, and she doesn't worry over it any further. At the moment, she has other priorities.
Mismar never notices that there's another girl with her face laying next to her. It's just as well, because the other girl never sees her, and goes wandering towards a different area of the Nexus.
She looks at the rune in confusion; they never act up in the Nexus, other then glowing a little. But this time around she can clearly feel it tug at her mind. She can feel her balance wobble as it pulls against her, back in the direction where the portal is.
Much, much later, Lyon will tell people that should have been her signal to turn around, dive back through the portal, and never look back.
Unfortunately, she doesn't do that. Instead, she's still standing there and staring at her hand when something plows right over her, drills its way past her skull and digs right into her mind. Lyon reels as this happens, and feels her feet give out from under her. As the ground rushes towards her she tries to get control of the situation, and gather her thoughts together.
It's like trying to hold water. Memories shift between her fingers right as she grasps them. Her head reels, feeling like two hands have clamped down on it, and are pulling it in different directions.
When she tries to focus on Faroush's face, she realizes that she can't remember what color his eyes are.
When she focuses on Faroush's face, she thinks about how different he looks with short hair.
She hits the ground hard, and the breath is knocked out of her. For a moment her lungs burn as she gasps for air, and when she finally gets it the only thing she can do is breathe.
It feels like it's hours later when she pushes herself up. Her hand goes to her waist coat and makes sure she can still feel the stiletto tucked into it. There's a pause as she wonders why she isn't wearing black, and then she pushes the thought aside as being ridiculous as she climbs back to her feet. Her head is feeling remarkably clearer, and her thoughts don't shy away when she focuses on them.
She runs her hands over her face, to make sure that it doesn't react. Her expression never changes as her palms go over it. It's back to being in the same state as her thoughts; back to being a tool and a servant that only acts when she tells it to.
A quick dusting of her clothes shows that there's no lasting bruises from the fall. Her mind writes that off as simple disorientation, and she doesn't worry over it any further. At the moment, she has other priorities.
Mismar never notices that there's another girl with her face laying next to her. It's just as well, because the other girl never sees her, and goes wandering towards a different area of the Nexus.