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Grendyne groans and starts pulling on her boots when the alarm goes off. Again. She quick-marches to the broom hangar, sits on her machine and is handed a plethora of loaded weapons by attentive corporals.
"Two flyers in one day? They're getting way too common."
"It's worse," the commander informs them, "South Karlsland got hit with three at once. We're taking Lytee's express and sleeping there. You can sit out if you absolutely need to, but Freya's still recovering so we could use you as a comms relay."
"No, I'll come. I just reserve the right to complain about it."
The 42nd United Forces Witch Wing takes off and assembles into a perfect synchronized formation as Lytee charges her teleport power.
...This is not South Karlsland wilderness.
[note: halfway through this thread I created a unique account for Grendyne. Do not be alarmed by the change in account. -Rockeye]
characterquarry
characterquarry
"I can try to copy her power, and probably succeed, but I definitely won't be as good with it as her. I can smell the healing power from here now that you mention it. Can you carry me there?"
characterquarry
"Hi, Panacea. Eesh - yeah, that's slippery. I can only just barely copy your power. I think I can do blood, bones, burns, shrapnel, and cuts, but not torn nerves or vital organs or anything, you'll have to keep doing the detail work. I'm thinking I either prep or clean up the little things after you're done. Mind getting my leg real quick? The pain is starting to be annoying."
wormcan
"Of course." The healer's voice is almost mechanical. She touches Grendyne, and in a few seconds the leg is back to normal.
"If I can focus on the nerves and organs, that'll speed us up."
She goes back to asking each patient for permission and then touching them. Now some of them end up not completely healed, and she passes those ones to her partner.
"If I can focus on the nerves and organs, that'll speed us up."
She goes back to asking each patient for permission and then touching them. Now some of them end up not completely healed, and she passes those ones to her partner.
characterquarry
She's a bit slow, at first. She asks how to deal with this or that a few times, but gradually gets better and faster at it.
After a couple of hours of this, she's too low on mana to continue, stims or no stims. It's not even physical exhaustion, the magic just isn't there. She apologizes, leaves, attempts to find food and water.
After a couple of hours of this, she's too low on mana to continue, stims or no stims. It's not even physical exhaustion, the magic just isn't there. She apologizes, leaves, attempts to find food and water.
wormcan
Finding food is easy.
In the process, she gets approached by a man not wearing a costume. Dark hair, unshaven face, taller than most.
"Hi. You the new cape?"
In the process, she gets approached by a man not wearing a costume. Dark hair, unshaven face, taller than most.
"Hi. You the new cape?"
wormcan
"If you say so.
I'm Senegal. I'm with a paramilitary group, fighting some of the superpowered criminals we got here. I'm here to invite you to join. Or, if you just landed here out of nowhere, to volunteer a place to stay and hold off on the invitation until tomorrow."
I'm Senegal. I'm with a paramilitary group, fighting some of the superpowered criminals we got here. I'm here to invite you to join. Or, if you just landed here out of nowhere, to volunteer a place to stay and hold off on the invitation until tomorrow."
characterquarry
"I landed here out of nowhere. I'm technically AWOL right now. Or maybe MIA, since it's not my fault. I'm not sure I want to add 'defector' to that, but I'll hear you out. Tomorrow."
characterquarry
"I'm just about of mana for the day. Long fight this morning, got teleported to a random insane dimension, had another fight, collapsed myself doing a fancy trick, then two hours of healing people. But flying takes just the tiniest speck, so I'll follow you once I pick up my steelwing."
She does that, and follows him close to ground level, presuming nobody has moved it and nothing stops them.
She does that, and follows him close to ground level, presuming nobody has moved it and nothing stops them.
wormcan
He leads her to a perfectly ordinary-looking car. "That thing going to fit in the trunk? You could follow from above, but that's just asking for someone to track us."
characterquarry
"It comes apart." She takes it apart, and it does fit in the trunk.
Military guy will probably be slightly concerned if he sees the no less than eight flintlock pistols and bags of gunpowder and shot stored in one of its compartments.
"Nice, a horseless carriage. Someone made engines that fit inside something smaller than a train."
Military guy will probably be slightly concerned if he sees the no less than eight flintlock pistols and bags of gunpowder and shot stored in one of its compartments.
"Nice, a horseless carriage. Someone made engines that fit inside something smaller than a train."
wormcan
Senegal is more surprised at the type of weapon than their presence.
"These are common here. They not been invented yet where you're from?"
"These are common here. They not been invented yet where you're from?"
characterquarry
"No. And trains are shiny-new. Most, er, invented things have come in the last three dozen years since the Neuroi invasion tossed the kings and dukes out on their heads."
wormcan
"You're really not from around here. Cars are over a hundred years old, and trains are almost another hundred on top of that. Still got kings, some places, maybe because of the lack of Neuroi."
characterquarry
"Oh, we still got nobles in some places too, they just can't order you executed for daring to look upon them with unclean eyes or some other thing anymore."
She gets in the car, and copies him with the seatbelt.
She gets in the car, and copies him with the seatbelt.
wormcan
He drives off. "Executed? That sounds even farther back. Don't suppose we share a calendar? We're twenty-eleven A.D."
wormcan
"And you got steam engines. Impressive. Bet we could help deal with those invaders, if we manage to get to the right world and all."
characterquarry
"Those bombs from earlier would probably do it by themselves, with a Sew to deliver them. Ah, S-W-W, Strike Witch Wing. How does one cross worlds here? In my case it was a botched in-world teleport."
wormcan
"We can't. Someone somewhere probably can, but I don't know who. There are other worlds, we're in contact with one, but the Tinker who made the portal died."
wormcan
The car drives up to a completely ordinary-looking house. "This isn't the base. Location's secret, and you still might not join," Senegal explains. (Of course the secretive paramilitary organization has a house. They have some of everything.)
characterquarry
It doesn't look ordinary to her, but at least it's the same as all the others. "Key?"
Presumably getting one, she unloads her gear into the garage, has a shower after being briefly confused about the plumbing, and sleeps for a solid twelve hours or until awoken.
Presumably getting one, she unloads her gear into the garage, has a shower after being briefly confused about the plumbing, and sleeps for a solid twelve hours or until awoken.