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ℰʟɪᴢᴀʙᴇᴛʜ ([personal profile] brooches) wrote in [community profile] usir 2018-12-22 03:43 pm (UTC)

[ It was incredibly naive and impulsive for her to speak the way she did — but there's a varying degree of responsibility for something like this. She's never travelled across a tear with another person, the knotting fear of something going wrong gnaws at her, but.

With a summon of her strength, a few feet away: something odd happens. It's at first like a spark, a gray electric rip that pockets in an oval. Yet, like a festering wound, it spreads. Gray static pulls from seemingly nowhere until they find a very clear portal in their view — through the static, a small barn is visible, all with chickens clucking and cows chomping on hay. Seemed like it was a safe part of the outskirts.

Elizabeth hesitates, a harsh gulp of spit bobs her throat a bit and with a grasp on his hand — she tugs. Lord, does she tug. Shaky with her movements and careful not to slip, Elizabeth leads the stranger halfway through the portal. ]


Relax.

[ She reiterates with one leg inside of the portal, a steady drop of blood begins to trickle from a nostril. ]

Just mind your nose when you come through.

[ And, through they go! ]

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