You stick around long enough, and you'll realize that the world is a strange and mysterious place. Sometimes things defy logic in ways that no one can ever really seem to comprehend - like, for instance, how it was that a city was so infested with the supernatural that no one seemed to notice? How so many people died and yet the population never dwindled, or how no one ever seems to leave the city, even if they talk about it or claim they hate it.
Like no one hears the crack of thunder overhead, and the sound of shattering glass. Above in the sky of Brunswick sits a massive crack in what you might know as reality. It seems like a storm, with rain and lightning to boot - but within the clouds is the thunderous and shimmering crack, obvious to any fae eyes which might wander to the skies.
People wander through the streets, ignorant of whatever the crack may mean. Ignorant of the potential danger they were in. They laugh, they cry, they talk about their tedious, boring lives as though nothing else seems to matter within it; Never knowing that at any moment, they could be taken and their world could change forever. Even those who know, don't know what the crack might mean, or where exactly it is 'above' - only that it is there. One moment in one section of the sky, another moment in another, pounding with the sounds of thunder.
Perhaps it was moving with the storm, a strange fey element which existed solely to upset the nerves of those around them?
Ruth's browsing of the local wanted adds was interrupted when the first crack happened. She nearly spilled her coffee in shock, and her embarrassed looks intensified when she realized only she heard it.
She could run. She probably should run. After the events at the Pier, and after her talk with Allison, Ruth though was more aware of the strangeness of the world, and how dangerous it could be.
"Fuck," she grumbled as she took a deep breath and started going towards the source of the crack.
The crack itself is hard really to define the where it is, when so far above - were she still an Angel in his choir, she might be able to fly to the heavens to reach the crack and investigate. For now, though the best she could possibly do is get high - high enough to see where it might be and go in that direction.
The crack thunders, and the lightning splits the heavens, widening it. She realizes she's pretty close to the actual crack in the sky herself, and it looks not unlike the splintering of glass just about to break - though if the sky was going to break, where might the pieces fall - and who would believe her without calling her Chicken Little?
Why was she doing this? She picked a really shitty time to ask herself this as she looked for a nice low roof to start on.
Ruth has rolled 1 success on an athletics roll
Crack! Lightning seems to leap out of the crack, unsurprising, to strike the ground. Crack! Fire, instead, swarms the edges of it. Finally, the glass shatters and the sky falls, leaving behind a gaping hole of thorns and winds that could only really be the hedge.
From it's entrance, two beings fall out - one is a large creature dressed in flame, it's face a skull with bits of mottled flesh burning and tusks the size of razor blades, wings long and tattered as well. It was bleeding gushes of fire and smelled of rotten eggs - sulfur - as it hurled to the ground with what appeared to be another Angel.
You know it by her wings first - golden things which wrap around her, protecting her like a certain armor. Light emanates from her in a shimmering mantle, crackling with the same light that seemed to have come from the crack not moments ago - her armor is beautifully plated, covering her body in a strange blend of armor-meets-fashion that shouldn't have had her legs so exposed yet was beautiful all the more for it. In her hand was a sword, blazing with fire like michael's own blade, and she's striking it - a blast against the other creature and another, before she leaps off it and floats back, landing on a fire escape and looking down where they had landed, in a nearby ally.
The truly miraculous thing is, for all that and all things like this, people still ignore the truth. They'd walk past the alley way like it was a man assaulting a woman rather than like two beings were locked in battle - one fae, one hob of unknown origins.
Ruth has rolled 3 successes to activate Light-Shy
Ruth stuck her head out a bit to peek at the living creature and the formerly living creature that was now a smoking pile of flesh, all of which was being ignored by everyone else. Lucky them, those lucky fucks, she thought.
If you look closely enough, you can see it - the thin echo of the contracts which layer the skin of the angel. The almost adamantine gaze in her eyes, the way the steel on her skin perfectly melded into a part of her, the way the blade danced with fire and the way she moved towards the creature like a dance - it's elegant, beautiful, and the creature in this case is woefully outmatched - the creature that she faces is far less elegant, more a strange ogre shape than anything else. It roars and charges her, before one last flicker of lightning captures the distance between the two of them, and she's on the other side of it. She looks to her hand, and gives it a small flourish, before sighing and looking around.
"Back on earth..." She says quietly, and the words that spill from her lips are magic. Oh, she was a beautiful creature by no doubt of the mind, but just those three words were enough to capture a moment in time - it is as though the world stops for a beating breath, just to hear her speak, and it is nearly impossible to ignore as she does. She looks around for a moment, the crackling of the Wyrd around her dimming just a bit, as she looks to the hob. "Guess I better clean this up before it's masters come and follow."
She looked up to the sky at the gaping hole in reality, and sighed - even as it seemed to close up above them, she didn't for a moment trust that that was not a newly formed gate (in the sky, of all places!)
What the fuckkkkkkk
Eventually Ruth might form more coherent thoughts, but right now she was too busy being both terrified and curious. Mostly terrified. Her grip on her hiding spot tightened as she forced herself to slow her breaths and focus. Blind panic would only make her vulnerable, just like blind faith made her into what she was now.
Ruth glanced again at the angel, this living creature of steel and fire. Right...she had done this trick a few times before, putting her senses into overdrive to look through and around things to find what was and wasn't real and why.
Ruth has rolled 3 successes on a Kenning Roll
RoseRuth of course gets to look over the angel herself as she cleans up the mess that she's made of the creature before her - taking the two halves and shoving them into a dumpster. She breaths in, a soft gentle sigh as she looks over her hands, a slight pout on her lips given the amount of gore resting upon them.
The angel comes to life under her senses, and Ruth can see the delicate beauty of the creature - the slightly elven tips of her ears, the almost universally drawing way her - currently cerulean - eyes light up. There is an edge of humanity there, sorrow lost for the dead soul that no kind one could ever truly mimick, even as she makes a motion that isn't a prayer as she knows it, but reminiscent. Golden rays of light flitter and call themselves the girls hair, but Ruth can almost see hints of a mask just outside of it, in the peripherals of her sight.
"Wait a minute. This looks like..." Her voice stops the mind from thinking with just the faintest of whispers as she notices her surroundings - it gets into your head in a way that rivals even the Keepers in their beauty, something that overtakes you, addicts you, and forces you to want to hear more. Passes right by Ruth as she looks over the place, a sharp gasp escaping her lips. "Guys, I know where we are!"
"No, No I recognize this place. I think this is Brunswick..."
RoseRose herself seems content to talk about the place, until after a moment she pause and then looks around. "Where? I don't see anyone... Oh!" She covers her lips, and then looks around, and then breaths in, until...
Rainbow hued eyes clash around the shadows which hid the darkling, trying to pick her out - but definitely looking at, or perhaps through, her.
Right, act tough, don't give into the growing fear within her, she thought.
Rose has rolled 2 successes on Vainglory. Ruth has rolled 3 successes to resist.
RoseThe Fairest of course begins to wrap herself in magics - she is a glorious vision to behold, the shining Emissary which stands at attention - her blade is sheathed, for it will do no harm, but the magic which rolls off her gives her an air of authority - one that, for most, would prevent them from harming her should the need so arise. Her voice, ever the powerful thing, says in a soft murmur, "Are you alright?"
"Um, yea, since I'm not the one who bisected a...um...what was that thing?"
Rose"Alive. Now it's dead, but I didn't go searching it's pockets for loose change so it's really only mostly dead. Hobs you know. Never really follow our rules, and that was a weird one," She smiles, and that smile shines as much as she does. "Rose. Pleasure to meet you!"
Rose"Hob. Little tiny weird little... Hedge things. Think little mini goblins, only with a lot more variety. I take it you a bit new to things then, far as the whole system goes?" She smiled and then said, "If you don't mind, I am trying to get my bearings anyways. Perhaps we can go somewhere quieter to talk where I can explain it more?"
"Yea...um...I know a good coffee shop we could go to. Um...actual question, you do know what coffee is, right?
Rose"Course I know what coffee shops are. They are horrible places to have a conversation though, everyone listens, especially when talking about private things. No, no - we're going to need somewhere less overt." She paused and then raised a finger to look at Ruth, "Wait aminute. How is it _I_ bust through the hedge and am explaining to you about it? Doesn't the order of this seem a bit reversed to you?"
RoseThere is the sharp crack of an almost electric sound in the air, fizzing as Rose looks to Ruth and then said, "Uh... Huh. Well. Not all of us went to Heaven either. Be careful referencing other people's past and the changes they go through. Not all of them take it well. Come on. It's been a while since I've been here, but I'm sure the place hasn't changed that much, there is probably a few good places to hole up in Nelly's peak if you know how to protect yourself."
Rose"Alright." She said, running a hand through sunlit hair. She reached over and tossed the sword to the side, near the trashcan. They wouldn't need it where they were going and it would draw attention - more than she did anyways. She starts to walk, and as she does she asks, "So how long ago did you get out?"
RoseRose went quiet a moment, and then said, "I..." She thought another moment, as though visibly trying to figure it out herself. A host of memories filled her mind, trying to fight for answers, before she finally replied, "Ten minutes ago, and Ten years ago." Rose, for her part, looked rather young - perhaps even as young as Ruth truth be told, so the idea of her escaping ten years ago made no sense - as did her escaping ten minutes ago at the same time. Then again, Faerie time was strange anyways, and she clarified, "My escape happened a few years ago. I'm sorry - my head is sometimes not very clear."
Easier than trying to explain