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effort to connect with worlds beyond our own."
February 5, 2026 at 6:05 PM

with it. "Are people dropping out of rifts a normal thing for you?" Veonteii's only half joking - it's as good an opportunity as any to start gathering information about this world. "Let's start with the basics, then. My name's Veonteii. I'm here on behalf of Usau's World Gate project, an


February 5, 2026 at 6:05 PM
// it had a moment, everyone has them
February 5, 2026 at 5:56 PM
// seems to be fine now
February 5, 2026 at 5:54 PM
// for a second
February 5, 2026 at 5:54 PM

control direction like horizontal spirals, evasive of obstacles such as trees.

ㅤ The distance closes, so Veonteii attempts to call against the rushing wind;
"Stop! I'm not here to hurt you!"
February 5, 2026 at 5:43 PM

higher Entropic activity means Veonteii is moving faster. Like a spinning, twirling hopscotch, he'd witness Veonteii weaving around trees on scattered rails, were he to turn; deftly, she alternates between tucking quick, tight curves for acceleration, and comparatively lengthier rails to


February 5, 2026 at 5:43 PM

intermittent with rapid clicks and clacks. Were he to turn to observe his tracker, to his potential chagrin, he'd find Veonteii in her element - wrapped in an orange glow, she wreathes herself in Entropic magic. Through Amplification, her reaction speed and muscle movement is vastly enhanced;


February 5, 2026 at 5:43 PM

as beacons of hope, four diamonds alight on either shin and the soles radiant with heat and Entropy.

ㅤ "Guess we're doing this the hard way."

ㅤ Were Retro keeping his ears open, the sound of his pursuer changes. Once a wooshing of a body through air and stable grinding, it's suddenly


February 5, 2026 at 5:43 PM

the metallic material grinding hard against the luminescent formations.
ㅤ Yet, her boots are an example of some of the most advanced legwear on Usau. A second, upper diamond shape gleams brightly along both shins, and Cold magic rocks throughout; in full operation, the Spark Heels are bright


February 5, 2026 at 5:43 PM

Veonteii's limbs then close taut, and she dives like a bullet - the speed of her fall is far accelerated, as much a video game maneuver as the intruder's map installation. At the moment before she collides with the ground, curved hardlight forms, and her heels slip against it; sparks roar,


February 5, 2026 at 5:43 PM

aerobatics. Her figure twists, legs together in a helix; at the peak of the jump, they open, and she assumes the stance of a skydiver.
ㅤ ... Bit stupid, she realizes; the foliage is hard to track through. She keeps a bead in the moment of her blunder thanks to the contrast of blue on green;


February 5, 2026 at 5:43 PM

stop moving only seconds ago. Even with the wind whipping past like no tomorrow, Veonteii's face is unbothered, and her eyes wide open. He darts into the forest, and at first, Veonteii thinks to go overhead; Retro sees the forming hardlight rip upward, leading Veonteii into twirling


February 5, 2026 at 5:43 PM

not like I came here with a gun and aircraft..." Green eyes shut for a moment in lament. When they open shortly after, they've hardened, and Veonteii blasts off in the literal sense; again, with that distorting, translucent energy.

ㅤ From here on, she can't rely on the radar; she watched it


February 5, 2026 at 5:43 PM

ㅤ " ... What?" No one's here -
ㅤ Blue, flickering fabric and blonde hair. Seeing the worldly intruder fleeing, Veonteii groans, but thinks to check her radar first; before he'd cut his transmissions, the ping whisks away, following Retro. The groan transforms into a whine; "Oh, come on, it's


February 5, 2026 at 5:43 PM

her trained physique and smart application of energy leaving her unharmed. One foot slid forward to act as a literal brake against the hardlight, and a hand lifted high; from the palm and the underside of her arm, the air distorts and tints orange in a pulse, like a wing of mysterious energy.


February 5, 2026 at 5:43 PM