[ti]Ep 2.5[/ti]Out of the Blue [Closed]
Apr 20, 2020 1:43:08 GMT -5
Post by Patch on Apr 20, 2020 1:43:08 GMT -5
A smile graced her freckled face.
A warm one, quiet and happy, with denta exposed, to meet that of Carbine’s. That little push, that’s all she needed. That proverbial hand to hold, as she followed through with what she’d started. The bottom of her optics quirked up with her cheeks. A nod to the mech, as it settled away. A seriousness descending in the way she carried herself. This was scary, yes, but it was also exciting. The next few steps toward the next few chapters of her life… All crooked upon the leaning edge, that was entering this Groundbridge...
Quietly, the young femme’s attention turned to the vortex. Staring up to the swirling, wordless sole as it whistled, and hummed, and beckoned.
An in-vent. An ex-vent.
It was gonna be okay.
With a shift of her pedde, and a shift of her arm, to let the edge of her box settle better into the cleft of her elbow, the young femme pushed off -left pedde first- into the swirling blue abyss. The tingling, chilling warmth, the familiar airless-breeze that brushed across and through her as she walked. Moving carefully through a place with no floor, and no ceiling. No up, and no down. Enclosed with no walls. Open, yet with no real way to fall off track into the infinite.
Familiar. Safe and unsafe all at once. That crisp, wispy sort of clean burn smell they always had, as space and time bent to energon, and engineering's will. The glowing blue, and green of transport. Entrances, and exits. Bold and mundane; this small one surely the first of a great many she'd have on this planet.
With a beautifully orchestrated manipulation of physics, a small flash of light, and a soft hush of sound, Patch’s white and red frame disappeared into the promising beyond...
(( Fin. ))
A warm one, quiet and happy, with denta exposed, to meet that of Carbine’s. That little push, that’s all she needed. That proverbial hand to hold, as she followed through with what she’d started. The bottom of her optics quirked up with her cheeks. A nod to the mech, as it settled away. A seriousness descending in the way she carried herself. This was scary, yes, but it was also exciting. The next few steps toward the next few chapters of her life… All crooked upon the leaning edge, that was entering this Groundbridge...
Quietly, the young femme’s attention turned to the vortex. Staring up to the swirling, wordless sole as it whistled, and hummed, and beckoned.
An in-vent. An ex-vent.
It was gonna be okay.
With a shift of her pedde, and a shift of her arm, to let the edge of her box settle better into the cleft of her elbow, the young femme pushed off -left pedde first- into the swirling blue abyss. The tingling, chilling warmth, the familiar airless-breeze that brushed across and through her as she walked. Moving carefully through a place with no floor, and no ceiling. No up, and no down. Enclosed with no walls. Open, yet with no real way to fall off track into the infinite.
Familiar. Safe and unsafe all at once. That crisp, wispy sort of clean burn smell they always had, as space and time bent to energon, and engineering's will. The glowing blue, and green of transport. Entrances, and exits. Bold and mundane; this small one surely the first of a great many she'd have on this planet.
With a beautifully orchestrated manipulation of physics, a small flash of light, and a soft hush of sound, Patch’s white and red frame disappeared into the promising beyond...
(( Fin. ))