*hangs head in shame* *motions a 'raise curtain'*
Alright, so she'd messed the timing up.
Everything else had been in order, though, so why ...
BOOM!
... was this happening?!
The wall behind her had just exploded, and she ducked to the side to avoid the debris.
"Get back here!"
The voice was pure fury. If it weren't for the fact that its owner was still capable of coherent ... well, if death-threats were to be considered coherent ... speech, she'd have thought she'd somehow messed up badly enough to have gotten a Berserker by mistake.
That is, if it also weren't for the fact that whoever this was, he was some sort of Mage and actively using that Magic. And she did mean Magic, not just Magecraft.
"I was so close, damnit! IT WAS WITHIN MY REACH! And then ..."
smash
"... you ..."
crash
Well, there goes the East Wing, a detached part of her mind noted. The part that wasn't cowering in fear for some reason ...
"... had to go and yank me here!! Send me back, damn you!"
Fear? She wasn't normally easily rattled, even by a display like that.
The realization let her throw off the unnatural Terror, raise a hand ...
... and be lifted clear off the ground, and slammed into a wall by an amber colored plane of energy.
The Servant's crimson eyes didn't glare. The word wasn't in any way sufficient to describe that particular expression ...
"Don't kill me! I command you!"
The mystical symbols of the Command Spells on the back of her right hand flared ...
The man's head shot to the side, as if he'd been struck ... it swung back.
"Bad move. Do you know how much pain a human body can take without the inhabitant expiring? It's really remarkably resilient," he hissed through clenched teeth.
Her eyes shot wide, even as an amber glimmer solidified around her jaw, making her effectively mute.
"Now," the Servant hauled up a still intact chair, set it a few meters in front of her wall-bound form, and sat down. Still glaring. "You've got one chance. You try to use ... well, whatever the hell those things on your hand are again ... if the word command even crosses your lips, well, I can make the Fields really sharp and quite hot, so you won't really be risking death through bloodloss if I lop that hand clean off at the elbow, right? So, care to explain to me just what the hell is going on here, where here is, and why the fuck you decided to yank my ass here just as I was finally about to come home after more years than I'd care to count? Blink once for yes, twice for no."
Anger management? What's that?
-Griever
in no way is this or will this ever be a part of the Incarna continuum.
When tact is required, use brute force. When force is required, use greater force.
When the greatest force is required, use your head. Surprise is everything. - The Book of Cataclysm
Alright, so she'd messed the timing up.
Everything else had been in order, though, so why ...
BOOM!
... was this happening?!
The wall behind her had just exploded, and she ducked to the side to avoid the debris.
"Get back here!"
The voice was pure fury. If it weren't for the fact that its owner was still capable of coherent ... well, if death-threats were to be considered coherent ... speech, she'd have thought she'd somehow messed up badly enough to have gotten a Berserker by mistake.
That is, if it also weren't for the fact that whoever this was, he was some sort of Mage and actively using that Magic. And she did mean Magic, not just Magecraft.
"I was so close, damnit! IT WAS WITHIN MY REACH! And then ..."
smash
"... you ..."
crash
Well, there goes the East Wing, a detached part of her mind noted. The part that wasn't cowering in fear for some reason ...
"... had to go and yank me here!! Send me back, damn you!"
Fear? She wasn't normally easily rattled, even by a display like that.
The realization let her throw off the unnatural Terror, raise a hand ...
... and be lifted clear off the ground, and slammed into a wall by an amber colored plane of energy.
The Servant's crimson eyes didn't glare. The word wasn't in any way sufficient to describe that particular expression ...
"Don't kill me! I command you!"
The mystical symbols of the Command Spells on the back of her right hand flared ...
The man's head shot to the side, as if he'd been struck ... it swung back.
"Bad move. Do you know how much pain a human body can take without the inhabitant expiring? It's really remarkably resilient," he hissed through clenched teeth.
Her eyes shot wide, even as an amber glimmer solidified around her jaw, making her effectively mute.
"Now," the Servant hauled up a still intact chair, set it a few meters in front of her wall-bound form, and sat down. Still glaring. "You've got one chance. You try to use ... well, whatever the hell those things on your hand are again ... if the word command even crosses your lips, well, I can make the Fields really sharp and quite hot, so you won't really be risking death through bloodloss if I lop that hand clean off at the elbow, right? So, care to explain to me just what the hell is going on here, where here is, and why the fuck you decided to yank my ass here just as I was finally about to come home after more years than I'd care to count? Blink once for yes, twice for no."
Anger management? What's that?
-Griever
in no way is this or will this ever be a part of the Incarna continuum.
When tact is required, use brute force. When force is required, use greater force.
When the greatest force is required, use your head. Surprise is everything. - The Book of Cataclysm