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Who: Hex and whoever's at Atlantica
What: Hex is after something...
Where: Atlantica

Purple and blue lighting raced across the sky, nearly blinding Hex as she struggled to keep the boat on course. The waves tossed it back and forth, soaking her again and again. It would have been so much easier to just portal her way there, but she didn't have an exact idea of where exactly 'there' was. It had been a miserable week, but...

A steady grin kept itself pinned to her face.

It was here. At the heart of this storm,  was what she had been suffering this whole week to find.

Just a little further now...

Date: 2011-05-11 02:57 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] seolearo.livejournal.com
"Personal offense has nothing to do with it." Ray turned and walked into a portal. When she stepped out onto the deck behind Hex, the Corridor started to move, closing as it pooled around her feet. Her eyes narrowed. When she spoke next, her voice was quiet, cold.

"Light."

The Light magic on the deck suddenly surged forward like a living being. It lanced forward in a quick arc, racing for Hex's back.

Date: 2011-05-17 12:01 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] seolearo.livejournal.com
Ray had but a moment of exultation before she was thrown back into the cold of a Dark Corridor. She was only there for just as long, but the cold and fear stuck with her for a few seconds more as she was thrown, yet again, to the deck. Her landing was... less than graceful, to say the least.

Then she looked up, and saw two things.

One, Maleficent's little minion had bailed. Well, maybe not bailed entirely, since she sounded pretty determined to get that "treasure," but she certainly wasn't here.

Two, that monstrous undersea abomination was...

Oh. Oh, shit.

She scrambled to her feet, eyes scanning the deck for her partner. "Lesley, we gotta go! Like now!"

There wasn't any more time to spare. Ray turned and dove through a portal, stumbling over the thrashing waves on her way out at the beach. She turned back to the ocean just in time to see the boat get destroyed, and had to crush down a flash of rage, directed both at that... thing, and the bitch who'd made it come out in the first place.

But, if they were lucky, the woman would reveal herself to them again, hopefully before the world ended.

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