Displaced [Open! Current event!]

[absolutevictory]

The swirling rift began to spit out Riders, Goddesses, and whomever else that got pulled through...

Arifore lands atop a tall steel building as she watched people fall around. Despite the mishap, she was pleased. The area looking like an odd and rundown city. Rusted cars sit abandoned in the streets. The air quiet before they showed up.

"Fufuu. How lucky. Hmm?" Glancing down to a gem inlaid on the top of her hand before her wrist started...it glints and gives a faint pulse.

As the others fell, they too would notice they had a gem on their hand as well. This would be something that would connect them to unlikely allies as they landed all around the area...
The stones matching one other person around them.

Red eyes narrowing, fishing in her attire for yet another trick up her sleeve and finding it. A spell scroll of sorts to have her teleport away from the area for now...

Comments

Re: Team 555 🐺

[justsomebull]

Whipping around with a glare. "What the hell did you say?!"

Chest heaving with a glare

Re: Team 555 🐺

[dial555]

"You heard me. Doing all that isn't going to do anything productive"

Re: Team 555 🐺

[justsomebull]

Balling his hands into fists, stepping toward him so they're practically nose to nose

Re: Team 555 🐺

[dial555]

A lip curling before one of the monitors near them sound out. He looks upward and huffs.