[It had been looking to be an ordinary day, from the start. Ruka had errands to run: checks to mail, art supplies to restock, cat food to replenish, a half-dozen of other minor tasks to accomplish. She was standing in line at the post office, idle in both action and thought, when she felt the hook in her chest pulling her out of that time and that place.
Breath escaped her in a gasp, and her thoughts were quickly muddling upon one another. At least I'm not walking Pess, went one, that followed it with I hope this isn't another trip to Disney World with the Major. Somewhere in there, it followed with, I wonder if this is what Porting Out feels like?
Her thoughts were still on this path when she arrived on the city bus, disoriented. Her small stack of letters slipped from her hand as her body jolted backwards from sudden motion. She twisted and crouched to recollect them without initial thought, and it wasn't until they were back in hand that she wondered, why was she on a bus? The fact she still had her letters, and her eye patch still across her face with all that entailed, she couldn't possibly have been sent back to Neo Domino City.
But was it still the City?
By the time she stood, her eye was catching on the familiar tells of other imPorts -- Hank McCoy was easy to spot, and the orange of horns (not Eridan, not Gamzee, her mind supplies before it registers troll) -- and her chest was filling with muted dread. Being dragged from one place to another, being dragged from a place with no imPorts to a place with a group of imPorts...
Panic flared and died within her, pushed down, smothered by habit, leaving Ruka with only the mildest form of disdain and irritation. Whatever was coming, she wasn't going to like it.
The minute hand changed, and once more Ruka felt that pull. Her arm was burning, glowing bright before the tugging had even ceased, and she had no time to get her bearings before the world had even solidified around her.]
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Breath escaped her in a gasp, and her thoughts were quickly muddling upon one another. At least I'm not walking Pess, went one, that followed it with I hope this isn't another trip to Disney World with the Major. Somewhere in there, it followed with, I wonder if this is what Porting Out feels like?
Her thoughts were still on this path when she arrived on the city bus, disoriented. Her small stack of letters slipped from her hand as her body jolted backwards from sudden motion. She twisted and crouched to recollect them without initial thought, and it wasn't until they were back in hand that she wondered, why was she on a bus? The fact she still had her letters, and her eye patch still across her face with all that entailed, she couldn't possibly have been sent back to Neo Domino City.
But was it still the City?
By the time she stood, her eye was catching on the familiar tells of other imPorts -- Hank McCoy was easy to spot, and the orange of horns (not Eridan, not Gamzee, her mind supplies before it registers troll) -- and her chest was filling with muted dread. Being dragged from one place to another, being dragged from a place with no imPorts to a place with a group of imPorts...
Panic flared and died within her, pushed down, smothered by habit, leaving Ruka with only the mildest form of disdain and irritation. Whatever was coming, she wasn't going to like it.
The minute hand changed, and once more Ruka felt that pull. Her arm was burning, glowing bright before the tugging had even ceased, and she had no time to get her bearings before the world had even solidified around her.]
... Well.
At least it's not Disney World.
[Naturally, that wouldn't be true for long.]