Fortune was silent as he watched the situation around him unfold. He kept an eye on the two 'knights' that were in theory there to escort them if for no other reason then to ensure that they didn't do something stupid. He kept his eyes on those whom had been in the 'carriage' earlier in order to see if they were alright and to also ensure that they didn't do something stupid... even if his gaze did linger on the situation with Amelie with a small amount of worry. In general, he was just keeping an alert eye out to make sure that he wouldn't be caught off guard by the next horrible thing that was no doubt going to happen.

It also gave him the chance to reflect on a few pieces of information that he had picked up since he had arrived here... namely the term 'Suffer'. Ever since he had arrived, it had been made clear that the reason that he was here was to suffer... which lent evidence to the whole 'daemon' theory. However, if it expected him to just curl up and wallow in pain and death then it had enough thing coming! Fortune had no intention of disgracing the De Vigny name today!

Besides, to suffer was not a bad thing in and of itself; In order to become a Knight of the Realm and be worthy of owning or inheriting land, a young knight had to prove themself worthy of the honor, normally via valor in combat but great deeds in general were acceptable. Tracking down and slaying the vile creature at the center of this illusionary world would be an act worthy of such a promotion... and even if he couldn't prove it, it would be a great service to his homeland.

His resolve hardened, he waited to see what would be coming next.

Kael bristled at Hiecro's words, though he carefully kept the evidence of it absent. They didn't have much of a choice in the matter, just because they could probably beat the two knights didn't mean that it was a good idea to do so, all things considered. Maybe her boss would be willing to give him some answers. And hopefully she would put herself in the way of something lethal at some point...well. At any rate, the pavise shield was a bit large for him to carry with him...but it was also his only method of protection, so he'd have to just deal with that. Maybe the knight ally, Fortune, might be able to use it better.

...Kael had armed himself with her fallen comrade's crossbow and pavise.

Kael also takes a moment to grab the crossbow and ammo off the dead knight...the crossbow for strange, inexplicable reasons he can't really put to words, but the crossbow bolts because such ammunition seemed more effective than his own arrows. Of course, no telling how they'd work on that armor...but still, they can't hurt. He slips the crossbow onto his back, sliding it behind his quiver, while the bolts he puts under his belt easily to hand. Then he groups himself up near the others. He has no idea what a slug is...but he remembers the method of the knights' arrival, that might have been one. Glancing over at what appears to be his spiked, dead body, his feeling of unease grows...it sure would be nice to know what's going on...

Luca was relieved to see Donny return to the fold. He took a quick stock of his other allies. Amelie's condition was not lost on him, though he certainly couldn't explain it. The knight -- Fortune, if he remembered correctly -- was arming himself, which seemed wise. Luca only clasped the bolt he'd stolen, but that was about as much combat as he was good for anyway. He watched each and every one of his companions, fancying himself a shepherd for a moment while he stood about harmlessly and helplessly waiting for the authority figures to tell him what to do next. The idea that he could even think of himself as a protector was, at best, laughable -- but all the same, they'd come this far together, and as long as nothing else made sense, Luca found in these strangers a curious endearment. He didn't think it consciously, but if push came to shove, he would do what he could to help any of them.

Except perhaps Donny, but then, Donny certainly didn't seem to need Luca's sort of help.

She tried to press space away from her. Clearly, space had been pulled in at her, the relative measure decreased from her point of view. The girl determined to reject it, to restore distance relative to herself, how she was experiencing. Attempting to get it back to normal. Since it was only to herself it was happening, she assumed, she’d focus this effect on herself. Press it away. If it didn’t work, she’d attempt to create an orb the way she knew to see if it helped, if anything she knew how to do would have any effect.

At least transportation would be ready soon, he wanted this girl somewhere inside so he could properly examine her. And properly monitor her as long as she wouldn't snap out of it. Although she seemed calmer now, that certainly was a good sign.

Ariett muttered something about how he'd better not be screwing with them before applying a few drops of the liquid to the girl's shirt—she wanted to see the effects before risking a high dose with a potentially volatile chemical.

He kept his eyes on those whom had been in the 'carriage' earlier in order to see if they were alright and to also ensure that they didn't do something stupid... even if his gaze did linger on the situation with Amelie with a small amount of worry. In general, he was just keeping an alert eye out to make sure that he wouldn't be caught off guard by the next horrible thing that was no doubt going to happen.

@PlatinumSkink
...But nothing happened.

The pounding behind her eyes had stopped though, and besides the issue of blurred vision Amelie felt reasonably fine.

@Holmishire
The thick, black liquid refused to pour out in small, neat drops - a modest lump of it falling from the lip of the canteen's mouth to slap against the spine-covered, silvery metal coating Amelie's shirt. The substance immediately reacted, seething in every direction like a mass of ferrofluid in a magnetic field, before stretching out to completely and evenly cover every exposed inch of the silver metal. A few moments passed, and then the black substance bled away, seemingly evaporating into thin air while emitting a sound equivocal to a melodramatic sigh. There remained no evidence of the silvery metal that had coated Amelie's shirt.

...Although the fabric that the metal had consume was also gone, leaving a gaping hole in the front of Amelie's shirt.

"It hurt like hell when that metal seared into my back," she said, addressing the knight. "If I used it on myself now, wouldn't I just suffer from an open wound?"

"Nah." The male pavise knight said indifferently. "It will probably remove any skin directly adhered to the plating, but it's all going to be dead and cauterized most of the way down. Should just leave a clean scoop of flesh where the plate was. Unsightly, but not grisly."

With a grunt donny disassembled his contraption, tugged his shoe back on, replaced his reel, and ditched the piss rod over a shoulder before walking back to the others.

@Doc Doctor
As Donny approached the group, they quickly returned to normal speed - and then started to accelerate. As he took another step, Hiecro, Fortune, and the male Pavise Knight all exploded in blurs of speed, moving several times faster than his eyes could process - and then in an instant, their motion returned to normal, and Donny witnessed Andreas and Ariett tending to the fallen Amelie while the remainder of the group gathered around the male pavise knight.

A curious halo of brown, sepia-toned haze began to fill the air surrounding the male pavise knight and those passengers immediately surrounding him. It was flecked with tantalizing flashes of blue, glimmering sparks. Dust and various microdebris from between the cobblestones began to alight and rush outward as though expelled by a high-pressure force, and a thin line of deep, glittering, carmine-red light seemed to seep out of the ground, demarcating an obvious boundary line. Those within the area, save for Luca, felt their eyes pop.

"Slug is forming up." The male pavise knight declared. "Everyone stay within the pressure field." He glanced over to where Donny had, from his perspective, abruptly reappeared out of thin air. He snorted lightly and hung his crossbow back again his belt loop before beckoning to Donny with his right hand.

"Come on over troublemaker. There is at least one person in New Nemea who would mind if you were left to die here, as surprising as that is."

@Cruallassar@mdk
Hiecro had turned back to face Kael once she had reached the gathered group of passengers. "You coming or not, lion food?" She called out to him. She then turned to glance over at Luca and visibly startled.

"Hey, you! You're standing too close to the line, get closer in to the rest of us. You don't want to be stuck between the folding walls."

‘… I don’t get it…’ Amelie objected out loud to the world, trying to focus her eyes upwards she held her hand still upwards but to no effect. But, now that things had calmed down a bit, she felt brave enough to try to move in the real world. The blurry vision was troublesome. Perhaps if she used her powers to redirect light and get a sharper vision, like magic glasses or something… … … What was she thinking? She couldn’t trust her magic at all, like this. Also, she was pretty sure it wouldn’t help, the cause of this blurriness was different…

‘… Thank you, but I think I’m fine…’ She told the nearby individuals apparently tending to her, looking to Andy and Ariett with thankful eyes as she tried to get onto her own legs to stand on her own. But, in the process of doing that she had to pause and blink a little in surprise, because this was right after Ariett applied that liquid on the spikes. So, she heard that sigh from the substance evaporating, felt the weight of the metal vanish… followed by a very telling sudden cold. As soon as Amelie connected what had happened she thrust the blanket that had been given to her onto the hole to cover what was underneath, blushing a little awkwardly.

‘… Th-that change of clothing would be, er, greatly appreciated just about now…’ She said, turning to look with her blurry vision towards Ariett and pleading in a quiet vulnerable voice. She also registered what was happening around them, the “pressure field” for the "slug" light coming on. But, it didn’t seem like it was going to kill them from how everyone was okay with it, so the immediate worry about clothing first. She’d very quickly try to get into anything she was offered at this point.

"Hey, you! You're standing too close to the line, get closer in to the rest of us. You don't want to be stuck between the folding walls."

Snapped out of his random delusions of significance by the sharp order, Luca immediately bounded towards the others. I'm such an idiot, he thought privately. "Sorry, I'm...." an idiot -- but don't say that out loud, stupid!! "Sorry."

His movement -- though late, and a little awkward for that fact -- was nevertheless remarkably spry and efficient. Watching him take a scolding and spring into action was something akin to watching spider monkeys deftly conquer a forest canopy. It was at once impressive and perfectly, naturally mundane; as though in both mind and body, this was his life's calling -- to recover from oblivious stasis with sudden bursts of competence.

@Terminal

Kael sent a sidelong glare in Hiecro's direction when she wasn't looking as he finished grouping up with the others, well within the cluster...as he'd been doing beforehand. Though of course, all things considered, she had tried...succeeded?...to kill him, so if the worst she was doing now was being a pig-headed Jorgumen about things, then he could live with it. He would also be sure to keep an eye on her and everyone else they ran into...he had no intention of being blind-sided again like before when that creepy vision happened. Safety did not seem present here in the slightest.

"Don't worry, nobody's looking," Ariett said, glancing around at the other commandingly to make it so. She pulled a light salmon-coloured hoodie from her pack and pulled it down over Amélie's head and shoulders. In doing so, the girl wouldn't have to move her arms—or the blanket—until the hoodie was already doing half the job for her. "Glad you're feeling better, but uh…" At this she looked to the doctor. "Any idea what was up with her? Or more importantly, if it's something that might relapse."

Andy turned his head after the command and took the time to observe what was going on, with the slug forming as the male pavise knight called it. Until a question got directed at him. "Not without asking her a set of questions first and maybe do a test or two in a hospital," he answered the young woman, "I can't say for certain at the moment." He then turned to Amelie. "How are you feeling right now?" he asked her.

At first, beyond the mere presence of the sepia-toned air and the glimmering flecks of electric-blue light, there was nothing to signify the formation of the curious form of transporation the pavise knights kept referring to as a 'slug.'

Then, all at once, everyone was lifted straight up into the air - all still standing and laying firmly against an impossibly solid surface borne on thin air. Slowly at first, rising but a scant meter, they quickly accelerated, soaring onwards and upwards at tremendous speed. With a sudden and soundless black blur and a small puff of bone and feathers, they shot past the bird that had been suspended in flight overhead - and its grisly remains began to ponderous orbit about the passengers in numerous circular trails across each of the strange, transparent envelope's axis - revealing whatever force that conveyed them to be spherical in shape.

As the sphere tore up through the sky, the passengers were not afforded with anything approaching an informative view. Beyond thirty meters, space contorted and imploded in upon itself, and the entirety of New Nemea became compressed into a singularly small jumble of what could only be described as shape. The horizon was peeled away from the boundaries of the world and fell in upon the city as a halo of sorts, and to surround it the passengers could only see the rest of the world rapidly being stretched out from its furthest boundaries, dragged across the whole of its width as though being pulled taut on a rack - only to then be indecipherable consumed by the ever-shrinking ball of featureless detail that was New Nemea.

Far above, where the horizon had faded and given way to stars and the angry, stinging darkness between them - the faint, grayed outline of a double-helical structure started to slowly come into focus.

The pavise knights, if they noticed anything, seemed unperturbed - beyond Hiecro's half-murderous, half-anxious and wild gaze locked on Donny and every motion he made.

"Alright, we don't have too long before we get slung back around and hit the University landing pad, so I'll have to make this quick - and you had better all get yourself into sorts before then." The male pavise knight began, the line sounding curiously rote and with his gaze settling somewhere behind and to the left of Fortune's head, his expression still decidedly uninterested.

"There has been an incident at the New Nemea School of Engineering. Some kind of SNAFUBAR just before the big symposium they were supposed to have. Private security protocols kicked in, and the entire place is on lockdown - they're a private institution and local enforcement and just about everyone else has been on decidedly shaky ground with them for a while, which means nobody has been able to get in or out. Normally that would be the end of it, but thankfully a fire started on the inside of one of the wings and completely bypassed the security field, which means there is one passage into the rest of the place. It still has a biometric lock though, which is where you come in." He pointed right at Ariett, squinting slightly as he examined her. "Your guest pass plus your biometric data should open the way for most minor doorways. Which is why they need you. Aesch would prefer if you assisted voluntarily, but if you don't want to play ball he might just settle for ripping off the bits and pieces he needs."

He turned to Luca then, and gestured errantly at Donny. "As for you two - apparently Aesch specifically called you two on for troubleshooting. He wants you take to care of whatever the issue that caused the lockdown is. He didn't inform me of the details, but I can tell you that a certain Doctor Leona Olympia Cetona is involved somehow. She's...a touch mythical if you catch my drift. Aesch probably won't tell you shit beyond what he wants you to actually do, so if you two want answers it might behoove you to speak with her as long as she doesn't make it too inconvenient for you." He shrugged emphatically.

In the distance, the large double-helical structure also began to contort as the rest of the world fell away into the singularity below. The thin gray lines began to sweep to the side and downwards, stretching and bending unnaturally around the group's field of view to be dragged down and collapsed into the now infinitesimal dot below. A small section of the structure kept creeping closer and began to come into higher definition - revealing a clustered mashup of metallic structures forming rows of trenches running along the entire length of one of the helical arms.

"As for you, sir-" The pavise knight turned to Fortune, something approaching actual interest now on his face. "The good Duke was going to be attending the symposium, you know? He has relations with Aesch of a short, and Aesch knows why you're here. He's going to try and press you into helping troubleshoot here, both out of convenience and also because it would be quite a feather in his cap if he can later claim he sent someone legitimate to rescue the Duke instead of these shady characters. I don't think he'll try to press you too hard so your call on whether or not you want in on this mess." He nodded in deference faintly.

With a sudden burst of speed, the sphere was pulled into a circular opening in the twisted mass of metal within ones of the channels, and the passengers were pulled into a slowly curving, dark tunnel. Every few meters there was a faint set of four lights ringing the passage, revealing curious side-channels with doors and catwalks along its sides along with long stretches of ribbed spines sticking inwards at intervals. The eerily drifting remains of the bird caused twisted shadows to pass across all of the passengers.

"As for you-" The pavise knight finally gestured at Andreas. "I've not got a lot. I think you're a doctor? One of your patients was apparently a guest of the Duke's, and Aesch wants you there to tend to potential casualties I guess. I dunno." He gave Andreas an apologetic smile. "No idea whether Aesch actually needs you or not."

"And as for you two..." The male pavise knight paused as he glanced between Amelie and Kael.

"Fuck'em." Hiecro practically spat. "As far as I care they don't exist. Once we set down they are officially Aesch's problem."

"What she said." The male pavise knight said blandly. "That's nearly all I got. I don't want to get any closer than I have to, but my advice as an enforcer is not to let Aesch push you around more than you have to. He's a real scumbag." He uttered the last line in a comically cheery fashion, his face splitting with a smile out of the blue.

He then glanced briefly at the passage walls before continuing. "Anyway, looks like we've hit the mid-point. If you have any questions, ask them now."

@Terminal

Luca's face went white before the pavise knight even addressed him. "Wait," he said softly. "She's the biometric pass?" That would mean that his suicide stunt was even dumber than before, which was a difficult bar to clear. Jesus Luca you're such a moron. As if to accentuate that thought, Luca asked no further questions about his role -- he was too distracted by the realization that he'd almost thrown his life away on the shaky, misguided, and foolhardy assumption that he was somehow special. The bolt in his hands felt heavy.

Amelie breathed out in relief as the hoodie was pulled over her head, eventually moving to get her hands through the arms when the hole was covered. She felt much safer and warmer already. So, she was now wearing a salmon-colored hoodie instead of her mystical-feeling brown cloak. A bit more color than she was usually wearing, but while feeling a bit awkward and blushing a bit, Amelie was fine with this. The question went between Ariett and Andy about what happened to her and how she was feeling.

‘I’m feeling fine, physically. … Um. I can answer what happened.’ Amelie replied, looking a little uncertain. She knew this world was different from her own, but… still… ‘My magic backlashed. It’s never done that before and should impossibly be able to do so, but it has, and I’ve learned a bit more about it because of this. It’s a bit unstable for now, but as long as I don’t use it I should be fine. But, using it could save our lives, so I will be using it. It may have hurt my eyes, my vision is blurry.’ She explained to the doctor and Ariett.

And then… they lifted. Amelie blinked, looking around trying to get a view of what was going on. She flinched a bit as they went straight through the bird, and she looked around trying to see the world. It didn’t work for long, as reality tore itself apart. Amelie tried to keep attention, but her impaired vision didn’t help her a lot here. But… there was something there, straight above them.

Amelie stayed still as the explanation for why each person was here was heard. Amelie could understand most of them, kind of. Then, of course, it was herself and the archer. “Fuck’em”, huh. She recoiled a little at the harsh language. There was nothing she could do but breathe out in an attempt to calm herself.

‘Alright. If you don’t care, then… I believe I’m here because an enemy with dimensional magic thought placing me here was a fun way to execute me. Which implies she knew you’d try to kill me for being here. Does the name Penny mean anything to you?’ She asked. Then… she turned to look at the archer with a small frown. ‘How did you end up here?’ Amelie knew her own story. She was put into the limo because Penny knew it’d kill her. But, there was no way Kael had the same story, was there…?

On a completely different matter, she was very uncomfortable with not knowing if she could trust her magic, so she was going to try to create an orb, or anything, just a decimeter in diameter if she could right in front of her. She’d also grab one of her Lost House tags from her skirt’s pockets. It’s really just a piece of paper that had her magic charged to it, but without time to set up it was useless.

She’d try to wave the paper tag through the area she was attempting on affecting, regardless of if an orb had actually manifested or not. There, she’d check to see if she could, um, manipulate the relative objective measure of the space and time and… anything, to bend the movement of the paper tag to just make it bend instead of the natural direction from the straight wave through. But, very notable, if she felt the backlash again, she’d stop if she could do so in time. She knew she could potentially need her magic to save lives in the near future, and the risk was worth it to her.

The blurry vision, that was something Andy couldn't do anything about now, but he would see what he could do about it after the travel. It was a remarkable way of traveling too, much more exciting than the flight with an airplane. He listened to the pavise knight as he explained why everyone was there and he waited for when his presence would be explained.

At the question if he was a doctor he nodded, that was true after all. At least he had some answers now. Tafans was with the Duke, at least he assumed it was Tafans, and this Aesch fellow... well, he didn't worry about it. He'd have a chat with him when he'd meet him. He couldn't stop a smile from forming when the knight warned them to not let Aesch push them around more than they had to. He wasn't planning on letting anyone push him around, but he didn't have any questions so he remained silent.

He listened to the explanation of this Penny person, that certainly was a more interesting story than his own. Travelling by airplane versus enemies with dimensional magic? Unless the Archer had an even more interesting story, he'd declare the girl the winner.

While he wasn't one to admit it, the moment that the metal upon Amelie's person had been removed to revel that the process also destroyed a bit of what the metal was connected to... namely her shirt, the knight had turned his head away from her with due speed while his cheeks were warmer then he was exactly comfortable with. From the sound of it some of the others had been able to provide spare clothing, which was good because as much as he admire Amelie's natural beauty he wasn't on good enough terms to see her in such a state...

Of course, things quickly got underway to take his mind off of the lack of clothing that Amelie was wearing; Namely the fact that they were flying through the air in some strange realm of madness. Closing his eyes tightly in order to avoid staring into what he could only consider to be the realm of daemons itself in its rawest form, he tried to keep his breathing level and calm so as to appear calm to those around him while listening to the two 'knights' discuss where they were going and what was likely to happen when they got there. He would make his judgements when he got there and had a better personal grasp of the situation.

It was only when he heard the discussion behind him about how Amelie had a arrived and why she suspected that she was here... as well as the 'backlash' of her magic. While he still kept his eyes closed in order to avoid staring into madness itself, Fortune felt the need to speak up a little. It was a gamble reveling what he had dedicated, but he strongly felt the need to get his allies at least on par with him. "The reason you are having difficulty with your magic is because we are not in the physical world. From what I have seen and from what I've heard, we are currently the 'guests' of a daemon... or at the very least a powerful sorcerer. Either way, we seem to be trapped in their own personal realm..."

@Terminal

Kael turned to the girl who'd asked him the question and the friendly knight. "From what I've been taught, I get a very different idea of being within the Ethereal Realm imprisoned by demons than this. I got here via dimensional magic too, but that was supposed to be my mentor giving me a practical demonstration of it...granted, he doesn't always tell me everything, but this seems very different from the expectation. Also..." He takes out the little item that was supposed to take him here and send him back, now without power. "...my ticket back doesn't work, which I don't think was part of the plan." He thought for a moment about the idea of being in the Ethereal Realm for a moment longer. It certainly wasn't that, but something was certainly freaky about this place, and not just the enormous presence watching them from somewhere.

On a completely different matter, she was very uncomfortable with not knowing if she could trust her magic, so she was going to try to create an orb, or anything, just a decimeter in diameter if she could right in front of her.

@PlatinumSkink
For the briefest and most infinitesimal of moments, Amelie thought she might have managed to create something. Of course, as her magic had just rebounded on her moments before and as the entire group was careening through a mysterious structure at high speed, if she had made anything it instantly collided with the walls of the strange vessel of force the knights had called a slug - though normally Amelie might well have been able to keep a redirection orb in place relative to herself, the curious nature of this place plus her condition were both obviously creating problems.

"Hey, do you feel that?" Hiecro gestured at the male pavise knight, a frown visible through her now only faintly stained visor.

The knight paused for a moment, glancing to the side and looking down as he focused. "...Yeah." He said finally. "I think we're wobbling. The slug, that is."

@mdk
Luca could feel as much as well. His internal gyroscopics were telling him that the spherical well of force they were riding in had been, up until a moment ago, proceeding along a precise, curving trajectory, but the invisible platform they were all standing upon was remaining relatively stationary. Now though, there was a faint sort of oscillation present in the sphere's motion. As if something had pressed upon it, making it pinwheel as it rolled along its track. The wobbling itself did not seem to be intensifying, but it was odd how abruptly it had started.

"That's...not supposed to happen?" Hiecro asked, a look of apprehension on her face. The male pavise knight shrugged.

"I don't know the exact numbers, but the occurrence is supposed to be astronomically rare." He saw the look on Hiecro's face. "Also harmless. Er. Not an issue." He assuaged with a placating gesture. "The corridor is keeping our relative motion contained. If it had happened outside it might have been a problem, but the only thing that's different is that the external walls are probably spinning while the interior walls aren't."

As the last word left his mouth, the slug shot out of the corridor and back into space. The latticework of metallic channels and trenches quickly losing cohesion and disintegrating as space collapsed upon itself behind them. Out of the blue, everyone within the slug was come upon by a sensation of weightlessness - followed by the sensation of the invisible surface they were standing on vanishing, leaving them without any support.

"Uh." The male pavise knight said as he floated in place, his eyes widening in fear. "That's not-"

He let go of his pavise - either out of confusion or terror. It drifted placidly across the length of the slug's interior a ways, before making contact with the invisible walls that were presumably in place, keeping the passengers protected from the vacuum outside. The pavise hit something unseen - and immediately began to pinwheel end-over-end at such a high speed the eye could not follow it, save for Luca's - and he determined that the pavise had a speed of well over a thousand RPM. The pavise wildly spun away from the wall before turning in some odd parabolic arc, hitting the side of the invisible wall again and suddenly flattening against it - and began to orbit the group, adhered to the unseen walls of the slug by centrifugal force as it orbited around so quickly that its passage was leaving behind optical after-images, leaving nine slowly spinning and disintegrating depictions of the shield, the emblem displaying the scales slowly flaking away - the angelic being's wings being plucked off before its whole body eroded, leaving only the shackled, damned figures writhing as one as the sole surviving feature as the shield's curved frame crumpled and flattened itself from the force.

@Bright_Ops@Cruallassar@Doc Doctor@Holmishire@WiseDragonGirl
"Nobody move!" Hiecro cried out, her voice torn but her movement utterly still as she lay suspended in space. "Nobody has any more or less velocity than the slug right now! Just stay still and we'll all land safely..."

Below, the singularity that had been New Nemea reappeared, and the details of the stretched out horizon began to coalescence around the small dot as a disc-like aura as the slug approached. Behind them, the massive, double-helix structure began to fade away, just a few lines of color against the void of space and stars.

@Terminal

Kael very much does NOT move, as ordered. Moving seems, in fact, like an impressively bad idea by every definition of the words under the circumstances...traveling at high speeds high above the ground with what is now essentially a spinning death blade only a few feet away traveling with them. He also keeps a very tight grasp on everything he is carrying...more travel hazards are undesirable.

‘Thank you.’ Amelie said to Ariett about the hoodie, nodding to her thankfully. She then listened to Fortune’s words and to the archers. Kael had gotten here during his teacher’s demonstration, but couldn’t get back. Was it but a coincidence that he ended up in the exact same limo that Penny had put Amelie in? Or had the dimensional pathways hit each other somehow? … Then it was definitely Amelie that knocked into Kael, in that eventuality, which might also explain why he can’t get back. Amelie mentally apologized about that. She considered what Fortune had said. After all, he was from this world… right? … So his words held weight. Not in the physical world, how was that even possible? Guests of a daemon, or a powerful sorcerer? She noted “sorcerer”, not “magician”, which they’d be called in her world. Meaning supernatural, even to her. Hm. Either case, she wanted to practice her magic, see if she could get it working.

She focused on forming a small orb, and just when she thought she succeeded and a bit of a bright happy smile formed, the orb vanished, going flying into the edge at a speed faster than anyone not linked to the orb by magic could realize.

Um. Ops.

Amelie’s magic was usually rooted to the relative speed of the environment. Anything else would be stupid in a universe where all planets move. This meaning it would normally be rooted relative to the ground, but if it had been created inside an airplane then it’d be rooted to the environment of the airplane. As such, she had naturally assumed the environment in here would have been inside the “slug” and that her orb would have stayed there.

Turns out, it didn’t.

The girl blinked a little, noting the wobbling and what happened after. Um. Whoops. Amelie’s smile vanished and she grew somewhat pale. She sat still in place, putting her tag back in her pocket. She looked around, wide-eyed, hoping mentally she hadn’t accidentally killed them all… and if not that, she hoped they wouldn’t figure out the cause. Because if they did, protecting her life would become all that much harder. And just as the man calmed her fears by saying they weren’t in danger, they shot out elsewhere. … Why did he let go of his shield!?

Weightlessness was a considerable problem. Any single movement could be amplified with enough force to career a person slowly but surely into certain doom. Aware of this, Amelie did her best to not move in the slightest, her eyes staring out at what she could from the shield breaking up and spinning quickly, though with a blurry vision she could barely see what was going on, even though she could figure it out.

She prayed inside her head for everyone’s safety. … Because if something happened now, it would be mostly her fault.