[color=ded0a4]‘Thank you.’[/color] 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.