[i]She fluttered along the breeze, drifting as weightlessly as a leaf as the world spun below. Her arms tingled, her legs were numb. Fragments of glass glinted in her peripheral vision, and some part of her dully recognized that the shards not spinning with deadly grace through the air must have been stuck in something. Fire glinted in their depths. Widened eyes stared back, her own, reflected precisely as time slowed to a crawl. She couldn't tell if she was descending, she could only spin into a greater haze of disorientation. A passenger to that morbid carnival, the scent of burning diesel and molten rubber blotted out her senses. There was a splash and something wet hit the ground, no consistency to its demise, no resistance against the pavement.

Falling, she could feel it then. The overcast firmament above boiled away, dissolving into the clear indigo of a true sky. The stench of death was washed clean, and the ringing that haunted her ears faded away. A soft voice took their place, a tempest of whispers telling her things. Twintania? Legendary Heroes? Her mind recoiled at the words, a faint, internal growl rising over the pretty voice speaking to her. Conscious thought did not come so easily yet, she tiptoed through her mind, placidly accepting the things she was told until one realization brought with it sobriety. 

[b]"Wait... God? God? Hold up..."[/b] The light began to fade away. Her sole guidepost became that dreadful feeling, the natural nervousness brought on by falling, falling...
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[center][b][color=ed1c24]Fallen.[/color][/b][/center]

A dreary mess was strewn out across the homely green of The Glade. The shape of a body, lying flat on its face and adorned with the rotted spoils of much scavenging, rested face down in the grass. Limbs spread in every direction, as flat to the ground as one could get. [i]That's not quite right.[/i] The creature stirred, gloved hands grasping troughs in the dirt as newly invigorated limbs shriveled towards the body, worming beneath it to prop the disheveled figure up. She drew her legs under herself, raising to all fours in the dirt as rattling bits of armor and jacket descended around her crouched form. A shock of ragged black hair fell into her view. [i]Now that's not right at all.[/i] 

She teetered unsteadily as she took a hand off the dirt and snapped it right to her chest, clutching into leather and scale mail uncertainly through the thick gloves she felt herself wearing. Trembling digits worked upwards over the shape of the unfamiliar frame they felt, freezing with terror as they happened upon the grit of stubble. 

[color=f7976a]"Porca troia, what is this!?"[/color] A voice with a clear default setting of gravely bass squeaked nervously as the texture shocked her to speech. Opening her mouth was a mistake. Drawing that first breath welcomed in an entirely new world. Irene lurched forward, choking, almost retching on her new sense of smell. The acidity of soil and grass, and a floral tint from the surroundings poured onto her. Old stone, cured leather, treated metal. Scents she couldn't identify by instinct crept in, things that she quickly surmised belonged to the other strangers strewn out over the grass in similar fashion. One scent over all grated her the most though, a nagging question that persisted even after taking in the sights around her. What smelled like wet dog? [i]... Oh God[/i]. She raised her wrist, sniffing lightly at the cuff of her coat. [i]Yeah.[/i] [i]Focus on other things.[/i] Now was not the time to start screaming "What day is it?" to the locals. [i]Act natural.[/i]

Armor plates grated in her ears. Gray, bagged eyes tracked to the sight of the knightly looking one waltzing over to the female bundled up in green. [i]Are those elf ears?[/i] They both looked straight out of a fantasy. She cast her eyes sideways over the rest. Some kind of overgrown lizard was resting on the ground in the way she imagined all of them had found themselves here. An honest to goodness clown splashed a great deal of red onto the scene. Her gaze drifted down, halfway expecting to see balloon-nosed squeaky shoes only to flutter back up, alarmed. Wasn't there something different about those stripes? It was best not to think. There was a waifish looking girl, the sheer amount of black and white contrast coming from her made Irene's new eyes uncomfortable, even if there was a ghostly sort of majesty about them. Then there was... a third little girl, this one crafted in more earthly colors, and seemingly crushed beneath a set of gigantic arms? Closer inspection revealed them to be floating unnaturally in the air. The two standing, talking, looked a lot more at home here than the rest of them did. For now, she had to covertly glean what could from the other apparent outsiders.

She heaved herself to her feet, rocking on her heels as an unexpected strength powered the action. She felt so light as she moved, muscles responding with a readiness to action that she had never felt as a student with a cushy life. The interrupted words of the Goddess still echoed in her head, somewhat. Already her mind felt fuzzy recalling some of the details, as if the years were prying away the memory with every breath she took. She only needed to understand two things. They were going South, and they were not safe. [i]Step 1: Talk. Step 2: Leave.[/i] A confidence she did not feel at all guided her as she took steps towards the others, walking between the awakening forms of the rest of their fubar Fellowship. That bit about legends and heroes didn't really resonate while looking at children. 

[color=f7976a]"Are you..."[/color] Her voice felt like rocks in her mouth. Sounded a little like it too, something that would take getting used to. [color=f7976a]"Alright, little miss?"[/color] The looming, cloaked hobo offered a rusted hand down to the closest Fellowship member, the smallest of their small children currently beset by a gigantic set of bronzed arms.