[b][u]The Void[/u][/b]

Gervasius pushed his way through a realm of unending darkness, a deep twilight whose only form of illumination were the thinnest of threads. Timelines, stretching out into the abyss, undulating and waving as events churned within them. 

Histories in the making. 

One of which was currently under threat from the kingdom of Aevum.

Weaving this way and that, he oriented himself towards the proper chronological line, and was about to enter it when something stopped him. Not a whim or change of mind, but a force, and a powerful one at that. One that made his teeth feel like they were going to crawl out of his skull if he stayed here for much longer. Turning away, he tried to flee, only to have the force pull him sideways through the abyss and towards a destination unknown...
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[b][u]New York, 2016[/u][/b]

Col inhaled sharply, sitting bolt upright on what felt like solid ground, but colder. Almost as though it had been covered in frost. Had that force, whatever it was, sent him to another timeline? Possibly. If his surroundings were anything to go by, it seemed to be one vastly different from his own, or at least the local group he was accustomed to. The sounds of a bustling city flooded his ears, though they were unlike those of any city he had ever been in. Rather than the wooden rattle of carts in the streets, there was a loud scrapping whoosh instead, an odd sound that mixed cacophonously with the blaring of horns and rumbles of earth. Rising to his feet with a slight shake of the head, Gervasius paused for a moment to let the dull ringing in his head stop, before attempting to enact a voidal shift, only to find his surroundings unchanged.

[I]"Note to self, powers nullified,"[/I] he muttered. [I]"Full extent unknown. Best to be cautious until such information can be verified."[/I]

Gritting his teeth, he does a quick check for potential injury. Finding himself bereft of any serious wounds, save for some light bruising and soreness, Gervasius made his way out of the alley and into the city proper. Keeping well away from the main roads, which were filled with metallic instruments of all shapes and sizes, he begins a cautious exploration of his environs. Gervasius, however, was naught more than an hour into his trek when the sounds of destruction and chaos lighted upon his ears. Drawing his sword and assuming an adaptive stance, he looks about for the source of the disturbance, his eyes finally falling upon the rampaging form of Kassandra, who moved about the crowded streets in a blur. 

Edging closer, he watches her warily.