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Ciri

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date | July 12th, Y108
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It was the best of times, it was the worst of times, it was every time at the same time... which wasn't supposed to happen. Because something had evidently gone wrong.

A quick leap from the Vales to Elysium was all it should have been, an act of simple transit Ciri must've repeated upwards of a thousand times by now. Granted, she may have gotten increasingly cavalier about her elder gifts ever since her liberation from the Wild Hunt's shadow. That was the trouble with no consequences (at least no further consequences, that she could tell) from being reckless. She used to take it so much more slowly, with a cautioned look behind her shoulder, with Avallac'h's guidance and warning, and with her own self-suffocating restraint.

Well, no more of those! Perhaps it was a miracle for her to have lasted as long as she had. She still didn't regret it. How could she have known a rift would suddenly erupt in what should have been the instantaneous space between worlds? Was that what had happened? There were flashes of condensed landscapes zooming before her eyes, all within the span of a single instant within a torrent she'd only barely registered before. Aside from that befuddling thing, there was no discernable way of telling what went wrong at all.

One second she was in the Harbor, and in the next, a bewildering force was ejecting her screaming out into the bright bluish haze of an opposite end of who-knows-where.

She landed face-first into a mount of... snow (?), her lower half sticking out inelegantly as her arms flailed to regain their bearings.

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Tears had been popping up all over Pandora today. Just like yesterday, and the day before, and the day before that when they'd just began when a certain arrival had come to occupy space in the world. Of course, they weren't any more peculiar to anyone outside of the 'normal'. Fuzzy, static ghosts of pasts living once again, alternate Ark Cities popping up like sneak peeks in the real Ark City, the flow of time and space being disrupted where ever a stitch in it's fabric had come undone.

...And just like she'd grown used to in the weeks and had done often in the years she'd grown up in that larger than life tower, Elizabeth found herself once again busting open the latch on the world's wardrobe door and seeing what other fabrics could be found. Once she'd had her things fixed in Cascade Bay, as one opened itself up right in front of her, she found herself leaping in to see a whole world removed entirely from the effects of the Vales-- spiritually, physically, and... weather-y...

It was cold. Much colder than the welcoming sea of the Bay, her arms curling around her chest to keep herself warm as she chastised herself for not asking for a jacket from the tailor. That was the drastic drawback of the ability. Once you go in, you can't go back out the same way. ...You might not even come back to the right place at all, really.

Elizabeth spent what seemed to be the last half hour, wandering the length of the world at her call under it's blue skies and Autumnal chill. She'd never pulled herself so far out of one reality, there was one that looked completely different. Timeframe, perhaps, but never space itself. She thought about the potential placement of the world-- let's call it... something. Cold Pandora? ...Winter Wonderland? The Hyacinthocaelum Spiral? William James called it the 'multiverse', but there's nothing interesting or scientific about it worth reading if it didn't sound even cooler than that. Elizabeth was going to go with 'Paul' for now, until either something more apt was to come along or the name made her stop smiling.

After walking a mile, near endless, through the snowbanks, a fuzzy static of all too familiar glitching popped up at the very top of the larger hill as she'd already began stomping up through the softened powder to its' top as she praised whatever Einsteinian deity gave her the way out. With hands outstretched, ready to move to tear things right open, she began to see through into the life that led beyond its' gateway. Smells of beautiful prepared street foods, music, fireworks ready to be blasted-- and green fog. ...Or was it smoke? Or entirely just light? Or-- a woman?

She'd come flying out of the portal-- or rather, as Elizabeth failed to notice in the heat of the moment-- just before it, sending her tumbling into the bank just beyond her grasp as the shock caused Elizabeth herself to tumble backwards down the hill, sliding down with a smooth pathway to mark her tracks with a loud, surprised "Ahh!!" as the tear closed and vanished.

Laying backwards, staring up at the sky, and taking an all too long pause to respond as she meant to gather herself, she started to call out to the specter of a realitymate with concern. "Are you okay?" She inquired, though realizing a much more important question to ask if she was going to be trapped with this person. "...Am I gonna be okay if I come up there?"

 
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After her cry of dismay, the next sounds Ciri made were composed chiefly of unintelligible, muffled grunts through the snow. That was when someone else's yelling had all her tendons and ligaments stiffening. With some determination, she managed to peel herself away from the snowbank and situate herself on her knees. Her head raised, a hand sweeping some of the dust flakes off her pale hair and shoulders. Her large green eyes gravitated to the person-sized welt downhill, and finally the person who'd carved it, with an owlish blink.

The girl seemed young and harmless, but she'd learned long ago that looking harmless didn't mean much of anything. Maybe her instinct wouldn't lead her astray just this once, where at least one thing was for certain: neither of them were dressed for the weather.

Ciri shut off her thought process before it threatened to dwell too long on Ithlinne's Prophecy. The past was the past was the past, and this must be something new. "Well, that depends on who or what you are!" she called below, daring to be impish despite the occasion. If she didn't make light of the situation, the next stops would've been fear and uncertainty—and Ciri didn't want to deal with those.

Rubbing her hands together and seeking warmth in the friction now, she pulled herself higher to her feet and ventured to scale down the lower banks, her boots leaving deep imprints with each step. "...Are you okay?" she echoed back eventually, dark brows scrunching together. "And would you happen to know where all this is?"

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Elizabeth continued to just lay at the very bottom of the bank, her back to the ground as she kept trying to look up at the pair of wiggling legs a number of feet higher than her in the hill-- her own energy to get up rather shot from the shock of her sudden descension, making no movements to get up until the other girl had managed to free herself and reveal the face that Elizabeth had only managed to catch a glimpse of.

Her hair was as white as the snow that flaked it, Liz's own eyes practically finding it impossible to distinguish between the two-- and with the leather of her get-up, it seemed that she was even worse off than the budding young time-traveler herself. Admittedly, though, the other had a mark of intimidation in her inflection and appearance that made the young, nerdy girl a twinge of hesitancy. This girl was like a wolf that sat in the snow, while Elizabeth was more akin to... a bunny rabbit, hiding in a hole.

Her hands immediately shot up when she received an answer, a roundabout way of asking who she was. "I'm-- I'm just a girl-- a person--!" She stumbled over her words, as she often did in nerve-wracking situations like witnessing her first gunfight or talking to pretty people or... being alone in an alternate plane of existence with a girl whose best companion at the moment was a sword. Her lips pressed together, sour at how she lost her composure so quickly and gathering herself to answer properly. "I'm Elizabeth."

As the snow-haired knight began to follow the smooth path down the hill, Elizabeth slowly began to uproot herself and dig her boot's heels into the firmer parts of the compressed flakes of winter wonder-- a better look at the other as the distance closed between them. ...Maybe she'd be stumbling over her words for reasons more than just fear, she thought. Life wasn't fair like that. "I'm-- I'm okay, yeah." Elizabeth clutched her arm, rubbing it hesitantly as she looked around the horizon to figure out something akin to a right answer. "I... I don't, no."

She thought about trying to explain everything she knew thus far with a brief history of quantum bridging and alternate planes of existence-- but she didn't have her notepad, nor did her companion for the evening seem like the very interested type. Better to keep it simple. "I opened a portal here on accident. A rift in space-time, to be more exact," she kept her eyes on the horizon, a single lantern hanging from a stick in the middle of what seemed to be stone just a distance away. The light was unlike any fire she'd seen-- it didn't flicker, or move with wind. It was constant, unmoving-- it existed against all other odds. Perhaps, a starting clue? "I've been looking for a way out for a... while now."

 
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There was a moment where something threw a wrench into the easy confidence of Ciri's descent. That something was the discovery that Ms. 'I'm Just A Girl-Person' had the most startlingly large, blue eyes, especially ones that were so easy to get lost in for days (or until either of them froze to death), that she'd seen all... year? Was that an appropriate time frame? She was also sure that if she opened her internal encyclopedia to the entry on doe-eyed damsel loveliness at that very moment, that face would be right smack in it.

After stopping an arm's length away in front of what must have been the only living soul for miles, she blinked several more times in rapid succession, after her own face had been caught in the briefest of dazes that could've been easily explained by their most troubling situation at hand.

"You... opened a rift in space-time," she echoed slowly, thoughts shifting back to the freak-interference that uprooted her from her own jump. "Like a sorceress?" Though the sorceresses she'd known weren't quite capable of that sort of feat, she had long acknowledged that she resided in a space with endless possibilities. So maybe that explained it. And maybe they were both lucky that she was past the age of holding grudges for petty grievance, especially not when it came to pretty girls, no sir.

And if that was the cause, then she needn't have to worry that something may have gone inherently wrong with her own trick of transportation. Brightening somewhat at the possible, hopeful implications, she clapped her hands together. "Luckily, I've a solution for both of us! I would only need you to... not do that again, and a broad description of where you're from." If they were lucky enough, she'd recognize the location, and they could both be swiftly on their way one after the other. Or stick around in a warmer place, even. Just none of this threat of hypothermia, please. "City or town name would do."

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The girl's green eyes were like pearlescent gems hidden behind a glazed gaze that turned into confusion, with a scar that turned the mesmerized gaze she had into one that appeared rather skeptical to Elizabeth and bringing about slightly more fear. But even with it, she had to admit, there was at least a wild allure to her that made her not want to run away so readily like she once did the man who broke her free of the tower.

"A sorceress--" Elizabeth repeated in an audible mumble out of her own confusion at the girl's wording. "No, no, it's not magic," She held her hands up suddenly, thumbs and index fingers extended to form an opened box shape as she began to explain the best she could, index fingers connecting and disconnecting rapidly. "It's-- quantum science. The world is like a basin, where we all get collected. But by disconnecting the atomic structure of space at a molecular level, you can open up the barriers to a parallel version of the world-- or new worlds. They're all technically new in some way or another. I've been working on an active theory for it from this book I saw-- {C-cosmo} + {C-astro} + {C-life} + {C-complex life}, if C equals Carbon."

...When the snow-haired young woman mentioned home, however, Elizabeth took a hesitant step back to create distance between the two again. Home. The girl didn't look like anyone she'd ever seen out of Columbia-- no one carried swords anymore, except those crow fanatics with the coffins on their backs. But she couldn't be too certain. ...Maybe she'd be able to lie-- maybe, if she was just misguided-- the girl would take her just about anywhere. "...Paris."

Elizabeth said it with confidence. Power-- force, excitement, willingness. It was what she'd wanted this whole time, and the eve was likely now upon her. "Large steel tower, beautiful language of love, poetry, accordion music, photos of cafes and shops lining the street-- Paris!"

Paris.

 
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Quantum science was a term Ciri heard only in passing either in one of the worlds she'd passed through without looking back—or in Pandora. It frankly wasn't much distinguishable from magic for her, but the brunette had described it with such an energy (with potential adjectives somewhere between endearing and captivating) that made her want to properly listen, green eyes unblinking and flecks of snow dancing past them. In the middle of a winter wasteland.

... Yes, some other time and place was definitely preferable for asking questions about this C+C+C+C.

Ciri snapped her fingers together at a description she could actually use. "I'll take it!" ... Was there a Paris in Pandora? Oof, she didn't really know. Worst case scenario she could default back to Harbor Town which had its own array of cafes and shops and... some kind of ambient music. Depending on the day of the week.

"Err, excuse me," she forewarned vaguely, with perhaps a touch more sheepishness than her usual manner, before clapping her hands lightly on both of the girl's upper arms. In a bright rush of light, they were whisked away by powers yet to be understood with the frozen world left behind.

And deposited on a cobbled sidewalk, a bicycle with chiming bells whirling past them. Detaching herself from her passenger, she looked up and about at the surrounding buildings with an eye of scrutiny, wondering if she had actually gotten it right with as sparse information as that. Steel tower—check. Accordion music in the middle distance—check. The delicious aroma of fresh bread baguettes wafting out from the nearby baker's... check?

She was vaguely nearly satisfied with herself, until her view fell properly on the... actual people around them.

"Maman, maman! Why are those silly girls standing on their feet?"

Ah, yes. They were all walking on handstands, upside-down faces eyeing up at them with judgment as they passed by. (And that previous bicycle, of course, was being ridden backwards beyond her notice.)

"Oh, they must be animateurs de rue."

Along that note, someone tossed some coins their way with their toes.

Ciri dragged her hands through her hair, not noticing the faint shimmer above the clouds indicating that they still hadn't quite managed to escape the hold of the prior dimension. "What?!"

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Elizabeth could hardly even hold back an excited grin as she'd finally seemed to get her dreams to come true to her, at the power and charity of the nicest person she could have met in any substantial means in Pandora. Dare she say, this girl had the potential to be her first real friend-- at least, her own age. Booker was nice, but there were some things that she found herself failing to relate to him with. He was a lot more... father figure like than friend like.

Her fists balled as she raised her arms close to her chest in a gesture of excitement, radiating with animated energy. She didn't even notice Ciri reaching out to clasp her by her biceps until a sudden and quick "Ooh!" escaped her like a surprised rabbit running from its hole, and her face reddening a bit at the embarrassment of making such a sound. But just as quick, their scenery changed drastically from the captivating (and albeit cold) winter wonders of whatever universe they met in down to the topsy-turvy cobblestone streets that she hardly noticed was off as all she desired seemed to click together right before her eyes.

Beautiful music drifted through the air like a romantic evening's ambiance, intermixing with the smell of freshly baked loaves that rested in racks near shop windows. Elizabeth spun around in circles trying to take in the whole scene at one time, a loud and enthralled chuckle escaping her. "Oh my god, you-- you did it! You actually did it!" She exclaimed, prancing around in jubilant swirls until she settled to stare at the girl who made it possible. She hardly even knew her, let alone even knowing the girl's name, but she had so much to thank her for. "You have no idea how long I've been waiting for this-- it's been my life's dream, and I'm... I'm...!"

Before she could continue the thought, the feeling of a coin jabbing her in the back of her head broke her from her stirring and brought her crashing back into the reality before her. She fell silent, taking in the complete sight of the flip-flopped anatomy of the citizens of the Upside Down Paris they seemed to inhabit as she rubbed the back of her skull tenderly. "...So... confused.."

Her eyes focused skyward, noticing the same skylocked haze beyond the clouds that kept similarities between where they were and where they entered. Thoughts and ideas entered Elizabeth's head, turning quickly into theories and hypotheses as she thought. ...Perhaps, they didn't swap-- or rather, they simply just changed places. "--I think the dream's dead now-- you have any other ideas?"

 
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One hand lingering on the back of her head, she spun around in a slow and singular circle to let the details of their curious new surroundings... properly... sink in. No... no, this wasn't right at all. They'd hardly escaped at all. Her companion's transformation from jubilation to utter resignation resonated with Ciri's own arc from tentative satisfaction to a what-the-ever-ploughing-fuck.

"At least we're not freezing to death," she provided, clearing her throat as she planted her hands on her hips. The stance was softened by a self aware, slightly apologetic smile rising to the corners of her lips. There was a sheepishness, too; she wasn't accustomed to being embarrassed by her power failing, because even if and when it did fail in the past she never had a reason to care. She also usually didn't have the subconscious urge to impress a pretty girl, but what could be done about those subconscious urges anyway?

A sigh puffing out of her lips, she hung her head and let her arms slump back down by her sides. "Trying again's all I got, but I'd hate to miss—again!" The fact that there likely was no such thing as a Paris in Pandora (proper) had something to do with it, but in lieu of Paris she had tried to default them back to the Bay. And yet they ended up here regardless. Troubling, most troubling. "How often do you open portals on accident, by the way?" she inquired, lifting a brow. Could always be... another option.

Meanwhile, another hand-footed child gasped and another exasperated upside-down parent chucked a few more coins in their direction.

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