You think you might cross over, caught between the devil and the deep blue sea...
Some time in the late afternoon, just before dark, a rift flashes into existence over a decimated street in downtown Chicago. Water comes pouring through, shooting out like a high-pressure stream--and with it comes a young Japanese woman in a suit and long white trench.
She slams against the ground and rolls, her glasses flying off. By the time she stops herself, she has her gun out and it pointing it at--
Nothing.
What--
Misaki chokes and starts coughing, her vision somehow warped. Everything is way too bright, way too close, way too sharp.
"Hit my head," she mumbles. She speaks in Japanese.
She struggles to her feet, using her wrist to hold her other arm against her side. The bolts of pain shooting up to her shoulder probably mean the arm is broken. She's still holding her gun.
...This is not Sapporo. For one thing, the remaining signs she can see scattered in the rubble are English. She looks up at the churning circle in the air just in time to see the water stop. She runs back toward the spot.
"No!" The hole vanishes with another flash. It's long gone before she's even close, and Misaki is left staring at empty air with a pained, helpless expression. "Izanagi...?"
She slams against the ground and rolls, her glasses flying off. By the time she stops herself, she has her gun out and it pointing it at--
Nothing.
What--
Misaki chokes and starts coughing, her vision somehow warped. Everything is way too bright, way too close, way too sharp.
"Hit my head," she mumbles. She speaks in Japanese.
She struggles to her feet, using her wrist to hold her other arm against her side. The bolts of pain shooting up to her shoulder probably mean the arm is broken. She's still holding her gun.
...This is not Sapporo. For one thing, the remaining signs she can see scattered in the rubble are English. She looks up at the churning circle in the air just in time to see the water stop. She runs back toward the spot.
"No!" The hole vanishes with another flash. It's long gone before she's even close, and Misaki is left staring at empty air with a pained, helpless expression. "Izanagi...?"