...I'm dicing with destruction.
A rift opens up in Millenium Park, and out tumbles a petite, dark-haired, darkly beautiful woman. She hits the ground on hands and knees and then falls to one side, panting. Her hair is disheveled, her clothes marked here and there with streaks of soot or tears in the fabric. (The clothes are also a couple of sizes too large for her, for anyone who's got a good eye for that sort of thing.)
She sits up, pushes her hair out of her face, and takes stock of her surroundings.
Then she promptly turns to one side and vomits onto the ground.
She lets herself fall backward, eyes closed, one hand on her forehead. She shouldn't be this ill, certainly… The time bomb did its work in an admirable fashion, she can feel that. She felt herself snapped into a rift of some fashion but even that mode of travel shouldn't induce this much nausea and confusion. Something's wrong. Something's happened.
She dares to open her eyes. The glint of metal shines just to the right of her field of vision and she turns her head, looking up. It's "the bean"-the "Cloud Gate" sculpture. She can sort of see her reflection in it, from afar.
What she sees makes her sit up again, and then get to her feet unsteadily. She approaches the polished metal surface of the sculpture, staring. One hand goes up to her face as if confirming what her eyes perceive.
And then The Rani lets loose with a string of incomprehensible invectives in a language nearly as dead as its native speakers.
That explains the confusion, mild amnesia, and nausea.
Regeneration sickness.
Well. This is bloody inconvenient, isn't it?
She sits up, pushes her hair out of her face, and takes stock of her surroundings.
Then she promptly turns to one side and vomits onto the ground.
She lets herself fall backward, eyes closed, one hand on her forehead. She shouldn't be this ill, certainly… The time bomb did its work in an admirable fashion, she can feel that. She felt herself snapped into a rift of some fashion but even that mode of travel shouldn't induce this much nausea and confusion. Something's wrong. Something's happened.
She dares to open her eyes. The glint of metal shines just to the right of her field of vision and she turns her head, looking up. It's "the bean"-the "Cloud Gate" sculpture. She can sort of see her reflection in it, from afar.
What she sees makes her sit up again, and then get to her feet unsteadily. She approaches the polished metal surface of the sculpture, staring. One hand goes up to her face as if confirming what her eyes perceive.
And then The Rani lets loose with a string of incomprehensible invectives in a language nearly as dead as its native speakers.
That explains the confusion, mild amnesia, and nausea.
Regeneration sickness.
Well. This is bloody inconvenient, isn't it?