Night 57: Grand Ballroom

[ninelivesonce]

Taura jogged down the stairs, and looked around. The room seemed far too large to belong down here. More benefits of being at the bottom of a gravity well -- space was cheap, and air was free. The fountains wouldn't be out of place in a fancy hotel lobby, though the rest of the decor was a little macabre

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[witchdetective]

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By now, Erika had gotten used to that rush of wind and vertigo that swallowed her up every time Sync used that ring, but she could never really prepare herself for the drop afterwords. It was like riding a roller coaster or a broken elevator, she supposed, and the human body never really appreciated having the floor give way from under you and gravity taking it's hold. However, she had used the ring enough times to figure out how she was going to land without hurting herself. Erika made sure to pivot her body so that her landing would be cushioned and let her mouth twist into a satisfied sneer when her calculations met their mark and Sync's body conveniently cushioned her fall

[falseblack]

Increase in bodies seemed to mean a more disorienting ride, like the loss of artificial gravity in the dead of space. When he compared ring usage and past experience, Nigredo predicted the greater fall, and when everything came to a sudden drop, he released his hand and pushed away from the group. The last thing the child wanted was to land on his legs and burst open his stitches, and without room to maneuver, he would do exactly that. Would break his promise to Albedo to keep from further harm

[affictitious]

There were two things about this newest ride that were, on and off, disheartening.

1. They hadn't landed in a lake. It was much worse than that. At least lakes were relative. You knew where you were with a lake. There were big, geographical markers to give you enough information to make a reasonable assumption about being in the same general area. Ballrooms? Vague. Vague as hell.

2. He was apparently the only one who lacked the grace (harr harr, angel humor) to pull off a gymnastic move in order to avoid landing on his face. You would have normally thought that landing on both feet after being sucked into a portal would've been impressive, but noo. All those years of flying didn't involve round-offs or cartwheels or whatever the kids were doing these days.

Whatever. He could shrug off vertigo rather expertly. What kind of angel would he be if he got motion sickness?

At the very least, he'd learned a few interesting tidbits. Even if it was all getting a little Lord of the Flies for him, it was easier to hang back and notice things

[ran_on_empty]

The fact that he was often the host that transported whoever accompanied him, Sync knew that that his fate would often reside on the bottom of the body pile. The rush of vertigo came and went, which gave him a few precious seconds to brace himself for the fall. Yet before he could pull in his own show of acrobatics, the God-General was stopped when he felt someone above him crash down on top of him, stumbling forward as soon as he landed before falling over.

Pain immediately crawled up his back, and his glare had the potency to kill if that were even possible. He could almost feel the smirk of satisfaction on Erika's face for her minute accomplishment. She was lucky; if he was injured then she really would be on her own with her bag of garbage

[witchdetective]

"Ow." Perhaps it was the fact that Erika knew that Sync knew that her landing on him wasn't accidental this time that kept her from saying anymore, though the annoyed look on her face as she rubbed her head was probably enough for the time being, but at least Sync didn't waste time. After he reformed the jewel, Erika took into account where Boy #1 and Noah were, and clapped her hands together to get everyone's attention once she saw no one was limping or suffered a concussion