After having
apologized to her sister, Hope finally got a bit of a line on Strife's location. Going on that and not much else, she grabbed Ate and
made for the source.
And they bounced.
Hope had never been bounced away from somewhere. If she'd had a minute to think about it, she'd have asked 'Te if this is what it had felt like all those times she'd tried to make it back into Olympus before Zeus had been out. But she didn't. Instead, she felt her body pound against a shield, and go sailing back, back, back, into the middle of the Caribbean sea. There wasn't even time to scream before she was plunged into the water with a gurgle.
Hope hadn't really considered how fortunate it was that goddesses didn't actually have to breathe before that moment.
It didn't take much for her to shoot herself back up to the surface, at which point she pushed her sodden hair out of her eyes and started calling for her sister, before she'd even had a chance to get her bearings or her breath back.
"'Te! Yo, 'Te! Talk to me..."
Goddamn, that had hurt. It didn't feel like there was any severe damage, but slapping against the shield at the speed of teleportation and then slapping against the surface of the water at like, a hundred miles an hour was -not- cute, even for somebody with a divine constitution.
She felt around, and it was definite that Ate was around here somewhere, and really close. Hope just wasn't clear on exactly where yet.