Persephone had, in the interests of taking the gods at their word, not gone into this distortion alone. Not that they had told her to bring a friend. They'd just told her it was dangerous to go in Kolokifi's domain. Going into a distortion is probably even more so.
She grips his hand tight as she steps through and looks around.
"It's so hot."
Persephone floats up to touch a leaf, hissing when it tries to stick and twist around her fingers and hand. Well fine then. She shakes her hand out as if she was just snapped at by a dog rather than attempted kidnapping. Turning away from the plant, she digs out the equalizer and tries to start it up without actually having to set it on the ground.
"Be careful, it's all alive. Well, more alive, the moving sort of alive--" The words stop as Persephone goes still at the sound of feminine laughter, turning in a slow circle. Then she looks at Zetta uneasily.
"You heard that right?"
B. No Sanctuary
Persephone jerks awake to the feeling of a hand on her throat. For a long moment, she's frozen, out of her body, out of her mind. This isn't happening at all, is it? It's a bad dream. It's not happening. Then her lungs start to burn and she snaps back to herself. She kicks out, up, anywhere, heedless of who might be on top of her. Is it a shade, is it Apollo, is it someone else entirely? It doesn't matter. Vines sprout through the whole tent, wrapping around her assailant, tugging them off, until she can breathe again.
One breath, then two, then a scream as another person enters the tent. She doesn't want to hurt anyone, she doesn't, but it's instinct to stop them however she can. Thorns, sharp. inches long, rip from the vines into skin. She has to block out their cries of pain as she grabs her bag and scrambles backwards. Then--then up. The tent rips around her as her vines shoot up before her, a riot of sharp green growth soon engulfing was left of her tent. She doesn't stop until she's several feet up, dangling midair. It's then she realizes still dressed in pajamas, sweaty and her hair trailing a few feet below her. She doesn't even have shoes on. Is it stupid to worry about shoes right now? Then the noise around starts flooding back in.
"What--" She spots someone in trouble and sends a curl of vines around their attackers feet, yanking them off balance.
Persephone | Lore Olympus | Orange. Ish.
Persephone had, in the interests of taking the gods at their word, not gone into this distortion alone. Not that they had told her to bring a friend. They'd just told her it was dangerous to go in Kolokifi's domain. Going into a distortion is probably even more so.
She grips his hand tight as she steps through and looks around.
"It's so hot."
Persephone floats up to touch a leaf, hissing when it tries to stick and twist around her fingers and hand. Well fine then. She shakes her hand out as if she was just snapped at by a dog rather than attempted kidnapping. Turning away from the plant, she digs out the equalizer and tries to start it up without actually having to set it on the ground.
"Be careful, it's all alive. Well, more alive, the moving sort of alive--" The words stop as Persephone goes still at the sound of feminine laughter, turning in a slow circle. Then she looks at Zetta uneasily.
"You heard that right?"
B. No Sanctuary
Persephone jerks awake to the feeling of a hand on her throat. For a long moment, she's frozen, out of her body, out of her mind. This isn't happening at all, is it? It's a bad dream. It's not happening. Then her lungs start to burn and she snaps back to herself. She kicks out, up, anywhere, heedless of who might be on top of her. Is it a shade, is it Apollo, is it someone else entirely? It doesn't matter. Vines sprout through the whole tent, wrapping around her assailant, tugging them off, until she can breathe again.
One breath, then two, then a scream as another person enters the tent. She doesn't want to hurt anyone, she doesn't, but it's instinct to stop them however she can. Thorns, sharp. inches long, rip from the vines into skin. She has to block out their cries of pain as she grabs her bag and scrambles backwards. Then--then up. The tent rips around her as her vines shoot up before her, a riot of sharp green growth soon engulfing was left of her tent. She doesn't stop until she's several feet up, dangling midair. It's then she realizes still dressed in pajamas, sweaty and her hair trailing a few feet below her. She doesn't even have shoes on. Is it stupid to worry about shoes right now? Then the noise around starts flooding back in.
"What--" She spots someone in trouble and sends a curl of vines around their attackers feet, yanking them off balance.