Private Convergence

[Lina Ovmar]

Time and distance stretched in bizarre ways in the Netherworld, a single step could move you lightyears in one place, and could be a simple crossing of a room in another. It made mapping it complicated, but not impossible. Lina had done it once before, before the Planeshift changed the landscape, she’d mapped certain routes but they had been her own, she’d walked them so often she didn’t need waymarkers.

Now, however, she was carving the paths for more than just herself which meant pausing now and then to erect totem poles of shadow and sinew, glowing green flames that could be seen from a distance that connected one portal to another. She was in the process of crafting one, pulling strands from the ground itself and weaving them into something, shadowy wings flickering like smoke in a breeze.

As always here, she was not alone. The Ukdta Caumatirsiw were her constant companions here, the warji’s reached with elongated limbs digging deep into the blackened earth pulling up strands to pass to her to add to the growing marker. It was therapeutic work, peaceful, even.

Until it wasn’t.

Panic shifted through the flock at her feet, clicks and barks growing in volume as their attention shifted to something she could not see. Lina paused, stepping back from the pole to follow their gaze, wondering what had set her little herd off. Something familiar tingled up her spine, her obsidian gaze narrowing. Then she felt it, a split second before she saw it, something ripping through the plane without care.

Lina did not have time to move, she didn’t have time for anything, one moment there was a feeling, the next something enormous collided with her, screaming souls warped into wings tangled with her own shadows as the Netherworld shifted, they hit the ground once, then twice before the third time dragged them so deep into the ground they formed a small crater.

Lina groaned, detangling herself enough to sit up, looking down at the golden eyes woman now settled beneath her.

“You do like to make an entrance, don’t you?”

 

[Mercy]

MERCY

EMPRESS | WARLORD | STAR-ARM

Location: The Netherworld | Direct Tags: Lina Ovmar​

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More often than not she was alone within the Netherworld.

Her visits were short, violent and little of the native life wished to be caught up in its wake. It was a realm of emotions, feelings and Mercy was often the most violent person in the span of lightyears in this place. So caught up with the revelry of travel, Mercy didn't even realize something was in her path, until it was far too late.

The collision was violent and yet not at the same time. Ambiguous as most of the Nether was. By the time the crash was over and done with, Mercy was looking up at a familiar face.

Eyebrows rose.

"You know, if you want to meet with me, there are better ways than standing right in the middle of one of my usual pathways." Mercy said dryly, but she also didn't attempt to push Lina off of her either.

Their relationship was... complicated. She didn't trust the woman within any throwing distance, since she could throw her quite a lot. But Mercy trusted very few people to begin with. So that wasn't an obstacle towards making good relationships. And for all of Lina's arrogance, Mercy wasn't particularly worried that the former would be able to get on top, if they ever got into a fight.

This situation aside.

"Oh, dear, you don't look too good. What's wrong, sweetheart?"

Reaching out to cup Lina's face.

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ERASE THE PAST