Alright another week, another chapter, given the fun and almost therapeutic feeling I get when writing these chapters throughout the week I'm hoping I can keep this pace up for the next couple of months. Regardless of the update schedule though, I hope you enjoy the most recent addition and again I apologize for any grammar mistakes missed.

Without further adue I present the second part to Electric Lens

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Chapter 2

Penny kept falling, well she didn't know she was at the mercy of gravity and certainly couldn't feel it, but nonetheless she was plummeting towards an object that had enough mass to mimic a free fall like effect. She didn't see the night sky lit up by pin pricks of light, as if the entire atmosphere was covered by a thick wool blanket, with small moth holes scattered about allowing access for the illuminating light on the other side to infiltrate it way in. The computerized girl also had no awareness of the fellow machines, albeit of an organic origin, following with her into this strangely normal land. Without any auditory receptors nor could she process the wind parting around her or of the screams by her side yelping out their dysfunctional harmony to the partial gibbus lighting their path downward, accompanied by the fast rhythm of a laughing lunatic. Weather born out of true fear, a sudden onset of a height related phobia, or merely the fact that it was this individual's natural reaction to actually emerging on the other side alive. Regardless, not that the computer was aware, the yelps would begin to fade away, succumbing to distance as they diverged along their own path. In an ironic way it was a befitting way to emerge to a new planet, and if her cameras known as eyes could still work, or better yet simply be connected to her core, the consciousness of one and zeroes could make out the silhouettes of those scatting amongst the midnight clouds like invisible shooting stars, lighted by noise rather than flames.

However, this would also mean the Atlesian machine was also not be aware of the approaching tree line she now plummeted towards. The pinewoods falling to her as well in some physically insignificant way as the two approached each other in an unspoken agreement to meet in the middle. Not that any of this would matter to a being without a nervous system, the whether she was falling or not was indifferent because her existence right now felt the same. Regardless of id she was in the air, ground, or the horizon in which they met.

All that could be affected right now was her thoughts, the one she became imprisoned by. They no longer could process the effect of time, but that did little to stop the flow from continuing. And with one little hiccup in the code, one moment when an electric signal was briefly interrupted and then resent an interaction with the outside was detected,

Free- hiccup.., she just thought the action, literally thinking the word itself letter by letter. An imperfection in her code that she could never override. The one her father, despite Ironwood's order masked pleads, thought was too cute, too human, to ever ponder getting rid of. Of course, he had always told her that he did not know where the coding for the hiccup came from. And after a detailed scanning of her vocal unit, it became apparent the imperfection couldn't be pinpointed and thus lost underneath a virtual sea.

This annoyed her to no end. Hiccups were the results of a biological function, trap gas needing release from the stomach that came up the same way it entered. It wasn't tied to a form of human communication; it was a noise made of a digestive reaction that happened to exit the same location as words. For that it was ironic in a sense that for Penny, a non-organic being, it did function as a way to transfer information.

For an android designed to be a functional form of military defense, while imitating the appearance of an innocent girl, it was one of her most infuriating flaws. The release of trapped air, or rather the electronic imitation, was a clear indication to anyone who conversed with her for any significant amount of time and paid the slightest bit of attention, that she had just told a fib. Having a built-in lie detector for a programmable android made perfect and no sense at all, and yet the way this junior burp went about executing this task infuriated both sides of the debate. On the one hand you have the argument that the droid can only withhold truth from its maker or user if it is hack and thus rewired to do so. If that is the case then the behavior in which they indicate they are lying is, most likely, discovered by the computer assailant and rewritten as well. On the other side, even if the failsafe would be needed, making it a hiccup not only lacks subtly but makes it far too easy for even a passerby to make use of this built in detector, let alone an actual enemy.

Funnily enough that's probably why her father didn't care enough to check or alter the code to remove the hiccup. It was a mistake, a major error in the way she functioned, but it was also her most human quality because of that mere fact. And even without a buddy, and even without the voice modulator to mimic the sound, it provided comfort to the girl in a situation where she was questioning if she could even feel such a thing. More importantly, well, more importantly to the moment, it also provided her with a brief perspective on time, and therefore reality,

I've interacted with something. It may be someone as well. For all I am aware it could in fact be…, there was a hesitation, and a brief fear for a word not said. A real enough emotion and different from the terror born out of not feeling anything, and therefore enough to stop her train of thought rather than continue it. Reworking backward she decided to take back the signal yet to be sent, as if the words presence would manifest it, and set an alternative route, It could be my core being thrown out of the battle arena, surely that would technically count as a ring out. Theoretically in the rules it states, that if any part of the competitors body touches the ground outside the designated fighting area is to be treated as ff said violator conceded the match...although I suppose that goes back to the question if my exoskeleton or internal process even count as body parts

With no appendages to portray action, or voice boxes to produce tone, it was somewhat impressive that the girl's last thought alone was able to carry the weight of a person shaking their head in an attempt to not dwell on an irrelevant topic.

The semantics and philosophical debate behind it are hardly necessary at the moment. Even if such vague topics were brought up it would do little to change the fact I was clearly defeated, the words stung, but in such a way that she almost found herself appreciating the negative emotion more so than being consumed by it, Even still if I was knocked out that means there's something worth recovering. Given that un- the general was watching the match, he'll no doubt be quick in receiving my mechanical parts. Unfortunately, the equipment brought with us to upkeep my maintenance could not safely reconstruct my body...however, the engineering instrument should be enough to at the very least ensure my power cord is receiving a continued supply of energy ensuring my core system remains intact.

With each new thought, and as the situation could once again be tackled through logic and artificial emotion more and more reasoning shed light on the situation and with that came sparks of numerical hope in all their statistical glory, And although I can no longer access data on my energy consumption or input value, the mere fact I am still operating with little impedance means I must still be connected to the energy cells in such a way that they have not been critically damaged or avoid any impairment all together. Even though the mechanical engineers on the airship may not be able to repair my body or have the confidence or knowledge to connect me to my sensor, the super computers aboard the vehicle may be enough to make contact with my processor. It is not only theoretical but easily possible given the resources at their disposal, and with a call to my father they shall be able to perform such a task flawlessly.

Thinking of words surrounding her father was the closest she could to imagining his image given her present state but it was more than enough they provide her with the peace of mind that she would not only be freed from this senseless prison, but also not forced from it through complete absence, He'll be concerned, but I'll be able to hear father, see him through a screen see everything through the sensor however limited they may be. Nothing will be shut down and my mind will simply find outlets to the world once more. All that I must do now is wait, wait until father face greets me and welcomes me back to existence

The thought would go on, but in a way which did not dwell on the negative ones whether they be emotional or logical. She could have predicted how, while her desired outcome was the most plausible, there was still a very real chance that she would be met with the void. Whether that be through systems breaking down, or a manual resetting which was regulation for all Atlas electronics when undergoing repair or had suffered massive amounts of damage, although if her father caught word of this such an action would be met with stern threats and disapproval. Another unfortunate truth was that her calculator was made with false information or rather her last recorded set of information. Things as simple as time, personnel, and equipment were made on guesses. Extremely educated predictions that she could prove with mathematical precision were the most likely outcome, but conjured predictions, nonetheless. Afterall for all her simulating capabilities, even she could not have scientifically known what happened next, nor realize how wrong she was in the most important part of her equation.

Although she didn't know how much time had passed, she knew for certain the exact moment she entered this purgatory. She knew the number of guards outside, both biological and mechanical and the distance between them and her to nanometer the millisecond before everything was cut off. Through basic analysis she was even aware of the arena's dimension beneath her feet and the composition of the stone it was made of before she disconnected from life's game. However, what she could not possibly know is that all her calculations were made off her most indisputable guess, one that she didn't even consider a probability more so fact even from her logical brain. All these computers, all these simulations for what happened next required her to know where she was, a piece of the equation she imputed completely wrong. For while it was mathematically probable she was still on, or if not within several meters of the, arena, and statistically certain she was located either in Vale, Atlas, or the space between she was not. For all outcomes her guesses were made upon her being on Remnant, the planet she no longer touched.

Something she would yet to realize even as the different world slowed down and came into a blurry existence.

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Peacefulness can be a double-edged sword, while its existence is produced by an absence of its rival suffering, too much can actually attract the former like moths to a forest fire. For stagnation is a core tenant to peace's impossible state of being, and stagnation brings forth silence which can terrify all, especially those who have become addicted to its promise. Not one it lies about completing but one it fulfils all too well. But like all emotions, they are only manifested when people seek to find them and adjust their view accordingly.

That is why, despite being no more than a ten minutes' walk from a small, but pulsing, downtown, a person can find themselves completely alone in a forest surrounded by a bone chilling silence. Or at least they would be if said forest wasn't a park surrounded by an interlocking of cements barrier, one of which housed a crucial and very much alive freeway. Whose never-ending cascade of headlights easily pierced the ten meters of attempted tree line that supposedly blocked out its existence to those inside. Although let it be said that nature and the bark at least tried to limit the light that constantly flashed the forest inwards. Nothing bothered to dull the sound the tires and engines made as they revved past, passing their way through the forest with so little resistance it was like they were welcomed in as old friends rather than the obnoxious tricksters they were.

To an individual trying to obtain the curse of peace, this physical environment was a poor location to do so as the outside world forced any attempted perspective to be altered. In truth though such an atmosphere, with its strobing lights and midnight orchestra, were never meant to be used to seek solitude. For past sundown the trails had made a deal with the small town, not even a road away, that they can harbor any adventurous locals when the stars rise so long as they could share them when they set. Besides, despite nature having long since been tamed in this insignificantly small corner of the world, it's not as if small dangers just went up and vanished. Or rather it was more so this area was preserved so the dangers could remain to add to its charm of being a natural location. Regardless, without many other options, creatures that possessed sharpened claws and razor teeth still would wander in to make this place home. And although they were pale replicas, not even built to scale, of the wolves and felines that came before nobody wanted to tempt fate by running into a Coyle wolf or a bobcat, even if they were truthfully less dangerous then even the far more numerous deer.

But perhaps adhering to the last remnants of a brain that could not evolve as fast as it adapted, the predators were still viewed with more caution and terror then the prey they hunted and the invisible menace it brought forth with it. Whatever the case this area was left alone at night, and even those foolish enough to mimic bravery were not actually in danger if they walked the path even in the darkness of a new moon.

None of that stopped this evening's lone inhabitants of the park, however. On the contrary all these factors brought him here, even if they falsely thought they were above each idea by simply acknowledging the existence. Dawning a navy-blue hoodie that had the wear and tear of several life's, a young man walked in the park seeking some peace under the false notion that it would help him peace. Too prideful to put the trailing fabric above his head, his chestnut hair haphazardly framed his face in a never-ending sea of split ends and cow licks that constantly needed to be wiped away. Such an act would free a set of emerald eyes for all of two seconds before needing to be readjusted again.

Not that such an action was needed, for if the glare from the highway could move past pine needles, they could certainly weaver around unkempt hair. This of course would cause the figure to think up a complaint about how inappropriately placed the highway was, not having paid enough attention to his own towns history over his brief seventeen years of existence that the current of transportation actually had first claim to this area when compared to the artificial forest. Nevertheless, while he'd never admit it, the light and the improvised moving flashlights provided we're part of the reason why he always came here. For he could lie to himself stating that he wanted to be alone, the cars provided him not only sight but the comforting reminder there was safety in people nearby.

If the forest itself were sentient, it would probably have mocked the boy after one glanced upon this idea of seeking out loneliness in such a horrible location and called him out for his hypocrisy. If he wanted isolation why go to a place in the middle of town, in a forest lacking so much community that even walking into its most dense part, would only consist of a two minute expedition before you emerged from the tree line onto either a street, somebody's yard, or the local high schools turf feel. Any retort to this would then be met with a laugh, and counterpoint that if he then truly wished silence why have his earbuds in with the electronic rhythm so loud, any creature with ears could tell where he was miles before he even entered their trails.

Luckily the forest lacked the neural pathways to produce such an argument, but that did little to disprove the point it made. The young man was here not because he wanted peace and quiet after a rough day, but rather he wanted others and himself to think so after he manifested his own rough day. He went into the forest believing himself a victim to all the faults of peace, without realizing he's never taken the drug. And thus, he walked protected by his false bravery, and his imaginary loneliness.

To his mind, a part that was always playing but he pretended to view past, this looked cinematic. A slim teenager walking alone in a woods under the glare of a full moon, a person who was about to have breakthroughs with nature and experience a turning point in his life that would not fix all his problems, but start him on the pathway there. Of course, as the presents come to catch up with him, this thought process isn't completely wrong.

This view of life as a movie would be laughably false if it wasn't so confusing. And given how he truthfully came out here for the electronic he clutched in his pocket and the music it sent to his ears, he certainly didn't come to infuse with nature, more so rudely ignore it. However, something was, or rather is about to happen, and despite his best efforts, even in this moment to imagine the future, he certainly can't control the present.

And that moment came as the night was not pierced by terror of a scream, but rather unsettled by its instant arrival. Having no build up to the high-pitched noise, it breaks the air in ways that should be impossible, and reality for a moment is more startled by that ideal then the concepts the sound itself carries. The same could not be said for the universe's inhabitants, however.

Even with his music blasting away his hearing at full speed, the distinct cries fell through the darkness more literally then he could hope to realize. The young man jumps from his skin, freezing up in absolute fear as it interrupts his thoughts, the only movement of his body allowing him beforehand being the strike he sent towards his earpiece dangling wire as the device was ripped away and scattered to the floor pulling the communication device it flowed through with it. Ironically such a move was not to increase the effectiveness of his instincts, but rather fuel the fear he now felt filling up his core,

Oh my God what was that, holy shit it sounds human…, the simple thought came out with a tremble from his limbs that struggled to break their own self-imposed ice. All too outlandish thoughts of serial killers, and events that would make even the enthusiastic 80's horror movies offended in their ability run through the brunette's mind made all too logical by the mere existence of the scream. With his mind moving at a speed his legs should be, the mental ice encases his joints, ...what if it's a rabbit, their screams are uncannily similar to a person when they make noise, but they only do that when they...being killed. Crap, it's a coyote!

Ironically, on so many fronts it could take a lifetime to list, this is what melts his fear and shoots his body forward. Despite being four times the canine size, and six times its weight, the thought of a one ripping out a rodent's throat got him moving, as adrenaline coursed through every part of his body. Nature's steroid found itself increasing his senses as time slowed down. Hearing even the rustles of autumn leaves became possible even through the highway's echoes. The air became richer, as his nostrils began picking scents normally blind to humans, the lack of humidity in the cool night air seemingly having a new taste to it. Even his eyes, which struggled behind its glass prism in the day, became the pinnacle tools of biology picking up movements that he'd normally just ignore as blurs.

In all its evolutionary perfection, the animalistic response has emerged within this bipedal ape. Turning him from an out of shape twig that looked like it could be snapped in two, to a pinnacle athlete viewing the world at an entirely different speed as the body's new field even increased the rate at which his neurons smiled...which was truthfully its worst mistake.

A normal human being would have run by this point to the freeway three seconds away. And if not that, at least put up a stance in which to fight once the realization that those screeches, were all too real finally set in. Hell, at this point, even a clueless person would look towards their phone on the ground, which still glowed as if to signal its help even more obviously, would plug in the three code digits for the 'I'm in danger need help now!' alarm. Unfortunately for his body, this emerald eyed man minds increase in processing power only increased his worrying capacity, Coyotes are packed animals aren't they, and there are not even coyotes in this region their Coyle wolves. Shit aren't those things even more aggressive...and larger! They can run and take down a retriever if they put their mind into it what the hell am, I supposed to do.

Images of him sprinting through the forest trail, something he should be doing, right before he was ambushed and then mauled by grey coated hounds invaded his thoughts. The more he focused on the screams the more thoughts he had, and the more he only moved his head around like a drill bit in fear of what was to jump out from his blind spot. Unluckily for him the different sources of the yell only seemed to fade away in different directions while one continued getting closer, heightening his own fear now as the silent unknown approached.

They know where I am don't they, this is a bait tactic, they're going to try to focus all my attention on the one coming into range and then surround and pounce on me as a group, despite the realness of the situation, this did little to stop his mind from producing these jumps in logic. One thing remained constant however, his inability to move was being pushed to the limited. And while he frantically kept spinning around in place looking as to where on the ground the strike will come, only realizing too late he is focused on the wrong plane,

With snaps of branches, and the piercing of air, objects plummeted towards and then into the dirt ground just before the boy's feet. Paving away dirt like water, it pinged out of its self-made crater with a metallic echo before softly implanting itself among an unaltered version of the path. Nearly pitch black its presence was made known all through the auditory perspective, for being known more than a rectangular prism that could fit in one's palms it only reflected the light of the moon and was lost tracked by any onlooker.

And for the one observer time seemed to pause, the noise not even alerting his eyes to look for the source but rather go still. For despite the fame of the flight and fight response, many forget their forgotten sibling freeze. The one that causes the body, no matter how energetic to not move a muscle, to seize all functions that produce sound. The heart rate is grinded to a painful stop, and the lungs simply flow and pass air out through an open tunnel rather than a rusted pump. Words are beaten back into the throat, not even risking the gulp that could be produced by a swallow.

If possible, the body would change its skin color to match the young man's overshirt, but unfortunately mammal skin possessed no such trait, and without the evolutionary adaptation of fur, he had no camouflage to hide from sight. Working against this, his fair skin grew even more pale almost signaling him out in a glow. And thus, came the reasoning for freeze's discussion with the other survival instinct. What makes life well life, is interactions with the environment, and the freeze adaption revolved around other creatures being blind to all forms of sense, and its user managing the impossible by disappearing from existence. Because of this freeze will never last, appear for a moment such as this, but always be replaced by the practicality of the others. But what has the power to break this moment, to resume time, well the answer to that question's always happening.

Another vocal shooting star shines its way with sounds down to earth, albeit ever so much alive. When it struck the tree line like its fellow unintended traveler it did not do so with a cold tensile ting, but rather organic grunts, moans, and yelps. Remarkably the snaps that cracked through the air all made up the surrender of bark rather than bone being pushed past its breaking point. Even more startling, the biological meteorite struck the earth without a splash. Its impact was certainly felt within the ground, but the unsettling squelch of organs popping against their own walls did not make an entrance.

What does, however, is a scream of pain and horror, although not from the source of impact. Not having seen the object, the young man who regretted ever wishing for a storybook esc moment did not see the figure land but was nowhere near blind or depth enough to not see and hear the trail it left behind. Finally breaking free from his inability to move, flight emerges in a kinetic blur.

Letting out ear piercing scream, that given the octave wouldn't have been a half bad defense mechanism against the Coyle wolves, the navy clad walker forgoes his title for sprinter. Picking up his phone on instinct, as if it could provide protection, the emerald eyed individual darts back from where he came. The cold airs sting becoming a sweet nectar as it urges him on faster, faster than any pace a person would keep if they didn't want to vomit their lungs out. Luckily for him such a detail was ignored entirely, a problem for a later date when he was still alive to have problems.

His screams turning to noiseless pants of oxygen, an air current flowed around him, as he dashed onwards. Sounds of a foggy grunt and confused yelp from the landing sight, weather imagery or real, only kicking him into a higher gear.

Although the seconds he ran felt like hours they certainly did feel so on his body, and soon the crunching of lifeless leaves, gave way to the thud of pavement as he shot like a human bullet out of the park's entrance. Being on a main street only increased his acceleration however, and with imagery images and scenarios now overtaking reality, his velocity would not alter until he reached the safety of a closed wooden door.

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The rest of the mad dash to the imaginary safety of his house took the boy all of two minutes, and despite feeling longer he wished it had taken an entirety if it meant he'd be further away from that screeching park.

Wrenching the handle and swinging open the door, the wooden frame crashes against the house and sends vibration throughout the structure somewhat similarly to how the object had impacted the ground. Ironically enough the rattling of the house was the one noise the boy wasn't picking up at the moment despite it thundering across the neighborhood like thunder,

Jesus Christ was the real, pushing the door closed, and clicking the locks shut before leaning against. The young man's thought came out faster than his body could process what was happening. Only moving again to slump against the oak as if its added wait could prevent his mind from coming in., That couldn't have been a person, people don't just fall from the sky. I mean they do, but nobody skydives in the middle of the night, and they certainly don't get back up if the parachute doesn't activate...I mean theoretically they can, but that still doesn't explain what the hell just happened

Succumbing back to bodily limitation, the chestnut-haired teen began instinctually taking in large heaves of air. However, his mind was still racing far too fast for him to notice the burning pain it carried.

"Everything okay down there?", a concerned voice came down through the halls and stairs, as he was suddenly reminded he didn't live alone.

No everything is far from okay, people are dropping from the sky pack on the trails!...should I be calling somebody about this, I heard screams...and somebody laughing I think, getting lost in a new wave of paranoia, as the bizarreness of it began to make the realness of the situation arose with time, Okay okay, so people went skydiving at night, none of their parachutes opened, and as a results most screamed and one person laughed as the absolution of death began to take over...oh my God I really am losing my mind aren't I

"Gareth? Is that you, your back in a hurry", the voice came again, albeit with the accompaniment of wooden creaks as weight was shifted on the frames above the newly revealed Gareth moving parallel above him. As if proof of time still moving the noise of the steps became visual as peeking from above the staircase a woman appeared. With the same hue of hair, and matching set of emerald eyes, and a motherly demeanor it wouldn't take a geneticist to guess the middle-aged woman's relation to the young man still bracing against the door.

Moving his head far more slowly than his mind raced, Gareth's pale face illuminated crimson, as his still now rasped breathing struggled to portray a response, "...Everything's fine mom", that one phrase took far more energy than it should have and left him nearly winded as the adrenaline fully wore off, "...Just got home...and, I uh, dec-"

"To jog the rest of the way home", the mother replied with narrowing eyes and a sigh. Given the panicked and exhausted state her son was in, a further explanation would have been needed amongst most other families. But unfortunately for this one, this was far from the first time Gareth had run home in a dead sprint, and despite his age his mother knew all too well he was afraid of his own shadow.

"Yeah...that", the boy replied in defeat, knowing far too well they both were dancing around the same subjects. Thoughts of informing her of the incidents arose in his mind eyes, but given his own questioning of the events moments ago he felt were all too real, telling her would only be mean a pity filled gaze and a sense of embarrassment that would last him through the night,

"Well then go take a shower", the elder brunette began before she turned to walk back to her own room, rubbing her temples all the way there, "You won't be able to get much sleep if you poison yourself within your bed"

Staring at the now vacant spot, Gareth takes in a last few breath of much needed fuel before relaxing his muscles, and sliding a few more inches down the door, nit not before sighing to the now empty area, "…Yeah sure thing"

Walking up the stairs, with his legs now feeling like they might give out with each step, the emerald eyed young man makes his way towards his room. Only stopping by the bathroom briefly to begin running the water, trying to make use of effective time of heating the water up as he was changing. Not that shaving two minutes off his nighttime routine was beneficial anyway. Besides going to worry about the events that had just transpired, and question his own sanity, Gareth was in a rush to do nothing. A phrase that could all too accurately sum up a good portion of his life at the moment.

Regardless of that fact though, his adrenaline filled run through the night where he had at one point been fleeing from either Coyle wolves, hyena's, the unluckiest free diver in the world, and even his own mind had left him exhausted. So much so that as he threw his clothes haphazardly across the room. And as he tossed aside his electronics, he failed to notice that the metal he placed beside his desktop was not his own.

While similarly shaped in dimension, and with the cold feel of metal, it was an oversight that struck twice. Ince when he haphazardly collected his phone off the ground in his mad dash from danger, and the other just now as he didn't even notice the electronic device now in his possession wasn't even a phone. And thus, as he left the room, ready to wash away his sweat filled terror, he turned an all too literal blind eye to the small bit of electricity that arced its connection over to its archaic sibling.

Unnoticed over the scattering sounds of water on tile, the computer would flash to life, and almost like a scared animal beginning firing off all its functioning at once. And in the space between echoes, the code began processed in a language compelled foreign to it outside of the most basic physical community. The screen would light up the dark room, as the monster itself panicked in its own existence before it too would enter form of exhaustion. Although with no water to wash away the computerized fright, it would simply overload its central system, and shrink back into a prism to wrap its mind about what to do next when presented a problem born from impossibility.

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Ironically enough, back where worlds had violated collided, the electronic being would find itself not alone in its confused terror. Although unfortunately for this next weary traveler the problems could not be safely ignored, but only built up.

Groaning, a female humanoid figure with lean build glowed with an unnaturally bright chocolate outline. Almost seeming to pulse around her the figure brought a hand up to her forward and seemed to rub her temples. Seemingly more annoyed with the fall from the stratosphere, then actually injured.

"Gods why did I get so close", the young woman mutters as if her actions had caused this chain reaction of events. Blowing some stands of brunette hair from her complementary eyes, the wayward traveler had a weird air of both calmness and hyper alertness about her. Naturally moving an inspecting what appeared to be a photographic device from her back and inspecting ti for any signs of the damage her body should have earned. Despite muttering out complaints, and appearing in a strange land, the normally nervous girl found her instincts kicking in. And due to years of study and practical application of such a response on command, the animalistic response of hyper alertness was not accompanied by the detrimental fear that graced this area...well simultaneously. However, one feature that assisted her could not be trained, and as two furry ears lifted themselves atop her head into the cool night air the humanness of her figure was given a slight blemish.

Observing that the camera came out with just as many scratches as herself she brushes off her yellow and tanned outfit before standing up. The forced skydiver looked around her newfound environment while heightening each of her senses as she ran through the events on her way down, After the forced transportation...at least what I can assume was forced transportation given the temperate forest I now find myself in, the three other individuals began scattering amongst sky. This could be connected to a semblance but seemed to be caused by that...Grim,

Giving out a visual urge of discomfort, the outlined women shook with disgust. Even with how horrific the nightmare monsters were, somehow comparing that...thing, seems like too much of an insult on the former to place them in the same thought let alone sentence. Luckily for the brunette the inky blackness of the floating abomination did not pierce the atmosphere when she came out the other side, at least from what she had gathered. More bizarre, or well not more bizarre, but equally confusing were the faces she did recognize go in with her,

That one girl was...Emerald wasn't it, the beacon girl remembered with a frown at the thought of what the combatant did to her fellow teammates when the Vytal tournament had yet turned into a horror felt guilt given the childness of the thought, especially given the bloody events that had transpired after words, the same one that for all she knew was still transpiring, but the boy with her...wasn't he the semifinalist who had his leg shattered by Yang Xio Long. From what we all saw he needed immediate medical attention, how on Remnant was he standing, let alone so commonly in the presence of such a nightmarish creature, and that...man

Once again, the act of comparison came out forced. Albeit this time she made it easier by comparing the smiling psychopath to a human, rather than faunus race she could instantly tell he was. As if connecting him to herself to any regard would spread his mental illness through her mind.

I could hear his laughter fade far away, but it truthfully still feels too close...although I suppose I shouldn't even be using the word close if I don't know where I am. The tree and vegetation seem Vale in origin, but it seems a shade darker, maybe we've been transported further north on the continent. I also can't rule out the possibility, I'm under the effects of an illusion. But in the middle of a grim outbreak what type of hunter wou-

A piercing screech wove through the night, or more so ripped the air it touched to shreds. Folding her extra ears in actual pain, they proved themselves all too real, as she even found herself covering her human auditory receptors as well. Despite the shock of it all, the young student was able to pinpoint the exact cause of the source of the noise, and through a quick mental comparison assured that the scream did not match the vocal tone of her fellow living craters. Nevertheless, it sounded human or faunus, perhaps that of a young woman or even girl in distress.

Staying low to the ground and foliage, the girls began moving with an impossible speed and agility. Even more astounding was the lack of noise she made upon the ground, not even applying enough pressure or weight to snap the dead leaves beneath her boots. Crossing the forest floor easily, the huntress made up the distance easily and with the night's light reflecting twice in her eye she had a better view of the area then any human.

To her surprise no Grimm victim was shown to her pupils, but instead they violently dilated as the reality of the forest, or lack thereof, became real with the sight of a never-ending flash of head lights. Taking a step back while covering her lids, the rabbit faunus had to quickly rub her socket to adjust for the light quality before peaking them back open.

Seeing a dash of movement, a bipedal figure could be seen running away from her at top speed, and it did not take a military IQ of one thousand to deduce they were the source of the scream. Still somewhat blinded by the lights glare, she couldn't get a good luck of the person, but given their slow speed, and lack of aura outline, the being certainly poses little threat. Deducing that she must have startled a local of...wherever she was, she reached out a hand and open her mouth to assure them they were in no danger, but the vocal vibration caught themselves within her throat,

What kind of vehicle is that? the faunus thought, as the wheeled transportation objects that had briefly blinded her came into full view on the highway. Narrowing irises in confusion the tanned clothed huntress walked towards the thick tree layer to get a better use, her ears twitching slightly at the loud noise they produced, They seem, different to the normal cars and trucks in Vale, and the road looks more used. Their metallic, but most aren't that streamline, and what's that suffocating gas their producing

As if on cue, the rabbit's nose scrunched in disgust, the air tangled with the exhausted smell putrid, but it did little to halt her curiosity. The moving engines seemed all too different for something so familiar as a car, and as she stared more, the weirder this citation got,

The freeways cut through a forest, this is a recipe for disaster, a grim could strike from the tree's at any moment...and it seems to be quite active and numerous for a freeway not in the immediate vicinity of a city. Backing up as if the cars might turn her way, the confusion of the situation began overwhelming even her trained military response, And why would that person be hiking alone at night, even if there's a village nearby the risk of an attack is far too much even for somebody who had their aura unlocked, let alone a normal civilian.

With a sudden realization, fear shook the chocolate theme faunus to her core, but not for herself, the girl is experiencing terror, even if it was produced by me it will attract a Grimm for sure. I need to go after them, at that speed they won't have any hope of a speeding even the smallest of Beowolve-

Dashing back towards the bystanders last location she froze like a deer in headlights when a glimmer caught her eye. Reflecting to her the night sky, an image of a starry night met her gaze, but what stole her vision in its entirety was the moon that lit the night sky. Like the one she grew up under it was not on its full displayed, but unlike the one imprisoning her own planet, the lunar object before her only hid its completion beneath a disappearing shadow,

Velvet what have you've gotten yourself into