Who: Eve & Lindsey McDonald What: Trying her own magic to get back to the Fates, or to any other Angel When: Evening, shortly after sunset Where: A Park in Lawrence Rating: PGish, possibly Status: Incomplete
Another world, another rules. Eve still wasn't sure who she needed to speak to in order to acquire grimoire, or even some decent books on a more boring level. She'd been basically investigating the rules of this place when she could, her travels taking her around to different states, but always ending back up in Lawrence. This was where it started, and this was where she was hoping she'd get sent back home. She'd discovered quiet quickly the Savannah, Paige, Lucas, the Stonehaven Pack, none of them existed here. Not that she was really expecting to find them.
When night had fallen, and most people had exited the park, Eve had made an entrance. One moment the area was dark, and empty, the next second, there she was, standing infront of a slide. For a moment she was having flash backs of Savannah's child hood, and their adventures on slides. After a few moments she turned around, and looked around the area. Quiet. Good.
Sighing, she concentrated. Normally to get back to the fates, she just needed to cross over and teleport herself there. It didn't even take concentration, but just to be sure, she focused herself. Immediately, she vanished, and for a split second she thought it might work. But then she was back. She'd simply flickered out of sight for a moment, and then returned. Annoyed, she changed things up. Her lips moved, reciting a transportation spell under her breath, which had worked for her before she ascended. Again, for a moment, she vanished, and then returned. She simply flickered, like a bad television signal.
"Dammit, Trsiel. Where the hell are you?" she demanded. She knew it wouldn't work, he'd have to be listening for her, and she knew he wasn't here. "Where the hell are any of you?" she asked, speaking to any Angel now. Not that she expected them to answer. She wasn't one of them at all, even if they were listening. If they had dragged her here, and then decided to ignore her, she was going to find a way to get back at them later. In an unpleasant way.