Misplaced (Closed RP with ukeofphantomhive)
"I swear to god I'm gonna kill Mason..."
Laine kicked a rock down this strange alley, muscles tense under her heavy white coat. Black eyes darted around wildly, trying to watch anything and everything she could.
Her friend Mason was the tech-guy in their group of magic users--and thus his magic would often malfunction when trying out a new program. This particular program had sent Laine and her twin brother Zane somewhere. Laine honestly wasn't sure.
She assumed it was the past--the cobblestone roads, horses and carriages, and the clothes were pretty big red flags. What kind of place was this? Everyone looked absolutely ridiculous. She had begun to meander the alleyways
But worse was the fact that she had no idea where Zane was.
The boy in black was no where to be seen. When she had woken up in this strange place, he had been nowhere. Was he even still with her in this place? If he was, was he alright?
Laine hit the rock with her toes again, sending it flying down the alley. She went to kick it again, but instead she hit the side of someone's leather shoe.
Laine jumped back a few steps and looked up to face the source of the greasy voice. Three men--one sort of old, the other quite young, and the third somewhere closer to the younger one--were standing before her, eying her maliciously. Laine's fingers twitched in anticipation.
"Not falling for this, asswipe, and don't call me missy," Laine growled, pivoting on her heel and moving to walk away. The youngest of the three smoothly glided in front of her, blocking her path.
"She's clever, this one," he laughed, walking forward to push her back. "C'mon, boys, there's no time to lose." The three cracked their knuckles and slowly closed in on her, fully intending on--
No no not again I'M NOT LETTING HIS HAPPEN AGAIN--
Laine focused heat to her palms, unsheathed her searing hot swords, and leaped at the awe-struck men.
Three bodies were found lying in a pool of blood in an alleyway the next morning, having been stabbed to death.Strange, blade-shaped burned covered their skin, and their faces were contorted in agony.
There was no sign of the shaking girl in white who was now covered in red.
Zane was quickly getting worried about Laine. He had woken up on top of a moving carriage, fell off, and limped into the darkness. He roamed the streets of this city, sticking to the sides, pointedly ignoring the strange looks he got from pedestrians.
The cobblestone roads, the carriages, the clothing, the accents--it was definite. He and Laine had been launched into Victorian London, and the two were separated and without anything.
