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The Vortex [Main thread]

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The world crumbled around Jayde Valentina and the only thing she could do was let herself fall into the abyss. The meadow she'd been walking across on her way home from HQ had been swallowed by that.. upside down tornado? Ground typhoon? It was scary, but she remembered the last words her leader had told her before she left. "It's the only way to save your world. Let yourself fall."

The words seemed senseless at the time, but in a strange way, they'd comforted her in a time where everything had become senseless and yet everyone seemed to be acting like it had always been this way. A whole building disappeared into thin air?" what building? There was never a building here." Whole guilds going MIA "you're not making any sense. What's a Thundersky?" Beyond terrifying. Jayde felt hopeless, and as she remembered those last words, she stopped. Stopped running and escaping the inevitable. She made a choice.

After all, this was what she had trained for. To take the risks necessary to save those around her, and that's exactly what she would do.

There was a moment of complete darkness, and emptiness. She could see nothing, hear nothing, feel nothing. As if the world around her stopped existing. As if even time had stopped.

After a few seconds or a few hours (she couldn't have said,) the black haired girl found herself standing on solid ground again, her senses taking in her new surroundings. She was standing on what looked like an old, abandoned construction site. It smelled of dust and rusting metal. Where was she?

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Some miles away, a man turned to look at two others. They wore metal glasses and light clothes made of some shiny, grey material. In front of them was a machine similar to a compass. It started beeping, indicating something.

"They're coming. It's happening. The Vortex seems to have brought someone.. Let's hope they can help us, before it's too late."
 
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Lyle kept his eyes fixed on the ground as he walked home from school. He wasn't sure how to handle his emotional state after last night's discovery. Could it really be true? A project with such ambition, to advance the world into a new age... Somehow, Lyle felt awe and anger simultaneously. How could he have never known, the countless years of his life, that he truly was different than the other people he was so casually raised around? Also, how is it that not one person ever attempted to tell him of this crucial information?

As Lyle walked down the sidewalk, the fabric of space and time around him started to dissolve. Only when the light began to fade and all came to a silent stop did Lyle lift his head and take a look around while moving. What he saw jerked him away from his mental storming, and his heart immediately picked up a pace.

What seemed like panels of matter began to peel away from the air and fall to the ground like tiles. Where the squares fell from remained a black, vacant hole. The only audible sounds were the echoes of his distant world; sounds that existed just before the stopping of time, continuing quietly into the dark. As he took in the scene, his adrenaline surged, and he felt an energy boost accompanied with a single objective: return home.

Lyle's muscles instantly propelled him with the force of a motor, driving him at speeds which made the crumbling world around him look and feel like trickling liquid. As he sprinted down the street, thoughts surged through his brain like lightning; why is this happening? Is this related to me? What am I going to do? Am I dying?

Lyle turned the corner on the curb of the sidewalk and continued sprinting at full speed. However, he could hear the howling of the wind as it screamed past him to somewhere behind him. He didn't dare look, as his entire being was focused on going home. Just at the end of this street is a meadow, and if he can just reach the other side...

Seconds before reaching the first blades of grass, Lyle noticed a force tugging on him. It was small at first, but within moments he felt the force grow exponentially. He turned his head when his knees and ankles began to buckle. Behind him was something barely describable: some kind of expanding, pulling force manifest as a vortex, but in air. The spiraling, tornado-esk formation about 40 feet behind him started shrieking as the force amplified to a point beyond Lyle's ability to run away. Maybe he could crawl...

As Lyle's knees fell to the concrete, he reached with his hands to the dirt inches from his reach. His clothes violently whipped and flared as he reached, grunting, holding onto the crease of the sidewalk. He felt the force was strong enough that, if he let go, he'd be swept away.

Lyle's emotions were sharp and pounding through his chest. He desperately crawled, tears in his eyes as the wind ran through his eyelids, hoping that his haven would be within reach. However the edge of the sidewalk was out of his reach, and the hand that he extended for the grass slipped. With one hand still holding onto the crack on the sidewalk, his body was hoisted upward by the increasing pull of the wind. He couldn't turn his head forward anymore, and he began to scream out of instinct. Terrified, Lyle felt his grip fading. He focused all his energy, all his faith and hope, in the solidarity of his fingertips. He couldn't hear anymore, just the sound of crashing wind currents.

Lyle noticed that there were more panels falling from the air and popping from the ground all around him, falling into the Vortex. Slowly, the world fell to pieces, and there was only a few feet around him remaining. It was incrementally harder to breathe with each passing second. Was everything about to end?

Within moments, the sidewalk Lyle held on to dissipated. Lyle's body rag dolled and he felt powerless as he flew through the air with no control. As he did, Lyle looked straight into the center of the manifestation, screaming. All he could think was "Why!?" as he was violently sucked down into the center of the Vortex. The instant he was consumed, all that remained was silence and void.

. . . . . .

(did you want my character to be spawned near yours, or in a separate location?)
 
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