Forcibly Transported. [WM]

Astrid looked over to Vivian as she heard her speak and noticed a new light beginning to light up the room they were in. As it slowly spread throughout the inner workings of the magical contraptions the whole room became alight and then quickly faded. Gods, Astrid loved magic. Then she heard Viv say this "teleporter" was already active. "Wha?.." She started to speak when the teleporter beside her started without warning.

First, there was a loud hum, then a swirling light that slowly expanded from the center of the teleporter and connected around its edges. Astrid couldn't help but fall onto her ass trying to get away and trying to get a better look since she was so close. She stared up at the thing with awe. "What the?.." She muttered is disbelief.

Vivian began moving towards Astrid as the other woman tripped, only to begin moving over faster as her gaze fell upon the forming portal, the device clicking softly as it connected, the blue glow within growing brighter and brighter. As the light within grew into a large mass, there was a moment of Vivian's wings fluttering and shouted, "Astrid!" Before the light became blinding, causing the pair to lose sight of the chamber.

Moments would pass before they could see again, finding the two of them lying in a stone street, the noonday sun shining high above their heads, Vivian lying atop Astrid, the former's head laying atop the latter's chest. The Seraphim lay there for a moment before her wings quickly shot out, and she raised into a standing position in a burst of wind, a flutter of feathers, and quickly shouted, "Sorry!" A vibrant blush on her cheeks, even if she had turned away from Astrid's still prone form.

Around the pair, a desolate city lay, vast towers of carved stone, much of their design matching that of the dungeon they had just been within, rising into the sky, their silhouettes marred by age, and overgrown with plant life. The street the pair had teleported onto seemed to be a main avenue, running between those towering monoliths, and leading towards a vast courtyard, a great gilded construct at its heart.

...of course, Vivian was a bit distracted from the sights at the moment, instead trying to focus on reducing the sensation of heat in her cheeks, and trying not to think about how soft it was to lay atop Astrid like that, and how she wished Astrid hadn't been wearing her jacket... Or her shirt... No, stop it, stop it, clear, clean thoughts.