If At First You Don't Succeed... Try, Try Again

[peacockherald]

Who: Vanyel & Anyone
Broadcast: nope
Action: The Casino-way station
When: During the time the planet is in range

<sub>[ At first a quiet hallway in one of the casino waystations is just that - a hallway, with a few doors dotted here and there leading into some shop or restaurant or another. Except wasn’t one of them beginning to glow? Yes, yes it was. The edges took on a definite white-blue light, flaring brightly before giving way to a panorama of what could only be a landscape of the planet below.

A figure comes through, dark hair looking disheveled, mud and plant life smeared across a dark-blue shirt, snowy white boots marred by dark streaks. The human shape sunk down to its knees, clearly breathing hard, breath rattling in his chest - and it is a he. Behind him, the visage of the planet faded, the “doors” closing with a fading light. The man clutched at his chest, hunching over in pain.

Slowly he sat up, revealing his face to be that of one of Vanyel Ashkevron, albeit streaked with sweat and a little pale. He looked around, blinking owlishly, seeming to recognize where he was. The thinest of smiles worked across his lips, almost triumphant. ]</sub>

Well… that went better than I had hoped…

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[poetontheinside]

[Ray had walked into the corridor, throwing a little rubber ball from one hand to the other, right at the moment Vanyel sits up. Immediately he smells danger- what the fuck was that, why is Vanyel sweating like he's in pain, why does he look so dazed-- and he runs over, crouching beside the other man.]

You okay?

[tothefly]

[Natasha's there when the doorway starts to glow, and immediately can only think of Loki--the doorways Clint and Fury described, that she's only seen through security footage. Nothing good can come of something like this, but there's nowhere for her to go. Nowhere to hide that she can guarantee is safe. So instead she drops into a ready stance, and waits for whatever is going to emerge.

What does come through is almost unrecognizable, at least until he lifts his head, and Natasha recognizes Vanyel, looking clearly like he's been through the wringer. Easing up just slightly, she looks him over with no small amount of suspicion, verging on concern. Not for him, but for what might be following.]

Alive is usually better than dead. Are you hurt?