wrongkindofsith: (I can has concussion?)
2011-05-05 10:27 pm

The Park, Thursday Morning

In this particular corner of the park, on this particular morning, the air was cool, crisp and still. Not that that last one was true for very long as first a breeze, then a wind picked up, scattering leaves in its wake.

The source of this sudden meteorological change was not a mystery for very long. A shining, shimmering portal appeared, hanging in the air as a red-clad figure didn't so much tumble out as was flung from it with great force.

Then, as soon as it had appeared, the portal closed, and was gone.

[For one.]