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Ysabelle	Thankfully it's not often that a dimensional rift opens apparently at random into our world. Thankfully, the few times it does, there are various arcane folks about that keep their senses attuned to such a disturbance. And this time, the person closest happened to be Ysabelle. It's a matter of Will really, to close such a rent in the fabric of our existence. Though the random discharge of electrical energy causing bolts that rend the ground or explode nearby trees certainly puts off the faint of heart anyway. But with only her in the vicinity, it came down to the young looking magus to make matters right. And as such, she needs to be dressed for the occasion. Her normal gown has been replaced with one of a similiar style, but all of a piece made from rubbery latex of a deep red hue. Tight around the torso, the long, floor-length skirts are made of many wide strips of the material, overlaid until even when walking, they slip and slide over each other so as not to lose their protection. And she needs all of that she can get as another bolt of blue-white energy tears up the earth not to paces to her right. A litany of words that few alive would recognise, let alone understand spews from deep red painted lips. Her turquoise, gem-like eyes catch the sparking light as her midnight tresses are flung about wildly in the wind caused by the contest of her magic, versus natural phenomena. Well, /super/natural phenomena anyway.
Tigra	The ability to get out of town and go to a quieter place is often beneficial, especially for Tigra when the sights and sounds of the big city are getting overwhelming. It's not that she can't deal with it, but the excuse to go commune with nature for a little while is too appealing to pass up, and when there's an easy excuse built in, why not get away from it all for a little while? Time has gone by with her sunning herself in a wooded clearing, though as evening begins to set in the tigress decides it's time to get on her way back to the car she'd parked off the side of one of the backroads in the area. That, however, is interrupted by a super-charged bolt of lightning striking not far away, enough for her fur to stand on end, her tail puffing up. "Oh sh--" she begins to say, running for a safer spot. Another clearing is the most likely place. Lots of trees plus lightning is a bad mix. Then, she hears someone else speaking, but in a language that's entirely foreign to her. Maybe it's someone who needs help? Must investigate.
Ysabelle	A wall of runic writing emerges from one outflung hand, a jagged bolt of lightning skittering across it's surface where it would have otherwise struck the magus full on. As the bolt wears itself out and vanishes, so too does the shield. And still the words pour from painted lips like sweet nothings to a lover, all soft words and gentle movement. Which is entirely at odds with the swirling green, gold and purple vortex that sits in the middle of the clearing she's facing. One of her hands is twisted into an odd shape that does /not/ look comfortable, invisible flows of energy running from that hand to the rift itself, forcing it closed inch by terrifying inch. If the magic wielding woman has noticed the cat-girl, she's yet to show it.
Tigra	Tigra has certainly noticed the mage, her eyes widening at the display of power both from whatever's causing the lightning, and the way it's being fought. "Jeez!" she blurts, ducking to one side as one of those bolts comes far too close for comfort. Good thing she's quick and nimble, right? While the safer thing would be to get out of here, away from everything that's happening, she stays on the move as needed. There are questions to ask once this is all said and done.
Ysabelle	Now and then when a bolt seems too close to Tigra for another to know if she'll dodge fast enough or not, another one of those small runic shields pops up in front of her as well. So apparently the woman in rubber /does/ know she's there. It's another good ten minutes of this before the rift is finally shut with a final sound like air being sucked through a tiny hole. And then? Then Ysabelle lowers her hands, wavering just a little until she can put a paper-white hand onto a nearby tree, leaning against it with deep, slow breaths...
Tigra	Tigra covers up at one point just as she experiences temporary blindness from a bright flash, expecting to come away from this quite..singed. Only, it doesn't happen thanks to that shield. Well, that's definitely beneficial. "Whew!" she exhales, though the ducking and dodging isn't quite over with. Once the whole show is over, however, she's still there at the edge of the area. Eyes are back to normal, for the most part, and she openly stares - not just at the woman herself, but her attire. "Would you like to tell me what all of /that/ was about?" she coughs.
Ysabelle	One breath... Two, and the woman in shining latex seems able to talk again. "Dimensional tear, I was closing it." Her voice holds an odd accent, Western European certainly, but not quite placable to a specific country therein'. "I'm glad you didn't get hit, that could have been rather painful." Only then does she turn her head to actually /see/ the other woman. And her mouth drops open. It's a good two second stare before the magus manages to close it again and ask; "So... You're a meta human? Or mutant?" She has no idea if that's polite or not, and lacking a skirt to curtsy properly the woman adds; "I'm Ysabelle Orion, Arch Magus." By way of belated introduction.
Tigra	Tigra's nose wrinkles in Ysabelle's direction, but it's not from distaste. Rather, it seems she's attempting to get a scent as her tail lashes a couple times behind her before she's back to a fully upright position, having presented a shorter, smaller target for the lightning previously. "Yeah, /that/ sounds like a lot of fun." Whether she's talking about the rift or getting struck is unclear for the moment. "I'm a cat," she states plainly, a twinkle of something momentarily playful passing across her expression. "Not a mutant, though. It's complicated..Ysabelle Orion, Arch Magus," she finishes, using the full title, a curious look following. "Nice show."
Ysabelle	As her breathing slows, so too does her posture return to the norm of back straight, hands resting lightly against her lower belly, one over the other. "Well it's a pleasure to meet you anyway Miss..." The word hands there for a few moments, bringing awareness to the point that Tigra still hasn't introduced herself with a name yet. "That was a dimensional tear, I was closing it." There, brief and to the point, though it probably answers all the questions. "Miss Orion is fine, no need to say the whole thing." She adds, her smile turning mildly maternal as she watches the cat-woman nearby. "I'm sorry you got caught so close to it... How come you're out this way anyway?"
Tigra	Tigra's still got a somewhat wilder look to her after all of that, not yet coming back down from all the excitement of dodging lightning, or having it blocked. That probably wasn't on her bucket list. The tail continues to this way and that with her steps as she begins to make her way closer. "Yeah, you said that already," she replies gently enough about closing the dimensional tear, a briefly amused expression showing up before she adds, "And that's better. Fewer syllables. Anyway, I felt like getting out of town to enjoy some sun. I was leaving when all of this happened." She gestures around the two of them, but comes to squint. "So why are you in all that?" The feline indicates the outfit.
Ysabelle	"Did I?" The Magician puts a hand to her head, seeming to waver slightly until her other hand rests once again on the tree. "I must have tired myself out more than I thought..." It was probably all those extra shields for the Tigress, that was certainly not an energy expenditure that she'd foreseen. But then the woman is commenting on her dress, which has her looking down before flushing a soft pink at the cheeks. "Oh... There are always electrical discharges when doing this. The rubber means if I'm not quick enough to block something, I might still survive the impact." Becuase...well... rubber!
Tigra	"You did," Tigra points out with some of that amusement still lingering, her arms crossing in front of her. In comparison, her coloring and stripes are almost fully on display, save the two articles of clothing she's in, neither of which would have helped her deal with lightning. Then it dawns on her. "Oh, right. An insulator against electricity. I wasn't thinking about that." Boldly, as she is sometimes prone to being, she advances the rest of the way to grasp at a couple of the wide strips of material, getting a feel for the texture and scent of it. Cats have to smell everything, after all.
Ysabelle	It's a thick, hand-span wide length of rubbery latex. Oddly though it's also shiny, meaning the wearer (or someone at least) went through the effort of actually polishing the dress. "That is the idea yes..." The woman offers with a smile, eyes widening only slightly as Tigra starts pawing at her dress. "Uh... If you like I can show you where I had it made?" Because rubber perishes over time, none of these 'support dresses' seem to last very long. Not least because they get damaged...
Tigra	Tigra lets go after satisfying her curiosity, her tail curling down near a leg before the tip waves slowly side to side. "It seems to have worked," she offers, just a brief observation. "Held up well, too." After looking back up to the woman's face, which she scrutinizes for a few more seconds, the striped feline rolls her shoulders in a shrug, shaking her head. "Prrrrrobably not," she answers, drawing the first syllable out like she's considering it one way or the other. "Not really my thing, and I'd rather not stick around here for another one of those rifts to open up again." She's holding up a hand to wave. "Besides, I drove in."
Ysabelle	"Oh, well yes of course." Ysabelle smiles, producing a small vellum card with a tiny bloodstone imbedded in it, no more than the size of a pinkie-nail. Itself appearing nothing more than affectation as on the card is her name, and a mobile phone number. "Just in case you /do/ see another one... Or changed your mind." She smiles gently, not forcing the woman to take it, but not withdrawing her hand either until she's either taken it, or made it plain she won't. "Until the next time then..." She says by way of parting words.