The action seemed as simple as a teleport to a mortal but it was all the more complicated. The rays which cast light and color upon famine bled out in streaks, zapping and blurring downwards in fuzzy pixels of color as she vanished.
Famine, appeared again between her other self in a similar fashion. Both her night dress and ravished locks of her caramel colored hair were left swirling like they had been blown by the breeze in the time shift. The bare soles of her feet pressed firmly into the chapel’s floor, and her toes curled inward as if she were preparing to stand her ground between this dimension’s Heero and herself. Silence fell in the air between them as Famine, with her own shadow looming over her injured form, glowered up at the lightning slayer with deep loathing. Now she remembered why it was she hated his existence so strongly. She cursed him, his guild, and everyone who could have made her better but failed to take the opportunity. They had done more than wronged her. They destroyed her. The reality of it was painful, pain was something she wished to inflict back on them… if only they realized, Fairy Tail, that they only intensified her evolution into this identity-- Famine.
The damned girl stayed still in the silence, mentally gripping the newly acquired weapon between her fingertips: the invisible frays in time. Again, she pondered the reality of this scenario… The theme of her new gift was apparent to her. Like bringing the dead back to life, the alteration of space and its constancy was sinful… but that just added another bullet to the lists of things she’d done when she woke up in the jaws of hell.