When a mysterious message arrives to Latula’s inbox, she’s playing Minecraft in her block— and, as soon as it does, grey magic sets to work.
Within seconds, one body has become two, through a process as mysterious as it is magical; before either of them know what’s happening, Beforan Latula stands before Alternian
Latula Redglare, both separate from the other.
It takes them both many several long seconds to process what’s just happened, and to clear the momentary fuzz left in their head by the separation; once that’s done, though, the younger Pyrope is the first to make a move—
by grabbing up the husktop with the game still playing, and darting out of the room before her Alternian self can stop her.
The once-Neophyte is left staring at the closed door, brows furrowed in irritated bafflement. Momentarily, she takes her tablet from a nearby desk, and uses it to log into trollian.
Meanwhile, Latula makes her way outside with as much speed as she can muster, and once there, leans against a wall with a pleased huff. Sliding down to sit in the grass, she opens the (purloined?) husktop, minimizes the paused game, and opens up her dash.