A chemist stands at a desk at her lab, closely watching a reaction to ensure nothing goes wrong.
Not that anything would be too bad even if something did. All she's making is trithioacetone, what could go wrong? The substances mix and mingle under her close watch, and-
...A particularly potent smell reaches her nose, signifying that something did go wrong. Horribly so, in fact.
Thioacetone. The worst smelling chemical on earth. Most likely, in just a moment, everyone in half a mile, or to the more civilized folk, 0.75 kilometres, will be very well aware of this mistake within minutes if she doesn't do something about it quickly. Well, it's just another failure, and it wouldn't be the first one she's done around here. It's not like things could get worse.
Or at least, that's what it almost seemed like for a moment. A near-deafening bashing sound rings out from behind her. Someone knocking on her door rather hard, most likely. "Ya in there, Lavender, lassie?" Oh, it's just her neighbor. "Of course, I just ran into a little bump in this experiment! Come on in, if you want to lend a hand!"
And that he does. The door swings open, and the man steps through. His face is between green from sheer disgust and red from rage. "Is something wrong?" The chemist asks, before noticing one tiny, little detail.
The man has a gun. Shit, she really shouldn't have moved to America. Why did she do that in the first place? "Come on lassie, are you really scared of a little peashooter?" The man grips the pistol tightly, and the chemist just stares. "Listen. I could tolerate the time ya blew up the whole fookin' apartment block. I can tolerate the time I had to rush out of the apartments 'cause of the poison gas. But this? This fookin' smell? This's too much. Either ya leave, or..." He raises the gun. "I make yeh."
Lavender panics, trying to think of an excuse. "Alright, I'll just get this fixed up, and I'll g-" A bang, and a warm feeling down her side. "I wasn' askin' to wait, lassie." The pissed off man continues to threaten. Did Lavender even bother to remember his name? Nope. That'll make defusing this situation just that bit harder.
She puts up her hands. "Hey, can't we just handle this a bit differently?" She tries to take a step forward, but her legs give out from the exertion. It seems that she's not doing too well with the new injury... And a burning feeling starts to resonate from around her heart. The pissed off neighbor makes his way towards her, lowering the gun towards her head. "Nae."
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And then everything went dark.
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Lavender opens her eyes, quickly shutting them again after. Generally not the best idea to stare at the sun. Or at least, whatever she thinks is the sun.
She sits up, before slowly opening her eyes. "Fuck... Thought I was dead back there-" "You were." A new voice cuts her off. A woman's voice, resonant and calming. Lavender turns to her: Light seems to be radiating from the woman, causing her to flinch back again. Does everything here have to be so damn bright? "...Your cause of death was so unfortunate that I thought to reach out to you, Lavender Wisteria. To give you a second chance."
"...Wait, unfortunate? But thousands of people die from getting shot every year." "...No. You died from a heart attack, caused by the smell of that chemical." Lavender just shuts up, letting that sink in. She quite literally died from the smell. That's how bad it was. "...So, uh, on that second chance thing? I can just... Go back, then?" She waits for a response- "No. I'm giving you a second chance in another world. My world. I will assign my most elite valkyrie, Kara, to help ease you into the world. She should allow you to survive long enough to thrive." The goddess smiles down at Lavender, whose eyes have finally adapted to the light.
"...So, I'm going to another world now? Can you at least tell me some background info before we go?" And the goddess waits a second before responding. "That's Kara's job. Bye." And in a burst of even more blinding light, Lavender finds herself elsewhere. Again. How many times is this going to happen?
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"Fan... För helvete! Den där lufthuvudet av en gudinna..." The first thing that Lavender hears is someone next to her yelling, presumably swearing, not that she understands. "Uh..." She looks over. It's a tall woman, definitely a few inches taller than her, fully clad in armor from the neck down, with a damn spear hanging on her back. That's... somewhat intimidating. But a bit comforting as well, considering that all else she can see around her is woodlands. "Oh, it's you..." The... valkyrie? Lavender decides to settle with Valkyrie. The valkyrie clears her throat before continuing, acting much calmer now. "I am Kara, and... I suppose that I was supposed to be your guide here, but..." The Valkyrie, Kara, drifts off mid-sentence, not finishing.
"But?" Lavender asks, interested. What's wrong, exactly?
Kara sighs, facepalming. "But this isn't where we were supposed to be. It seems we've ended up in another world entirely."
Contrary to the Valkyrie's disappointment, Lavender only grins. This will do. This will do finely. That's only more room to experiment, if neither of them know.