Sometime during Laynia's younger years...
It was dark here. The little girl didn't like it. It was cold, freezing even and she couldn't see a thing. There was nothing to hold onto, nothing to keep her grounded. This was why the young girl was flailing about, struggling against...nothing. Her first bout of panic came from her thinking she couldn't breathe. There was nothing familiar about this place, she'd had no reason to believe that there was oxygen here - oxygen that would enable her to breathe easily. But there was oxygen, or so the blonde girl guessed since she was dying or dead from asphyixiation. It was disturbing, for a girl who wasn't even halfway through her teen years to be so familiar with the idea of death already.
But she was. People died all the time. Her mom, her dad...if she even had those... Scientists were killed for screwing up or leaking things. Soldiers would die for security slip-ups or because an experiment or agent-in-training had flipped out or 'accidentally' struck them fatally. The girl knew what blood looked like. She knew what it was to see the light fade from someone's eyes, their life's essence pooling around them as their body cooled. She didn't like it, far from it. But...perhaps she wasn't as accepting of the concept as others thought. Maybe she just didn't know how to react. She had never been taught to mourn the loss of life or to treasure the life she had. Those were lessons she would learn later on.
But that wasn't the issue right now. The issue was this abyss of nothingness she was floating around in. It was, as previously stated, quite cold. It was dark, but not pitch black. Actually, everything had this dark violet color that only borderlined black. It was still dark enough that she couldn't see anything. Perhaps there was nothing to see. It was possible that she was the only one here. The girl had long stopped her useless flailing and panicked cries for her brother. Training be damned, she would most /certainly/ call out for her brother in scary, unfamiliar situations like this. Frightened brown eyes looked around, searching for an exit. She found nothing.
It had been a terrifying experience...getting lost in the Darkforce her first time there. Teleportng had not been her first power, or power application rather. It had been forming objects, not falling through portals.
Her brother was worried.
You couldn't tell from the expression on his face, or lack thereof, but he was. She's gone missing for almost a full day. When she had tumbled out of the Darkforce, wide-eyed, shaking, and suitably traumatized, the scientists had been ready to celebrate. At first, when she'd disappeared, they had panicked. Oh great, she'd been taken or her power had 'eaten'. All that work to
steal harvest her and create a super agent - wasted. There was still the boy, but there had been so much time and money invested! How were they going to explain this??
It was then, in the process of 'explaining this' that the scientists discovered that perhaps not all hope was lost. Laynia's power was of another dimension. The violet energy of her powers was not of the earthen realm, not an element of any kind. Perhaps she had..gone to this realm. If so, all hope was certainly not lost. In fact, this was possibly a gain. A big gain. Teleportation! A new and vastly advantageous power! Of course, the girl would have to be properly..trained. Couldn't have her teleporting away and not returning ever again. That would simply be unacceptable. She would have to be disciplined, very disciplined to not..abuse her powers.
But that wasn't the issue right now. Right now they wanted test results. And so Laynia, trembling and freaked out still, went through tests. Oddly, the familiarity of having her privacy stripped and violated to 'check her health' was somewhat calming. The poking, prodding, blood drawing, pinching, even purposeful wounding - all familiar. Her response was to calm down in the form of zoning out altogether. At some point, they had enough data - for now - to work with. She had been a 'good girl' and was thereby rewarded with a little quality time with her older brother, freshly back from an..exercise.
The boy had frowned at the sight of his sister curled up in the containment cell they send him to directly after exercises. Not that he wasn't happy to see her, just not happy when she looked like...that. Laynia made for a pitiful sight on the floor, dirty and eyelids at half-mast and staring out at nothing. Not that he hadn't seen that before, but she was kind of shaking a little and it was slightly alarming. So was her lack of response to his calls, shaking her shoulder, and lightly tapping her on the face. No dice. All she said was "<I am cold>."
All he could do was carefully gather her into his arms - nothing felt broken - and wait.