[ She's going to put that down as a singularly unpleasant experience, particularly as she had no control over it and hadn't expected it to take as long as it did (despite that time not being so great). Had that all happened without her first interrupting the process, Brett would have had to deal with intense questioning after the fact, if, well, the third party hadn't been there.
Thankfully stalling him out by being concerned for his welfare and having a live Stalker on their collective hands meant that when they were suddenly inside the biome, in the lab, Ellana manages to keep her feet, push aside the sense of nausea, and only stare for a moment or two as the stranded, eleven foot long fish out of water struggled and thrashed against tendrils of barely tangible shadow-smoke-who knows what it is anyway. The water the Stalker had been surrounded with hadn't managed to tag along for the travel process, but once they were all more firm again, it cam crashing down alongside the barrier itself. She was going to have to work on that: she didn't generally try to hold a barrier around elements. It was odd enough to adapt to temporary containment when it was meant as a protective element.
So they're there, water sloshing around their ankles, giant fish thrashing around while Ellana slides toward the largest tank, throwing her left shoulder into moving the massive covering to the side. It's unlocked, and once it starts to shift, she steps back and energizes it into moving backward. With the top off, she turns back to the spectacle of Brett (the yet to be named) and the Stalker: young man and large fish, a tale best told by people not currently present.
She's not looking forward to the headache she's about to get, but it's not like either of them can lift a creature that size into the tank as is. Brett might be able to phase it through part, but without much time to discuss (it's a fish out of water, there's no way that's good), she opts for on the spot pragmatism: slamming one spell into the water with enough force to temporarily energize it and toss the fish up and toward the tank.
... If it makes it in or not is probably going to be dependent on Brett's capabilities. ]
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Thankfully stalling him out by being concerned for his welfare and having a live Stalker on their collective hands meant that when they were suddenly inside the biome, in the lab, Ellana manages to keep her feet, push aside the sense of nausea, and only stare for a moment or two as the stranded, eleven foot long fish out of water struggled and thrashed against tendrils of barely tangible shadow-smoke-who knows what it is anyway. The water the Stalker had been surrounded with hadn't managed to tag along for the travel process, but once they were all more firm again, it cam crashing down alongside the barrier itself. She was going to have to work on that: she didn't generally try to hold a barrier around elements. It was odd enough to adapt to temporary containment when it was meant as a protective element.
So they're there, water sloshing around their ankles, giant fish thrashing around while Ellana slides toward the largest tank, throwing her left shoulder into moving the massive covering to the side. It's unlocked, and once it starts to shift, she steps back and energizes it into moving backward. With the top off, she turns back to the spectacle of Brett (the yet to be named) and the Stalker: young man and large fish, a tale best told by people not currently present.
She's not looking forward to the headache she's about to get, but it's not like either of them can lift a creature that size into the tank as is. Brett might be able to phase it through part, but without much time to discuss (it's a fish out of water, there's no way that's good), she opts for on the spot pragmatism: slamming one spell into the water with enough force to temporarily energize it and toss the fish up and toward the tank.
... If it makes it in or not is probably going to be dependent on Brett's capabilities. ]
There!