[ Pragia. It's all sterile, white walls and clinical looking men in bleached lab coats with clipboards and something that just seems off in their eyes.
In one violent moment, there's a loud crack and a clatter of a clipboard hitting the floor and the whitewash walls of the facility are marred with bright, traumatizing crimson. In the still open door to a cell with a one way reflective mirror, a desk with memories scratched into the underside of it and a bed terrified night had been spent in, Jack still stands, now a decade and some change older. Here eyes go a little mad at the memory - it's too vivid, too real for a dream. ]
What the fuck... What the fuck!?
[ But there's no time for her to expound further on that line of thought, because the riot is coming - facility guards and children, rioting, along with them. Various inane things are shouting 'I will destroy you!' 'Prepare to die!', but Jack here's none of it as she rips through them, sending off biotic barrages. It doesn't phase her what they are, the age, the fact she's much older than them now. There's only the stoic survivalism as a teenage girl is slammed into a wall, a sickening crack coming from her before the body falls limp to the floor. No hesitation as the same is down to the guard behind her. ]
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In one violent moment, there's a loud crack and a clatter of a clipboard hitting the floor and the whitewash walls of the facility are marred with bright, traumatizing crimson. In the still open door to a cell with a one way reflective mirror, a desk with memories scratched into the underside of it and a bed terrified night had been spent in, Jack still stands, now a decade and some change older. Here eyes go a little mad at the memory - it's too vivid, too real for a dream. ]
What the fuck... What the fuck!?
[ But there's no time for her to expound further on that line of thought, because the riot is coming - facility guards and children, rioting, along with them. Various inane things are shouting 'I will destroy you!' 'Prepare to die!', but Jack here's none of it as she rips through them, sending off biotic barrages. It doesn't phase her what they are, the age, the fact she's much older than them now. There's only the stoic survivalism as a teenage girl is slammed into a wall, a sickening crack coming from her before the body falls limp to the floor. No hesitation as the same is down to the guard behind her. ]