[ When there's nothing else to do on a station on the Moon, sometimes you just have to explore; for sanity's sake, if nothing else.
She's trying her best not to disturb the areas around her, her hands tucked against her sides as she peruses the strange, dead plants and machinery. A part of her wonders if she could bring it back--temporarily of course, she isn't so powerful, but every little bit could help. And Miranda's woefully tired of being useless.
She catches something in the corner of her vision, turning her head to catch it, but it's gone, leaving only a nagging sense of wrongness. She swallows and tucks her hands tighter against herself. ]
This place has been...[ She grasps for a proper word, sure she's being paranoid (again, or so she hopes). ] unused for some time, right?
B. Trapped Nov. 2-3
[ Curiosity killed the cat, and Miranda's doing a damn fine job of joining it. She's managed to Invoke her Time Halt, but she's cornered at the end of a dead-end hallway, flinching each time the creatures rush and harrow her little bubble of safety. Panic's setting in, something's she's trying desperately not to give in to, but they're not akuma, they're not over-powered soldiers and not even her brief and frantic Time Reverse has gotten them to a state where they can see reason.
She can't even call for help--she lost her tablet weeks ago, and never managed to find a replacement. Some small part of her knows she'll be fine as long as her concentration holds, but she's trapped and she knows it. ]
Miranda Lotto | Various | Open!
[ When there's nothing else to do on a station on the Moon, sometimes you just have to explore; for sanity's sake, if nothing else.
She's trying her best not to disturb the areas around her, her hands tucked against her sides as she peruses the strange, dead plants and machinery. A part of her wonders if she could bring it back--temporarily of course, she isn't so powerful, but every little bit could help. And Miranda's woefully tired of being useless.
She catches something in the corner of her vision, turning her head to catch it, but it's gone, leaving only a nagging sense of wrongness. She swallows and tucks her hands tighter against herself. ]
This place has been...[ She grasps for a proper word, sure she's being paranoid (again, or so she hopes). ] unused for some time, right?
B. Trapped Nov. 2-3
[ Curiosity killed the cat, and Miranda's doing a damn fine job of joining it. She's managed to Invoke her Time Halt, but she's cornered at the end of a dead-end hallway, flinching each time the creatures rush and harrow her little bubble of safety. Panic's setting in, something's she's trying desperately not to give in to, but they're not akuma, they're not over-powered soldiers and not even her brief and frantic Time Reverse has gotten them to a state where they can see reason.
She can't even call for help--she lost her tablet weeks ago, and never managed to find a replacement. Some small part of her knows she'll be fine as long as her concentration holds, but she's trapped and she knows it. ]