littlekreen
Edgepeasant
ALWAYS THE WINDOW SHOPPER, NEVER THE PRODUCT.
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The telekinetic pulse did Reegan's mind no favors with the temporal ones certain to not be any better. The bramble that formed her mind afire with changes in the flow of energy across the spirit gate behind the new growth of her softwood midriff. Still ignorant of the oncoming reinforcements stared dumbly at the man she'd punched as noises came from someone punching the wall. What had she just been doing?
There was a gun that fired bullets. Did it fire bullets? Were these the bullets? Reegan looked down to pluck a bit of metal from her bust. Still very poorly tethered to the present she tried to remember where the bullet came from as yet another temporal wave approached. As time stopped again the inside of her mind burned as the bramble drew from the soul carin from that moment of infinite slowness. Repeated dragon breaks, the direct manipulation of a time stop from elsewhere on the planet, was not something for which the cycle servant was built to handle well. The Doctor perhaps of some more suited to notice those lightning bolts going from Soul Carin to Reegan whenever she blinked between another place and time.
The man she'd spared by breaking his jaw flits in an instant after just hitting the ground to a puddle of chunky remains that partly coated Reegan from fingertip to shoulder. The pulse unbalanced Reegan's mind and further time stops left her rather unwell.
She gibbers to herself in Japanese while swaying in place above the charnel, (Violator! Violator! Violator! Violator!)
There was a gun that fired bullets. Did it fire bullets? Were these the bullets? Reegan looked down to pluck a bit of metal from her bust. Still very poorly tethered to the present she tried to remember where the bullet came from as yet another temporal wave approached. As time stopped again the inside of her mind burned as the bramble drew from the soul carin from that moment of infinite slowness. Repeated dragon breaks, the direct manipulation of a time stop from elsewhere on the planet, was not something for which the cycle servant was built to handle well. The Doctor perhaps of some more suited to notice those lightning bolts going from Soul Carin to Reegan whenever she blinked between another place and time.
The man she'd spared by breaking his jaw flits in an instant after just hitting the ground to a puddle of chunky remains that partly coated Reegan from fingertip to shoulder. The pulse unbalanced Reegan's mind and further time stops left her rather unwell.
She gibbers to herself in Japanese while swaying in place above the charnel, (Violator! Violator! Violator! Violator!)