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After her conversation with Angel, Siena was already prepared to leave, the circle flaring to life beneath her feet and her eyes brightening to a faint, blue color before quickly shifting to red as the next names took their place. A perfect teleporter, a name only used once before. Linked with unpleasant memories...no, not unpleasant. It had been...[i]nice[/i] then, hadn't it? It was the second name that she held near and dear to her. She'd pulled it numerous times before, had an intimate understanding of how long, how strong, how very near and dear it was to her. Always when she was alone. Always when she didn't know any other way to pull herself together other than to give herself something to--

[i]'[color=ff57ff]Focus.[/color]'[/i]

Without any time to communicate her intentions, Siena quickly took a breath, a strange sensation of [i]knowing[/i] where she was going overwhelming her body. An awareness that dared to seep into her from every direction as instinct overwhelmed her and took the jump away from her rational thought. She should have headed to a place she could survey the situation before making the jump--their opponents weren't likely to have any information on her own skill set, after all--but something pulled hard at her. Brent had relayed enough information. Marcus and Savannah were in trouble, as were any survivors that they might have been able to save. And more importantly, she could catch the faintest traces of something almost addicting.

Yet beyond even that base desire to help her comrades, something dark twisted in the pit of her stomach. Something between fury and fascination, a part of her that had come and gone like a passerby with every name she'd taken in combat, and it was there, twisting, growing, and gnawing at the edges of her conscious thought. By all means, it should have frightened her, and perhaps it would have, if the thought of enjoying the act of giving in wasn't that much more terrifying.

A step into the heat of the moment was sure to take such a feeling away from her, wasn't it? Where she could no longer piece together any psychological reasoning or sort out what parts belonged to her and what didn't--it was only possible when she was [i]doing something[/i]. 

The world snapped back into view through a haze of pink smoke, her eyes trying to adjust to the new scenery. No errors made, she was close enough to see the battle, but--

"[color=ff57ff]Savannah...?[/color]" It was her. There was no doubt, even at Siena's range. In the midst of the combat, her small frame was just...there. Unresponsive. Siena tried to coax a reaction. Line of sight was enough. Nothing. Not even a sense of pain. No. No, no, no, no, [i]no[/i]. 

Finer control. Fewer cracks on the inside.

[i]Not worth it.[/i]

Her body moved, phone still in hand, a numb sensation as she looked for someone, some[i]thing[/i] to blame. She needed it. Someone to blame. Hate. Someone that...she had to find someone. Needed...!

[i]Over there.[/i]

A sweet feeling wrapped its fingers around her, into her. Deep into the nerves, a sickening nectar almost like ambrosia. Pain. She could sense it, identify it. Unknown figures, one of which was being attacked by a face she knew. Hostiles, her mind screamed. [i]Targets[/i]. 

[i]Their fault. Had to be their fault.[/i]

Images of Padma's death tried to replay, as if to try and make her falter, but it didn't work. She wanted someone to break. [i]BREAK.[/i]

So she took the pain that was already present and amplified it, used the rage that had cycled into a serene calm to duplicate the sensation and then tried to drive it into the other unknowns. Used what little rational thought she could salvage to increase the pain from her injuries, stinging lacerations that burned as though she'd rubbed salt into the flesh. It grounded her, provided something that might have been almost euphoric if not for the situation at hand.

It wasn't as strong as he could have been, but it was [i]pain[/i], and at that moment, it was [i]hers[/i].
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Misfit - Bouncing - Capable of transporting self vast distances without telefragging self. The range and accuracy is lower in the less potent form, but should still avoid accidental telefrag. Bouncing cannot be used to transport other living objects with Siena without killing them. Faded shortly after her arrival.

Victor Vale - Pain Manipulation - Capable of sensing, causing, and removing pain. In the state taken, she cannot leave the concept of [i]sensation[/i] when removing pain. Due to weakened potency, Siena can only amplify existing sources of pain or duplicate them to a lesser degree on other targets. In the less potent form, she cannot provide enough output to put typical uninjured parties affected by her pain into shock unless the original source duplicated vastly surpasses the tolerance of her target. In terms of pain relief, she is only able to mitigate pain rather than completely remove it (bar for exceedingly minor injuries).
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