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[hr]𝕎𝕖𝕕: 𝕆𝕔𝕥. 𝟟, 𝟚𝟘𝟚𝟘   / /   𝔹𝕒𝕝𝕕 ℍ𝕖𝕒𝕕 𝕀𝕤𝕝𝕒𝕟𝕕   / /   𝕃𝕚𝕘𝕙𝕥𝕙𝕠𝕦𝕤𝕖   / /  ~𝟘𝟝𝟛𝟝[/center][hr]
[i]’[color=ff57ff]They’re all bloodthirsty idiots.[/color]’[/i] The thought was clear as day. Siena’s eyes found the bookmark she’d laid in place after her training session with the other sin Ground Zero. It felt like eons ago that they had been showcasing their abilities together, piecing together ideas and theories that might work in a hypothetical combat situation. How…quaint and bright, the memory seemed. She’d taken the names a few times over since then—to see how long she could stretch it, to see how quickly she could have it run through her fingers if necessary. It had been harder to see the effects without an actual dragon to put it to use on, but it should have worked. 

Carefully, the mental wall was constructed, a sensation of…nothing washing over her as the name printed itself on her neck. Without any consequences on her emotional state, names didn’t last nearly as long, but in a situation where she only wanted the ability for a brief time, the brunette was certain that it would be a better decision. All she had to do then, was--

[i]SLAM![/i]

The gasp that should have torn from Siena’s lips was drowned, [i]literally[/i], in a torrent of water that struck her like a hose. Her body curled instinctively at the sudden cold that enveloped her, defensively gripping her phone, clutching it tight to her body as she felt her balance give way, sweeping her into the ground, a current knocking her against a tunnel wall enough to jar another breath—no! Not breath, water. Water that burned the incisions her teeth had made against her lip, tasted like salt and filth, water that [i]was going to fill her lungs[/i]. 

Siena coughed once, the only result being the intake of more water in the process of recovery. 

It occurred to her that she should have felt fear, but the gap remained as wide as ever. Fear, guilt, remorse—too hard to feel. The water receded, and Siena coughed. A wet, rattling sound as the sea escaped her with each cough until it didn’t feel as though each breath was coming as air bubbles through a thin pipe. Her body trembled in the aftermath, from the chill, but not from fear, but Siena didn’t pay it heed. The rush hadn’t been severe, those in the tunnels with her were probably fine. She could faintly make out voices through the cacophony in her head, but tuned them out in favor of the immediate thoughts. Cold and rational. Ruthlessly efficient in their presentation. 

The others. They’d been outside. In the tunnels, even with breakneck reactions from the others, the torrent had been powerful enough to knock her off her feet, sweep a girl down the tunnels a short distance. Outside, where there had been no defense…

[i]Callan.[/i]

[i]’[color=ff57ff]God f—shit![/color]’[/i] Frustration overwhelmed the remorse. Failed again. Her failure. Was she dead? Hurt? Worse? Instinctively, Siena looked down at her phone, wiped the droplets off the screen. Someone to track? No, she couldn’t. Not with her current name. God[i]damn[/i] it! Another fire spike. The Arbiter grit her teeth, scolded herself for the rush of emotion, and felt the schism widen further. 

“[color a2d9ce]Transmit. You guys okay in there? We've got three dead-- staff members. Everybody else out here is alive, but we’ve got injuries. Don’t know how bad yet. End transmission.[/color]”

[i]Alive.[/i]

For the second time in one encounter, Siena felt relief, but it wasn’t enough. She released a breath, shuddered against another chill, and focused on the task at hand. The girl ran another spear through her heart, stifled the surge of emotions that she knew wanted to break free, and utilized every remaining ounce of Victor’s residual influence before she reached out with her mind seeking a that familiar presence.

It wasn’t hard when there was only one that could match it on the entire island.

[i]’[color=ff57ff]Found it.[/color]’[/i]

Siena stood to her feet even as she allowed herself to plunge headfirst into a familiar link.