[hr][hr][center][h1][color=Plum]Sofia Rousseau - Noctera[/color][/h1][/center][hr][hr]
[h3]Sheltered Training Area[/h3][hr][right][b]The Hollow City of Discipline[/b][/right]
Sofia could be seen fiddling with and adjusting the fit of her admittedly snug costume on route to the training facility. Not that she didn't on some level fret over how it looked and felt to a reasonable extent, but in the grand scheme of things any gripes she had were fleeting and really couldn't take her mind off of all the butterflies in her stomach for very long. The sight of the immense installation in all its glory wouldn't at all help in that regard as it turned out, and she just about shrunk in the wake of its looming scale as they all entered.

While at first taken aback by the rising training grounds in the form of a replicated metropolis, her gaze didn't stray too far from the suitably massive ceiling that enclosed it all. Her wings trembling restlessly under the thought of a personal flight of fancy of hers; such milestones seemed so far away from where she stood, but after today she'll be one step closer... with any luck.

Speaking of which, after the intense rush of the trial's start had subsided a little, she would then be frozen in subtle dismay as Abigail offered to spearhead some kind of collaborative effort at a relatively quiet place to the side. Even if she wasn't told so directly, Sofia's mind would hearken back to the past two weeks worth of broken writing utensils (two of which were pens), lunchroom accidents, flying pigeons with suspiciously impeccable aim, and one minor wardrobe malfunction that she'll nevertheless take to the grave.

The offer needn't have been genuine for Sofia to feel guilty in disregarding it, and quietly she headed out on her own to a nearby apartment building roof, fluttering first to the top of a semi, then to a higher tree branch, then to a fire escape, all with no trifling amount of effort before perching herself on greater and greater vantage points overlooking the city. She needed to seek out conflicts of her own to handle, to stand out from the others, lest she fail to prove she deserves to be here.

[h3][sub][b]Nearing Construction Block[/b][/sub][/h3][hr][right][b]City Trial Run - Part 1[/b][/right]
[b](14 Minutes Remain)[/b]
Breaking up a few looters seemed easy enough when she started. But when the getaway driver started to flee the scene in the loaded pickup truck with another goon on the back, Sofia immediately felt as though she'd lost control of the situation. In the coming moments, hindsight would hit her hard as she frantically struggled to stay upright against the relentless pull of her right arm's silk thrower, the piercing head of which had been shot through the car's roof, the spike anchoring her in for their desperate escape.

Almost immediately, her wings battled against the torrent of rushing air until she was being drawn along like a very unsteady kite. Trees, telephone polls, lamp posts: all this an more she forced herself to maneuver around, a hastily preformed horizontal run along the second story of an office complex before the thug at the back attempted the proactive approach towards getting her off their tail for good.

The line was already quickly drawing Sofia close, but the synthetic criminal's move to rip away the cord at its head just about made time screech to a halt, her heart in her throat as with an arcing reach of her other arm, she let the second silk thrower loose. This time, the lash ripped through the air with a terrible crack and coiled around the perp's calf. Then with an equally dire motion, her arm reeled back, causing the dummy to collapse down legs first into the tail gate, which gave way under the blunt force and opened for the hapless criminal facsimile to violently tumble off the speeding truck, followed almost immediately by the majority of the simulated electronic goods they stole.

[color=Plum]I have been far too sloppy thus far. But if I can just put an end to this getaway, then I should be fine.[/color] She anxiously supposed while falling onto the roof, her arms grasping at the edges for stability. Course, no sooner had she done so than had the vehicle started swerving wildly to force her off, her antennae, hair and fluffy collar rustling as she lowered her head over the slanted windshield. [color=Plum]Easier said than done![/color] She was more than a little annoyed when the driver activated the wipers as they almost slapped her, but she was more alarmed over how erratic it was driving and she certainly couldn't withstand the g-forces for much longer.

[color=Plum]If only I were stronger, perhaps I could break and force my way in, but as it stands I will not make it in time...![/color] Sofia bewailed to herself, thoughts racing until she noticed a jagged crack in the windshield that was evidently from when the spike of her silk thrower penetrated through the roof and looked to almost do the same to the front pane. Shaken, she swallowed a lump in her throat, glancing at her billowing right arm. [color=Plum][i]Unless...[/i][/color]

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The construction block proper is one of copious steel beams, purposefully unfinished foundations and scaffolding overlooking gravel mounds and heavy machinery. It was also the backdrop of a tense hostage situation, with several armed thugs guarding four kneeling and cowering civilians divided among the three floors of an underdeveloped, open framework building (two at ground level and one for each subsequent level). It was fairly obvious how this ordeal was supposed to be approached, but that made it all the more unexpected when the getaway truck plowed through the surrounding fence and into an unsuspecting thug prior to slamming straight into a sizable heap of gravel. Sofia, who was still on the roof at the time, was sent flying under a wave of dirt and smoke, managing to flap her wings just barely enough to lessen her rolling fall. She felt thoroughly sick by the time she got up, the situation dawning on her in seconds.

Things have definitely not gone according to plan. While she reckoned she could draw a few of the patrolling guards away, getting to the hostages located in the framework building near the center of the construction site would be even more difficult to manage. What's more, Sofia sported a few more cuts and bruises for this one, and needless to say her suit was a lot less pristine than when she started.