[012] Action - Open
[To say that Lieutenant Sinclair was on edge was an understatement.
The static of the news broadcast was unsettlingly familiar, and word that the Mist had spread worried her. It had come and gone before, but, like Facilier had said... What happened if it came back to stay? Add to that the constant threat it posed to her memories, and now she'd have to deal with... several other things as well.
Still healing ribs or not, she needed a workout. Something to focus and release the growing tension. Something to make her mind stop working for at least a few hours, let muscle memory and combat training take over, rather than all her tactics work. A trained tactician could only get frustrated over facing an enemy they knew nothing about.
Maybe if she was lucky, she thought as she walked across the quad, keeping a look out for others around as she headed to the stadium, she could find someone to join her.]
(No Air Guitar event.)
The static of the news broadcast was unsettlingly familiar, and word that the Mist had spread worried her. It had come and gone before, but, like Facilier had said... What happened if it came back to stay? Add to that the constant threat it posed to her memories, and now she'd have to deal with... several other things as well.
Still healing ribs or not, she needed a workout. Something to focus and release the growing tension. Something to make her mind stop working for at least a few hours, let muscle memory and combat training take over, rather than all her tactics work. A trained tactician could only get frustrated over facing an enemy they knew nothing about.
Maybe if she was lucky, she thought as she walked across the quad, keeping a look out for others around as she headed to the stadium, she could find someone to join her.]
(No Air Guitar event.)