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Sector Six of the BSL habitats: the nocturnal sector 'NOC'.
If anyone just so happened to be near this place, they would find it hardly befitting of its name at that particular moment. Instead, one of the larger rooms of the sector, recently abandoned by the area's normal inhabitants for fear of their own safety, was a brilliant clusterfuck of a rainless, thundering hailstorm; winding bolts of electricity lit the place easily and chunks of ice lashed out at various objects strewn about the place, jostling larger objects and easily throwing smaller ones about from the impact of the blows. Somewhere in the center of it all, if one could see through the tempest, was the silhouette of a girl, seemingly commanding the storm itself.
That girl was hardly happy at all. No, instead, she was angry. Outright livid, even, taking out her frustrations by using her Techniques on the various items scattered about the room. She had been like this for at least the past four hundred fifty beats-nearly half a day-and her storm was, in all honesty, showing no immediate sign of slowing.
Would anyone dare to approach her in this state?
If anyone just so happened to be near this place, they would find it hardly befitting of its name at that particular moment. Instead, one of the larger rooms of the sector, recently abandoned by the area's normal inhabitants for fear of their own safety, was a brilliant clusterfuck of a rainless, thundering hailstorm; winding bolts of electricity lit the place easily and chunks of ice lashed out at various objects strewn about the place, jostling larger objects and easily throwing smaller ones about from the impact of the blows. Somewhere in the center of it all, if one could see through the tempest, was the silhouette of a girl, seemingly commanding the storm itself.
That girl was hardly happy at all. No, instead, she was angry. Outright livid, even, taking out her frustrations by using her Techniques on the various items scattered about the room. She had been like this for at least the past four hundred fifty beats-nearly half a day-and her storm was, in all honesty, showing no immediate sign of slowing.
Would anyone dare to approach her in this state?