Khan on the horizon
She had to tell The Shadow. In her mind, Myra could see the leering face of Shiwan Khan clear as day, and he was trying to tell her, Ming Dwan, to come to him. She could feel her feet slip from beneath the covers and hit the cool floor. Like an automaton, she lurched forward, moving toward her bedroom door. It took every ounce of strength as she fought to keep her feet pinned to the floor. She had to go to The Shadow, not Khan.
Khan would be returning, she must prepare the way.
For Myra, it was a titanic feat as she managed to turn, opening the nightstand drawer and taking out the PINpoint. She didn't care which of her apartments she ended up in, she just needed to escape Khan's immediate influence. Without seeing the exact numbers she punched the button as her feet tried to take another lurching step forward, her ankles crossing and sending her falling as she disappeared from her apartment.
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Myra quite literally came sprawling into the middle of the hallway just outside of the Rettigue apartment, clad in a simple nightgown, and blinking. Her pupils were huge, the PINpoint clutched almost desperately in one hand. She lay on the floor, barely breathing when she finally blinked, her eyes slow to focus as whatever spell over her lifts slowly.
With deliberate, almost mechanical motions, she sits up and wraps her arms tightly around her as gooseflesh trace from her toes up to her neck. The PINpoint is abandoned on the floor for now as she struggles to take a moment to realize where she is. Head turning, her face turns bright red as she realizes exactly where she’s landed. This is not where she’d intended.
Still, the fog is slow to clear from her mind as she curls into a more modest sitting position on the floor. She isn’t coherent enough yet, to simply reenter new coordinates, so instead, she picks up the device and uses the wall to stand. The dream that had roused her is difficult to recollect, but what part of her that had been aware enough to fight Khan’s influence knew to grasp for whatever memories she could of the dream, before they faded completely. It felt like trying to grab onto something that had fallen into a bottomless swamp, that threatened to swallow the thing whole. Her form stumbles slowly down the hall as her mind fights to recall the dream before it is wiped from her memory. She has no idea where she's going, but she'll be damned if The Shadow finds her whimpering outside his apartment door.
Khan would be returning, she must prepare the way.
For Myra, it was a titanic feat as she managed to turn, opening the nightstand drawer and taking out the PINpoint. She didn't care which of her apartments she ended up in, she just needed to escape Khan's immediate influence. Without seeing the exact numbers she punched the button as her feet tried to take another lurching step forward, her ankles crossing and sending her falling as she disappeared from her apartment.
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Myra quite literally came sprawling into the middle of the hallway just outside of the Rettigue apartment, clad in a simple nightgown, and blinking. Her pupils were huge, the PINpoint clutched almost desperately in one hand. She lay on the floor, barely breathing when she finally blinked, her eyes slow to focus as whatever spell over her lifts slowly.
With deliberate, almost mechanical motions, she sits up and wraps her arms tightly around her as gooseflesh trace from her toes up to her neck. The PINpoint is abandoned on the floor for now as she struggles to take a moment to realize where she is. Head turning, her face turns bright red as she realizes exactly where she’s landed. This is not where she’d intended.
Still, the fog is slow to clear from her mind as she curls into a more modest sitting position on the floor. She isn’t coherent enough yet, to simply reenter new coordinates, so instead, she picks up the device and uses the wall to stand. The dream that had roused her is difficult to recollect, but what part of her that had been aware enough to fight Khan’s influence knew to grasp for whatever memories she could of the dream, before they faded completely. It felt like trying to grab onto something that had fallen into a bottomless swamp, that threatened to swallow the thing whole. Her form stumbles slowly down the hall as her mind fights to recall the dream before it is wiped from her memory. She has no idea where she's going, but she'll be damned if The Shadow finds her whimpering outside his apartment door.