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[stoicloyalty]

Who: stoicloyalty Chane Laforet and you!
When: Backdated a little-- between Monday 26th September and 9th October.
Where: Various sectors around the city.
Summary: As seen in this post. Her new powers are firing her personal thoughts a little all over the place; people get caught in the crossfire; Chane is mortified.
Warnings: emotions~. Sectors/times of day

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Sector 4, early morning (after sirens)

[stoicloyalty]

[ It's a scene she has picked apart in her head enough times that she almost wonders how much of it is still true, amongst the analysis of her own behaviour, the circumstances that led to it, the gradual slope of consequences that followed it. The soft light of the morning rouses the memory anew as Chane sits alone in the boarding-house kitchen with a cup of coffee.

How it felt to clutch the weapon that so often drew blood in a different grip, to spend an unnatural effort scratching into the malleable metal of the train-carriage roof-- scratching out rounded text, a message for a mysterious person. Whether the strength and dexterity needed to perfect the writing or the tense energy that possessed her wore out her knuckles more, she still does not know. But there wasn't time to think about it, back then. On cue, the rattling beneath her feet thins out on the bridge, changing the heavy motions to loud clattering instead; a glance shows her the lake down below, full moon reflected in its still surface. She stares from this height, fearful and uncertain, and when she feels she might simply perish from terror on the spot unless she moves-- she jumps. Hitting the surface of the water forms a blank in her mind-- the end, she supposes, for now. ]