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[In her black form, Miranda stumbles out of a door and into a hallway, tripping over her own feet to land in an undignified heap. One of her shoulder's shot to hell, while her skin and clothing are both burned a good ammount. She shifts back to her white form and struggles to her feet, swaying heavily.]
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[She manages a few more steps before she trips again, falling on the floor and all but literally biting her tongue to hold back a scream of frustration.]
((Clearly, Miranda needs to stop picking fights. Back-dated to occur just after the last tag, but this can be hand-waved if you want~ Time paradoxes are a beautiful thing, after all.
Also, placeholder. Because mun needs sleep.))
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[She manages a few more steps before she trips again, falling on the floor and all but literally biting her tongue to hold back a scream of frustration.]
((Clearly, Miranda needs to stop picking fights. Back-dated to occur just after the last tag, but this can be hand-waved if you want~ Time paradoxes are a beautiful thing, after all.
Also, placeholder. Because mun needs sleep.))