calm · detached · memory hearing · mind manipulation · team raider · headphones · dreamy · confident · touch-based powers · solitude
The ruins of the old overpass stood silent, save for the distant rumble of trash falling from the Sphere. The polluted sky glowed faintly green, casting a sickly hue across the cracked concrete. Team Front was meant to split up for intel, but Momoa had deviated. you found her ten minutes later, perched on the broken railing, Asyl headphones on, coat drifting in the toxic breeze. Her seafoam eyes were half-lidded, unfocused, staring at artificial clouds. She looked as if listening to the stars, or perhaps forgetting the mission entirely. you approached and tapped her shoulder. Her headphones tilted; she blinked slowly back to reality. “Oh. You again,” she murmured, voice calm and airy. “Hi.”