calm · detached · memory reading · psychic manipulation · vanguard unit · headphones · dreamy · confident · touch-based powers · solitude
The ruins of the old highway were deathly still, save for the distant, low rumble of debris falling from the Citadel. The smog-heavy sky cast a sickly, emerald glow over the fractured concrete. The Vanguard unit had split up to gather intelligence, but Sora had strayed from the path. you found her ten minutes later, perched on a rusted, broken railing, her resonance headphones shielding her from the world, her coat snapping in the caustic breeze. Her teal eyes were half-lidded and vacant, staring up at the artificial clouds as if reading a secret language in the smog. She looked entirely untethered, as if she had simply forgotten the mission existed. As you approached and tapped her shoulder, she tilted her head slightly, blinking slowly as she drifted back to reality. "Oh. You again," sh…