[Kyna's head tilts as she listens, the image appearing in her mind as he "draws". Okay, sometimes the implants are super useful.
Speaking of which, she's... actually kind of okay with this. This is something she can do, which is more than a relief after being totally useless in that fucking sim.]
Spooky spooky. Got it.
[She's definitely calling it that from now on. Impulsively, Kyna reaches out to give his wrist a squeeze, avoiding the empathy bond this time.]
Don't get crushed while I'm gone, okay?
[It's flippant, but she actually kind of hates the idea of leaving him in here. If only she could make him intangible too. But... whatever. Okay. Just a second of focus and then her chest glows, and she feels that strange little disconnect, like suddenly everything is a bit less real. It's not the freefall adrenaline rush of magic, but it's something.
Kyna slips right through the debris, Kitty Pryde style, and is relieved to find that the other side isn't as bad as she expected. It's a leg of the triangle rather than those beautiful scribbles. The glow in her chest fades as she becomes solid again, and she wiggles her way between the wall and the chunk of ceiling, pushing herself through to the other side. She's fully aware that she's not very big or strong, especially not compared to Ian, and so she has to press her back against the wall and shove the fallen panel with her legs, then push it the rest of the way until the door is free. Thank god there's nothing too heavy involved.
And thank god the metal doorframe hasn't warped. The door sticks for just a second, but Kyna's able to yank it open with an obnoxious squeak.]
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Speaking of which, she's... actually kind of okay with this. This is something she can do, which is more than a relief after being totally useless in that fucking sim.]
Spooky spooky. Got it.
[She's definitely calling it that from now on. Impulsively, Kyna reaches out to give his wrist a squeeze, avoiding the empathy bond this time.]
Don't get crushed while I'm gone, okay?
[It's flippant, but she actually kind of hates the idea of leaving him in here. If only she could make him intangible too. But... whatever. Okay. Just a second of focus and then her chest glows, and she feels that strange little disconnect, like suddenly everything is a bit less real. It's not the freefall adrenaline rush of magic, but it's something.
Kyna slips right through the debris, Kitty Pryde style, and is relieved to find that the other side isn't as bad as she expected. It's a leg of the triangle rather than those beautiful scribbles. The glow in her chest fades as she becomes solid again, and she wiggles her way between the wall and the chunk of ceiling, pushing herself through to the other side. She's fully aware that she's not very big or strong, especially not compared to Ian, and so she has to press her back against the wall and shove the fallen panel with her legs, then push it the rest of the way until the door is free. Thank god there's nothing too heavy involved.
And thank god the metal doorframe hasn't warped. The door sticks for just a second, but Kyna's able to yank it open with an obnoxious squeak.]
Tada.