[The momentary distraction is enough for her to scramble back up to her knees as the smoke washes over her, bringing a heavy scent that's both alien and familiar to her. It occurs to her suddenly how clear the air on this station had been. Only now noticing the lack of smoke in the air, a smell she'd grown accustomed to over her whole life.
Her hand tightens around the bit of shrapnel, feeling it bite into her fingers. The request had been not to kill anything, but is that even possible here? She'd been told that everything here is a projection, but she doesn't know what that's supposed to mean, can it be stopped?
It turns out to be something of moot point when she feels a hand close around her arm and yank her away with surprising strength.]
Wha-- hey!
[She stumbles out, half-dragged, half-scrambling to her feet. Her first instinct is to pull her arm free but with a glance backwards she realizes he has the right idea and she lets it go. Running is a much better move, isn't it? Shaking her head, she drops her pewter to a lower burn to keep those cuts from catching up to her and just runs for it, keeping an eye on their back as the bear thrashes and rages in the smoke.
Raging that fades away behind them as they flee out into the hallway again.]
no subject
Her hand tightens around the bit of shrapnel, feeling it bite into her fingers. The request had been not to kill anything, but is that even possible here? She'd been told that everything here is a projection, but she doesn't know what that's supposed to mean, can it be stopped?
It turns out to be something of moot point when she feels a hand close around her arm and yank her away with surprising strength.]
Wha-- hey!
[She stumbles out, half-dragged, half-scrambling to her feet. Her first instinct is to pull her arm free but with a glance backwards she realizes he has the right idea and she lets it go. Running is a much better move, isn't it? Shaking her head, she drops her pewter to a lower burn to keep those cuts from catching up to her and just runs for it, keeping an eye on their back as the bear thrashes and rages in the smoke.
Raging that fades away behind them as they flee out into the hallway again.]
... I think we're clear.