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[diesarock]

WHO: Esper Terra, Esper Mikoto, Bob, and possibly you.
WHERE: THE CITY
WHEN: 3/23 (wednesday) afternoon BECAUSE I AM THE TIMELIEST??
WARNINGS: Probable violence, self-loathing, mild self-harm, bloodshed. (don't worry, everyone gets better)
WHAT: Terra flips her shit!
WORDS: yes

[look down]

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[couldbeavoided]

"No." And he didn't. Bob kept his grip around her tight, struggling against her frantic thrashings but refusing to release her lest she dive back downward and set fire to the City. The wind crackled loudly around them and then silenced, as he flew her higher to where there was no wind to blow.

"You have to stop. You have to stop now."

[diesarock]

"I'm trying!" she shouted, furious and frustrated, head spinning from power and altitude; the blood pumping through her felt molten and glacial. But even with the concession of an answer, she continued thrashing. "Let me go, or I'll—"

A new sensation, there: even with the still quivering power twisting inside her, the pain manifesting as every element possibly could, the pounding, swimming in her head seemed to be getting lighter, but not with alleviation. She closed and forced her eyes open several times, trying to chase the dizziness away.

[couldbeavoided]

"I won't--" Higher and higher, the momentum of his flying blowing his hair across his face. "Let you go. I can't until you stop."

He twisted, nearing the cusp of atmosphere. The dwindling oxygen didn't bother him; he barely noticed it. "What's the matter?"

[diesarock]

It wasn't just that she couldn't think. She could hardly breathe. The hyperventilation and the struggling weren't helping her. He was too strong, and it was a surprise she hadn't snapped her bones in half trying to break that grip. She felt so muddled, she barely recall the names of her spells.

Terra had never learned much about science. Even excusing the limited knowledge of the subject in her own world, Terra had never learned much about any subject, really. What would have been the point, after all? She was specimen more than person in her capture to the Empire, not even permitted her own thoughts outside the capital city. As such, Terra had no way of knowing that the higher up you went from sea level, the less oxygen to breathe. She didn't know it was specifically oxygen that her lungs needed, and had no clue that starving the brain of such would cause it and the rest of her body to shut down.

But she was familiar with the burn of suffocation in this body. "Buh," she gasped, trying to force something out, power growing around her—but her body gave up on her at last, eyes and head rolling back, the white glow dissipating from her hands. They sputtered and died down, but the red-white flames were not completely banished. She glowed like burning charcoal, and felt practically as hot.

[couldbeavoided]

When her body stopped thrashing and burning, Bob circled the sky again, noting that she was unconscious. Not great, but it was the only solution he'd been able to think of without having to fight her.

His brows quirked, concerned, but he swooped back down lower in the atmosphere. He wasn't sure where to leave her that would be safe, and instead sharply turned to fly towards his MAC apartment. It was aesthetically nice in that he and Jessica had taken the time to decorate it, but other than that it was sparsely furnished and clean. He came in through the window, setting her down on the couch. He'd write a note, maybe. That way she wouldn't be surprised when she woke up in a strange room.