Miranda had figured out a few months ago that mid-mornings were the best time for her to get her workouts in- that was when it was least crowded (between the really hard-core athletes early in the morning and the larger, more casual lunchtime crowd). All the better for her, really, since she didn't exactly want people to see some of the things she could do. It meant taking some early morning classes- but since she didn't sleep much and didn't party as much as some of the people in her dorm, it was worth it.
She had just finished her post-workout shower and was on her way out of the lobby when another student frantically rushed in. In the space of a few seconds a crowd was already starting to coalesce around the big-screen TV, which someone had switched to the local news station. The shot was chaotic as heck, which was to be expected, but Miranda thought she recognized the Farmer's Market area. Hadn't Tiffany been headed own there this morning? Miranda thought she remembered a posting on the bulletin board... That's right- she was going; Miranda had ordered a bag of peaches.
She slipped slowly to the back of the room, one eye still on the TV, and pulled out her phone. She stepped out into the hallway and dialed, but the call didn't go through. Moving down the hallway towards the fire stairs, she tried again- then once more as she started up the stairs towards the roof. Still nothing...
By the time she hit the second floor landing, Miranda was running, her sneakers pounding on the metal treads of the staircase. The door out onto the roof was supposed to be locked, but it rarely was- Miranda had used it before, just to sit out on the roof, watching the sky. Today it wouldn't have mattered if the door WAS locked- Miranda bulled through it at speed, reaching into her gym bag for the mask that she had bought a while back. The mask that she had only worn in front of a mirror...
Out on the roof, she turned slowly, looking out towards the city. There- she could see the faint trail of smoke rising, over where the Farmer's Market had been. She took one deep breath, and pulled on the mask- it felt weird... She pulled her sunglasses into place, and reached up to tear the braid out of her hair, shaking it out in one fierce motion. She dragged her hooded sweatshirt out of her gym bag, and as she pulled that on, she took another, deeper breath- this one slow and deliberate. The air around her began to shimmer as she focused- this part was always the hardest; trying to grab hold of the air itself was no simple task, but she HAD been practicing...
After a moment, she felt the air flowing over her skin, and she began to rise into the air. She dropped her gym bag on top of the stairwell shelter, where it would be out of easy sight, then kicked her legs up, and rolled over in the air. Normally she loved to take a little while to revel in the sheer joy of breaking free of gravity's pull- but today there was no time. In the space of seconds she was moving- and not long after that there was another loud booming echoing through the sky...
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1. Dynamic array set with all point to flight, so Flight 9 and Strength 6; Force field is also active; 'Tactile TK toolkit' array not active yet.
2. Full moves at Flight 9 until on scene.
3. Perception and Initiative rolls when arriving- Perception 1d20+3= 11; Initiative 1d20+6= 25; rolls
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