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Not the week she asked for.
She had managed to survive the questioning from S.H.I.E.L.D. though she had a feeling that they weren't really done when she and the others were released, but not like they knew anything else.
She was still trying to figure out how she had been grabbed from the mansion, though that wasn't where she had been asked to be dropped off in the early morning. At this point she didn't care. The agent that had driven her was still waiting, despite her telling him it would be fine. Ringing for Vincent's place she waited for him to answer hoping he was still up.
That was when her bike decided to try to reconnect with her. It started as a light tingling in the arm with the band, which she shook, hoping it was just nerves. Few seconds later it was burning, actually bringing her to her knees, biting down on her lip she leaned against the doorjamb cradling the arm with her other. By then the Agent had left her, at least she wouldn't be poked and prodded by their medics. She closed her eyes a moment reaching for her cell to try to call home, if Vincent didn't get there soon she was going to get them to pick her up.
"Please... cool it, I know you're angry so am I. Just ease up the link." The words were barely mumbled as her hand fumbled and she dropped her cell, the number for the mansion dialing.
She was still trying to figure out how she had been grabbed from the mansion, though that wasn't where she had been asked to be dropped off in the early morning. At this point she didn't care. The agent that had driven her was still waiting, despite her telling him it would be fine. Ringing for Vincent's place she waited for him to answer hoping he was still up.
That was when her bike decided to try to reconnect with her. It started as a light tingling in the arm with the band, which she shook, hoping it was just nerves. Few seconds later it was burning, actually bringing her to her knees, biting down on her lip she leaned against the doorjamb cradling the arm with her other. By then the Agent had left her, at least she wouldn't be poked and prodded by their medics. She closed her eyes a moment reaching for her cell to try to call home, if Vincent didn't get there soon she was going to get them to pick her up.
"Please... cool it, I know you're angry so am I. Just ease up the link." The words were barely mumbled as her hand fumbled and she dropped her cell, the number for the mansion dialing.
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"I never really thought of it being assigned a gender."
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Damn it Skuld you're not Mira. *Throws muse in her box*
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