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| our stories are singular... Join Date: Nov 04, 2008 Posts: 691 | Victoria:Your heart pounding in your chest, the use of your powers suddenly flared within you, as you noticed the activation of a dominant personality. Your power to search out for other minds triggered, and you scanned the area for signs of intelligence. But the structural interference and lack of visibility of the crater hindered your sweep for another human being, preventing you from scouring in as wide of a range as you liked. You still had to overcome the limitations of your environment, and perhaps staying in the crater was not the best of ideas. Yet you couldn’t shake the lingering feeling that something was out there. Maybe it was a walker; you knew from experience that those did not respond to your power. And if they were out there, it would be doubly dangerous for you to stay in the crater—who knows when it would return, or if it would bring some of its friends along. Being in the bottom of a crater was one of the last places you wanted to be in then. Doubt spread across your mind, as you began to wonder if you simply imagined the incident. You didn't notice anyone when you entered the crater, and you failed to notice anyone now. Maybe it was all a figment of your imagination—after all, the cloudy shadows often played tricks on people’s minds, making them see things that were not actually there. Part of you wanted to believe this was the case, but you had the sinking feeling in your stomach that you weren’t alone. |
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