( It's high key villainy, as set up by a seventeen year old girl. There is a light in the distance behind MK - down a pathway, and beyond what looks like another giant reinforced door, and MK awkwardly shifts her weight from one foot to the other. Her words come out in an awkward, shambling rush: )
Shut the door. We— we should be safe here, but...
( But please shut the door. Just in case. Just to be safe. Keep them safe, keep Beth safe. The door is, arguably, ridiculous, chosen by a survivalist in a country where the Cold War is very much still a thing and where people arrive with random powers. Ideally she'd like to get some sort of power nullifier built into the entranceway that she could activate, but she's not sure how that'd work. A containment field?
That's not the point. Her mind is tripping over her thoughts and distracting her with reinforced doors, when all she really wants to deal with is Beth. Beth alive. Real, solid. She gulps a little, and tentatively rests a hand on Beth's forearm, curling her fingers into the fabric of the sleeve.
Words are hard feelings are terrible please help her. )
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Shut the door. We— we should be safe here, but...
( But please shut the door. Just in case. Just to be safe. Keep them safe, keep Beth safe. The door is, arguably, ridiculous, chosen by a survivalist in a country where the Cold War is very much still a thing and where people arrive with random powers. Ideally she'd like to get some sort of power nullifier built into the entranceway that she could activate, but she's not sure how that'd work. A containment field?
That's not the point. Her mind is tripping over her thoughts and distracting her with reinforced doors, when all she really wants to deal with is Beth. Beth alive. Real, solid. She gulps a little, and tentatively rests a hand on Beth's forearm, curling her fingers into the fabric of the sleeve.
Words are hard feelings are terrible please help her. )