March 11th, 2045 â 10:06 A.M. â Unknown Location, Texas, USA
Yue's eyes fluttered open, though she immediately pressed them firmly shut with a grunt as [Light] stabbed at them, deep into her skull.
She overslept?
The throbbing numbness pulsing down her face and throughout her body reminded her that she was supposed to be in considerable pain.
She over-trained.
Yue sat up... tried to at least, her body wouldn't move, not even to scratch her nose.
"Ugh," she grunted, eyes still closed. She fell asleep in the resistance suit again. For a while she just lay there, feeling [Light] press against her eyelids and drive that dull ache through her sinus cavity before she slowly drew a deep breath and drew out her strength... carefully! Careful now... She could already hear Sairyn's nagging. "I'm not replacing that wall again," he would snip. Though when she still couldn't move even after reaching their normal training threshold she gave a confused squeak.
Fell asleep in the resistance suit... on its highest setting?
Yue groaned... and after what felt like hours of deliberation she decided that calling Sairyn for help was out of the question. She'd never hear the end of this. Showing up a couple hours late could be blamed on her addiction to Final Odyssey but if Sairyn had to come find her it'd be worse than if she'd just called... the nagging. The improved joints weren't supposed to just fail randomly while under stress, so the suit should restrain her enough to prevent another "wall incident" with her neighbor.
Fuck it. Full power.
Yue drew breath, reaching deep inside her core for that simmering crimson star she normally kept under tight regulation and undid the limiters restricting its flow... and braced herself. The build up was slow at first, but her muscles burned as the tendrils of fire slithered through her body and re-activated dormant connections. She felt her body lurch against the restraints, and a crack slowly spread in the plaster of the wall next to her bed as it was pummeled by the unseen force of her strength.
Yue sat up. Slowly. The creak and groan of the restraints loud in her ears as it was brought near its breaking point. She could feel microscopic cracks spidering their way through the casing, then filling in almost immediately, reinforced by... something, as though it were trying to compensate... Tinker tech. She rested her face in her hands, unconsciously squeezing her eyes against the [Crimson] as it pressed against everything in the room. It pushed uncomfortably against her closed eyes and she grunted at the annoying repeated slam of shutters through the open window as the [Crimson] blasted through the opening like a pressurized tea-kettle.
Wait. Shutters? Her apartment didn't have shutters. She examined the layout of the room a little more closely as shown by the [Crimson] through her closed eyes.
"Unfamiliar ceiling..." she muttered after a long time.