[center][color=aquamarine][h2]Aya[/h2][/color][/center]
The chaos on the streets took a moment to really take hold – people couldn't be sure that what was happening was [i]real,[/i] that it was [i]urgent,[/i] that the smoke bomb going off inside was their only warning for the bloodshed that came whenever the Underground was involved. But when they [i]did[/i] realize, the panic was fervent and inescapable. Some people ran, the memory of the massacre fresh in their minds. Others jumped back a short distance and then pulled out their phones, eager to capture the chaos on film. Aya stood frozen, heart in her throat as the sounds from inside the mayor's building reverberated down the street.

"Mom!" A cry snapped her to attention. Aya turned just in time to see a boy no older than twelve dart towards the mayor’s office. On instinct her body unfroze and she took a step after him. 

[color=aquamarine]"Hey!"[/color] Aya faltered though when she had to take another step towards the office. The boy was already gone, having darted through the crowds and over the threshold. A sickening thought shot through her. He was going to die in there. Aya looked around but no one else seemed to notice the stray child charging into the lion's den. After a moment of hesitation, she ran in after him, the only thought in her head that this was the dumbest thing she'd ever done. 

Inside was oddly calm compared to the pandemonium of the street. But Aya supposed that was because the action was happening deeper inside. She crept through the hall, looking for the boy, but the building was deceptively big, with winding hallways. Aya knew what she could do to make this faster – and safer. But her heart seemed to skip a beat at the thought. 

Hiding what she was here would do no good. She'd already exposed her powers once and this was the second Meta spectacle she'd been at this week. What was the point job hiding any more if her power could be of some use? 

After only a moment more of hesitation, Aya closed her eyes. When she opened them again, she was looking at the astral plane. She darted through the walls, searching for the little boy. Growing more frantic by the moment, she passed through the chaos that was the press room, not letting herself stop and witness the madness. Finally she found the boy, running through a hall near the back of the building. Snapping back into her body, Aya dashed in that direction, hoping she could avoid any mess as she did so.