[center][h2][color=goldenrod][b]"Parkinson" - Subject 332[/b][/color][/h2]

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Panicked, Parkinson felt her body go somewhat numb - a massive contrast to her perpetual state of pain - developing a form of vertigo as she stared deeply into the abyss that would be the miasma coating her member. It was pitch black, with malevolent feel to it, as if it were sucking all the life and joy of everything around her. It was certainly foul, and yet when she tried to comprehend it, she would not be overwhelmed with the repulsive sensations brought upon by the aura. No, the more she stared into the darkness, the more she could envision a concrete idea of what death would be. The ending of absolutely anything, whether living or not. A depressing thought indeed, but one she'd be stuck with until ...

A wild Boomi appeared to dunk the blondie's hand into the nearby small river. The shock would snap Parkinson back into reality and free her from the sickening thoughts. The sudden contact with another individual, while she couldn't process it correctly, left her somewhat uncomfortable. Her skinny frame having little to no strength to withstand the force of the trap's intervention, she truly felt vulnerable despite understanding that this initiative would only have occurred out of pure concern and benevolence. Concepts she still had a hard time to deal with even in sure a dire situation, but there'd be no time to ponder. 

While Parkinson did stop struggling, there'd be good reason for Boomi to do so after what he'd witness. The water, the vegetation, the stone, the mud, all of it would seem to start vanishing. Almost as if the water had unnaturally evaporated in that small area, the surrounding water in which the taller female's ability had not grasped yet would attempt to fill in the emptiness, only to end up filling the deep cavity formed by Parkinson's aging power having spread toward the muddy bottom and even the bedrock. The border of the river would also seem to be evaporating, thought he phenomenon would seem a whole lot different. Portions of the earth and vegetation would appear to disintegrate into specs of dust flying away until their completely broke down to invisible levels. The process was fast, and would take a very efficient eye to see the matter's stages of decomposition before it disappeared into nothing. 

All Pakinson could envision at that very moment would be the 'death' of all these things she came into contact with. More precisely, when they would die. When they would inevitably succumb to the hazard that is time in an imperfect environment. A thousand years? A million? A billion? She could see it all, the morbid effects of her ability if she were to will such absurd accelerations. Parkinson had accidentally applied an overwhelmingly strong leap in time on what she had just touch, and eventually, it spread like gangrene to what surrounded it. Heck, even a small portion of their small metal island would be devoured by the corrosive nature of the concept she wielded. 

As such, with the rotting spreading toward the two feminine individuals, the blonde would stumble backwards out of reflex, fearing she'd infect herself if she were to have contact with any of this. Boomi would be greeted with the girl falling backwards in attempt to have both of them pull away. 

"[color=goldenrod]Ugh ... Sorry ... I- ... Oh no.[/color]"

That same hand, still coated in that gloomy torch of blackness, would be slapped on her very own chest. Jumping forward to avoid having Boomi suffer the fate of these poor inanimate objects, she quickly inspected her attire and was ready to get rid of it before it some how killed her. But some how, nothing was happening. Was it because she didn't will its application? Or was it because she couldn't affect herself, and by extension, her clothes? Nonetheless, her heart was pounding in a rate far higher than the average person's should be. 

"[color=goldenrod]Hmmm ...[/color]"

[color=goldenrod][i]Survival? Can't say we're doing a good job at that so far.[/i][/color]

By then the eerie voice had finally given them some instructions. While Parkinson didn't quite know what to make of it, Reina's addition to the whole thing only get the blonde to squint right at her, eyes narrowed with a dull look. 

"[color=goldenrod]No kidding.[/color]"

A comment directed to the idea that the bizarre event they had just witnessed would have something to do with Parkinson's power. Though it was indeed thought provoking. Now somewhat afraid of her very hand, the curly haired blonde would appear to keep her hand extended a certain distance from her body while the other would grasp the corresponding wrist, as if she were afraid her hand would have developed some sort of sentience. 

"[color=goldenrod]I ... Really have no idea what this is. When I think of powers, I think of flying, super strength, turning invisible. Something simple and fun. But this? What is THIS?![/color]"

She didn't seem to be addressing anyone in particular, but she did present her hand to the group of 'females' she'd be involved with. The girl was confused, unsure what to do concerning this power she had absolutely no understanding of. Sure, she had a few hints regarding everything's 'end', but that'd barely qualify as a clue to someone who had JUST been born. All it entailed, for now, was fear painted all over her expression.