[center][h3][b][color=ff48a5]Mary Sue Sullivan[/color][/b][/h3][img]https://image.film.at/images/cfs_landscape_616w_347h/7106616/46-149344534.jpg
[/img][hr][b][color=ff48a5]Location:[/color][/b] Phantasmagoria -> IRL
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	Death. Death was coming and there was almost nothing she could do to stop it. She could feel pain breaking through almost every corner of her body. She knew Dorian had pulled them into the Astral plane to try to save them, but it didn't work, and they were still at risk. She [i]knew[/i] this wasn't real, that her body was in some tank somewhere, and that however it was connected to her brain, it was about to fry her brainstem and turn her into a corpse. She closed her eyes and tried to find the center of herself, believing that her [i]mind[/i] was in both of these places, virtual and real, and she just had to pick which to target.

	Then, at just the right moment, she was hit with a surge of power, and she knew that that was the moment. She wasn't a physicist, but she knew that wherever her constructs formed, they took up [i]space[/i]. Displacing air wasn't a problem, it would move out of the way, but water in a sealed container? It should shatter. And it did, in a snap, her body was reunited with her mind, and she could see her body was surging with some odd power. She wanted to use it, to save her friends, and so she held her hands out to try to crush the monster that was killing them, but she collapsed to her knees in weakness. She gasped for air and felt the oxygen burn down her lungs. Sputtering and spitting up fluid, she realized she'd just come closer to death than ever before.