The day was waning. A girl in her late teens wheeled herself down the streets. Normally if Carol was out and about she would be heading home by now. But she had something to do. It wasn't very long ago that she discovered that her wheelchair had become a magic or power object. How it worked exactly didn't matter as much as the effect. The first transformation was an accident and she nearly destroyed her room with the surprise and sudden increase of strength. This part of town was not the greatest, but most people left her alone most of the time. She had tried to pick out a place that others wouldn't see her.
Stopping outside a warehouse she had some trouble sliding the unlocked door. Thankfully she didn't have to use her arms to control the wheelchair. Once inside it seemed that it was empty. There were quite a few old machines that looked like they hadn't been used in years. Any other day this would sound like a horrible place to be. Closing the door it was time to turn her wheelchair into the armor. Again, how this action occurred wasn't quite known to Carol but as she thought about it she floated into the air.
The object she had been sitting on flexed and warped. Pieces coming apart they seemed to undergo an impossible transformation. Fitting to the girl's body the pieces became durable gold and blue armor. Carol herself underwent minor changes as well. Her messy brunette hair became less wild and turned a faded blonde color while her brown eyes became gray.
Lighting on the ground she nearly fell over. Strength or no it had been seven years since she stood on her own two feet. Carol might have to spend some time just getting used to walking. Landing against a barrel when she tried to push herself back up with her legs she sent the drum and herself flying across the the room. Crashing into the side of the building it left a sizable dent in the corrugated steel walls. It was also none to quiet given her armor slamming against the sides. Holding her breath a bit she more carefully picked herself up. Strangely the impact hadn't hurt and a quick check showed no signs of injury.
Stopping outside a warehouse she had some trouble sliding the unlocked door. Thankfully she didn't have to use her arms to control the wheelchair. Once inside it seemed that it was empty. There were quite a few old machines that looked like they hadn't been used in years. Any other day this would sound like a horrible place to be. Closing the door it was time to turn her wheelchair into the armor. Again, how this action occurred wasn't quite known to Carol but as she thought about it she floated into the air.
The object she had been sitting on flexed and warped. Pieces coming apart they seemed to undergo an impossible transformation. Fitting to the girl's body the pieces became durable gold and blue armor. Carol herself underwent minor changes as well. Her messy brunette hair became less wild and turned a faded blonde color while her brown eyes became gray.
Lighting on the ground she nearly fell over. Strength or no it had been seven years since she stood on her own two feet. Carol might have to spend some time just getting used to walking. Landing against a barrel when she tried to push herself back up with her legs she sent the drum and herself flying across the the room. Crashing into the side of the building it left a sizable dent in the corrugated steel walls. It was also none to quiet given her armor slamming against the sides. Holding her breath a bit she more carefully picked herself up. Strangely the impact hadn't hurt and a quick check showed no signs of injury.