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"Ma-W-...woah," D's pace slowed as she saw her gear failing. The weight of her suit seemed to setting to her in a heavier manner than usual. It was similar to the sense that humidity was clinging to her skin and making her feel uncomfortably maladjusted for the amount of space she had right in front of her. She opted to blame it on the signals transpiring faulty information...

Or were they?

Voices began rambling in her head. She had heard this before. It was annoying, as always, but usually her helmet could tune them out. Her fingers pressed several settings on her helmet, trying to relocate and gain some more accurate bearings, as well. Small breaths puffed from her, in through her nose and out with her mouth. I'm not panicking. A small smile pressed on her lips as she made light of the situation, You're panicking. I'm not panicking. I have no idea what you're talking about. No, not you, you! She played with the thoughts in her head by giving them silly voice, keeping the creative part of her mind occupied before it started jumping to hasty conclusions while she reworked the functions on her Mecha-GO Suit. It also helped her concentrate on herself than the outstanding phenomenon her gadgets were failing to blockade. Unfortunately, her own thoughts were beginning to lose patience with the fizzling, Come on, come on.

Both of her hands propped the helmet from her head. Her breaths panted, again, relieved from the static chaos. Her smile still remained somewhat in tact, not willing to admit any defeat, "Maddie? D called out, again, observing her surroundings with a naked eye. The atmosphere was different and eerier. She enjoyed the suspense, as a low growl rumbled through the alley way. Her arms cradled the helmet as her eyes squinted in the direction of the sound, trying to see through the rising fog.

"Wha..." her mouth dropped her smile, slowly opening to let out the word the half-word that escaped with an exhale. The small rocks on the ground bean to levitate, and her eyes darted around, hypothesizing at the fastest pace possible, having lost the use of several if not all of her electronic gadgets and weaponry. She wanted to make a comment, excited for what was happening, but a sense of fear was lingering inside of her. This was one of the first times she had felt uncomfortable in her suit, which needed to change quickly. D took a step forward, retracing the eventful hints that had happened, but interrupting her thoughts, the mobile in her pocket began chiming a song, which made her spine shiver and her eyes open wide. She had heard this song before on several different occasions. Rick Astley. She actually knew that, but she was not about to gloat. Now is totally not the time.

Fumbling with her helmet, she juggled pushing a hand into her pocket and pulled out the phone, pressing the off-button in a vain attempt to quiet the device. A long exhale went through her barely parted lips, budded and ready for the next move. There were yellow eyes in all directions. Maybe, Maddie...? She thought back to all the missing poster signs, considering smashing the phone if it did not stop soon. Her eyes quickly darted back at the vulturous ones glaring back at her from all directions. The most comforting thought she could think in this situation was, a pair of eyes would easily be her mother, coming back for her, just like Rick was suggesting...

This could be way bigger than I thought it would be.

Make a wish, corrupt a wish.

Granted! Briza is now friends with all the trees, even the dead ones! Hooray!

I wish that Quote5's wish does not get crushed so that Briza can be friends with all the trees, even the dead ones.