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{ ♛— ; } it would be a lie to say that miyoung wasn’t on edge – like the rest of the group that headed out to rescue the others, miyoung is very much on edge. but more than anything, she is of the few that needs to keep her temper in check, if only for the fact that any sudden change to the weather now would be a dead giveaway to their arrival. and so, the x-men spends most of her time practicing breathing exercises in the back of the van en route to the supposed destination.
don’t lose your temper.
the weather witch resorts to some sort of self-hypnosis, half ignoring the idle chatter (really, it’s more like subdued bickering) of the two leaders up front in favor of focusing on herself. miyoung, at the very least, knows her own temper well – hopefully that was enough to control it while in a semi-high pressured situation.
and perhaps it worked out fine – given the fact that she, along with the others, had entered the premise with no complications.
although miyoung could only give credit to their headmaster for that, pointedly stepping over one slumped body after another as she continued forward—almost blindly, if she’s honest—sharp eyes on the lookout for any sign of a holding room; a distinct contrast to light, almost airy, footsteps against tiles.
it didn’t take long for her to find the room, nose crinkling the moment the door pushed open and the pungent scent of blood rushes to greet her senses. it’s strangely warm, the room, but miyoung makes no note about it as she takes a step deeper in, eyes flicking from side to side and body to body—trying to figure out between all that blood, who exactly should be escorted out first.
it didn’t take long to set sight on an armless male, delicate brows knitting together as she makes her way over, eventually crouching before the male as she reaches out, dainty fingers brushing over his cheek before patting lightly.
“h-hello? can you hear me?”
are you even alive?
"i’m here to take you out of here.”
