This being her first arena does little to steady Milla's nerves. The countdown booming into her ears just makes her stomach twist as her gaze drifts across the circle of tributes.
When the countdown finishes, Milla pushes off and away, ignoring the Cornucopia entirely to head to an airlock. Even if the supplies laid out are tempting- she isn't going to throw herself that willingly into the bloodbath. The weightlessness just reminds her of levitation as she floats and jumps along. If not for the lessening of her oxygen- she would laugh at the strangeness of it all as she fumbles to find a way into the door. She grabs a key, managing to get the oddly blocky door open and force her way inside. The burst of oxygen when she takes off her helmet is more than a relief as she deeply inhales and slides out of the bulky suit.
Milla does laugh though when she feels the rush of her telepathy sliding back into place, stray snippets of thoughts and feelings radiating through the air before she closed off her mental channel. Even the silliness of her jumpsuit can't dampen the excitement she feels when she realizes her abilities have returned.
The mental minx gladly lifts herself off her feet with levitation, floating along quietly as she moves further into the space port. It's not unlikely she'll run into anyone else in her poking around.
Milla Vodello - OTA
When the countdown finishes, Milla pushes off and away, ignoring the Cornucopia entirely to head to an airlock. Even if the supplies laid out are tempting- she isn't going to throw herself that willingly into the bloodbath. The weightlessness just reminds her of levitation as she floats and jumps along. If not for the lessening of her oxygen- she would laugh at the strangeness of it all as she fumbles to find a way into the door. She grabs a key, managing to get the oddly blocky door open and force her way inside. The burst of oxygen when she takes off her helmet is more than a relief as she deeply inhales and slides out of the bulky suit.
Milla does laugh though when she feels the rush of her telepathy sliding back into place, stray snippets of thoughts and feelings radiating through the air before she closed off her mental channel. Even the silliness of her jumpsuit can't dampen the excitement she feels when she realizes her abilities have returned.
The mental minx gladly lifts herself off her feet with levitation, floating along quietly as she moves further into the space port. It's not unlikely she'll run into anyone else in her poking around.
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