. . As it turns out, taking your first *nessicary* breath is a lot more difficult than miming it for so long.
Nicole's forced to gasp when she finally snaps to, a flood of senses hitting her at once. Oh, it's cold- cold, cold cold /freezing/. Shaking hands push her up from the tiled floor,
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Nicole's forced to gasp when she finally snaps to, a flood of senses hitting her at once. Oh, it's cold- cold, cold cold /freezing/. Shaking hands push her up from the tiled floor,
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breath going from panicked and shaky to . . . level and / confused/. So, so confused. This didn't feel /right/, no- no. This felt-
. . . It /felt/. It was /there/, and she could feel *her own presence.*
She looks around in a momentarily panic, before her eyes settle on the-
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. .. The Chaos Emerald.
. . . She gently scoops it into her hands, her breathing slowing to match the calm pulsing hum it gave off.
She needs a minute.
Or eternity, really.