[That's odd... Akira knew the sirens could change shape, but Bruno knows this woman. Mirabel? He doesn't know a Mirabel. How it is that these creatures are able to assume the forms of people Bruno knows is nothing Akira has any time to think about, because as soon as he tries to right himself and get some distance from them, a sudden burst of wind knocks Akira back on his ass and nails him to the dirt and grit.
Another siren whirls on her heel, braided hair trailing behind her as she anxiously paces about while her wind keeps Akira prone on the ground. The skies above growl, thunder roaring in the distance, and stain a shade of ominous grey.]
You must've seen this in your vision! Your visions always end in disaster!
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Another siren whirls on her heel, braided hair trailing behind her as she anxiously paces about while her wind keeps Akira prone on the ground. The skies above growl, thunder roaring in the distance, and stain a shade of ominous grey.]
You must've seen this in your vision! Your visions always end in disaster!