I don't think so, no. I mean, they're not really powers the way your magic is innate to you. My boots are tools. I use them. If they're broken, I have no idea how to fix them. There was an entire department of scientists in my past life for that kind of thing.
[She catches a little wisp of a memory, sitting on the desk of Anita's ship, her wounds freshly healed, and she tugs at it mentally, trying to tease the rest of it out.
She tries to get up, climb to her feet now that Miranda has temporarily healed her injuries with Time Record. But almost immediately she slumps back toward the desk. For a moment, she thinks it's because the ship pitched. But no, that wasn't it. Her legs. She can barely move them.
She looks down at her legs and the circular pattern that now covers her skin. She has no idea what's happened with her Innocence, but she understands one thing. This is the consequence of pushing herself past her limit.
As if in response to the memory, her legs buckle underneath her.]
Re: II
[She catches a little wisp of a memory, sitting on the desk of Anita's ship, her wounds freshly healed, and she tugs at it mentally, trying to tease the rest of it out.
She tries to get up, climb to her feet now that Miranda has temporarily healed her injuries with Time Record. But almost immediately she slumps back toward the desk. For a moment, she thinks it's because the ship pitched. But no, that wasn't it. Her legs. She can barely move them.
She looks down at her legs and the circular pattern that now covers her skin. She has no idea what's happened with her Innocence, but she understands one thing. This is the consequence of pushing herself past her limit.
As if in response to the memory, her legs buckle underneath her.]
Whoa!