[ It's a quiet journey. For once, Amy's not asking questions or trying to chatter even a little bit. She just wants to get this over with; there's nothing she can say or so to change Surge's mind right now, and it's not her place to even try at the moment. Maybe someday. But that day is not today.
She's also glad that they have these cloaks; as they walk, they pass several other hooded figures who don't seem to notice anything wrong. They get a few funny looks for their height, but at least they keep going.
Amy stops walking as she looks down the edge of the tall cliff they find themselves on. There it is just down below, their target; the base of operations so to speak. And just like they'd anticipated, it appears to be the back. Without a word Amy suddenly jumps, unafraid of the height, and she allows herself to free fall until she gets close to the ground, where she tucks her body into a tight spin dash just before she hits the dirt, which allows her to simply roll safely right back up onto her feet.
She glances up at the top of the cliff, waiting to see what Surge will do. Will she follow, or will she find a different route of her own? Where Amy has landed is nearly pitch black; both a blessing and a curse, and she's probably lucky she didn't fall onto the jagged rocks that appear just feet away from her. ]
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She's also glad that they have these cloaks; as they walk, they pass several other hooded figures who don't seem to notice anything wrong. They get a few funny looks for their height, but at least they keep going.
Amy stops walking as she looks down the edge of the tall cliff they find themselves on. There it is just down below, their target; the base of operations so to speak. And just like they'd anticipated, it appears to be the back. Without a word Amy suddenly jumps, unafraid of the height, and she allows herself to free fall until she gets close to the ground, where she tucks her body into a tight spin dash just before she hits the dirt, which allows her to simply roll safely right back up onto her feet.
She glances up at the top of the cliff, waiting to see what Surge will do. Will she follow, or will she find a different route of her own? Where Amy has landed is nearly pitch black; both a blessing and a curse, and she's probably lucky she didn't fall onto the jagged rocks that appear just feet away from her. ]