[ surge's voice is sharp, raising from what it was before, any sorrow that was in her voice is mixed with anger and displeasure. she's shaking at the prospect of how dare anyone tell her what to do. she's tired of it. she's sick to her stomach. ]
All you all do is tell me what I should be doing. Who I can't hurt, who hasn't hurt me. How dare you tell me to leave when you're going to try and die here!? [ does amy take her for a fool, does she think that surge isn't smart? as hard as life has been, she knows when people are making suicidal decisions, her entire life has been that decision within itself. ]
You're STUPID. I HATE YOU.
[ how many times has she told amy these exact words, maybe it's easy to hate. it always have been, during his manipulation, during her moments of realization, it's simply that it's able to condense her anger and insecurity somewhere that isn't happiness. she doesn't know why this specific person always manages to do something wrong to upset her, it's not as bad as sonic because she can keep some conversation, but amy always knows what to say to tap into that hate of hers. ]
Don't tell me what I want, I know what I want!
[ the crying child that rises with the water below, how it makes it up to the cracks, inflated flesh of an arm thumping onto the worn wood by surge's foot. water drips, the weather outside only becoming harsher as the wind picks up. surge lifts her foot, and as the child's head comes up, the tenrec's shoe comes down, crushing the creature with a nasty pop that stains her pants and splashes red and black onto the floor.
a flash of light covers her body, white and blue sparks starts to circle around her as her body is unable to hold it in. the girl's eyes become brighter than ever before, nothing like amy saw before when they had dulled, this is like something is living wild within surge. she smacks her hands together, sparks shooting off and disappearing. it's like a machine that's close to exploding, but rather than smoke coming off of her, it's simply sparks as flashes of lights dance across the metal circles of her wrist.
the electricity manages to hit the water by their feet, popping and crackling loudly almost like a storm. there's reasons why she can't listen to amy, not only because no one tells surge what to do anymore, it's because there's something of a goal she's crafted ever since deciding to kill sonic. she'll end the cycle in her own way. surge steps forward, electricity bouncing off wildly now as a a current of it engulfs her inside body hiding her within a shame of blueish white.
if she wants to know about surge, then she has to play by surge's way. how dare she say that surge can explain herself, but also say in another breath how this is how surge will get rid of her. if surge kills her, it'll be by her own methods that she chooses herself. this isn't anything orchestrated by her, this isn't what she wants. don't lie to her, don't act like she wants to understand surge's pain if she's so keen on dying. ]
I WANT TO BE A HERO AND I'M NOT GUNNA LET YOU RUIN IT!
[ the metal piercings of her attire glow brighter than herself, indicating that the electricity must be tuning with this specific jewelry. in her eyes, the iris gains a zig-zag pattern that hangs off the edge, and the bumps along her bracelet eject like antennae, an electrical current lights up a bright blue as a massive strike of electricity leaves from surge's body and explodes directly onto amy's own body, considering she's wet from falling in the water and hasn't dried properly, the electrical flow swallows here easily.
whatever creatures are close to them are also damaged by the attack, their bodies kissed with electrical strikes and their bodies exploding upon impact. the surge manages to light up the area, a bright spark that depending on where people are placed can probably see from a distance. because this only lasts for so long, ejecting that much energy only results in all that surge has kept in herself leaves the girl empty, knees dropping to the ground as smoke wafts off of her, tears building in the corner of her eyes, until lids shut, the front of her face pitched black as she drops against the ground. ]
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[ surge's voice is sharp, raising from what it was before, any sorrow that was in her voice is mixed with anger and displeasure. she's shaking at the prospect of how dare anyone tell her what to do. she's tired of it. she's sick to her stomach. ]
All you all do is tell me what I should be doing. Who I can't hurt, who hasn't hurt me. How dare you tell me to leave when you're going to try and die here!? [ does amy take her for a fool, does she think that surge isn't smart? as hard as life has been, she knows when people are making suicidal decisions, her entire life has been that decision within itself. ]
You're STUPID. I HATE YOU.
[ how many times has she told amy these exact words, maybe it's easy to hate. it always have been, during his manipulation, during her moments of realization, it's simply that it's able to condense her anger and insecurity somewhere that isn't happiness. she doesn't know why this specific person always manages to do something wrong to upset her, it's not as bad as sonic because she can keep some conversation, but amy always knows what to say to tap into that hate of hers. ]
Don't tell me what I want, I know what I want!
[ the crying child that rises with the water below, how it makes it up to the cracks, inflated flesh of an arm thumping onto the worn wood by surge's foot. water drips, the weather outside only becoming harsher as the wind picks up. surge lifts her foot, and as the child's head comes up, the tenrec's shoe comes down, crushing the creature with a nasty pop that stains her pants and splashes red and black onto the floor.
a flash of light covers her body, white and blue sparks starts to circle around her as her body is unable to hold it in. the girl's eyes become brighter than ever before, nothing like amy saw before when they had dulled, this is like something is living wild within surge. she smacks her hands together, sparks shooting off and disappearing. it's like a machine that's close to exploding, but rather than smoke coming off of her, it's simply sparks as flashes of lights dance across the metal circles of her wrist.
the electricity manages to hit the water by their feet, popping and crackling loudly almost like a storm. there's reasons why she can't listen to amy, not only because no one tells surge what to do anymore, it's because there's something of a goal she's crafted ever since deciding to kill sonic. she'll end the cycle in her own way. surge steps forward, electricity bouncing off wildly now as a a current of it engulfs her inside body hiding her within a shame of blueish white.
if she wants to know about surge, then she has to play by surge's way. how dare she say that surge can explain herself, but also say in another breath how this is how surge will get rid of her. if surge kills her, it'll be by her own methods that she chooses herself. this isn't anything orchestrated by her, this isn't what she wants. don't lie to her, don't act like she wants to understand surge's pain if she's so keen on dying. ]
I WANT TO BE A HERO AND I'M NOT GUNNA LET YOU RUIN IT!
[ the metal piercings of her attire glow brighter than herself, indicating that the electricity must be tuning with this specific jewelry. in her eyes, the iris gains a zig-zag pattern that hangs off the edge, and the bumps along her bracelet eject like antennae, an electrical current lights up a bright blue as a massive strike of electricity leaves from surge's body and explodes directly onto amy's own body, considering she's wet from falling in the water and hasn't dried properly, the electrical flow swallows here easily.
whatever creatures are close to them are also damaged by the attack, their bodies kissed with electrical strikes and their bodies exploding upon impact. the surge manages to light up the area, a bright spark that depending on where people are placed can probably see from a distance. because this only lasts for so long, ejecting that much energy only results in all that surge has kept in herself leaves the girl empty, knees dropping to the ground as smoke wafts off of her, tears building in the corner of her eyes, until lids shut, the front of her face pitched black as she drops against the ground. ]