June catch-all

[kitsunami]

Who: Kitsunami, Surge (tenrectricity), and friends!
Status: Closed
Where: All over the place!
What: June catch-all

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In which Surge is the leprechaun at the end of a rainbow

[heyyourenotsonic]

[ It's not a hard task that's been asked of them, not really. As a matter of fact, not only is it helpful, but it's actually pretty fun! Amy's not the most artistic when it comes to this sort of thing; she excels in being a homemaker. Baking, cooking, cleaning mold, decorating, that's her sort of jam, but this particular thing was too fun to pass up. Besides, it gives her an excuse to try and be better when it comes to painting.

Decked out in a red sun dress, one that she absolutely doesn't mind ruining because... well. It's paint. It's going to get on everything, Amy is busily hauling a few cans of paint to the desired location of the next rainbow... whatever she's about to attempt painting. And although she has been assured that no 'artistic skills' are necessary, her poor little OCD heart will not be able to handle it if she screws up. Now, she has a vision, of course -- a rainbow loop-de-loop, followed by some lovely different colored stars. The vision is there, the execution... not so much. She probably should have asked Espio to tag along. CAT

Except Espio isn't here. Which is kind of surprising because something lime green catches her eye -- surprisingly, it's Surge! Except maybe NOT so surprisingly. That girl has been pretty active lately, even though Amy herself has been trying to keep out of her way. She's got options of course; she could ignore the tenrec and go about her day, but that would be rude as hell and she doesn't want to do that. It also looks like Surge is working on something too, although from where she's standing, she can't quite see what it is.

Saying hi can't hurt, especially if she keeps her distance. Surge can't be angry about that. Except she can, but, whatever. Time to take a chance. Taking a deep breath, Amy slides just a little bit closer, before she calls out. ]

Good morning, Surge!

do you think so this might be an evil one back from the hood

[tenrectricity]

[ she's focused, they said no artistic skills needed, but she's already drawing on the wall by first starting with her name and then a little talent added into the mix as she stands back to look at her hard work. shaking the canister in her grasp, the girl is already covered in all sorts of colors from blue to a variety of green to try and make her graffiti pop and catch whoever's attention comes by. ]

Yeah! Lemme see, how about...

[ taking a step forward, the tenrec starts again, her arm stretching a wide berth across her as she places the next line of text. "need a SHE-ro... I'M your HERO". it takes a bit to get just right, especially when she has to stand on chairs and jump off just to get the height how she wants it.

it's when she jumps down and stumbles back that amy speaks to her, and surge on alert shudders before turning and spraying whatever color she has on hand right in amy's face. not on purpose, it's an accident, but she didn't expect someone to sneak up on her. ]

What the hell!!

[ the tenrec withdraws the can, pink now smeared with this dark green that's inside of the can that she's using. surge rolls her eyes, making some distance as she looks at the hedgehog with a growing annoyed expression. ] If you're lookin' for a "thank you", I ain't givin'! Peaches was a loser and couldn't get the mold fixed himself, ask him for it.

isn't there a movie about that

[heyyourenotsonic]

[ And now, Amy has become one with the rainbow. She doesn't even flinch when paint is just sort of splattered all over her face, as a matter of fact, she doesn't react much at all. She's still all smiles. If this were anyone else, that would probably be a different story. Fortunately for Surge, Amy knows this wasn't done on purpose -- she's also learned that the other girl is kind of jumpy. Neat. ]

Thanks for what-- oh. That. Yeah, no, cleaning is my thing and I had fun. Anyways, I just wanted to say good morning, sorry for scaring you. [ God. Surge has to go and call Espio Peaches in front of her, and for a second it looks like she's gonna giggle at the nick name. She keeps herself in check, at least.

Good thing she doesn't give a shit about the clothes she's wearing. She just. Makes an attempt to wipe the paint from her face before it dries completely; it's gonna stain a little but it's fine. She can figure out how to get it out of her fur later. ]

Anyways, what are you working on? I didn't know that you enjoyed painting!

yeah i used to watch them all the time

[tenrectricity]

You didn't scare me!

[ no one does that, amy's unable to do that too so don't get any bright ideas. this time, she is holding the canister up as though it'll destroy anything else the hedgehog might say to her or prevent the girl from getting on her nerves. ]

Anyway, I don't give a damn about that. I'm leavin' signs.

[ if she looks up there then she will see... that it is a hero sign and if anyone needs her, they know who to call. for a moment, she thinks she should put kit's name there, but that's what the blue is for to bring out her green then everyone will know it's him and her.

she's already groaning. ]

When will you leave... I'm not askin' for a spectator. If ya want cans, find your own. I found these first.

[ she's not giving them up. ]

it really is surge wow

[heyyourenotsonic]

Uh-huh.

[ Sure she didn't. She doesn't press though, she simply shrugs her shoulders, before she tilts her head slightly. ]

Signs-- wait, that's not the objective, though! Uh, or did they like, give you permission...

[ She does look up. She stares at it for a long time, as if she is an art connoisseur. It's actually pretty impressive... ]

I have my own paint cans, thanks. Your sign looks cool though.

why cant u be happy for her

[tenrectricity]

It's whatever I want it to be, if they don't like it, they can suck it.

[ is there permission for this, she thought she was supposed to smack some colors around and call it quits. now she just needs to do this everywhere around this... city, or whatever it is.

pointing to herself, the tenrec shrugs her shoulders with a confident grin. ]

Duh, because I'm cool. Tell me somethin' I don't know.

[ bragging will help her, especially with how she feels so proud of herself as she walks over, and one hand smacks the wall to show her hard work. ]

Totally done here, so I gotta move to my next spot. Do NOT play over my work.

i'm always happy for her she is a beautiful princess with a disorder

[heyyourenotsonic]

They're probably gonna paint over it, you should take a picture of it so you can like, send it to people. Like a mass text.

[ This is definitely not going to end well, but mostly she doesn't want Surge to think it's HER painting over her weird little advertisements. She blinks, watching the tenrec as she proudly smacks the wall underneath her hard work. ]

I'm not gonna paint over it, someone else might, though.

[ Something something not part of the plan, something something vandalism. She's not gonna stop Surge though, it's not really her problem and also she doesn't want to pick a fight with her. She'll just. Let the locals deal with it. ]

How many more are you gonna put up?

snark's... sarht's treasure | closed: kitsunami

[tenrectricity]

[ this desert that has been... both a trial and a tribulation especially when the sun beaming down on them, and the lack of water! there's only so much of kitsunami's water they can guzzle, and it's getting down to the very last drips. despite wanting to ask for it so bad, she can't, and asking him to turn them into ice for her to sit in her mouth is an expired idea, who knew the water to ice ratio could take up that much!

it's why she's down on her knees, gloved palms sinking into the sand as she exhales loudly. ]

Damn, no matter where I fuckin' run! There's more... SAND!

[ she's starting to hate sand as much as she hates sonic, and even the warmth radiating from it is starting to burn her up. ]

Maybe we should have taken the coliseum, at least we could beat the shit out of people... ugh!

[kitsunami]

[ it is kind of... desolate. really, kit can see why nobody came here to find this key yet—and he can't help but agree with surge either. in fact, he's nodding his head in fervent agreement right now. ]

Surge would definitely win there.

[ and then, after a moment's consideration, crouching down next to surge in the sand... ]

D-do you want to go back? It's probably not too late...

[tenrectricity]

No way! If we go back, we'll look like losers! I bet Sonic could handle this...

[ pushing herself up, the tenrec brushes herself off with a sigh as she looks to kit then off to the side. ]

This is easy, I can't give up! It's just heat... are we even supposed to get hot!?

[kitsunami]

Y-you can handle this too!

[ sonic this, sonic that, but surge is way better than him anyway. at least, in kit's eyes she is. ]

Um, well, if we couldn't... It'd probably be harder, but...

[ this is a little excessive. it's the least starline could've done to give them some kind of resistance even if they're aware of the heat. ]

[tenrectricity]

[ oh, not the support, maybe she can handle this! jumping up, surge gives a flex of her arm to show she's fine, she has to keep looking cool at least. ]

I can! I can do this!

[ exhales, inhales, exhales as she looks forward within the hot dessert before pointing out into the distance. ]

You want to go to that tree?

[ the tree... in an endless desert? ]

[kitsunami]

Yeah!!

[ even just seeing the way surge seems to regain her energy, kit smiles a bit, reassured if his words can do something to encourage her.

then he follows her gaze, squinting... squinting... he doesn't see a tree, but maybe it's the sand and the heat getting to him. what matters is, regardless, he looks back to surge and nods. ]

Let's go. If there's a tree...

[ if there really is a tree... it has to be getting water from somewhere, right? ]

drowned in silence..........2 | closed: amy

[tenrectricity]

[ she never finished what she started there.

it's strange how this is the only place it rains, never does it stop, and it makes this location far much stranger. what will she come across this time, hopefully not another book filled with looming death. when she thinks about it, there's those odd creatures that live on the wrecked boats haunting the narrative.

there's a reason she's here, why she stands on the sidelines of where the steady rain pours as she looks out to the boat. in hand, there's a missing poster with a young girl's face etched on it, that she was last seen playing by the outskirts of this place. the family wasn't aware of the consequences, and now they suffer with their little girl gone. is this how family act when they lose their child? do they ask for someone to look for them, or cry in pain knowing there's a chance they won't come back?

in hand is that same poster, one that she picked up recently when she was drawing her name on the walls for anyone who needed help. they didn't request it, but she could hear the person sniffling some distance away when they were putting it up and exchanging conversation on their shellphone.

they hope elena comes home.

surge stands right at the cusp of entering the rain and stopping herself, she can run fast enough to dodge it in order to reach where she needs to go. she hasn't moved yet because when she looks at the poster, she feels irritated. ]

[heyyourenotsonic]

[ This island is a place Amy never wanted to see again. It would be a lie to say she didn't think about it a lot; that she hadn't had a nightmare or three after the incident. Waking up at Espio's place had been a literal shock; she had legitimately thought she was dead at first, had been so confused until it all came back to her. It was then that she decided that she needed to find missions and things that were far more suited to her strengths; and that island hadn't been one of them.

When a flier had been shoved into her hands, showing the beaming face of a small girl who had gone missing playing around on the forsaken sands of the island, the dread began to build up inside her. She's not one to ignore something like this -- but even Amy has her limits. It hadn't been until the girl's mother, hysterically sobbing and begging Amy and anyone around her for help, that she had changed her mind.

What if that was Cream on that island? Alone and frightened, or worse? Turned into one of those things? What if that mother had been Vanilla, crying and begging and pleading for anyone to listen to her, to help her bring her baby home? She could put herself in that mother's shoes, too, really -- children are something she wants one day in the future, and thinking like that, if she were a mother, could she bear to leave her child alone on some horrible, uncharted island full of corpses?

So, the answer had been a simple 'okay', when begged to look for this kid. And that's why she's here, now, staring wearily out into the rain, the very same poster folded neatly and tucked into the pocket of her makeshift raincoat.

She's come far more prepared this time. Instead of her usual cute dresses and boots she usually dons, she's instead dressed in appropriate attire -- pants and boots that go up to her knees over those pants, a long sleeved shirt, and a raincoat that she has made herself out of the appropriate materials she could afford, carefully stitched together by her own hand (thank you, Vanilla, for those sewing lessons aeons ago), and an umbrella.

Can't take the girl out of the rain, but you can take the rain off of the girl, thanks.

She's also got a backpack; not a big one, but enough to carry a few flasks of fresh, clean, actual drinking water, an extra umbrella, and some snacks. All, of course, have been carefully wrapped in plastic to avoid getting contaminated with ANY water on this horrible island, rain water included. She shifts the backpack and makes sure it's steady, before she hums and opens her umbrella. ]

Okay... okay. I've got this.

[ The island is as quiet as it was before, eerie and unassuming as Amy makes her way up the beach, unaware that she is in fact, not alone -- that there is at least one other living, breathing person here that isn't herself or, hopefully, little Elena. But as she walks up the beach, she scans the area and immediately frowns when she sees the tattered remains of a doll, lying innocently in the sand as water laps up against it and threatens to take it to sea. She doesn't pick it up -- what's the point? It's soaked through with rain water, and she's not going there. She snaps a quick photo of the doll with her Shellphone though, and makes a mental note to return to this area on her way back. If it's still there and hasn't been washed out to sea, she'll find a way to carefully extract it and take it back.

If she can't locate a living child, then maybe the family can at least have something to identify her with, and to have something that was hers.

She stares down at the doll again, before she shakes her head. No, don't think like that, she reminds herself. Stay positive. She's here somewhere, just gotta find her. She sighs, and then begins to head up the beach, towards the familiar sight of the wreckage and what lies within. ]

[tenrectricity]

[ she can beat the rain, she's faster than it all thinks to starline's indulgence in her craft. that's what she counts on to avoid any drops hitting her skin because this will be a quick mission: get in and get out. it's with that in mind that she folds missing poster as thin and small as she can before tucking it within the pocket of her pants. surge doesn't dress for the occasion, that's why all she has is herself and this piece of paper with a child's face. it's really all she needs while dashing forward to avoid any drip on her skin, and right into the belly of a nearby ship.

jumping inside, she lands on a box in case the floor is covered, but thankfully it's only the first room which leads into a hallway free of any water damage which is amazing to see. this place is weird much like everything else, and despite jumping into the hall and floorboard should creak under her shoes, instead all she hears is the rain outside quickening its pace. the sun hangs high out there, and the rays do filter into certain rooms where doors are left ajar, and she can see the dust that floats in the hallway.

it's pretty decent, but is it decent enough for a child to get lost in? maybe. surge would have thought otherwise with the pool of water in the initial room, but the child doesn't know. they could have wade through it, making their way to this side, but... there's no footprints that say so. no stains, no nothing, and maybe the startled dust that's floating in the air is a sign.

surge doesn't know what to think of it, all she knows is that they said "she doesn't deserve this fate, she did nothing wrong," and it's not like bad things don't happen to good people, but a missing person's case which reminds her how she wasn't anyone to be sought after makes things harder. what she tells herself is that she wont allow it to be why she holds back from following through, but it's hard to ignore when it's constantly in the back of her mind. ]

Where...

[ she wouldn't even know where a little girl would go, hell, she doesn't even remember being a little girl herself. what do they like, what would they want to do, would she want friends? surge doesn't know if she'd want friends. would a small girl her age hide in a cupboard like kitsunami to hide away from the monsters, or would she prefer to play with the monsters because it's not as scary. surge has no frame of reference to go by and she feels almost lost without it.

it doesn't matter, if she goes forward, she'll stumble across something. ]

[heyyourenotsonic]

[ Amy is far more confident this time around; now that she knows what to expect. It doesn't make it any more pleasant of course; those creatures -- zombies? Whatever they were, weren't fun. And this time around, she's on her own. She probably should have brought back up; should have told Espio where she was going, maybe. But she didn't, and this is just what she's going to have to deal with. Mostly, she's just really hoping that this is still a rescue mission, and not a recovery.

The pink hedgehog approaches a decaying ship and gingerly enters. She steps in and stays very quiet and very still for a long few moments, listening. She can hear no movement; there's nothing. She takes a slow step inside, glad that she wore rubber boots today -- there's water covering the entire ground level. It only goes up to her ankles, but still, it's not on her skin, in her hair or fur and that's what counts.

After exploring the ship for a good while, and searching the upper deck as best she can, given the rotting wood, she declares it empty. As she's leaving, however, she sees a pair of eyes watching her from the murky water, red hair floating about a decaying head that's covered halfway in the substance. Amy pauses for only a moment, staring back, before she simply exits the ship. She's not dealing with that if she doesn't have to, and the red hair does not match the blonde in the photo. That's not her girl.

This goes on for a while. In and out of ships, smaller boats -- being as quiet and non confrontational as possible towards the creatures that dwell within. She's not going out of her way to disturb the dead, after all; she's here for the living. And so far, each ship has produced nothing but dead -- each corpse simply watching, and waiting. The few that do try to grab at her ankles and legs, try to drag her in are either jumped over, or simply stepped on hard, right on the head, enough to end their suffering.

As time ticks on, things seem quiet enough. At least, until Amy finds herself in the depths of a newer looking ship. The water damage is far less extensive here, a small blessing because it makes the search that much easier. At least, it's supposed to make it easier.

As she quietly heads up the stairs, she's met with with the corpses of what appear to be a mother and daughter. They're curled up together, bloated, eyes unseeing and milky. These aren't who she's looking for, but her eyes do fall on the smaller human girl. Curly blonde hair. But not the same. Neither corpse moves, fortunately, and so, Amy quietly searches the room, peering into cupboards, anywhere for a small person to be trying to hide. If the kid picked this boat, she thinks this would be the correct one given how dry it is. Then again, if the girl was already out in the rain playing...

There's movement behind her. Amy turns around, only to see the bigger female is not only up on her feet, but she's right behind her. It startles the pinkette, and she stumbles backwards. The corpse isn't very old at all; despite being bloated, it's... she is very mobile. Agile and fast, not like the first ones Amy had dealt with with Surge over a month ago. Amy barely has time to duck under as the woman grabs for her throat, water spewing up from her mouth.

In an instant, Amy is armed with her hammer, and when she swings, what can only be described as the sound of an explosion can be heard as she hits her target and sends the corpse flying so hard, so fast, that she plummets through the ship and falls to the ground below with a sickening, wet thud. Amy moves to the hole she's made, peering down at the sand below; the corpse lay unmoving now, the water that had filled her bloated body slowly draining out of the massive, disgusting hole Amy had left in her body. ]

[tenrectricity]

[ the lower area of the ship is where surge has decided to check first, if there's a little girl here... would she go play in the dark? is there something about the inky blackness covering someone that's comforting or is that only surge. she wondered when she was encased in that tank was the darkness something she could confide in, and if it can be same for a little girl like the one she's looking for. not much light comes down here, besides, she went to the lowest part that she could find, and her electricity wraps around her wrist to illuminate her surroundings.

as she moves forward, there's the sound of thumping overhead, a sneer pulling onto her face because of what that could mean. rather than hesitating, she knows she has to get up there in case it's the little girl she's looking for. the moment surge even thinks of doing so, there's a loud pop, and a body is smacked right through the roof onto the level that she's on.

holding up one arm to avoid anything splattering on her face, she notes the wideness of the monster begins to shrink as liquid spews out quickly. light from the hole above helps give surge more sight with what she's working with, and while the floor is now being tainted by that unknown liquid substance, she can see that if she jumps up and through that crack she can get a good look at what happened.

...

she knows no small child could do that so it's something else.

since the light has filtered in, any monsters that were in the darkness pull back, hiding even more since they're not used to the sun. surge takes a few steps forward, her hand around her mouth as she called up. ]

Elena! Are you up there?

[ whether amy has left the area or even if she hears surge, what doesn't change is that she's looking for a certain little girl. ]

[heyyourenotsonic]

[ Amy rotates her right shoulder, popping it. It's nice to have her full strength back; even if it means relying on that tattoo. It's not something she wanted to do, but, she's not fast like Sonic and Shadow, and in the big scheme of things, being able to suck it up and sit down and get a little tattoo if it meant getting her strength and more back? Worth it.

Her emerald gaze slides to the smaller monster, who seems to shrink back from her. ]

Smart. [ She's about to leave, when she hears a painfully familiar voice calling out not to her, but to the child. Amy stiffens, because she knows damn well that either the monsters have learned to mimic, or that's actually Surge. Again. She doesn't answer, because the other girl doesn't sound like she's distressed. Time to bail on this ship, because she doesn't want any beef or fighting or drama or talk of Sonic right now.

Amy leaps from the hole she made, landing on the soft sand outside. ]

Okay. Onto the next one...

team surge treasure hunt (elah thread)

[kitsunami]

[ so they've got this shark. and he's tied up. and he's not very happy with them, but he's not acting mad or anything either. in fact, the way he's acting? probably worse than mad. after all, another question brings forth another laugh, and kit is glaring the worst daggers at this useless fish that they managed to capture.

he could at least take this seriously, but no. kit has to turn towards surge, ignoring espio in the room, and ask: ]

I don't think he's gonna talk...

[ frowning. ]

What should we do with him? Do we have a backup plan?

you wont believe what journal i was on

[tenrectricity]

Pissin' me the fuck off.

[ and the shark doesn't care, especially as it eyes them one after the other as square them up. pipsqueaks half its size, and was only taken by one of them due to not paying attention. it's karma, but they won't allow this to be an issue. ]

I just punch the shit outta him 'til he loses all his teeth.

[ that's what she wants to do, but tapping at her hip, she groans in annoyance as she looks at espio. ]

Or we could take turns talkin' to it, maybe he's nervous 'cuz we all in the same room. You wanna go first, I mean, you bagged'im...

[ it feels only right since espio had to be the one to get ahold of at least one sharkfolk, and this one appears to be snickering. ]

[stealthpun]

[maybe it's because they're shorter animal people, maybe that's why they're getting chuckled at]

I'm open to us attempting various methods.

If he decides not to take us seriously right now, then I'm certain we can change his mind.

[which only makes the shark chuckle harder?! bro............]

[kitsunami]

[ really, it's too bad sharks have gills too. that basically knocks all the 'interrogation' methods that kit has off the table, and he spares an unhappy glance to those gills momentarily as surge and espio discuss what they want to do with the guy. ]

If we can't get him to talk... Um, we'll probably have to go back. They have to know something.... R-right?

[ he doesn't sound certain about it, but it all sounds like a lot of trouble after they've already went through the effort of snagging this one. ]

[tenrectricity]

Hold on, I saw a bat with nails in it, [ she looks to espio as if this is a warning and a threat, also telling him what she wants to do. ] I kinda wanna try that.

[ grabbing kit by his ears, the tenrec is dragging him along outside the room to the corridor as she glances left and right. as long as no one appears then they can take advantage of their search. ]

'Cuz we ain't gunna give up, but we can't leave wounds that scream us, y'know? I know I saw eggs somewhere, we can bash those too in case he doesn't wanna talk.

[ pulling kit over to an opposite room, she points at a few items that seem pretty useful. it's with those two just a door threshold away, the shark laughs as air slips through his gills. they're laughable. ]

"What a scalleywag's nest lookin' at ye three. Yer a soft-bellied lizard dragged down by them two landlubbers, what a woeful sight! Give up on them souls and return to the brine, I can fashion ye a set o' gills and turn ye into the finest shark. I can see the gleam in yer eyes, ye ain't as true blue as ye pretend to be."

[ the shark's attention on espio now, the single eye laid upon him with the other that's been clawed out from a previous battle. shark-teeth pull into a wide grin. ]

"One step into the Shiver, ye will be right at home. Cut the lad's throat and let the lass feed the wee ones, best ye be leavin' landlubbers. Fore they crack her open and gobble her, mayhaps even worse. Join me, abandon this life fer a treasure worth yer time."

[stealthpun]

[Off Kit and Surge go, and Espio glances after them before he hears the shark speak such blasphemy. There's a pause as he listens, and his eyes narrow as he feels a kunai drop into his hand instinctively.]

You're a fool if you think I'd betray them, especially so easily.

[Espio is loyal and to a fault at that, even to his own detriment. It does not change here. Even if he was blatantly offered without stabbing anyone in the back, Espio would never dishonor himself by becoming anything like such scallywags.]

There is a certain artistry to holding a blade. You can create fine art. I've tried my hand at sculpting, and found it quite cathartic.

Should I try to sculpt you into something new? Or will you talk? If you see something in me as you say, then you'll know I'm not bluffing.