[ she lays on the gas pedal, eyes dropping to the speedometer as it climbs from 60 to 65 to 70 to 75... and while it's finally breaching 100 her gaze flickers back up to the road. d.va tries to be careful, but she's not paying as much attention as she thinks she is. ]
Now where can I, hm. It's got to be somewhere...
[ talking to herself she takes a sharp right here, a sloppy left there, and then hits the pedal to the metal on the straight away. she's going over 230mph now, but that's still. not. fast. enough. ]
[ she slams her hands down on the steering wheel as the car starts to shake, the strain she's putting on the engine not really something it's meant to handle, but she forces it to keep on climbing. ]
[ 235... 240... 245... ]
[ she's far too wrapped up in her need for speed to notice the ripple creeping along her back, but even if she did she'd write if off as the car being pushed well beyond its limits. it's only when her back splits apart and her tentacles burst out does she notice, but, by that time, it's much too late. ]
[ she screams for all the good it'll do, which, surprise!, is none. the metal caught in her throat just continues to slice it up, forcing another spray of blood to leave her mouth as she loses control of the car. her tentacles seem just as confused as she does, though one or two attempt to calm her down, WHICH DOES THE OPPOSITE, BECAUSE DON'T FUCKEN TOUCH HER YOUR TRAITOROUS BASTARDS FUCK OFF OMGWTFBBQ. ]
[ an instant later is the crash, but by the time d.va comes to in the smoldering wreck she's a hotmessâ„¢. with a strained wheeze she burst into a fit of laughter, though it's cut short as she chokes on the surge of blood, metal, bone, and gore that inevitably coats what's left of the inside of the car. ]
I... I hate you... [ she shuts her eyes and tries to stop it. the pain is irrelevant. she's hurt worse than this at least half a dozen times. ] I- I... I- I fuckenhate you... [ but she inevitably just starts crying. d.va feels one of the tentacles twitch, but she just makes a dismissive noise, because she can't shake her head. ]
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Now where can I, hm.
It's got to be somewhere...
[ talking to herself she takes a sharp right here, a sloppy left there, and then hits the pedal to the metal on the straight away. she's going over 230mph now, but that's still. not. fast. enough. ]
[ she slams her hands down on the steering wheel as the car starts to shake, the strain she's putting on the engine not really something it's meant to handle, but she forces it to keep on climbing. ]
[ 235... 240... 245... ]
[ she's far too wrapped up in her need for speed to notice the ripple creeping along her back, but even if she did she'd write if off as the car being pushed well beyond its limits. it's only when her back splits apart and her tentacles burst out does she notice, but, by that time, it's much too late. ]
[ she screams for all the good it'll do, which, surprise!, is none. the metal caught in her throat just continues to slice it up, forcing another spray of blood to leave her mouth as she loses control of the car. her tentacles seem just as confused as she does, though one or two attempt to calm her down, WHICH DOES THE OPPOSITE, BECAUSE DON'T FUCKEN TOUCH HER YOUR TRAITOROUS BASTARDS FUCK OFF OMGWTFBBQ. ]
[ an instant later is the crash, but by the time d.va comes to in the smoldering wreck she's a hotmessâ„¢. with a strained wheeze she burst into a fit of laughter, though it's cut short as she chokes on the surge of blood, metal, bone, and gore that inevitably coats what's left of the inside of the car. ]
I... I hate you... [ she shuts her eyes and tries to stop it. the pain is irrelevant. she's hurt worse than this at least half a dozen times. ] I- I... I- I fucken hate you... [ but she inevitably just starts crying. d.va feels one of the tentacles twitch, but she just makes a dismissive noise, because she can't shake her head. ]