Elektricz - Blog Posts

the   TINGLE   of   electricity   …   the   static   in   the   air   of   perhaps   a   forthcoming   lightning   strike   or   really   …   it’s   an   adjacent   comrade   experiencing   an   anxious   chill   down   her   frame.   it   is   a   sensation   mizuse   has   felt   before   since   rosie’s   debut   three   months   after   her   own   on   team   sentinel.   the   speedster   immediately   flickers   her   gaze   from   people   -   watching—sycophants   fawning   over   buchanan   and   the   serum   freak   -   show   twins   who   just   left   the   stage—to   rosie   beside   her,   a   slight   furrow   to   her   brows.   the   query   is   the   one   mizuse   least   expected,   yet   it   probably   good   to   talk   about   ANYTHING   else   besides   what   was   just   revealed.   her   stomach   churns   ;   emotions   concealed   more   expertly   than   the   adjacent   cohort.   of   course   their   first   formal   affair   officially   being   on   sentinel   has   to   be   an   event   like   this.   ❛   an   aperol   spritz,   ❜   mizuse   answers,   lifting   the   glass   in   her   hand   slightly.   ❛   i   really   just   wanted   an   orange   slice,   but   the   bartender   wouldn’t   let   me   just   have   one,   so   i   had   him   surprise   me,   ❜   she   reveals   a   beat   after,   the   usual   nonchalant   smile   on   glossed   brims.   even   if   she   could   speed   behind   the   counter   herself   to   snatch   one,   using   her   abilities   in   a   place   like   this   isn’t   a   good   idea.   ❛   do   you   want   to   try   it   ?   ❜

𝐒𝐄𝐓𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆      ›         buchanan’s gala. with anyone.

  consequence   was   something   rosie   thought   about     a   lot   these   days.    or,    maybe    effect    was    the    better    word.    the    effect    of    becoming    a    super    was    attending    events    like    these.    the    effect    of    electricity    manipulation    was    the    synapses    in    your    brain    dying    over    time,    essentially    sentencing    you    to    die    in    your    early    sixties.    the    effect    of    this?    giving    abilities    to    people    who’s    bodies    were    never    meant    to    handle    them?    she    shivered,    a    frown    drawn    on    her    face    as    she    patted    down    strands    of    hair.    oh    yeah,    the    effect    of    anxiety?    electric.    she    rolled    her    eyes    at    nothing    in    particular    and    took    a    sip    of    her    champagne.    her    therapist    taught    her    what    to    do    to    avoid    a    pr    nightmare.    distract,    distract,    distract.

“    what    are    you    drinking?   ”    she    pipes    up,    eyes    on    her    neighbor.    she    offered    a    sweet    smile,    patting    once    more    at    her    hair.