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guardingxsword​:

“Oh nooooooon… What a loss…”

“ Ehhh... I’m sure he’ll be back after his tantrum... he seems keen on stealing my shades, so I don’t think he’d pass that up so easily. ”

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“ ...I can’t believe Jet broke... ”

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I bet the other 50% is nerd, ya nerd bird.

“ Fun fact: these shades have prescription lenses. ”

“ Too bad no-one will believe you. ”

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The Rumor Come Out: Does Burrow is Gay?

“ Burrow is gay is the most discussed in the media in the few years ago. Even it has happened in 2012, but some of the public still curious about what is exactly happening and to be the reason there is a rumor comes out about his gay. At that time he became the massive social networking rumor. ”

“ The public, especially his fans are shocked. He just came out with his bad rumor which is spread massively. This time is not about his archaeology career, but his bad rumor. The rumor is out of standardize of hoax, according the last reported this archaeologist revealed himself as homosexual. Do you still believe or not, this rumor is really much talked by people even in a person of his fans. ”

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mobian-of-science​:

The scream and sound of the falling body behind her made the albino jump in a startled way. Turning around she saw the falcon on the ground in pain. Was it because she distracted him? Immediate guilt. Without a second thought the small scientist made her way to the stranger, her eyes desperately searching for blood seeping through the feathers. “Yeah, everyone has such impression the first time.” Flask sighed and chuckled nervously at the falcon’s note. “More importantly, you shouldn’t just get up like this. Are you alright?” The confidence in the chemist’s voice was gone without a trace, only leaving worry and guilt. “I am so sorry, I got arrogant and I didn’t warn you pro…”

The shot was fired, the mouse’s ears twitching at the sound of it leaving the machine. The stranger looked confident, so the albino fell back immediately, rolling backwards on the rollerblades that popped out of her sneakers at the simple touch.

Alright, that was a solid skill. Flask was never the one to deny someone’s achievements. But he was definitely showing off at that point! Was there some sort of a competition now that she wasn’t aware about?

“Indeed, I would very much appreciate it if you wouldn’t look down at scientists.” The chemist huffed, but quickly softened. “But well, I overreacted, sorry. I just get what you said a lot and people don’t really stop on those words.” The red eyes were rolled at some of extremely annoying memories regarding the subject. “Still I should’ve been more considerate. Sorry, you got hit because of me. Are you sure you are feeling alright? I can lend you some cream that helps the bruises heal quicker.” The albino offered. It seemed like her mood was switching from one to another at the drop of a hat, which made her look kind of hyper and over the top.

Seeing her shift through emotions in this way, the falcon made a mental note to keep himself as straightforward as possible for the time being. Too much of that must drain a hell of a lot of energy...

But regardless, he’d step out of the way of the cannon’s line of fire, back toward the wall close to her hexagon and gave an apologetic smile.

“ I definitely understand that... I may not look it now, but I actually served as an intern archaeologist before the War began, ” he explains, rubbing the back of his head bashfully.

“ You’d be surprised how many people would take one look at me, with how bookish I looked in my old gear and glasses and think I was easy pickings. There’s no need to apologize for being sick of the assumptions. ”

His smile gets a bit less sheepish, and a bit more genuine as he leans back against the wall. The mouse’s offer would catch him a bit off guard, but it was welcome. No need to end up in-arms over a bit of botched wording. The falcon politely shakes his head in refusal.

“ I do appreciate the offer, and I thank you for that, I just... would feel bad using your stuff on an injury like this. ” His intent for refusal seemed pure, but even he was having trouble hiding the swelling that was occurring on the side of his face. The falcon, despite the genuine smile, did in fact, seemed to be wincing. Was he just used to hiding his pain?

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hoverboardhoodlums​:

Jet sure wasn’t admiring anything as he simply flicked the back of Absolute’s ear with a non-plussed expression on his face. “Y’know, you could be a little more grateful that we’re taking the time to make sure you’re not gonna get hurt when your ship goes down.” he pointed out, fully convinced he was making a convincing argument. “Most thieves’d just leave you two for dead.”

“Yup, that’s the Babylon Rogues code of honor right there!” Storm boasted. “Y’know, that codes where the expression ‘honor among thieves’ actually comes from!”

“Y’know, they say that every bird on the planet descends from the Babylonians, which means all you need to join is a beak and feathers.” he said as he crouched towards Ebon a bit. “What do you say, lady? Interested in ditching Fido here and running with some real sky pirates?”

“Hey Jet, you gonna be done flirting soon?” Wave asked, rubbing her temples. “I’d like to get off this clunker before it makes a water landing if that’s at all possible.”

“Alright, alright, I’m coming.” Jet said as he stood up and grabbed his Gear from Storm. “Babylon Rogues, back to the ship!” Wave and Storm shot up into the sky on their hoverboards towards the war blimp they called home, with Jet following after shooting Ebon a quick call me gesture.

Even as the trio flies off back to their ship, the remaining sky pirates are left scowling -particularly Ebon- at the Rogues’ airship as their own descended in the sky.

“ I hope he doesn’t intend to collect, ‘cause the only thing I’m bound to call him for, is my size nines up his feathered- ”

“ Focus, Eb. We’ll be outta here soon enough. We’re gonna need to put on our game faces. ”

...Later...

On the Rogues’ airship, despite the jovial air of a good ill-gotten haul, there would still be a slight sense of unease... one might notice a metallic ‘thunk’ from outside the hull... followed by the brief sound of... footprints...? On the hull...?

And now... the unmistakable sound of a Drill Wispon, and, whizzing through the halls now was a particular red whirl of avian snark. Each camera would seemed to be jerked to the side before the feed would be cut. Though, never before catching a distinct glimpse of red feathers and pointy yellow anime shades.

“ Everything’s going well on my end! ” Burrow would confirm into his headset. A grin was plastered over his beak, as though messing with the Rogues was cause for amusement. “ Make sure ya make it through your end too, sis. We got this! ”

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“ Honestly, I could probably pull off a Gurren Lagan costume for Halloween. ”

Says the walking Gurren Lagan reference.

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sweetcreamrabbit​:

Cream jumped at the voice before looking to see that it belonged to a falcon and fiddle with her hands.

“I would be grateful…” She gave a small smile to the stranger as It was true that she was nervous and the rabbit was happy that the other was offering to tag along with her in the HQ. “And I know that…. But it’s… hard..? I lost my mother here and watched so many people.”

The falcon nods, returning a soft smile to the worried girl. 

“ I understand completely, ” he assures her. He knew all too well how it felt to watch people you cared for disappear right before eyes... Burrow was simply glad that this girl had gotten her mother back from the virus. He may now be an orphan, but he loathed the idea of anyone else sharing in that same suffering. “ After everything that’s happened, it’s natural to be scared to go back. But I know one thing for sure, and that’s the fact that you’re very brave to do so anyway. ” 

Of course, Cream was brave for reasons well beyond coming back to a place of tragedy. But as far as the archaeologist knew, this simply another civilian. Regardless, he steps up to the buzzer, patiently waiting for the rabbit to build up her courage.

“ There’s no rush, friend. And no shame in taking your time. If you want or need to talk more about it, feel free to just let it all out. I may not have ears like you mammals do, but I like to think I’m a good listener anyway. ” He grins at his own joke, leaning back against the door with his hands behind his head.

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“Are they following me because they’re interested in rping or do they just need the follow-back follower count?”

I’ve been seeing this a lot lately and I understand if people get miffed about it. I would be too. And I think it’s a good call to try and interact with folks by calling attention to it.

let it be known though

if I follow you but we never rp, it’s not that i’m using you to get my follower count up.

I’m just rlly bad at making the first move.

Follower count doesn’t mean squat to me since I know that it usually ends up being like, dead blogs I’ll never see again. So yeah. 

This is a post where I’m encouraging you, the reader, to make the first move. Just try and talk to the people you follow, even if you don’t think they’d be interested in rping ( provided you follow their rules on contact, mutuals, ect ). Maybe they wanna rp? Maybe they don’t. Your chances can only increase if you come with an idea to bring to the table, so just try it!

Maybe a friendship will happen, maybe it won’t. But at the VERY LEAST you can say you tried.

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“ Boy, did I miss some shit last night, apparently... ”

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Research Notes: The Cardinal Wands

Once upon a time, in ages past, the Echidna Tribe was a terrifying force of nature, conquering all in their path, amassing as much power as they could through relics and artifacts, like the Chaos Emeralds, and the Master Emerald.

The Ancient Babylonians, aware of the Echidnas’ expanding territory, sought to craft relics of their own, to keep their homes secure. And, using the power of the Arks of the Cosmos, they imbued five wands with the power of the winds. And to prevent the Echidna Tribe from using their own relics against them, made sure they could be wielded only by Babylonians with a strong connection to the skies they adored such.

With one for each cardinal direction, and one for the solar forces that keep the planet’s air moving, five guardians were tasked with defending against any incursions that may occur. 

For a time, they were successful. And once the Echidnas were no longer a danger, everything was peaceful. With the Cardinal Wands in their possession, they would be free to continue on living...

                                                                       ...until they weren’t.

Eventually, they say a Mad Tyrant rose up, taking the Cardinal Wands for himself, and in an entirely unprecedented manner, attained a monstrous form that had not been seen before. And, uncontested, this Tyrant would wreak havoc upon the Babylonian people using the whirling power granted by the relics.

Finally, the children of those who crafted the wands would gather the Arks of the Cosmos, combining their strength to pull the wands from the usurper, and sealed the wands away, to prevent such tragedy from ever happening again.

Despite evidence for these relics existing in many Babylonian ruins, I have yet to uncover the relics myself. Perhaps they’re out there still. But this begs the question...

If, one day, a descendant of the Babylonians managed to gather the Cardinal Wands once more, would they too, attain the power the Mad Tyrant once wielded? One can only wonder.

Perhaps one day, I’ll find out for myself. But for now, I have other matters to attend to. I can’t keep my friends waiting, after all.

-Burrow

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hoverboardhoodlums​:

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“Alright Rogues, let’s do a final rundown on the checklist.” Jet instructed. “Wave, what’s the status on the autopilot?”

“All taken care of.” Wave said with a thumps up. “This ship’s locked on a course for a water-landing, and I’ve even set the landing gear on a timer to drop.”

“Great job!” jet grinned. “Now then, Storm, about the loot?”

“It’s all on our ship, boss!” Storm puffed his chest out proudly. “There’s all sorts of valuables, and I got every last piece of it on the ship by myself!”

“I’d be lost without you, big guy. Now then, what’s left…we got the loot, made sure the ship goes down safe…oh yeah!” Jet yanked on an end of rope tied tightly around Absolute and Ebon. “Can’t forget to prevent pursuers!” The hawk laughed as he patted the wolf’s head. “You two should really count yourselves lucky. Being robbed by the Babylon Rogues is kind of an honor! Feel proud that your humble ship was deemed worth the effort of the greatest thieves in the world!”

Violet eyes glare out from behind an ornate mask, a low growl building as the trio gloated their apparent victory. Absolute wasn’t exactly proud of this little slip up, and to be beaten at his own game was, quite frankly, a stain on his pride that he refused to let abide.

“ You wanna act smug now, but when this bites you in your feathered behind, you will regret setting foot on The Dauntless, Rouges... ”

Beside the boy, tied to the deck alongside him was Ebon, who was shifting restlessly against her bonds, and stared out over the open sky.

“ And this WILL bite you back, ”  the raven affirms, jaw set in concentration.  “ We’ll make sure of that. Even if you walk off this ship right now, you have a whirling storm headed your way. ”

This seemed to be bold talk coming from a couple of teenagers who now sat helplessly, tied up in ropes and no longer able to fight, but one had to admire their moxie.

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pistolbitten​:

Concealed in the heavy shrouds of the temple’s darkness, Nack watched the hawk for what seemed like an eternity. Like a mouse scurrying its way over to cheese in a trip, poor Burrow failed to grasp that this was calculated. The Legendary Outlaw could have handled this on his own, but why waste his time? Why spend his energy? If this hawk would be such an unsuspecting participant, then he’d not only reap the fruits of their labor, but he’d do it with the iconic grin people knew him for across this planet.

Besides, who was this other Mobian to him? Nack Jovi Queen was Fang the Sniper, and Fang the Sniper was the undeniable Legendary Outlaw. His title struck fear into the hearts of even the most formidable crime organizations which lurked in the shadows. This was second nature to him — this made his blood pump — and it’d be without mercy that he, with his gun drawn on Burrow, didn’t even flinch at their Whispon as he greeted them.

He’d seen the weapon more than once in his life. His time in the war meant he had more than enough experience with downing Resistance soldiers who dared to point it at the best gunslinger on the planet.

“You best put that THING away now, boy,” spat Nack, his sickening grin so wide it might make anyone puke. He shook his head and continued with a tone far too pleasant for his own good. “That TOY of yers ain’t gonna make a dent against ME! I’ll give ya a chance, though: aaaaaalllll ya gotta do is be a NICE little bird an’ step away from MY gem. Unlike YOU, I’ve got some BUSINESS t’take care of with that thing.  YOU won’t miss it, I’m sure, so THAT’S why ya got just one chance now, kid.”

Crushing a pebble underfoot with the heel of his boot, he snarled, “STEP. BACK. An’ if you even THINK of firin’ that thing, I will LIGHT yer ass up so fast an’ sell those shades’a yers at th’ PAWN SHOP where they belong!”

Behind the falcon’s shades, his brow would furrow. With that hat, and that gun... that one fang glinting in the light of his torch... Burrow’s beak clamped shut. Knowing exactly who this was, he wasn’t all too keen on trying to fight his way out. Not that it mattered when he’d simply end up mangled worse than thanksgiving turkey after a family dinner.

If he knew anything about this stranger, it was that he was no Infinite. In a way, he could be considered worse. Unlike Infinite, he wouldn’t exactly walk away from a fight with him in such close corners... and given that wide, ear-to-ear grin that just SCREAMED ‘itchy trigger finger’, he wasn’t big on the idea that this one would spare him on the account of ‘not being a threat’.

No... this was Nack Jovi Queen. 

And one wrong move with him, would spell the end of Burrow the Falcon.

And so, knowing full well when he’s beat, he takes a step back from the mural. And another. Even as his feathers bristled in frustration, he stepped back. That gem might easily be a fake, meant to symbolize what he thought it was in the mural, but he wasn’t about to let these ruins be his tomb over the possibility that it wasn’t.

“ It’s all yours, ” he concedes, silently cursing his failure to detect Nack in the first place. Orange eyes look once more at the place this stone was embedded... the faded art of cowering people... if the scene in the mural was a clue, then...

Of course.

“ But I’m sure I don’t have to tell you that taking things from places like this can mean a world of trouble. ”

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New Arbat Avenue, Moscow, Russia 2018

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on the few occasions burrow is set off and furious, he can and will screech. he is a falcon after all, and the piercing cries he lets out WILL hurt your ears if he’s close enough. unfortunately, a screech of terror is nearly identical, and bolting awake from a nightmare will inevitably wake up anyone nearby.

on the same note, he lets off a quieter set of noises in his sleep if he’s comfortable. he doesn’t know he does this, and would be extremely embarrassed if he ever found out.

whenever he’s cold, his feathers will puff up all at once, resulting in the appearance of a fluffy, red marshmallow man with a beak and anime shades. he also hates this.

his feathers are also extremely sensitive, and as a result, he can detect changing air currents and vibrations, which comes in very handy if you frequent deadly ruins, or are being chased by a giant crab mech that’s flinging rocks at you from behind.

this kind of sensitivity, as well as his keen perception and insane reaction time makes his wire shot and drill wispon a terrifying combination when wielded by him. an unprepared opponent could easily find themselves in the middle of a wombo combo of epic proportions if they aren’t careful.

he is a HUGE nerd, and will spend hours gleaning as much information from a single mural or engraving in any ancient structure. if he had any patience whatsoever, he’d have cleaned out every library of historical treatises and textbooks. however, he much prefers to be in the field, doing his own work rather than sitting still. 

once the war ended, he’d stream audiobooks through his headset, just so he could learn more without having to sit still. 

in addition to his job providing him with a love of preserved meats and rock candies that have long shelf lives, he can and will eat honey DIRECTLY from a fucking bottle or jar. you cannot stop him. he’s already consumed it. you’re never getting it back.

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