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▸  //  Despite  the  assurance,  Kit  wound  up  at  Surge’s  side  regardless.  Kneeling  and  continuing  to  look  her  over  he  offers  a  hooked  arm  for  leverage.

“A ‘dream’?”  Incredulous,  head  tilts  as  he  examines  each  twitch  and  physical  cue  the  dim  light  allows.  That  choking, familiar,  fear  of  hers  saturates  the  space  between  them.  There  would  be  little  good  in  calling  her  out  on  it,  that  didn’t  tend  to  work  in  his  favor.

“I…  I  have  dreams  where  I’m ‘fighting’ too.  Th-they  feel  so real…”  There  was  little  attempt  to  disguise  his  own  little  scowl  but  it  doesn’t  stick  around  for  long.  Even  obscured  by  the  dark,  those  tired  eyes  visibly soften.  “It’s  always  a  relief  to  wake  up,  isn’t  it? Remembering you're safe.”

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"Fine, fine. I'm--"

Breathing. Light through the tiny window of their dwelling. How did she feel...?

"...I'm fine, pipsqueak. Stupid dream, that's all... M-must have been fighting somethin', y'know? Kicked so hard I did it in real life, hah..."

No reason to give the kid an anxious spiral over her condition...

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Gently, and as quietly as possible, he is hiding the bowls and shoving the cheese in the bottom most fridge compartment.

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“  Wh. . . ”

▸  //  Peering from the bottom bunk outsized  eyes  stare  to  where  she  had  awoken.  The  confusion  as he wipes the sleep from his eyes  suggests  that  even  Kit  himself  was  unaware  of  when  or  how/if  she  fell,  just  that  whatever  happened  managed  to  disrupt  his  own  sleep-  possibly  from  Surge’s  grumblings  as  she  rose.

“  A-are  you  okay? "  Sitting  up,  pillows  fall  to  his  side  as  he  gives  her  a  distant,  cautious,  look  over. " Wh-what happened...? You didn't hit your head, did you?! Hold on, don't move-- "

(not sure how specific you want these nightmares so bear with me, for Surge) "Oh, Surge. You just don't seem to get it, do you?" Starline takes a sip from his cup of tea, pinky up. "All this talk about freedom, freedom, freedom. You'll never be free! You'll always be tied to me, deep down. I mean, even Kitsunami knows that!" He points to the fennec standing beside him. "Now why don't forget about this nonsense?" He raises his glove...

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That voice seems to creep along her skin, crawling up through her fur to sink into her eardrums, causing a kind of involuntary shudder she can't help but feel pathetic about.

No, no, no--

The kid's dead-eyed stare. The height the doctor had over them both, imposing, imperial, she was such an idiot, thinking either of them could survive out on their own, when they were made to be his--

"Shut up, shut UP--"

"SHUT THE HELL UP--!!!"

Guh--

...How long had she been out? When had she fallen off of her bed? The throbbing along her temples doesn't suggest an impact there, but the vivid nature of her visions does make her briefly wonder... Was it really a dream? Or some kind of horrific failsafe...?

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Oh he wants him DEAD

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▸ // He  would  be  right,  the  disappointment  on  Kit’s  face  was  palpable.  The  man's  immediate  answer  told  him  everything  he  needed  to  know  and  that  dull  gaze  made  this  known.  The  boy  knew  his  point  was  registered. Good. 

Stubby  fingers  work  the  phone  with  ease,  clearly  leaving  the  restaurant  menu  and  zooming  to  the  contacts. Then  it  rings,  purposefully  put  on  speaker.

“Why  don’t  we  just  ask  her?”

It  was  an  obvious  solution,  wasn’t  it?  Fuyumi  was  her  own  person.  It  was  about  time  her  own  father  learned  to  be  a  bit  more  curious.

"She's usually fine with whatever we bring home, if anything. Fuyumi's not exactly picky, don't imagine she'd ask for anything as expensive as bluefin--"

He seems to realize his mistake the second after it leaves his mouth, not helped by the boy's deadpan stare. One might think that was the kid's default expression, but Enji was familiar enough with that slight disappointed darkening behind his eyes...

Had he ever really... asked? A memory pokes at the back of his mind, of his daughter lamenting her lack of skill at western dishes, her desire to cook with fancier ingredients, remembering her wish to make something with truffle one day. For some reason, it didn't seem to mesh with his recollections of the few times he had brought food home, how grateful she'd been...

Probably not... about the food itself.

"...What... do you think she'd like, Kitsunami...?"

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▸ // A  day  passes.  The  midday  quietude  amplifies  the  clicking  of  steps  in  the  near  distance.  They  grow  louder,  now  accompanied  by  brisk  rummaging.  Every  now  and  then  a  voice  chimes  in,  soft  and  analytical  as  every  scrap  observed  was  subjected  to  harsh  appraisals.  “Junk.”  “Unusable.”  “Ew??”  Statements  typically  followed  by  the  insufferable  clang  of  rejected  metal  hitting  the  ground.

▸ // A  soft  sigh.  A  shake  of  the  head.  The  steps  continue  past  nearly  missing  the  presence  of  another  entirely.  It  was  what  might  have  been  a  voice  that  forces  eager  steps  to  backtrack.

Entering  the  desolate  room  and  coming  across  unmarked  boxes  unearths  irritable  exaltations.

There  was  no  one.  Was  he  just  hearing  things?

▸ // Still,  curiosity  urges  him  to  scrounge  around  for  anything  useful.  Then,  turning  a  head,  he  sees  it:  an  odd  device  plastered  dead  center  of  the  room. Gingerly  rushing  over  and  taking  it  into  his  grasp,  its  camera  should  now  have  a  good  view  of  just  who  was  making  all  that  noise:  an  unassuming  child.  Marveling  at  all  the  bits  and  bobs  while  rotating  the  gadget  in  his  grip.

“A  mini…  laptop?  I’ve  been  meaning  to  get  a  pc…  still,  looks  pretty  old-”  A  paranoid  gaze  scans  the  room.  “-Who  would  leave  something  like  this  here…? Hm.”

For a brief moment, a brilliant flash radiates from a ring portal, brightening up a desolate, dilapidated basement. During its brief existence a small handheld device falls through, landing on the floor below. As both the portal and its radiance vanish, the room's remaining illumination is a pale green light emitting from the new arrival.

It lies there motionlessly, aside from the slow strobe of its screen, which vaguely reveals its surroundings: a dark and nearly empty room filled with a few unlabeled boxes and other indistinct shapes littered across the floor. Hours pass. Days and weeks go by. An indeterminable time occurs until eventually, the avatar of a lynx flashes onto its screen, opening her eyes to take in the world around her.

Am I... awake? How long have I been out of commission...? I should have just arrived here a few hours ago, right? Nicole thinks to herself as she gazes around the run-down room using the camera on her body. "Hello?! Is anyone there?" she calls out, again and again over several minutes; her only response being the faint, distant rumble of civilization. Whether it was vehicle, wind, water, the bustle of people who did not notice her, or the hum of machinery, was unknown to her for now.

"Do the people on this planet even have an internet or technology in general?" She debates to herself, as she begins to scan for any sign of modern civilization in her vicinity.

Nicole@RootDirectory/Tools/: ./netScan SSID SIGNAL BARS montana_rusa 38 ▄█-- Analysis of montana_rusa indicates an 11-character password. Attempting to brute force... Estimated time - 9d 3h 23m

"..." A brief moment of silence passes by, as Nicole's on-screen visage flickers on and off in frustration.

"Alone. Immobile. My only immediate hope being some unknown network I that's going to take a week and a half to break into. "

"Ugh. I suppose this is karma for what I've done, then. I escape the consequences of my actions only to end up confined in an abandoned basement with nothing to do." She rambles to her surroundings, in the vain hope that someone would hear her. This act of desperation is met with the uncaring howl of wind passing through the upper level of the building. After a few minutes of waiting for a response, a noise, anything resembling a sign of life to no avail, she resumes her protest of her self-inflicted problems in hopes that it makes time pass by just a bit quicker.

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arrival.txt Keeping a record of this to myself for future reference. I'm awake. I can't tell how long it's been since my escape. I don't know where I ended up, but there seems to be some sort of network nearby. I can't tell if I'm badly damaged, the signal is weak, or if this network has unusually strong encryption, but it's going to take over a week to break into it. As much as I'd like to take a more efficient approach, my options are limited, and I desperately need to get a better idea of what this world is like. In the meantime, I'll keep attempting to catch the attention of someone, something. anyone. nearby. And try not to go crazy waiting this out. I've been through worse. I can handle a little boredom.

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"S-S-Stop giving Surge cheese!"

"It's just going to upset her tummy!"

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▸ // Oh anon, he is going to kill you.

Surge, have you ever seen the show Destroy Build Destroy? Because it seems like something you'd like.

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"...Yo, that shit looks sick..."

"Kit!!! KIT!!!! DO WE HAVE A VIDEO CAMERA???? I WANNA TRY SOMETHING!!!"

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btw wanted to mention this for like. ever. but they really swapped opinions/morals/what have you. They really set up Kit to be the empathetic/'good' one, and he is but seemingly only toward Surge at this point in time. Barely at that, considering his brainwashing is contorting his morals to fulfill his purpose of remaining 'useful' to Surge, even if it's by means that are gonna blatantly hurt her and their relationship. He's so far gone in this regard. I can only smh from a distance lmao

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his growth in skill is one of my fave aspects

also adore how curt and serious he is my son..

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▸ // Silent  glee  remains  on  normally  dour  features  as  a  small  palm  reaches  out  for  the  man’s  phone.  Of  course  waiting  for  him  to  send  out  any  last  second  texts.  There  was  no  rushing,  he  was  grateful  for  the  opportunity  but  admittedly  caused  him  to  feel  a  little  shy.  Endeavor  was  nothing  short  of  intimidating  despite  how  easily  he  let  himself  be  bullied  by  a  child  1/4th  his  size.

“Ms.Fuyumi  will  be  excited.  I  had  mentioned  this  place  prior  so  it’d  be  nice  to  at  least  sample  their  food…”  the  words  come  out  mindlessly  as  he  scrolls  through  the  menu.  There  was…  a  lot  more  on  offer  than  expected.  Unaware  of  what  made  the  dishes  so  ‘fancy’,  he  eyes  familiar  dishes. 

“‘Bluefin  sashimi’…  wow.  M-maybe  we  can  all  share  one  of  those  big  assorted  platters?  Do  you  know  if  Fuyumi  has  any  favorites?”

The  question  is  given  genuinely  but  also  as  a  test  of  some  sort;  curious  if  Enji  had  an  answer  on  his  daughter’s  preferences.

It was always… interesting? No. Notable, at the very least, how the boy's demeanor would shift from situation to situation. Despite his penchant for pranks, the apparent enjoyment he took in teasing the top hero verbally or otherwise, he always tended to shrink away whenever he asked for anything, from anyone.

It takes a moment as the man mulls the request over. They still had a few hours until they'd be heading back home, and while technically they were still on patrol, Enji had made it clear to his sidekicks and staff that Kitsunami took priority at the current moment.

Sure, he'd been questioned when he brought the boy onto the actual field with him, but it wasn't as if he was throwing the kid at villains face-first.

"...Alright, but we can't do do dine-in, it'd have to be takeout. I can pull up their menu on my phone if you want--"

Right. This, he should text Fuyumi about, to see if she wanted anything. Maybe he could even convince Shoto...? Doubtful.

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▸ // Forehead,  sore  from  frustrated  knocks,  rests  limply  against  a  meager  palm.  The  quiet  is  disturbed  by  the  clicking  and  scribbling  of  a  pen.  It  was  back  to  the  drawing  board  for  the  young  boy  who,  by  this  point,  had  spent  his  free  time  laboring  over  notes  and  blueprints.

▸ // Multiple  harsh  dashes  across  paper  signal  cessation  of  brewing  plans.

I’ve  tried  bombing  scares… twice.  I  wound  up  cleaning  that  mess  both  times. 

“What  did  I  expect…?”  he  speaks  aloud  for  a  moment, Pen  tip  raps  against  battered  paper  in  succession. 

Surge  is  faster  than  her  ability  to  process.  She  excels  at  1v1s.  Playing  to  her  strengths  is  proving a touch more  difficult  than  initially  predicted.  I  must  be  missing  something…  something  only  Surge is capable of that is beyond my own skillset.

▸ // Face  scrunches  as  a  spark  of  an  idea  burns  the  edges  of  a disjointed mind. 

Something  someone  with  her  speed  has  done  before, someone like…  Sonic.

" . . . "

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sorry for the person i become when i read the new issue tomorrow

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"R-really-?"

▸ // Awestruck,  hands  clasp  together  with  subdued  glee.  "I  say  that  sounds  like  a  great  plan.  They  wont  see  your  speed  coming,  nor  will  Tails  ever see  again  after  receiving  his  just  desserts."

"Can’t be that expensive! And even if it is, five finger discount, eh, Drippy? We can throw ‘em in self defense and nab them right back! Win win!! Whad’ya say??"

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▸ // He sighs dreamily,

"...I wish I had heavy metal shoewear to lob at a certain idiot."

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I forgot I made this model so i can make icons way faster without redrawing him every time and im sobbing at the difference between the raw and edit

Look at this fuckin thing

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