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[[ good afternoon dash!!

I've got some important news

A new sonic convention has popped up in Reno, and I thought everyone should know about it!

Silver's english voice actor Pete Capella will be attending! It's happening June 13-15, 2025 at the grand sierra hotel in Reno Nevada!

You can find more information at the sonic neon summit web page! [Since Tumblr is mean and won't let me link to it directly.]

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[ooc: okay i did do a quick personal drawing today......... @voxfuturi likes black doom........... AHEM]

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"Yes, plural."

Nega reiterates, neatly setting the spoon back into the soup as he leans just a little on the table.

"You are hailed as one of the greatest scientific minds of the previous era. Your work has been used in countless advancements in fields beyond the scope of psychiatry."

He sits up straight again, seeming to think on this. He's pulling information, like something he may well have learned at school. Out from his memory because it held a relevant fact. It has the tone of something rote memorized from college lecture.

"In fact, I believe the principles you laid out for psychological conditioning were used extensively in the last great war. We have you to thank for the modern, socially stable Mobius that my generation is currently experiencing. There's hardly any crime outside the occasional terrorist attack against GenaTech Solutions &, our operation bases. I'd hazard to call you a household name."

"You flatter me, Doctor, I think my mind would be equally as vulnerable to your skill as anyone."

Seemed Nega was willing to tell Starline precisely exactly what he knew. No digging required, since he seems a very earnest and forthright individual.

At least it is clearly robotic, it's not some kind of chimerical horror. Just a very polite chair that raises comfortably up to the table so he could reach all the utensils easily. Nega sits as well though the chair doesn't have to do its little bow maneuver for him. Napkin unfolded with a flourish, the light softens a touch.

"If you'll pardon the admission, I cheated a little bit when it came to the food. One of the facts that survived about you was your diet preferences."

"You've been the subject of several extremely interesting biographies. Please, go ahead."

The soup is still nice and hot, there's a plethora of spices in it and a nice little garnish. There's ice water right beside it. The EPITOME of luxury in the future. Ice was hard to come by and non-chlorine tasting water even more so. Cut up little slices of those blue lemons were available to put in the glasses as well.

He's halfway to taking a spoonful of soup before the first question seems to pop in and he's learning forward just a little. Radiating enthusiasm, so much so that the food is a -second- or even third thought!

"The fragmented history we have on you says you aren't just the discoverer of the Warp Topaz, and I hope you don't mind this inquiry, Doctor but there are some mentions that you're something of a highly skilled hypnotist as well?"

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"I feel like something horrible is about to happen..."

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When do you gaze at your Soulmate?

[[ thanks taggedby: @dr-starline YOU ASKED FOR THIS!!! ]]

"Seems reasonable, considering what I have to look at."

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An ice cold chill runs up Mercy's spine at this, and he nearly withdraws his hand from the other hedgehog's grasp. His thoughts are moving beyond the indeterminate confines of the 'future.' Suddenly brought to the here and now when he's asked that question.

On one hand, he had absolutely nothing to gain by extending his stay here longer to engage in...activities. On the other, there was a tickle at the back of his skull that drove him to look down. Steady himself and reply with just the softest voice he had used yet. It clearly takes a lot of effort and he utters it with a bow.

"[If it is not an imposition. I'd like to leave myself in your care.]"

That was as much of a yes as anything, roundabout as it may be. It looks like Mercy would be staying here longer than anticipated.

The scar was something he hadn't noticed until Merlot pointed it out to him. That much is obvious with the way his eyes widen just slightly. Thankfully though, manners prevail and he doesn't give into his immediate desire to ask what happened.

"[I appreciate you being patient with me.]"

He's much more relaxed now, no longer 'projecting' himself into this space with his guard up.

"[The experience you have in this field really shows, since you can deal with such a difficult customer like me.]"

He exhales slowly, whatever this conversation is doing for him. It seems to renew that look of determination in his eyes. Looks like it is about time to go, by his estimation.

"[What do I owe you for your time? I did not pay anything at the door.]"

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The scar was something he hadn't noticed until Merlot pointed it out to him. That much is obvious with the way his eyes widen just slightly. Thankfully though, manners prevail and he doesn't give into his immediate desire to ask what happened.

"[I appreciate you being patient with me.]"

He's much more relaxed now, no longer 'projecting' himself into this space with his guard up.

"[The experience you have in this field really shows, since you can deal with such a difficult customer like me.]"

He exhales slowly, whatever this conversation is doing for him. It seems to renew that look of determination in his eyes. Looks like it is about time to go, by his estimation.

"[What do I owe you for your time? I did not pay anything at the door.]"

"[I was terrified. For a moment I-.]"

Mercy really seems to be warming up, not just in the way he let's his gaze linger on his host. His whole frame seems to be increasing in temperature. That pulse is strong and warm, like...until this very moment. He hadn't actually been here. More like a ghost than a physical being until it felt safe.

Like he wouldn't need to make an emergency time jump at a moments notice. He is steadily becoming more vibrant to the eye. A slight opalescence developing on the ends of his white quills. His eyes a more fiery, reflective gold. ...There's a faint aura around his whole being, the traces of his psychic ability becoming just slightly visible. It is like comparing a faded Polaroid with the real object.

"[It's good to meet someone like me. Someone. Aware. Of how unstable all this really is. I was still outside until just now. Ready to go back in case anything happened.]"

Aha, there's the explanation. Now, how Mercy manages to accomplish being in two or even more When's at once. He doesn't elaborate further on the subject.

"[The butterfly effect is terrifying. A lot of that is what makes my job so difficult...I try not to look anywhere but straight ahead incase I need to appear in the same time as myself-]"

Suddenly he looks sheepish again. Immediately moving to get the topic off of himself.

"[I'm sorry, I'm being very narcissistic talking about myself so much. How long have you worked here?]"

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I know Silver ascended the first time he tried food that wasn’t from a future that looked like a melted hell

The hot dog has coleslaw on it because he’s a weird food combo guy

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"What do you even say to someone who's that good looking?"

"Every single one of you would fold the exact same way."

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☆ put this star into the inbox of your favourite blogs. it's time to spread positivity!

AAAAHHHHHHH

Thank you snip!!!!

I appreciate you sending me a star...

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☆ put this star into the inbox of your favourite blogs. it's time to spread positivity!

ABSOLUTELY NOT

You come into my inbox with this!?

Thank you so much I appreciate knowing I'm one of your favorites...

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[[ harassing my moots with love... ]]

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"SIR I AM ENCOURAGING YOU TO TURN YOUR ASK BOX OFF NOW!!!!!!!" -@dr-starline

"What for, Doctor? If these furries have something to say, they can say it to my inbox."

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"[I was terrified. For a moment I-.]"

Mercy really seems to be warming up, not just in the way he let's his gaze linger on his host. His whole frame seems to be increasing in temperature. That pulse is strong and warm, like...until this very moment. He hadn't actually been here. More like a ghost than a physical being until it felt safe.

Like he wouldn't need to make an emergency time jump at a moments notice. He is steadily becoming more vibrant to the eye. A slight opalescence developing on the ends of his white quills. His eyes a more fiery, reflective gold. ...There's a faint aura around his whole being, the traces of his psychic ability becoming just slightly visible. It is like comparing a faded Polaroid with the real object.

"[It's good to meet someone like me. Someone. Aware. Of how unstable all this really is. I was still outside until just now. Ready to go back in case anything happened.]"

Aha, there's the explanation. Now, how Mercy manages to accomplish being in two or even more When's at once. He doesn't elaborate further on the subject.

"[The butterfly effect is terrifying. A lot of that is what makes my job so difficult...I try not to look anywhere but straight ahead incase I need to appear in the same time as myself-]"

Suddenly he looks sheepish again. Immediately moving to get the topic off of himself.

"[I'm sorry, I'm being very narcissistic talking about myself so much. How long have you worked here?]"

'Mercy's shoulders tense hard when 'Merlot' starts that sentence. He freezes, and that faint pulse halts along with it. Then it gets faster, beating harder in his chest as the rest of the affirmation unfurls from his hosts' lips.

This hedgehog seemed to know about him, knew what he was up to. It made sense, there was a strange aura around Merlot. Something that makes the constant rush of alternate timelines, branching split second pathways to one future or another, slow down. 'Merlot' made him focus on the here and now, so he had to be very powerful indeed. The realization comes with the temporal clarity.

"[I'm...still here.]"

Mercy's free hand leaves the glass and he touches his chest and then up to his neck. His voice drops down to that near whisper again, but this time he gets closer to Merlot. His body temperature seems to be ticking upward as well. He's approaching lukewarm!

"[I didn't disappear so...Nothing significant must have changed.]"

He glances at Merlot, a look of bewildered joy crossing his face.

"[I thought I would...phase out of existence if someone from the past realized what I am.]"

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At least it is clearly robotic, it's not some kind of chimerical horror. Just a very polite chair that raises comfortably up to the table so he could reach all the utensils easily. Nega sits as well though the chair doesn't have to do its little bow maneuver for him. Napkin unfolded with a flourish, the light softens a touch.

"If you'll pardon the admission, I cheated a little bit when it came to the food. One of the facts that survived about you was your diet preferences."

"You've been the subject of several extremely interesting biographies. Please, go ahead."

The soup is still nice and hot, there's a plethora of spices in it and a nice little garnish. There's ice water right beside it. The EPITOME of luxury in the future. Ice was hard to come by and non-chlorine tasting water even more so. Cut up little slices of those blue lemons were available to put in the glasses as well.

He's halfway to taking a spoonful of soup before the first question seems to pop in and he's learning forward just a little. Radiating enthusiasm, so much so that the food is a -second- or even third thought!

"The fragmented history we have on you says you aren't just the discoverer of the Warp Topaz, and I hope you don't mind this inquiry, Doctor but there are some mentions that you're something of a highly skilled hypnotist as well?"

No sooner has he gone through, the robot follows and the time-gate closes. Nega making his appearance shortly after the last stray sparks of temporal-displacement energy fizzle out. The air is very clean inside the Neo-Eggbase, clean and refreshingly cool unlike the sandblasted wasteland just outside of Chaos Towers' walls.

"So good to see you Doctor Starline, Thank you for coming on such short notice."

His formalities still when Starline mentions bringing something along with him. That has the Doctor straightening with a hum.

"Oh, I knew I forgot something. Thank you for bringing something for dessert. It completely eluded me."

Right there among the dishes was a nice open spot where say...a cookie laden science plate could fit. What a glaringly obvious oversight. They had soup, salad, a main course but...nothing sweet! Really, it was obvious who saved the day here.

The table is devoid of meat, and most of it is recognizable...but there are some unusually colored things in the mix. Like a slice of something resembling a lemon on the edge of the soup... it is bright blue. Assorted crudite laying in neat geometric patterns but the colors of the vegetables are swapped.

"I hope the simplicity of the food won't be disagreeable. I'm not much of a cook, but I put together hasselback back potatoes, spicy lentil & coconut soup and, Eggless spinach soufflé for your visit."

The chair closest to the mobian moves of its own accord, slinking back and crouching low for him like a strange cushioned animal.

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Headcanon time!

Let me give all the moots a run down on Silver's time!

Most of Mobius has been decimated by the conflict between Overlanders & Mobians, as well as subsequent conflicts with successive generations of Robotniks.

Agricultural output is basically zilch outside of the auspices of GenaTech Solutions. The largest company on the planet that isn't owned by the Neo-Mobian Government. Their headquarters is the enclosed '15 minute walk' paradise known as Chaos Towers where bigwigs and GenaTech employees get to enjoy a higher standard of living than ordinary mobians. It's a 'dream job' for most of the population since it's ostensibly operating to save the world. When in reality it is an incredibly wasteful government funded corporation that is just the latest in diabolical schemes from Eggman Nega.

Chaos Towers is a smaller community located within the mega-city known as 'Crisis City'. It sits within the original habitation dome set up right after the war ended.

Crisis City is the site of one of the major reconstruction efforts after the last major mobian v. overlander conflicts. It has steadily grown outward over the years and unfortunately exceeded its original max population. Additional habitation domes have been constructed over the original with steadily declining quality to match the declining population. Wealthier Mobians live closer to or even inside of the original habitation Dome and enjoy relatively worry free living.

The further out you go the lifespan rate crashes back down to 'normal' ranges and life gets much tougher. Working with outdated tech and clapped out infrastructure, living in the 'outer' dome is better than living in the wasteland outside. But it isn't the idyllic paradise that the original dome offers.

There are other cities still active across the planet, some with fewer or even more domes than Crisis City. These are plagued with their own difficulties, like West Mobotropolis is notorious for having faulty power grid systems. Radical City in the east is sinking lower by the year due to water being siphoned out from underground. GenaTech Solutions has promised answers to all of these problems, but are frequently hamstrung by 'terrorism' in the form of Mobians like Silver who have caught on to the scheme.

Silver has lived in the shadow of GenaTech Solutions his whole life. The bio-mechanical replacements in his eyes were made by them, and the hospital that treated his burns is run by them.

For all the good they claim to do, he is still aware of a rat in the works.

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"YOU!?"

The transmission cuts out in short order and Nega starts pacing. A growing cloud of metal objects accumulating around him, being flung off at high speed in seemingly random directions. A bolt smashes into a plate glass window, a stray screw shooting like a bullet and lodging itself into a wall panel.

Of course, his ancestor. SOMEHOW. Had managed to infiltrate his city and set up some kind of do-gooder establishment. It didn't maks sense, Robotniks were an evil breed. This all had to be some kind of ploy. His ancestor couldn't be the greatest threat in the past, he also had to come tamper with the ne'er-do-wells that came after him!

He stills himself by a console thankfully undamaged as the bits and bobs rain down noisily to the metal floor. His fingers pass along the keyboard, finding their places.

"I will see to this."

They start moving in a whirl, seeking to reestablish that connection less directly -and- find where that eyesore was located in the sprawl of Mobius' few inhabited domes. He wouldn't be bold enough to set it up here, in Crisis City, surely? Not with the looming Chaos Towers being the principle set piece of the skyline!

Julian stared at the monitors for just a bit longer, reading the report he was given at the same time. "Good." He muttered to himself, seeing the last Eggrobo taking a one way Warp Ring back to its factory.

The latest Workshop for Robotnik Industries was complete. Fully stocked with product, Cogs to slowly expand and self defense mechanisms to ensure a certain grey mustached man couldn't destroy the place easily...

It was time to begin the liberation. It was time to help the masses...

It was time..

For Robotnik Industries to do what it did best. Make the world a better place.