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Was it seconds? Minutes? Hours? Omega watched uneasily as dust and smoke shrouded his target from view. The cloud was obscuring any sign of success or failure. Of damage or obliteration. It was simply too quiet. The eerie silence creeping upon Omega's nervous receptors. This was not a favorable position to find himself in. He hated having to wait to see results. He abhorred not being able to see what he had wrought, with such frightful brutality, as he thought it to be. Then, there was the uncertainty that the Dark Amorphous Entity could survive his attacks. 

Then, there was an echoing sound, that grated upon Omega's audio receptors as though it were nails on a chalkboard. The sound of futility. Of triumph belonging to the other party. He had lost another skirmish. 

Anger boiled into rage. Rage bubbled into a blistering fury. How dare the Dark Amorphous Entity continue to defy him! To go so far as to laugh and mock his superior firepower. Though it had certainly proved it's endurance, the other had displayed nothing to prove that it could take any sort of offensive stance! It just stood. It's very presence, and wholeness, searing itself into Omega's mind. A challenge. A risky one, but a challenge nonetheless. 

Omega positioned himself in a stance more geared towards intimidation, as he spread apart his legs, and hunched over slightly, arms held to his torso. Glaring the best that he could with no features to display his burning distaste. The Dark Amorphous Entity was teasing him. Declaring that he was entertainment. That was something Omega was supposed to do with his inferiors or to make fun of his cohorts. How dare this thing take this from him! The satisfaction of declaring their encounter as amusing, and ultimately not worth time at all! To decimate whatever pride the enemy had left! 

Omega could stand it no longer. He was not going to wait the long minutes to prepare and fire his beam cannon. He wanted to end this now. The Dark Amorphous Entity had had it's fun. It would face obliteration. So, Omega did what any enraged animal would have, and charged forwards. Arms flung out and ready to grapple his adversary upon contact. He would crush this thing like the insect it could be compared to- Small, and hard to eradicate, but annoying nonetheless. 

Ah, rockets. Slightly more artful than guns but only just barely. At least their destruction was more absolute—there was no ducking and dodging from something with such raw power as missiles. Although they remained a human’s attempt at bottling chaos, it was a respectable attempt.

Almost.

They made contact with said Dark Amorphous Entity, exploding upon impact with flawless form and function. Fire danced around the form, consuming the body just as the fire had mere moments ago. No scream resounded from the creature.

Thereafter the attack, the smoke that surrounded Mephiles shrouded him in such a manner that seemed almost as though they drew to him. As if seeking their master’s presence, it clumped around him and blocked any damage from view. For a moment that lasted so long that it no doubt became uncomfortable for the robot, there was complete and utter silence. True silence. Nothing could be heard from the creature of darkness—not the shift of feet against the ashen floor, nor the sound of a body falling limp against the floor.

Finally, however, there was a laugh. A dim, but menacing laugh. When the darkness lifted, Mephiles stood just as he had been the entire time: resilient, whole, and mocking. The mere fact that he remained standing was an act of defiance against Omega’s very being.

"I had forgotten just how amusing you could be, Omega." Now, he spoke.

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  "...WAS IT SOMETHING I SAID?" Omega blurted, mostly to himself, as his teammate walked away from him. He had only heard from rumor that Shadow's prime directive was 'to give them a chance to be happy'. Perhaps he had taken that too literally? Had it been anyone else that he upset, Omega could have cared less. Inferiors did not matter. But those he considered to be on his level of power did. They were valuable allies. And Shadow was even in a class of his own. Shadow was a 'friend'. As loosely as the term did apply, Omega did have more of an emotional connection with the other than any other organic, or even robotic being. While Omega did not know much of Shadow's history, or even cared, Shadow knew his. Shadow knew his few uneasy feelings- scratch that, the idea that he actually had real feelings at all, as compared to simulated and parroted reactions. 

Perhaps Omega needed to reevaluate what was appropriate for conversation. 'Chances to be happy' were obviously not polite to discuss. He would refrain from mentioning them near teammate Shadow in future interactions. There was only one thing that nagged the back of Omega's processor-

...Who was the 'she'?

  "I DO NOT UNDERSTAND YOUR CONCERN OR DISCONTENT AT THE PROSPECT. I THOUGHT YOUR PRIMARY OBJECTIVE WAS ‘TO GIVE THEM A CHANCE TO BE HAPPY’. WOULD ENTERTAINMENT THAT BRINGS JOY AND EXCITEMENT TO OTHERS NOT FULFILL YOUR TARGET DIRECTIVE?"

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  "I DO NOT UNDERSTAND YOUR CONCERN OR DISCONTENT AT THE PROSPECT. I THOUGHT YOUR PRIMARY OBJECTIVE WAS 'TO GIVE THEM A CHANCE TO BE HAPPY'. WOULD ENTERTAINMENT THAT BRINGS JOY AND EXCITEMENT TO OTHERS NOT FULFILL YOUR TARGET DIRECTIVE?"

  "IT IS EXCELLENT ENTERTAINMENT FOR ALL SPECIES, GENDERS, AND AGES. YOU SHOULD TRY CHARGING, AND THEN MARKETING. YOU COULD BE A TYCOON IN THE INDUSTRY."

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  "IT IS EXCELLENT ENTERTAINMENT FOR ALL SPECIES, GENDERS, AND AGES. YOU SHOULD TRY CHARGING, AND THEN MARKETING. YOU COULD BE A TYCOON IN THE INDUSTRY."

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"THE WATER BALLOON SHOULD HAVE BEEN FILLED WITH PREVIOUSLY STAGNANT WATER AND DRAGONFLY NYMPHS- THEN IT WOULD HAVE BEEN MORE EFFECTIVE AT PERTURBING TEAMMATE SHADOW."

"…What is everyone’s obsession with disgusting me?"

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  "I DO BELIEVE POWERING DOWN FOR MINOR SOFTWARE UPDATES HAS BEEN DETRIMENTAL TO MY WELL BEING. NOT PHYSICALLY OF COURSE– I AM THE PINNACLE OF PHYSICAL PERFECTION– BUT I AM 'OUT OF THE LOOP', IF I AM TO USE YOUR ORGANIC VERNACULAR. A DISCONCERTING NOTION AT BEST. A TACTICAL DISADVANTAGE." 

"AND OF COURSE, OTHERS MAY HAVE USURPED MY RIGHTFUL POSITION AS CHIEF DESTROYER OF ALL THINGS METAL AND BRANDED AS EGGMAN EMPIRE DRONES."

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((>has free time 

>decides to log on and do a spot of lurking to see what I've been missing 

>mfw my "top fans" are all people who I have no idea who they are 

>mfw I have no idea whatsoever what's happening on my dash at all 

>mfw four days and the world is upside-down and I don't have the time to flip it back over))

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Hiatus Post

((Yeah uh 

I have school monday 

And a bunch of stuff I really need to crack down and get done; roleplaying really put me behind schedule and I do wish I had more self control. Darnit you guys are too interesting. 

So, yeah. Hiatus until further notice. I have no specified date at which I might return-- I don't know what my schedule will be like, and if I'll even have the free time to come back to RP for a long while. I'm so sorry to leave you guys hanging like this, but school takes priority. :/ 

Best of luck with all that you guys choose to do!))

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((Retracting my statement about no ooc for the sake of rp newsish things. Since I don't plan to put the hedgemega M!A in stasis while I go to bed (stasis meaning the time I'm sleeping doesn't count as time spent as the M!A) he'll be back as a robot at 7:30 am 12:19 pm EST (EDIT: I'M DUMB AND CAN'T TELL TIME). I'll probably wake up much later than that tho. 

So, any threads made as hedgemega carry on past the time and are just chronologically between threads made before and after. If for some reason you want to rp with the annoying whiny thing, but didn't get to because he was busy hiding in a locker room in a top secret military headquarters, you can message me and we can probably make a thread that's either AU or just chronologically in the past. 

whatever whatever, I'm going to bed.))

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"Laying on the floor has started to make me lose feeling. The tile is starting to feel sharp. Clammy. Is that what cold is? Eugh. This has to be over soon."

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Omega made a scratchy sounding groan, rolling over to see what the voice was coming from. Upon lifting the brim of his hat from above his eyes, Omega quickly felt his eyes widen, and his face begin to feel hot, and pulled the hat straight back down and rolled back onto his face. 

No no no no no no no. He had not wanted to see Shadow of all people when he was like this. He did not want his most respected friend looming over him. And he absolutely did not want to have to live this down- Chances were, Shadow might do that gross thing organics did called "compassion". Omega didn't want pity, or help. He could handle everything. Anything. He could take on the universe! ...When he was a robot. Now he was a meek sack of flesh holding in organs that sloshed about within him. Making strange noises and giving him no end of discomfort. 

"It's a fine place to lay. Go find your own. Away from here." Was the muffled reply, obscuring the new voice Omega found himself having. Instead of pre-recorded audio banks that synthesized a voice, he now had his own. The more he heard it, the more terrifying it was to comprehend how much he was not himself. It was deep, and from his parched throat, terribly hoarse. Though, it gave him the faint hope that Shadow would not recognize him. That this would pass, and there would be no stains or tarnish upon the glistening reputation belonging to his bulking, fiery, hard, violent, fearless self. Or his view his friend had of him. 

So Omega lay very, very still. Maybe if he didn't move, Shadow would think he was dead and go away.

Shadow’s first time back within G.U.N head quarters in the last week. The hedgehog hadn’t shown his face after his recent scrap with the mad Doctor Robotnik- all within good reason of course. Or.. What he saw as good reason at least. 

Unfortunately though, Shadow had not given his place of employment much notice- in fact, he had not made contact with G.U.N for the entire week, or most the week after- rather he found himself entirely avoiding the organization, leaving him with much to answer for when he finally did decide to show his face.  That of course giving him a lengthy visit to the head quarters. It seemed G.U.N didn’t appreciate their agents dropping off the face of the Earth without contact. Understandably he supposed, but letting them know what had happened was simply not in Shadow’s interest. He merely told them that he had himself a little vacation, getting away with the skin of his teeth.  With that out of his way the hedgehog found himself loitering around the headquarters, perhaps in some faint hope to ‘make it up’ to the organisation for his earlier disappearance. He supposed he had to get some things from the locker rooms, he’d left his communicator there and if he was going to leave he guessed he should of had it on him. Hopefully being able to contact the hedgehog would put the Commander’s mind at ease. Well, he hoped so anyway.  Upon making his way inside Shadow had one thing on his mind- right up until he near walked on the strange figure of a.. Hedgehog? Shadow had never seen this particular mobian before- who was he? And more importantly why was he… Laying around on the floor?  Shadow came to a pause, at first the confused and curious hedgehog took a glance around the otherwise deserted locker room, in the thought that maybe he could see why this strange new hedgehog was laying around on the floor…  To no avail of course, and so, it was time to execute plan B… To ask.. With the clearing of his throat, crimson eyes pinned down on the very strange new hedgehog, Shadow began the task of finding out the why.  "Are you alright? You’ve picked an odd place to lay"

There was never any ‘playing around’ when it came to Shadow. 

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 Omega steadied himself, only wobbling a little, as he adjusted his being; he no longer needed to compensate for the weight of the Scruffy Squishy Thing to stand upright. His chest armor actually had a small dent in it, now that Omega cared to notice. The Scruffy Squishy Thing could pack quite a punch, banging it's stick over and over in and endless fashion against it's target. Now, it was at a safe distance away from Omega. Good. Further scans could now be attempted. 

So Omega stood, motionless. Sensors incorporeally probing the Scruffy Squishy Thing, attempting to learn what it was. From there, it could be discerned, what it wants. All the screeching and yelling implied that it could not speak a language that Omega could understand. Asking it would probably yield no answers. Therefore, he would not waste his time. 

Omega just was. Watching. Scanning. The strangest things were coming up on his sensors. Organic skin, yet beneath it, metal. Metal strewn in every nook and cranny it shouldn't be in any normal situation. The Scruffy Squishy Thing was an anomaly. Omega was not very fond of anomalies. They were unpredictable. That made them worth more attention. And, if he was lucky, he would receive a fight that was worth his while. 

Well. Perhaps. Omega could still not quite tell if this was indeed a sentient being or not. It shrieked like a lunatic, and had metal within it, but it had organic skin that was not artificial, and it's movements seemed to be more sporadic than meticulously planned. The Scruffy Squishy Thing was now holding up his stick, expression hardening. Not a particularly good sign. Was it really so bent on trying to defeat the Ultimate Robot? Did it really believe it could do so? 

Could Omega shoot it, and not be reprimanded later? 

Seeing that sensors were detecting large amounts of electric energy in the area, (though the specific point was uncertain; but Omega could not think of anything but the Scruffy Squishy Thing that could be generating such energy) Omega made the executive decision to fire first and apologize later. He extended his arms straight, parallel with the ground. And with a command from his central processor– 

RAT-TAT-TAT-TAT-TAT-TAT-TAT-TAT-TAT-TAT-TAT

Mechanical Melodrama

As the great bulbous machine blundered backwards, Khan, standing on top, stumbled, but kept his balance. His attack on its metal hide had completely failed to penetrate - this thing was thicker and tougher than he’d at first anticipated, it seemed. It was going to take more than his dormant atom bat to tear it apart.

Now the robot straightened; Khan managed to keep his footing, wobbling only slightly as it lurched beneath him. Next it raised its guns, and brought them forwards, as though to pin him between them for… some reason that he could not comprehend… and for the moment was too intent on his mission of destruction to really consider or question.

"AAAAUGH!!" he yelled out, as the ends of its weapons stabbed him in the sides. The pain was only fleeting; he felt blows that would bruise, but he knew that they would fade. His yell was borne more from a mixture of startled surprise, anger and resentment - absolute resentment that this… thing… should not only come here to the Dragon Kingdom, invade the precious lands that he held dear, and endanger the free people.. but should go as far as to attempt to stab him whilst he defended them - than from any serious wound, any real pain.

After a moment the weapons were withdrawn. Gripping the atom bat tightly in his fists, Khan made use of the moment to hurriedly charged it up. This was going to take a damn sight more power than he’d originally thought necessary. He’d need the electricity for this clunking brute. Raising his weapon high above his head, he let out another scream.

"YAAAAAAAHHHH— !!" Yet before he had the chance to bring the weapon smashing down, Khan was caught by a blow to the belly that knocked him off his feet, sent him flailing to the floor, limbs harmlessly pummelling the air as he struggled - and failed - to regain his position."Oof!!" He went down, his body connecting with the ground with a sharp thump. He rolled instinctively to break his fall… trundling through the grass, to land a couple metres away.

Winded and breathing hard, the monkey glanced up from the ground, to see the machine looming about, a short distance from him now. A monstrosity of a thing it was, an enormous, clanking and clunking mess of metal. Yet as he had discovered, it was shielded well by its own thick hide. With a hand to the earth the monkey pushed himself off, scrabbled clumsily to his feet, and gripped his weapon tightly as he prepared to strike. This time there would be no yelling. The machine was tough customer and it required his concentration. This time, he’d be calm, and strike it down without a word. He charged the staff once more, and readied to make the killing blow.

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I don't need imaginary internet points to make me happy, and if you're going to throw a shitfit because I don't think the same way you do, you can go right ahead and press the unfollow button now. Tumblr isn't a fucking hive mind and if you're going to pull the SJW mentality of 'if you don't think what I think I am offended" thing that is the reason people don't like SJWs, do yourself a favor and get out. Go somewhere else. This is a place for roleplaying, not people in their twenty somethings getting butthurt over a sixteen year old kiddo having opinions ooc. 

Good job. Your lesson worked. No more of my ooc on your dash. This is it this is the last of it. Because obviously I'm not worthy of expressing myself to this community in any other way than having my character be the one talking. Because the actual jerkwad is more appropriate than the teenager behind the screen saying that something isn't her cup of tea, but whatever floats your boat is good for you. 

That's it. I'm ollieing out for a while until I can actually get the hell over this stupid frustration. It isn't worth it to try and write a reply when I have a bunch of people being asshats and hovering over me trying to make me feel bad about myself when I shouldn't.

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((woah uh

I didn't think I was being rude or offensive? I'm really sorry if I came off that way. I just personally think it's a bit silly to have the whole nickname thing. In my last fandom, we literally had dozens of people playing the same exact character, and there were never ever problems with differentiation. That's what url names are for, I thought? 

That's why in my post, I said "whatever floats your boat". Because people do find fun in doing different things. Just because I think it would be silly to give my character a nickname, doesn't mean it's silly for you to give one to yours if you want to. My blog my rules, your blog your rules. That's that. I can respect what other people do. My post was more that it wasn't something that I would do. 

I didn't think that thanking people for explaining something to me, and then saying what I thought, was going to stir up a shitstorm. 

TL;DR, I wasn't trying to be offensive, and I'm sorry if people took it to be offensive.))

Hi, I’m Neuro mun, Commander mun, and Satu mun - three Shadows with nicknames. 

I’m pretty sure some people might have been offended, me slightly included… U-U’

Names are a huge part of identity, and I think we took it as a personal insult. We respect your opinion, but that did hurt. Try to think on the other side next time, okay?

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((I don't usually care about imaginary internet points, but holy moly, I've lost three followers in like ten minutes. A new record. Is it the M!A? Is it the fact that I said nicknames were stupid? Is it the fact that I only gave the reward incentive to the people who sent it to my inbox first? (I can't do things forever when rp blog i'msososorry;; )

But uh

Constructive criticism is always a thing, you never need an invitation to tell me what I could be doing better. Just don't say something stupid like "lolol you write too much".)) 

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  "Well, it seems like Eggman has retreated; good riddance. Not that it makes anything much better. Everyone at G.U.N. is upset at their inability to catch him. I am currently not fit for duty. My limbs feel weird. This coat feels scratchy but also comfortable. Is it normal for one's torso to gurgle, make other strange noises, and have... A weird pang? I can't describe it- I have never felt anything like it before. What about a throat that feels itchy? Is that normal too? No wonder organics seem to mope so often. It's incredibly uncomfortable to be one." 

Omega finished his speech addressed to no one but himself, and flopped down onto the floor; Ignoring the stinging sensation he was experiencing from doing so. It was uncomfortable. Was this pain? He had heard some pains described before by G.U.N. agents returning from duty, but he had never felt anything before, let alone had the ability to match it to a description. He was facing sensory overload, yet was somehow able to handle it. Omega did not like this. Not one bit. It was foreign, it was strange, and most of all, was something he might not be able to handle on his own. The very thought scared him. He was the ultimate creation of Doctor Robotnik, able to take on any challenge presented to him... But not this. This was something he was not programmed to ever anticipate. And that angered him. 

It was a different anger though. It felt... More intense. Layered, perhaps. He could have more than one thought at a time; not limited to a single track of processing. There was a strange spectrum of ways he could feel. There were not names he could associate with them all. He just didn't know. He was in the dark. He could not retreat into his data banks and bring up a file, no- He found that instead of selective hearing and then deletion of the things that were not important, he had to experience everything. And then, he would have trouble recalling it in the next minute. He could not will his form to change. In fact, he felt so... Vulnerable. He was squishy. HE. WAS SQUISHY. He had never felt more mortal. It was as if stepping outside could kill him. He did not have the armor, nor the armory to protect himself, that he usually had. He was no longer a tank, but a bubble, that could pop. 

He did not like this. He really did not. So of course, to lay on the floor and hope that everything would end soon, and that his real body would be returned to him in a timely fashion. Omega didn't want anyone to see him like this. Pitiful and confused. Torso making strange noises, and voice becoming scratchy. He didn't know how to remedy these things. He did not want to ask, and make himself seem on the level of the rest of the organics. He was strong. He could survive anything! But this uncomfortable physical sensation... It really perturbed him. 

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((thankyouthankyou guys for the explanation. I think it's stupid, but whatever floats people's boats. 

If you want you can send me a drabble prompt or a sketchy req thing. I mean, I'm not going to just not acknowledge the fact that I did specify that there was reward incentive. (but keep in mind that I can't draw anthros very well as compared to humans woops.))

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kingofthefreepeople replied to your post: M!A: Hedgehog for a day!

((eeheheh, I just thought you might find it fun since you were talking about the difficulties of RPing a robot))

((I think it's hilarious! Omega... Not so much. u v u;; ))