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     —Caught and pulled taut is the hedgehog, and quite troubled was he for it! Whoops... apparently the other was listening to his inner monologue absent-mindedly turned outer. He thought he was alone. But beyond the small twinge of embarrassment, what's more is that she had context for his mumbled words.

     Genesis Wave. She knew enough to even utter that phrase? Even he didn't know many who could specify its existence. "Well... less remember and moreso researched." He'd... he'd be tugging for his arm back in the meantime. He preferred to speak his brain-altering diatribes with both of his arms at his beck and call, if you please.

     "I, um... I don't believe I'm your Silver, I'm sorry. But you're Fiona Fox, no? I've met you before, but— not you, y'know? It's... Augh, it's always so weird when you're caught flat-footed." Keep it simple. Genesis Wave. She remembers the Genesis Wave.

     "...Wait, how do you remember the Genesis Wave?" Words were cherry-picked, even though she seemed to be in the know about greater universal workings. The words die on his tongue, 'Which Genesis Wave are we talking about?'. The implications such words brought about were far from flattering. Better to keep that in the back pocket for right now.

     "Actually, here— How about we start from the beginning? To try and avoid confusion. Ahem...!

     "Hello there, I'm Silver. Silver the Hedgehog! I was born in a different Zone than yours, where events differ in ways both big and small. Where certain people and places have altered purposes and meanings, if they even exist at all. I've since healed my home, and I now spend my time traversing different Zones; learning, and aiming to prevent any seperate instances of that which happened to my time."

     Could you tell he had this specific spiel practiced? It wasn't the first time he's had to give it, and it probably wouldn't be the last.

     "I haven't experienced the Genesis Wave firsthand, but I've witnessed it and the effects it's had as an outside party. I remember both forms of the universe, even after the mind-altering effects have since written over that which was.

     "I'm not quite sure how the Wave skipped over you, but... you're not alone anymore. For whatever it's worth, you can talk to me about the discrepancies and I'll respond in kind. Heh... I want to say that I can't imagine what it's like, being the only person in the world with memories that seem like they exist merely within your head and nowhere else. But... the entire point is that I do know. I'm one of the few in existence who will.

     "So let's talk, if you'd like. Are there... any questions you would like me to answer? I can try my best to clear things up and fill in any gaps!"

for @zonecode i tried sending this as an ask but tumblr wouldnt let me so i have to make it a starter. feel free to just hoard this whenever you feel like replying though!

Fiona grabs Silver's wristcuff. Her eyes lock onto the other hedgehog's. She's not going to let this go. "You remember the Genesis Wave?" It's the most serious she's sounded in a long time. She can't even sound smug or threatening or try to remember she's supposed to be good at blackmailing. "No one else remembers. I'm the only one. Are you from--are you the Silver from before? Or are you just... unlucky enough to remember that it happened?" Either way, poor bastard.

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shoutouts to rosie @robotnikium, the one true robotnik. girlypop was right. the moments where eggman is allowed to drop the supervillian schtick for even the briefest of windows and show that there is still a man in this machine are where he shines the brightest.

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     Hmn... Her answers merely pose more questions, and the intrigue of the rabbit hole grows as it burrows deeper and deeper. A stroke of the mustache, silence befalling the scientist as he ruminates.

     "If you are so impartial to the current goings-on of this planet and that which happens to your personage, would you be opposed to my own personal study being conducted across your form?" Hey, it didn't hurt to ask. He was in the data-collecting portion of the game. If she didn't knock any pieces off the table, then that's more for the Doctor to play with. Easy-street be damned, he'd walk it if there were stones to step on.

     Though, he felt as though he knew the answer already. "Or does that disrupt the precious balance that you starry-eyed individuals care about so much." It is unseen, but eyes roll themselves behind shades. He hated those who spoke of balance. What a tiresome concept. If things are unbalanced, you need not edit the properties of each individual item providing its weight. Just shift the position of the fulcrum! Then you can have as much as you want while the other side does all of the heavy lifting~.

     Oh, a quandary for another day. Celeste asked him a question, and a good one at that.

     His purpose. What tune does he play as he pounds so ferociously on the fabric of reality itself? He has done this world and the next no small amount of harm. What justifications rattle around in that head of his to keep him doing what he does?

     "Why, that is the best part, my dear! For the answer is no. Purpose, destiny. A prophetic scene dreamed about in the sky! Bah! There are no such shackles that bind me to one set objective. It is my ambition that drives me! To my next latest and greatest creation! The term 'impossible' was a concept conjured by the fearful and feckless. If I desire it, then I shall have it. If I can imagine it, THEN I SHALL MAKE IT! OH-HO-HO!

     "That is the fun of the game, Celeste. To see how brightly you can burn before finally dying out."

     A head turns skyward, the concept of food losing its interest to the man as well. He... he doesn't get to talk like this, so often. The many faces his mechanical horrors torment, they force the masses to scream, 'WHY, WHY?!'. But he knows they aren't truly asking him such a question. They are asking existence why such a man could have ever been created.

     "...But you. You are not quite like us, I thought? For something so cosmic, so eternal, I find it shocking that you are, in reality, so painfully mortal. The language of science, I assure you I am quite proficient in~! Yet... I fear you speak it with a foreigner's dialect, my dear.

     "Science begets purpose. Every surge of electricity moves to power something with an intent. Screws and bolts, they are made to fasten. Beakers contain and measure, a magnifying glass amplifies minute details so the naked eye can better comprehend them.

     "You seem to me a naked nerve severed from the whole. A piece of wayward matter bereft of its purpose, waiting to be molded by an outside force into something that feels like home. How much do you exist, do you think? You must be to observe, and yet I am not certain that you do. Perhaps you will someday, should this proper instruction come from on high. But... that still leaves the now. For now, you seem like the fancies of fiction. The padding of a young girl's notebook as she writes about the stars."

     ...Great gears and starters, she got him postulating! That sly girl! He'd tip his hat if he had one to speak of. "I must hand it to you: you are quite fascinating."

❝ the GUARDIAN UNITS OF NATION has taken precautions in order to protect their ONGOING RESEARCH in regards to this body. ❞ she speaks as if it wasn't hers, as if she didn't care for it. BOTH ASSUMPTIONS ARE TRUE. she does not even give the food a glance, does not show interest in it. her gaze stays on the man.

❝ WHAT IS YOUR PURPOSE, doctor ? were you assigned one upon your birth ? ❞

despite her choice of words, it was a genuine question. ❝ I AM NOTHING BUT AN OBSERVER. shall i one day receive proper instructions, I SHALL ACT UPON THEM. but as of present, it goes against THE BALANCE OF BEING to act in ways to tip it. so i shall not. ❞ the threat is discarded; nothing in her voice nor her demeanor shows any care for it. it might as well not have been pronounced.

❝ but do not be foolish. ❞ this time, she looks away, staring at invisible stars in the sky. ❝ the way they speak is through ELEMENTS AND REACTIONS, doctor. SCIENCE. a language that, i presume, we both share. i simply receive the information far more quickly than you could possibly comprehend. ❞

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Cream in Dbza gohan moments

     "If they tell me to dodge one more time, I'm gonna lose it."

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How strong would cream be if she reached her full potential?

     If I may be so bold, I believe that she would be the next Sonic equivalent! It's infrequent, but some look to Tails to be the next answer when the planet's savior, Sonic the Hedgehog, finally kicks the bucket. Someone will have to take the mantle as hero, surely, and since Sonic is often seen with Tails by his side, the public often defaults to the fox.

     Though, Tails will tell you first: it's a losing race, trying to be like Sonic. Nobody is quite like Sonic, and Tails has found peace in this fact. He no longer wishes to be exactly like his childhood hero, instead opting to pursue his own personal strong suits. The advantages that come from him being him.

     That's where I think Cream the Rabbit could do the impossible. When the time finally comes and the inevitability of death catches up with the blue blur? I think it's Cream that best suits the position of world savior. Only time will tell if she's truly cut out for it, but I believe that Cream... can save the worl—

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     It's safe to say that, with all of the bright, dazzling casinos that he's created in his lifetime, the Doctor was a gambling man. Now, in this moment, such a facet of his being had been laid out plainly for all to see.

     Pressure on his bones. He grinned... oh, how he grinned. The enamel of teeth begging to crack, to scream, to find any form of release. Was it from the air itself threatening to crush him for his insolence? Or was it his very own body, one all too delighted over getting a reaction out of the stiff brick wall in front of him that went by the name Celeste? Let's not mince words: the Doctor was a schoolyard bully. He lived to see others flinch. To know that their world can be unmade by his sadistic creativity. No matter how safe you felt, he could find a way under your skin if he truly, truly desired to reside within. To snarl is to show that you care! To show that there is something you want to protect.

     About an inch or two would be lost to the unseen hand pushing his figure into the floor. The soft compact dirt, the green grass that wavered underneath— the sediment now owned two deep imprints of steel heels...

     And he would give her nothing. Let the weight of the world reside on his shoulders. He's held the thing in the palm of his hand. This was nothing new. He knew he would not be killed. Not here. Not now. And that was all that mattered. He would get away with this act of transgression, much like he had all of the other times before.

     A calculated risk. And he knew the projections well.

     ...Then, when the growing weight subsides, it's as though it has never occurred. No mention, merely a knowing smile. The other side folds, and the game continues onward to the next round~!

     "Wonderful!" he'd clap. "Then let's get down to business. I'm a man who values information. It does one well to know what's happening around him. So, to the concepts and quizzical pursuits that elude me, swift is my approach to mend such blind spots.

     "You, my dear Celeste, are one such blemish in my picture-perfect mind. Before I even knew of your existence, that pesky breakfast club of a governmental organization swept you up and locked you away! Now you're playing hooky with that ghastly ghoul Shadow! And not even G.U.N.'s security monitors know what else!

     "Well, I want in on the fun. I simply seek to understand. My desire is straightforward." Fingers adjust glasses with a click. "So, Celeste.

     "What are you? How did you come to be? Your connection to the cosmos goes without saying, but what are the components that detail your physical and genetic makeup? You... speak to them. And they, I surmise, to you. What did your creation entail? Or, in layman's terms... What is your purpose. And, fair warning— Telling me will be far simpler than making me find out on my own."

anger, so palpable in the air; he could feel it, CRUSHING HIS WEIGHT INTO THE GROUND, SLOWLY BUT SURELY. the pressure of gravity making his feet dig into the soil just a little bit more, weight added little at a time. and while celeste doesn't move, there is no denying it: IT WAS HER.

❝ you plucked her from the sky. ❞ separated from her sisters, CARINA AND PUPPIS, now left with no sails to travel the heavens. her eyes stay on the vial again and again, watching the lights clink together in aftershocks.

until, suddenly, wordlessly, THE SLIGHT PRESSURE IS LIFTED.

❝ i have weighted my options. ❞ she does not say which one as she steps closer, sits on the cloth he had laid out for them. but celeste does not touch the food, NOR DOES SHE SPEAK; clearly, if the man had gone through all the trouble to fetch himself a hostage, HE HAD THINGS TO SAY.

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wait. wait hold on a second. i kinda love silver being a huge theater kid ham, just like mephiles. it gives me the vibe of thor and loki talking like Shakespearean actors compared to the rest of the marvel characters' modern, normal dialogue.

i dont think silver is fully in a different font like thor is often depicted in the comics, all to emphasis his ye olde nature, but... at least when mephiles is in the room? oh, that's kinda cool.

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     The ripples of reality... in a realm that barely exists.

     That's what's called Silver forward. It's the simple action of reaction. To feel, to see, and to move. To pick into this pocket matter and fall into that which couldn't exist. Couldn't... or shouldn't. It's all deeply unnatural, the formation of this subspace, a tear in the fabric of reality. Where they were didn't exist, but nothing was a null concept. The butting of heads on a conception alien to one another. An abnormality. A discrepancy.

     An anomaly.

     Within the traveler, a Time Stone pings a transdimensional chime. There was something out of place, even beyond where he now drifted. Something spawned this zone; things don't occur like this naturally. The portal he had traced, he felt like he'd sensed something of its ilk before. Sometime in the past... or maybe it was a future yet to pass? Time travel... it left the head screwy here and there. All that mattered was that it was familiar, in some time and some place. Some...

     No... the golden glints of eyes are forced into a squint. There, he sees it! It couldn't be. In all of the time he's traversed... There's no way that's truly...!

     A mind goes blank, it's action above all. He knows it's him, even if his brain fought to deny it! The thrum of psychic power, it coalesces and manifests in the very vibration of matter. A psychic shot— a veritable volley of them, in fact. The world around them shines to life with light as palms glare with power...

     A light that was determined to uncover the shadow of night.

     "MEPHILES!"

     Silver is on the assault. It's a whip of motion-- a monochromatic streak with highlights of burning gold blazing a path toward his new, yet oh-so old, target. "I thought you trapped and forgotten, demon! All in the throes of that timeline you tortured!" Despite his aggression— he was at a disadvantage. They fought inside the void. The terrain would serve the psychic no benefit, for there was no terrain to speak of. Nothing to grab, darn it all! A psychic lance, then— a pillar of hard psychic light condensed and thrown at the body of Mephiles the Dark.

     "Is this where you've been hiding away?! How did you even manage to escape!? Dare I even ask what you're scheming in here? How thick will the sickly ichor of your lies be this time, I wonder?" Questions... too many questions... FOR THE DEMON LOVED TO ANSWER. Curb your curiosity before it's used against you! "Forget it! I'll run you out, here and now! I'll deal with the fallout later."

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It’s a quiet air, no breeze—nothing. The only movement in the space is a faded figure manifesting into this reality, not quite belonging but having nowhere else to go, either. A purple emerald glimmers in the darkness, tightly clenched in the figure’s hand as it leaves its home, its base reality. There’s a look of interest in his eyes when it glows. Something interesting, in reaction to its neighbour, a purple world ring. Its parallel, he supposes, some say it represents feelings of sadness.

Well, Mephiles can feel nothing. All that he feels is a second power coursing through his body when the ring rolls into his palm, a reactivity that most had thought impossible. Boundless energy from different realities is bound to clash, no? He has tested it in his own existence, and now he can test it here.

He hasn’t had the results he’s been looking for back in his usual haunt, but here… oh, in this strange, strange place—the cards seem to be different.

Mephiles hears noise, whipping his head around to where his portal had been created. “ …? “

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     Fine! Be his guest! You know the devil, he loves a good chase~!

     THE DEVIL WAS ALSO CONSTRUCTED WITHOUT THE PUNY LIMITATIONS OF PHYSICAL EXHAUSTION. Run, hedgehog, run! This unit will track you down to the ends of the Earth, if need be!

          Ack—! "You're insane. That's enough for a cookie or a piece of prehistoric ice."

          Bye, he will use every trick in the book to escape if he has to.

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this is your reminder that omega is literally the greatest muse to ever exist. he is hilarious without sacrificing his right to being an actual character. this robot can do fluff, angst, comedy, action— there's nothing he can't do! he is the perfect package! the ultimate e-series robot!

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     [ "—DEAL." ] Well, that was easy.

" Hmmm. And you're not at all open to other bids? Like say, the Doctor's factory co-ordinates-- "

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     [ "—I SAID TRANSACTION DECLINED. THE CHEAPSKATE HAS MADE HIS BED. NO AMOUNT OF ILL-GOTTEN GAINS CAN SAVE HIM NOW." ]

" Throw in a 1000. "

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     [ "......" ]

     No words. TRANSACTION DECLINED. A claw the size of ten Shadows swings for the umbran hedgehog, looking to pick him up and throw him into the exosphere.

          Hold on, he needs to reach into his quills for his little purse.

          Hmm hmm.

          "10 rings." TEN.

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   { "YOU WERE BORN." }

   “ what did i even do btw ”

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     Hm...      Hm......

     Oh, oh he's thinking about it. That computing system of his is working its processor off, that's for sure. You can see the metrics running behind his optics, data flashing through burning red sights.

     Shadow did think he could throw Whirl higher than him, the overzealous meatbag that he was. NO ONE could break the machine's high score, not even the Ultimate Lifeform. He should probably get back at his teammate for such a foolish, laughable, nigh embarrassing thought.

     [ "REQUESTING CLARIFICATION: HOW MUCH WE TALKIN'?" ]

          "Okay but get this. I'll pay you to throw that other Shadow instead. TO THE DARKNESS OF HELL."

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     [ "THROWING HIM. AS HARD AS WE CAN. I THOUGHT IT WAS OBVIOUS. HE LITERALLY ASKED FOR IT. QUERY: ARE YOU 'TUPID?" ]

          "W̩̠̪̜h̻̲a̱̼̱̟t͈ ̙̠a͙̞r̪̭̻̠̳e̻͕͎̯̫̞ ̺y͇̙̗̪̼͙̖o̭̹̙͎u̪ ͙̻͔d̞̺͎̰̲̺͓o̫̬̘̠i͈̯̤̭͇̼ṉ̳̜͔̜ͅg͓̦ ͍̬̱̼t̟o̗̘͎͎̣̙ͅ ̲̪̲̟̮̠h͔̜̬̖i̙͚̘͈̣͍̮m͈͓̼̝̠͓̯.͇̺̹͉"

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     [ "HEY. WHAT THE FUCK." ]