"Acting fresh towards someone in a higher position than you, huh? Just who do you think you are, bub? As you should already know, I’m a bat and these wings aren’t just going to fly themselves to places you know.
Sounds to me that you’ve missed me dearly, haven’t you, handsome? Now that your favorite bat is back in action, is there something you’d like to give me to me? Such as… rings involved?” ~
Okay, yeah, he was absolutely holding back the giggles now, if he wasn’t before. Higher position? Yeah, right! Maybe many years ago, in HIS zone, but here? Didn’t even come close.
“Pfffft. Don’t make me laugh. After you tried to steal my ticket home way back when, I don’t think you need the convenience of a warp ring. You could just pop anywhere you want, take anything you want, and be gone in a jiffy. How bout we save the teleportation device for the people who use it responsibly?”
So says the alcoholic, but she didn’t need more cannon fodder. Commander couldn’t help himself, and let out a refrained ha! before composing himself.
"Besides, if I was caught for helping someone wanted by plenty of agencies, and the only reason she’s not been behind bars by now is because she’s a government spy, how much trouble d’you think I’d be in? I don’t need that clouding up my good name.”
"Well, well, well. If it isn’t my favorite, airheaded Commander. You look like you could work on your insults— they are a pretty shaky, sugar.”
"Shaky? Sugar? Nah, I take that with the whole saltshaker. Might as well throw some over my shoulder, while I’m at it.
And airheaded? Really? You spend more time in the air than I do, not to mention that white fur of yours could be mistaken for a cloud, perhaps of the perfume variety.”
"Jokes aside, it’s good to see you back. And I’m serious when I say I’m glad you weren’t arrested. Wishing you all the best loot!"
What’s the secret to not being a negative arsehole
Hey, mind if I step in here and take a gander at this for just a second?
There really is no secret, champ, and I’ll tell you that right now. I used to be a negative asshole myself, years and years back. But I realized, hey, this ain’t doing me any favors. I realized that it was pushing people away more than it was protecting me - and that’s the thing. A lot of people are mean because they don’t want to be hurt.
But getting hurt is a part of life. Whether you live to be eight or eighty, you’re going to have to deal with hurt. It’s all about how you deal with it, though.
I guess the main thing to understand is that if you want to change, you have to make the effort to be kind. To be positive. Be the kind of person you want future generations to look up to. Smile at strangers! Smile at yourself! Smile at everyone you hate, and everyone you love - It’s a lot easier than you might think! And most importantly, poke fun at yourself, but don’t beat yourself up. Learning to laugh at yourself is one of the most valuable tricks you can learn.
Hope that helps, and keep that head high!
Oh, come on. Miles won’t stop pestering me - I told him, everything’s fine! He needs to shut the hell up about it, I’m…I’m fine. I think.
I don’t know. Maybe if I could actually get to sleep, we might see some progress.
… Y’know, if you’re gonna lie to me to cover up something I “can’t handle”, don’t say it right in front of me.
*You dun goofed, commander. Now the scruffy, scarred Freedom Fighter was crossing his arms; tapping his foot impatiently. Waiting for the answer to what you just covered up. No way you’re getting out of this one. Now he was studying everything you were saying for any loopholes or contradictions.*
Actually, it was called the Gaia Beam ‘cause it awoke Dark Gaia. A god in the core of our planet. Had to put it back to sleep myself. And get turned into a werehog every night. Not fun.
*Now, the hedgehog was given more reason to be skeptical about this… commander character. If everywhere he’s been, GUN’s been trouble, then why has he not heard about the Empire? Besides the last few countries that’re too scared to do anything, there’s no other place that’d say GUN was a menace. … This guy made no sense, and he opened up to him?
He’d scold himself about that later.
"I like your gall. With resolve like that, I have no doubt you’ll turn things around."
A compliment? And an… obvious meaningful one at that?*
*… This guy was weirding him out, but if he said he wasn’t… touched… by something he convinced himself of when hardly anyone listened, then… he’d be lying.
… Reluctantly, as confused and defensive this hedgehog was… he flashed a smile to the old koot in front of him.*
… Thanks. Nice to know someone’s got some proper faith in me… I guess.
"Dark Gaia, right! I remember that! O’course I wasn’t in contact with my world’s Sonic at the time, was away on international affairs - teleportation with a shattered planet seems to do wonders on morale-"
And he stopped. Yep, he dun goofed. It hadn’t occurred to him just how stubborn these Sonics could be, having not talked to one in depth for a good while. With a sigh, he dragged his hand down his face, and his posture adjusted to one of exasperation - though it wasn’t directed at Sonic, no, but rather at himself.
"Alright, alright, I’ll explain the best I can. You ain’t the first one I’ve given this talk to. And I swear on my life that right now I’m being honest as hell - like, I’d legitimately let someone take me out right now if I wasn’t.
So there’s this thing called Alternate Universes. Turns out, the Sci-Fi tales of the past were a little more true than you might’ve originally thought. There are whole other worlds, with copies of you and everyone you’ve ever known. I just so happen to be one of those copies. I come from another zone entirely, and thanks to this baby -“
And he flashed the warp ring from his pocket, proud smile on his face now -
”- I zone hop. I got buddies all over the place and I use warp ring tech to reach ‘em.
And about that whole faith thing? Of course I’ve got faith in you. My Sonic was no different. He was a stubborn little prick at times, but had a heart of gold - and I see no reason to believe that you’re any different.”
Opiate did feel it, and, unlike last time, he didn’t try to jump - he’d learned his lesson there - but leaned over and put his ear against the ice. Nothing. Nothing but sloshing and something swimming under.
He got back up, and looked at everyone.
"Suggest that the passage should be taken one at a time. Thin ice can crack easily," he said as he put the gun’s safety on and put it away to grab Captain.
"Water underneath and correlates that only two might be able to swim."
Up to them if they wanted to take chances.
A completely incredulous look washed over Commander as he turned around, ears perking at Opiate’s comment. Water? Underneath here? The ice was too thick to use infrared, but ever so carefully (and perhaps a bit skeptically), he crouched down and listened, holding up a hand to silence them for a short moment.
"…Yep, that’s water, alright. He ain’t kidding. I guess the summer thawing must have come early this year. Alright, women and children first, or is that too rude? In any case, let’s take this one at a time, then. Can’t go above it, can’t go under it, might as well go right across."
So he stepped back, swooshing a hand, wanting to let the lighter ones go across first in case something happened. He could get himself out of the water just fine, but it’d be an entire different story if one fell in.
Hrm! The tufts of fur by the cheeks are a nice touch, very nice. The more aged look shines through.
Thank you! That’s definitely the feel I was going for, and I’m glad it got across well! For being one of the non-ancient Shadows, he sure looks like one of the oldest.
Fun fact! The reason he looks kinda like an old fart is because he doesn’t have that healing factor that comes with controlling Chaos. Since he can’t access the Chaos Force, he can’t utilize that built-in healing factor!
The more you know!
…I slept longer than I intended to last night. For good reason, I think.
Last night I dreamt about past adrenaline rushes, for whatever reason. I woke up in a cold sweat, and once the uncomfortableness of that wore off, I took a second to sort through it all.
Times I’ve been super, mostly. Which is funny, because I haven’t been that way in…well, over fifty years. And yet, in the dream, I remembered it like it was second nature. I was a young whelp then, now that I think about it - blinded by grumpiness and childish in all aspects. But the sheer adrenaline of Chaos is something you don’t forget, no matter who you were when you touched it.
I don’t know why I dreamt about it last night, but I did. I won’t tell Miles, because he’d take it as an excuse to expose me to some of the stored energy we have. But it’s just kind of interesting to think about.
Thanks to that 'battle theme' I now see Cmd as Raiden jfc *-*
I actually had to look that up!
Sure, interpret it however you want! Who am I to dictate what such and such reminds you of?
Have a nice day~!
Ok so a bunch of you sent in a number 2
(eheheh that’s poooop)and it’s a little more than I’ve got brain power for - I’ll get to those in a little while after I’ve got some focus back I promise - but for now I need to take a break eep
I laaav youu
1, 5, 10, 14, 16
1: What weapon does your muse prefer?
Commander prefers his bare fists, but when that proves to be too much of a hassle, he’ll use the nearest blunt objects. He likes things like battle hammers, heavy flails, and cars.
5: Is your muse a skilled warrior?
He didn’t rise to the top of GUN for nothing! He was and is very skilled in melee combat, and nowadays he prefers the sheer force of his bionics. A kick from those suckers could land you in the hospital on a good day, and land you underground on a bad one.
10: Is my muse honourable?
Good question. For the most part, he upholds things like chivalry, and has a good sense of morals. But in a dire situation, he will throw his morals aside and do what has to be done without question. When it’s do or die, honor goes out the window to protect and serve.
14. My muse is captured. How do they react?
Commander has never been captured by an enemy, and he plans to keep it this way. But if he did somehow land in this situation, with bionics intact, he’d fight his way out. If sheer force would do nothing, he’d resort to wit and critical thinking, but it’s up in the air how well he’d do.
16: A song I associate with my muse while fighting.
2. A drabble in which my muse fight with/against yours (to you the honor)
((We’re going to go with ‘against’, here, just for the sake of interest))
“Such a shame, boy. Such a shame. I knew you better than that, I thought.”
Red dripped from the hand of a staggering cyborg, closed over a nasty wound received prior to the sorrowful comment. The inflictor of such a gash merely grinned, no regret on his face. Wounds or no, he would not be stopped until he was made to stop by some unholy external force.
"Whatever do you mean, my dear ‘brother’? You know me well, this much is true…but how much do you really know?"
A ball of light seemed to form out of thin air, collecting in the maniacal hedgehog’s hand. It crackled, it sputtered, and it was growing in size. It was now or never, it seemed.
"I know enough to say that you’ll never be able to live with yourself if you killed me."
"Live? Why, I’ve lived enough. And so have you."
And Chaos would ensue.
2 AND 15!!!!! AAA ))
2: A drabble in which my muse fight with/against yours (with)
A pulled muscle wasn’t going to slow either of them down anytime soon. The cliffs jutted out like spires, dry ground crackling with the evening heat. It wasn’t unbearable, but rather than the heat getting to them, it was an unfortunate landing after the shorter of the two had slipped off of a mossy edge.
This was enemy territory, and if it wasn’t obvious then, it was obvious now. The looming structure towered over them, providing shade for the parched fighters.
"Can’t you open a warp ring or something? Take us back? We’re unprepared, you idiot!" Grumbled a fussy gunman.
"Hey hey hey, it wasn’t my fault you— …hold that thought," replied his counterpart. Drones were coming, and it was thanks to a glitchy radar that they were even detected.
"Alright, change in plans! They’ll never see this coming!"
All was fair in love and war, but with this War, nothing was fair, ever, as he went careening over the hill, arms flailing.
He would make a wonderful projectile.
15: My muse walks between the corpses after a tremendous battle. A drabble about their feelings.
It’s lonely here. Especially when the dead don’t talk.
We lost many fine men and women today. We vastly underestimated the strength of the cyborgs, and today we created a few more out of emergency.
Not all of them made it.
Years ago, I was one of the luckier ones. It’s amazing that the roboticizer still works, but it’s…faulty. The snow is red with the failures and the victors, and we’re still dragging them all in.
I can only hope they get a proper cremating, the last chance at warmth, even in death.
- What weapon does your muse prefer?
- A drabble in which my muse fight with/against yours (specify)
- My muse gives a speech before a battle.
- A drabble in which my muse dies on the battlefield.
- Is your muse a skilled warrior?
- A drabble about the first time the muse killed someone.
- A drabble about a beloved one lost in a fight.
- Is the muse merciful or cuel?
- Who taught my muse how to fight?
- Is my muse honourable?
- A drabble in which my muse is forced to fight against a loved one.
- A drabble in which my muse is forced to fight together with someone they hate.
- The muse is on the battlefield and they have to take a terrible decision.
- My muse is captured. How do they react?
- My muse walks between the corpses after a tremendous battle. A drabble about their feelings.
- A song I associate with my muse while fighting.
- Feel free to add more!