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towerofanimus2012-10-08 10:43 pm
obfuskate) wrote in towerofanimus2012-10-08 10:43 pm
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Characters: Shadow the Hedgehog, anyone who crosses his path.
Setting: His room [ 03-14 ] upon awakening and beyond.
Format: Staaartin' off as prose, but I will switch about to whatever makes you comfortable.
Summary: One little hedgehog is grumpy and bumbling about the tower, looking for a way out, hoping to get back to Earth (someone's in disbelief, see). Oh, honey, no.
Warnings: Very, very mild cursing from him, should the moment arise that it would happen. (It's a rarity, though, unlike a certain namesake game he has.) Other than that, it really depends on who bothers him!
He honestly thought he was going to die.
Instead, he woke, his brain fizzing like a freshly-opened soda pop, his body numb for a brief moment. At first, it jolted him, the feeling of being unable to move coursing through his nerves, but soon, his fingers began to twitch, toes wiggling and curling within his hover shoes. Shadow was alive and well, no worse for wear beyond some burn marks, some bruising, and some nasty cuts along his arms and sides. Not only that, but he was in a bed, and he was lying on top of two very, very crumpled pieces of paper.
He rose, grunting and groaning over the aches all along his flesh. The letters were dabbed lightly in his own blood, something that made him wince. Disgusting. He didn't want to make a mess. Oh, and the fact that he was bleeding kind of sucked, too.
The first letter was an explanation of where he was expected to reside in this tower here, where to gain food, how to accommodate, etcetera. He scoffed, nonchalantly tossing it onto the nearby nightstand, before tearing into the other one.
That was the one that made his heart stop. His planet was destroyed.
He'd...
He'd failed?
No, this couldn't be. Someone had to be messing with his mind, and he was not about to have any more of it. He was going to confront the owner of this tower right now, settle this, and get back to his planet, saved from the clutches of the Biolizard and the plummeting ARK. His planet was fine. It had to be, or else he'd...
He'd failed her.
[ okay so! shadow can be wandering just about... anywhere and everywhere possible, basically lurking about and examining things as he tries to locate someone of authority. along with that, his roomies are free to find him in his room after having opened his letters. be careful, though: he might be just a bit more of a grumpypants than usual! u_u welp. ]
Setting: His room [ 03-14 ] upon awakening and beyond.
Format: Staaartin' off as prose, but I will switch about to whatever makes you comfortable.
Summary: One little hedgehog is grumpy and bumbling about the tower, looking for a way out, hoping to get back to Earth (someone's in disbelief, see). Oh, honey, no.
Warnings: Very, very mild cursing from him, should the moment arise that it would happen. (It's a rarity, though
He honestly thought he was going to die.
Instead, he woke, his brain fizzing like a freshly-opened soda pop, his body numb for a brief moment. At first, it jolted him, the feeling of being unable to move coursing through his nerves, but soon, his fingers began to twitch, toes wiggling and curling within his hover shoes. Shadow was alive and well, no worse for wear beyond some burn marks, some bruising, and some nasty cuts along his arms and sides. Not only that, but he was in a bed, and he was lying on top of two very, very crumpled pieces of paper.
He rose, grunting and groaning over the aches all along his flesh. The letters were dabbed lightly in his own blood, something that made him wince. Disgusting. He didn't want to make a mess. Oh, and the fact that he was bleeding kind of sucked, too.
The first letter was an explanation of where he was expected to reside in this tower here, where to gain food, how to accommodate, etcetera. He scoffed, nonchalantly tossing it onto the nearby nightstand, before tearing into the other one.
That was the one that made his heart stop. His planet was destroyed.
He'd...
He'd failed?
No, this couldn't be. Someone had to be messing with his mind, and he was not about to have any more of it. He was going to confront the owner of this tower right now, settle this, and get back to his planet, saved from the clutches of the Biolizard and the plummeting ARK. His planet was fine. It had to be, or else he'd...
He'd failed her.
[ okay so! shadow can be wandering just about... anywhere and everywhere possible, basically lurking about and examining things as he tries to locate someone of authority. along with that, his roomies are free to find him in his room after having opened his letters. be careful, though: he might be just a bit more of a grumpypants than usual! u_u welp. ]
nope you're both grounded now
There's a very odd look in Alcor's eyes, mostly because he's not even bothering to keep up with his human illusion right now; all his energy is going in to preparing to kick a hedgehog if he has to.
"And, I would not need my hands to end you. As I would prefer not to, I would suggest you stand down." He gently let his feet touch the ground, finally tilting his head ever the slightest bit. "He is under my care, and I will take responsibility for him."
Sorry about your delicate adultpride, Yamato, but dadcor may be a little more protective than you last remember.
oh goody
"Your child is proving to be a threat," he asserted, gesturing towards him with a wave of his hand. Shadow's gaze changed intermittently between both Alcor and Yamato, making sure that neither one of them tried anything stupid. "Do you expect me to not be defensive? How pathetic."
It was only logical, really.
this is the best thing ever i had no idea i wanted this cr 3-way before
Pot calling kettle black, Yamato?
But the hypocrisy is lost on him as he lets out a hiss, even baring his fangs at the creature. It's what demons did to intimidate, and it worked even for him, as childlike as he was (then again, most humans don't expect a kid to have fangs and make hissing noises okay okay).
"How dare you concoct imaginary excuses!" Yamato snapped. "You are the one seeing threats where they do not exist, and rudely demanding information that does not belong to you! That does not give you license to be hostile and insult Alcor!"
He's getting worked up. Yup, probably gonna fry him a hedgehog in a minute.
so I heard that I could make this better/worse
The voice came from behind them. Eikichi had bene passing by, and seeing Alcor there, he had walked in on what looked like the beginning of trouble. he had no idea what that weird blackish alien guy was, but he was having none of this.
He was used to this type of situation in his school, having stepped in the middle of hundreds of arguments in the few years he had been there. It was always a dangerous gamble to go in the middle of a potential fight between two parties, but he was the Death Boss, and Eikichi's demeanor was that of someone who could command control.
"Everyone calm down. We're already stuck inside a tower that hates us, it ain't the time to start spitting out poison at each other." He looked at the kid and gave him a small smile. "I dunno how you know Star Bro, but you ain't got nothing to worry about. You need to stop taking everything so personally cause this place is going to toy with you if you do." He then moved to look at Shadow, studying him. "Got no idea who you are either, but you sure you wanna waste your time? We need to chose our battles and insults are just gonna make things worse!"
He crossed his arms.
"Concentrating on the threats the tower have, is more important, you know? It's better to do teamwork than to start picking up enemies left and right."
ohi pixu
He was also giving off one important implication: Yamato was not a threat.
He wasn't about to just forgive easily, however. He huffed, flipping his head away from the boy and Alcor, shutting his eyes and lifting his snout haughtily.
"... Which threats do you speak of?"
He might as well question Eikichi, first and foremost. At least his tone seemed to be a little more leveled and calm now.