Firestormxx In reply to jemeri [2012-08-01 07:19:48 +0000 UTC]

No problem~! :'D

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Firestormxx In reply to Sparkzfly227 [2012-06-17 01:31:14 +0000 UTC]

psssst, do the animals have to be real ones?
but here is a lissst
Snow Leopards
Hawk
Some sorta Gryphon.
as for colorsss
Blue/Green
Red
Silver

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Sparkzfly227 In reply to Firestormxx [2012-06-17 03:42:08 +0000 UTC]

ok also, do you have an iScribble?

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Firestormxx In reply to Sparkzfly227 [2012-06-17 19:50:33 +0000 UTC]

As a matter of fact I do! :'D
If you ever want to iScribble just shoot me an Ask on Tumblr, it's a faster way to reach me.

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Firestormxx In reply to Sparkzfly227 [2012-05-13 20:57:18 +0000 UTC]

YESSSSSSS we do. :'D
dA has just been kinda
slow lately.
Do you have a Tumblr or a Skype at all?? I'm on those practically all day.

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Sparkzfly227 In reply to Firestormxx [2012-05-13 21:58:24 +0000 UTC]

yup yup Tumblr is tokipoke1 and skype is alywolf17

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Firestormxx In reply to Sparkzfly227 [2012-05-14 22:31:11 +0000 UTC]

Soon you shall receive a follower by the name of Gamzees-Shoe.
As well as a skype request. c:

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Sparkzfly227 In reply to Firestormxx [2012-05-14 22:56:06 +0000 UTC]

ok

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Firestormxx In reply to Cheetour [2012-03-31 21:35:13 +0000 UTC]

BEING ON TUMBLR AND SKYPE. ;w;
THEY STEAL EVERYONES SOOOUULLLSSS.

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Cheetour In reply to Firestormxx [2012-03-31 21:37:52 +0000 UTC]

I KNOW
but yes
/COLLARGRAB

MURDER MYSTERY KRISTEN
HOW
HOW
HOW DOES IT WORK
HOW DID ARHTUR CONAN DOYLE DO IT
HOW DID MOFFAT AND GATNISS DO IT
HOWWWWW
/eternal sobbing

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Firestormxx In reply to Cheetour [2012-03-31 21:44:29 +0000 UTC]

.3.
there there tata
here, have a tissue
/hands tissue

maybe...they just came up with ideas and made them complex on purpose. guy a kills girl a because she cheated on him. but in reality guy b and guy c killed girl a, but girl b thinks guy a did it.
and then random little things like how they died and where and when and things and etc.
just be confusing. u-u

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Cheetour In reply to Firestormxx [2012-03-31 22:00:19 +0000 UTC]

that's basically the entire plot I've been working on bitch you're spoiling it for everyone else

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Firestormxx In reply to Cheetour [2012-03-31 22:04:48 +0000 UTC]

oh snap i'm sorry tata i'll keep the major plot twist a secret though.
my lips are sealed. u-u

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Cheetour In reply to Firestormxx [2012-03-31 22:13:42 +0000 UTC]

no but can I like just ask
about my hole-filled plot
I need help with this seriously and um yes

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Firestormxx In reply to Cheetour [2012-03-31 22:18:00 +0000 UTC]

sure. i will put on my serious hat. u-u
what problems are you having with the plot?

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Cheetour In reply to Firestormxx [2012-03-31 22:26:32 +0000 UTC]

ALL THE PROBLEMS D:
it's a bad plot and it's full of holes but umm yes

have you ever read any of the original victorian era sherlock holmes thingies?

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Firestormxx In reply to Cheetour [2012-04-01 06:41:31 +0000 UTC]

Hm I doubt it's a bad plot. I like your plots. u-u
But plot holes can always be worked out and fixed.

I have one of them on my ipod but I haven't started reading it just yet.
but I watch a lot of crime shows?? but that probably doesn't help.

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Cheetour In reply to Firestormxx [2012-04-01 14:10:12 +0000 UTC]

haha well it's basically just an original short story made into an episode of sherlock bbc which is horribly uncreative, but to be fair, that's what Moffat and Gatniss did. :I

in a nutshell the original story is that a guy called Ronald Adair is found shot. In a locked room, with no gun and no sign of entry and an open window. And then Sherlock turns up, goes I'M NOT DEAD WATSON and then the guy who shot Adair goes after Sherlock. And he has a wax figure of himself. And then Moran, the assissin, shoots the figure, and then they ambush Moran and everyone's happy and they find out that he used a sniper.
...bearing in mind that they didn't have snipers that could do that in the early 1900's, that's pretty mysterious, but now I have no idea what the fuck to do. I talked to my brother and he said that Adair could be found with a gun, one bullet missing from it, and one bullet in his skull, so it looks like a suicide. But it can't be because of the way he fell or something. And yeah, it's kinda hard to think around and I miss my cartoon animals and I'm way out of my depth so I came to you, sobbing. ;^;

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Firestormxx In reply to Cheetour [2012-04-01 19:16:41 +0000 UTC]

Wait what about a wax figure? Does Adair or Moran have it? Cause that would be amazing if there was a wax figure that looked like Adair and was shot in the same way ( only on a smaller scale ) and left in the same locked room. And then maybe he leaves another wax figure of his next victim? And then maybe he could either a) have if look the way he is going to kill said next victim or b) have it not damaged, but instead steals it from the police/sherlock and leaves it with the victim after death.
...again speculation but yeah, what was the wax figure for?
also it's okay come here tata /pats

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Cheetour In reply to Firestormxx [2012-04-01 20:05:15 +0000 UTC]

no I mean like
Moran shoots Adair in the face
and then he tries to shoot Sherlock
but it's not sherlock, it's a wax figure of sherlock
and then they ambush him

this isn't even my plot, it's Conan Doyle's xD

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Firestormxx In reply to Cheetour [2012-04-01 22:16:31 +0000 UTC]

oh.
OH.
I get it.
Like a life-size wax dummy of Sherlock to get Moran in place.
Yeah, I get it. u-u
...So what do you need help with? It sounds like you got it down. o:

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Cheetour In reply to Firestormxx [2012-04-01 22:28:31 +0000 UTC]

Because that was Conan Doyle's plot. I haven't a fucking clue how I'm meant to take it out of the victorian era and make it make sense. xD

all I've got so far is that Adair is either found dead, with a loaded pistol with one bullet missing and and one bullet in his skull, but it looks like he was shot from the window; or that Adair has actually shot himself because he was forced to by Moran, who threatened to...idk. Either way, Adair is a gambler and owes a lot of money to big evil important gang people and they hire Moran to shoot him or something.
And I haven't gotten past that. xD

I can't use the original but that was back before they had guns powerful enough to shoot somebody from a long distance through a window...whereas now that scenario radiates the theory SNIPER SNIPER SNIPER SNIPER SNIPER SNIPER BITCH IT WAS A SNIPER OMFG.

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Firestormxx In reply to Cheetour [2012-04-01 22:36:09 +0000 UTC]

Then shake it up a little! :'D
Say Adair has a roommate ( this takes place modern day right? ) who he doesn't really get along with. Adair steals money from said roommate a lot to pay off debts and THE NIGHT ADAIR DIES his roommate finds out about the money and storms off, threatening to kill Adair for what he did. ( like maybe he needs the money for something idk. maybe his sister is dying of cancer blah ) So obvious idea is that his roommate killed him by hiring someone, but really the big-bad-corporation killed Adair.
And maybe his roommate gets killed by Moran too for some reason or another. Maybe his roommate sees Moran.
just spewing out ideas. :U

like I said, just make it super complex with multiple people and different obvious ideas as to who killed who.

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Cheetour In reply to Firestormxx [2012-04-01 22:56:52 +0000 UTC]

yesss this is good. Okay

but no I mean
the part I can't figure out at all is the way they manage to find/trap/ambush Moran, because...the wax figure is kinda..crude. xD

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Firestormxx In reply to Cheetour [2012-04-02 18:40:43 +0000 UTC]

Well Moran is a paid assassin, right? What if they went to the local news station and told them that "Yes, there was a shooting, but NO ONE WAS HURT". Moran would probably drop all his stuff and go back, cause he was paid to do the job and he /didn't finish/.
And knowing Sherlock he probably like,
already figured out who did it and what his face looks like, they just need to get him.
So just make him come back thinking the job isn't done??

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Cheetour In reply to Firestormxx [2012-04-02 20:44:36 +0000 UTC]

vhjkhgjhh I finished it
and like
it's overly simple and I forgot to credit you or anybody else who helped me but I used your idea with the roomate and thank you so muchhh <3

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Firestormxx In reply to Cheetour [2012-04-05 05:38:04 +0000 UTC]

Hey, it's no problem! :'D
Just very glad I could be of some use~
Do you have a link to it?

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Cheetour In reply to Firestormxx [2012-04-05 15:38:54 +0000 UTC]

[link]
and uhh, there's still a bunch of typos and things in it but yep. :I

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Firestormxx In reply to CosmicSponge [2012-01-28 03:14:59 +0000 UTC]

And why exactly did he have to be introduced now? If the blue hedgehog really had just been found on the beach that day shouldn't he have been in some healing place or with the Elders? At least give him some more clothes or something, he looks cold. The little armadillo thought sadly as he looked at the blue ball of spikes a few feet away. He awkwardly shuffled his feet and looked down at his knotted hands as he tried to muster up enough courage to say something. Talking to new people wasn't exactly a strong suit of his, he would rather stay with those he already knew than go out and say hello to the world. With the little hedgehog look wild didn't help his childish fear of others either, it made it much, much harder to approach the other. What if he had some sickness? What if he turned and growled? What if he bit him or scratched him? What if he-
Mighty turned and faced his father, giving him a very desperate look that he hoped would get him out of speaking with the new blue kid. He just wanted to go back to his room and play with Tais. They were in the middle of an important strategy on how to get outside the house without anyone knowing and so far things were going good.
At that exact same instance in a place that had yet to even be conceived, a fierce battle had just come to an abrupt end. The blue, tired, and waterlogged blue hedgehog from years prior stood tall and proud in front of smoking remains of the latest doomsday project. With a confident smirk the hedgehog formerly known as Maurice stepped away from the rubble and marveled at his handiwork, taking note of how he did it all in under ten minutes.
"I think that's a new record! What do you think, Tails? Better than last time?" with a light chuckle he cast a glance towards his long time best friend and adventuring companion.
"Betcha Eggface will be feeling that one for weeks!"
As he trailed off a small section of the wreckage began to move, slowly at first but it grew until large pieces of metal were dislodged and moved aside. Cough and spluttering, a defeated Doctor Eggman stood up from the ruins of his latest idea and scowled. His gazed over the scattered metal in distaste, wondering just how this one had failed when it had seemed so perfect! As the answer appeared he just shook his head and coughed again. It had always been the answer from the very start, the same problem, the same flaw, the same unpredictable element. With a growl he cursed the hedgehog's name under his breath and angrily took off his glasses and whipped the ash on his shirt before placing them back atop his nose.
That's when the blue form took shape through the smoke and when a subtle thought took place. He knew the moment would come when he would have to use it, but the idea still displeased him. A future dictator should take over his subjects in a flashy, all-out matter, not a quiet attack that no one would even remember. Eggman wanted his victory to be remembered by everyone, to be retold years later and glorified in every possible account! Yet at the rate things were going the only possible victory could be accomplished through trickery and subtlety, not a total victory as he had hoped. Still, a victory was better than none at all. At least he could sti-
"There you are, Eggy! I was wondering where you ran off to!" Horrible smile plastered on his muzzle, Sonic the Hedgehog zipped over to the infuriated Doctor's side in an instant and looked up at the man without any fear. "Seems like we haven't spoken to each other in a while. So how has your day been? Mine has been going great! Got to do the thing I love the most!"
The hero casually laughed and shook his head.
Eggman tried his best not to laugh himself.
"My day has actually turned around - in fact I'm very optimistic about the turn out of this event, hedgehog. It may be our last battle, the final battle if you wish, but I wanted you to enjoy it, seeing as you won't be around much longer. "
It didn't take Sonic more than a second to dart back to Tails and away from the madman. At the speed of his movement a quick gust of wind kicked up, blowing away a large majority of the smoke in the area, leaving the laughing Doctor Eggman in full view.
"It is a cowardly act that I don't necessarily do, but if I plan to win this war on the world I will need to result to such tactics. So farewell, Hedgehog. We shall meet again in year's past and then I will be able to finally silence you and your friends."
In something resembling a science fiction movie, the moustachioed villain pulled a small remote out of his pocket and pressed a small button upon it, setting his final plan into motion. The ground to his right suddenly began to shake violently before opening wide. A metal platform pushed up out of the sudden hole and sitting upon it were four heavily armored SWATbots that looked to be years old and yet fully functional with their visors glowing a blood red. Next to them sat a large, four-legged, red and black mechanical creature. It took the Doctor less than a minute to settle himself into the robot's cockpit and power it up, the metal beast groaning to life and standing at its' full height.
"Things shouldn't have ended this way, Hedgehog, but you have forced my hand. I shall give your armadillo friend a very warm greeting."
With his gloating good and done, Eggman quickly pressed the button he hoped he would never have to use. Swallowing his pride in hopes for a better future, the future dictator and murderer commanded his small battalion through the well-sized purple gateway that had appeared just as he had calculated and, if things were working right, he should end up somewhere very early in Sonic's life.

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CosmicSponge In reply to Firestormxx [2012-01-29 17:11:11 +0000 UTC]

Mighty's father gave his nervous son a sympathetic look, smiling gently. The poor kid really had to learn to come out of his shell (no pun intended) and stop being so wary of people. But he supposed the kid had an excuse this time, what with the little hedgehog still looking pretty mangy considering no one had really wanted to get near the quills of an upset hedgehog to fix him up a bit.
"It's alright," he assured his son as he walked forward and helped the younger armadillo bridge the gap between himself and their guest, "He's a good kid."
Maurice, startled out of his half-asleep state by the close voices, reluctantly opened his eyes and glanced up at the armadillo pair. The two were just dark smudges in his sleep-bleary vision, so he pushed himself into a sort of sitting position and rubbed at his eyes with the back of his hand to help clear it before looking back up at them with a questioning and slightly annoyed gaze.
Mighty eyed the blue hedgehog anxiously. "Sorry for waking you up," he apologized quietly, not sure whether whether the wild-looking boy could even understand him. "I- Dad just wants me to meet you, since I guess you'll be staying here for a while?"
The hedgehog merely gave a small nod in reply, his silence beginning to really unnerve the young armadillo. Mighty looked up to his father for support, only to find the other had slipped away at some point, probably in an attempt to make him open up to the hedgehog on his own. It only really resulted in heightening his anxiety to near panic, though.
"Dad," he whined quietly, forcing his gaze back to his silent blue guest, who had raised an unimpressed eyebrow at him. "Don't give me that look!" he protested, feeling a bit braver now that his fear had produced some adrenaline, "I'm not good with these things, okay?"
He gave a frustrated huff when the hedgehog's expression didn't budge. At least he hadn't been bitten or anything yet. The blue hedgehog remained silent and still, apparently sizing him up still.
"O-Okay look, I...I'm gonna be in my room if you need me or something, alright?" he offered lamely, backing away from the odd newcomer. He felt bad about leaving Tails and was obviously not getting anywhere with his new housemate, so there wasn't really much point in staying with him. They'd get to know each other over the time he was staying there, anyway.

Back in the future, a young fox had whipped his twin namesakes into a spin and lifted himself off the ground, pointing urgently after the retreating spider-bot, having quickly understood what the madman piloting it was planning.“Sonic, quickly! We gotta go after him! He's gonna mess up the timeline!” he cried, not really caring if his brother understood what that meant or not. He would get that Eggman was going to mess something important up, and that was all he would need to get, for now. The chaos of time travel and paradoxes could be explained after they were sure they weren't going to be erased from time.

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oops this is dumb and pointless sorry i didn't really move anything forward aaaagh

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Firestormxx In reply to CosmicSponge [2012-02-01 00:11:17 +0000 UTC]

As quickly as his little legs would carry him, the red-shelled armadillo scuffled down the hall and back into his tiny corner of a room. He didn't dare relax until the door was firmly shut behind him and once it was he let a nervous sigh escape his lips. Really, what was his Dad thinking? That kid didn't even talk! He probably didn't even know how to talk! While that thought did strike pity into Mighty, and a bit of shame, he simply pushed it aside and put back on his mischievous smile from earlier. With a huff he puffed out his chest and strode towards the two yellow-orange tails that lazily flicked at him. Once next to his partner in crime, after crossing seas of blocks, socks, and other assorted figures, the self-appointed Commander Mighty placed a hand on his friend's shoulder, making the other jump.
"AH! O-Oh, Mighty, it's just you. You scared me: I thought you were your Dad for a second." The orange and yellow fox smiled up at his friend briefly before returning back to his work: a heavily scribbled on piece of paper.
"That's Commander Mighty, General Tails. How goes the plans?" The armadillo got down on his knees to look at the 'plans' a little closer. He smiled. "Excellent! We should be able to make this work! And you're going to think it's so cool! If we get there in time we can see them al-"
"E-Excuse me, sir." Interjected the fox named Tails a bit apprehensively. "We have everything planned out...but what about the new one? The blue guy? He'll see us when we sneak out tonight.."
"Shhh!" Mighty quickly placed a hand over the other's muzzle to silence him and then quickly looked around as if he would see someone watching them. "What if someone is listening? They will never let us leave if they figure out what we're up to!"
Tails pulled back the fingers over his mouth and asked, "But what about him, the blue guy?"
"I'll....figure out something."

Timeline. Last time that word was used Sonic died and came back to life in the end of the world. Not to mention some weird Shadow copy was running rampant. Yeah, he wasn't get to let that happen again and he didn't need to be told twice. With a stern nod the hedgehog took off in a flash through the portal, half-hoping Tails would follow to help explain things, like where they were going to be when they lande-
"Oof." Wet grass met Sonic's face as he landed face down on some hill, but he didn't take a moment to lay there and fight off the time travel vertigo. No, he jumped up and brought his arms up in defense, ready to stop an onslaught of attacks from Eggman. After a few seconds of, well, nothing, Sonic let his guard drop as he peered around. No robots, that was both good and bad.
But...where exactly were they?

OOc;
hush no it wasn't that was good
/pets

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CosmicSponge In reply to Firestormxx [2012-02-01 02:29:34 +0000 UTC]

In reality, Mighty had no clue what he was going to do about the hedgehog. Of all the days he could show up, why did it have to be this one? They'd been working on and perfecting this plan for days!
"He...he looked really tired when Dad made me go see him...He might just be asleep when we do this," the young armadillo muttered, brow scrunched up with thought as he traced one of the scribbles on the page with a finger.
"Yeah, but what if he isn't?" pressed Tails, looking up at his Commander with worry. "I don't wanna get in trouble for this!"
Mighty shot him a soft glare for speaking to a man of superior rank without first being spoken to, but he supposed he could let it go this one time. "He...I don't think he can talk, actually," admitted Mighty, his voice quiet but thoughtful. That fact still scared him a bit. "He seems pretty...f-feral, too. I don't think he'd even understand that we were doing something bad."
A shudder ran through 'General' Tails at the word feral, the fox frowning down at their plans, not really wanting to look up at Mighty. Tails had never met a feral Mobian, but from the books he'd read and movies he'd seen about them, he had a feeling it would probably be best to keep away from him. But poor Might was going to have to live with him! "What if he wants to come with us, though? If he really is...that, he'll want to go outside, won't he?"

In the other room and completely uninterested in going back outside at least for the night, Maurice streched out, gave a silent yawn and curled back up on the floor, nuzzling his face into the peach fur on his arm.
He was glad the armadillo kid was gone. He had a feeling he was nice underneath that fear, but right now the little hedgehog didn't want to deal with people pestering him. All he wanted to do was sleep, and even if the older armadillo came back, he was not uncurling or getting up until his head stopped aching from tiredness.

Glad Sonic had picked up on the urgency of the situation, Tails twirled his namesakes faster and shot after the blue blur, not wanting to get stuck in the present and not be able to help. Shooting through the portal, the fox suddenly found that on the other side he wasn't going forward - he was going down, and flying straight toward the quilled back of his brother, who had just crash-landed in wherever they were. Pulling up suddenly and with enough force to make his head hurt, Tails managed to avoid becoming a pancake or a pincushion, but was forced to land as the pain of the sudden direction change was making him dizzy.
"Ugh...Eggman's gone, isn't he?" asked Tails in a deadpan tone, holding his head and looking around the darkened, hilly Zone. He could hear insects, birds and a large-sounding river nearby, but there was no sign of Swatbot boots or the engine of that spider mech...


ooc-
sorry for writing for tails without your permission, i just wanted to reply and you weren't on for me to ask fdlks
also lol sorry about your profile page thing. this rp is taking up a lot of space. xD
and uh
sorry for apologizing so much?

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Firestormxx In reply to CosmicSponge [2012-02-01 04:13:30 +0000 UTC]

"Well...I guess.." the armadillo muttered as he finished tracing the layout of their plan. "But what if he, like, runs away? Dad will find out for sure if that happens and I don't want to get in trouble." Okay, yeah, they were already planning on breaking the rules, but this was totally different! Sneaking out of the house was one thing, but losing the new blue guy would get them in way more trouble. Mighty shuddered just thinking about it.
"That's true." muttered Tails in response as he furrowed his brows in thought. "We could watch him and make sure he doesn't run off. Maybe tell him we would give him something if he stays with us. You know where your Dad hides the cookies, right?"
The Commander scoffed at his young General. "He thinks I don't know where they are, but I always find them. He can't stop my nose from finding those amazing cookies. But why would you need them? I don't think feral Mobians have cookies.."

Sonic swiveled on his heels as he looked around the dark and moonlit zone. It was hard to make out at night, but he was fairly sure he knew what Zone they were in, but that wasn't the problem now, was it? The question was when were they. "Yeah, he's not here." replied the hedgehog with a wave of his hand as he continued to peer into the night. "But where do you think we are? You mentioned timeline a few minutes ago and that usually doesn't mean anything good." He paused again before shaking his head and returning his emerald gaze back to Tails. "Is Eggman going to mess with time again? Does he never learn we should just leave this stuff alone. It always ends in me beating him anyway."

OOc;
MY TURN TO APOLOGIZE FOR SUPER SHORT SUPER BAD REPLY.
hooray.

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CosmicSponge In reply to Firestormxx [2012-02-24 22:10:25 +0000 UTC]

"Exactly!" pressed the young General, sitting up straighter and looking his Commander directly in the eye now. He was trying to look serious, but he was on to something, and there was no way he could keep the excitement of that out of his expression. "If he wants to follow us, we can show him what cookies are, let him have one, and then tell him we can't give him any more unless he stays with us!" Tails explained, somehow able to keep himself out of babbling territory.
Mighty nodded, brows furrowed seriously as he listened. There was always the possibility of the kid just taking what he wanted, but...with that sort of thinking, they'd never get outside! "Alright, I guess we could try it...We only have one shot at this, after all, so we...might as well?"

"Mmmn, yeah," Tails confirmed, shaking his head to help clear it of the pain and dizziness with a huff. "I think he's going after our past selves now. Like, before all of this started," he stated, giving a vague, open-armed gesture at 'all of this'. The fact that he sounded more tired than scared said something about the little fox's experience. "We should probably actually take this seriously though. He seemed like...Well, he's always that confident, but it sounded like he actually had a lot to back up that confidence this time. I don't think he's bluffing, Sonic!"

ooc-
fashionably late~~~

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Firestormxx In reply to CosmicSponge [2012-03-02 19:52:26 +0000 UTC]

With a swift movement Mighty quickly put his gloved index finger over his mouth, motioning for his General to be silent. The other Mobian nodded in reply and slowly began to roll up their scribbled plans as his Commander crept towards the door. The small creaking sound signaled the opening of the door, but Mighty only risked opening it enough to stick his neck out ( i.e. his whole body ) and looked down the hall. Already the signs were clear: the lights were off and the few doors they had in the home were shut tight, including his parents' door. Stifling his excitement, the armadillo pulled his face back into the room and shut the door as slowly as he had before. With it firmly shut he spun around on his heel, no longer capable of holding back his excitement at finally being able to pull off their little plan.
"My parents are asleep." Mighty grinned as he shuffled over to his friend and fellow criminal. "Grab the stuff I told you to get and uh...put it in this backpack" - he picked up the old red pack from underneath his massive pile of nameless toys and nick-knacks. "I'll go find some of the cookies. Meet me by the fireplace, but be careful, the blue hedgehog guy is there and I don't know if he will be friendly without adults around. We don't need a fight waking everybody up when we're this close! Just make sure to keep it on the down low, okay? I wish you luck, General Miles Prower." He saluted the lesser ranked officer with a grin on his face, turned, and then exited the room once again, leaving Tails to prepare for the adventure.

Sonic listened like he would with any other of Tails many explanations: taking every detail and trying to make sense of it all. But thankfully this time the speech was short, sweet, and to the point. Just the way he liked it. "Past selves, huh?" The hedgehog asked as he sighed and scratched himself behind his ear. "I'll give him points for being creative and all, but that's not much like him. Then again he thinks he can rule the world so I guess crazy is still crazy, even if it's Eggface we're talking about. Should be fun though, how many people can go back and see themselves? Can't wait to see little me, I can teach myself a lot of things and show him the love of chilidogs early on!" Sonic smiled at the prospect of that, teaching himself things he already knew to himself before he knew them. There was probably some time-paradox rule in there somewhere, but that's not unlike some things he has done before. If he could break the speed of sound then he could break the laws of physics, no unseen roleplaying chick was going to stop him.
"Alright, General Tails. Pick a direction, any direction. The Super Sonic Speed Travel Agency is up and running tonight, and for a limited time is free to all two-tailed foxes in the area! So what do ya' say, free ride through this mysterious land?"

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CosmicSponge In reply to Firestormxx [2012-03-15 20:08:47 +0000 UTC]

Those weren't exactly the most comforting words to be left with, Tails decided as he tip-toed down the hallway in a fashion a little too inspired by cartoons. He barely even let himself breathe, and had his twin tails curled around each other. It wasn't at all comfortable, but it'd keep them from hitting anything - or puffing out too much to give away how scared he was feeling.
He was shaking as he came closer to the threshold of his friend's living room. Ears twitching at the sound of movement in there, he flattened himself against the wall and peered in, looking for the hedgehog (all the while being absolutely terrified that he would be right behind him when he turned around).
The fire had been put out at some point, leaving the room completely dark aside from whatever star- and moonlight made it in through the windows. Shadows, greatly exaggerated by the pale blue light, were cast heavily throughout the room, most of them looking very spiky and unfriendly to the imaginative young fox.
After a few painstaking moments of checking the room out with his eyes and nose, he spotted the hedgehog, who was...a lot less threatening than he'd expected. The little guy was curled up tight and his quills were relaxed with sleep, making him look more like a basketball in the low light than anything dangerous.
He had spooked Mighty though. And little or not, feral was feral. This guy could probably really hurt him if he wanted to...and with that thought fresh in his mind, Tails drew a deep breath and stepped into the open, carefully advancing toward the fireplace while trying not to disturb the hedgehog guarding it.
Maurice had been living out on his own too long to sleep deep enough for something to walk right by without him noticing. His back flexed on instinct as he woke up, quills raising for a moment before he forced his muscles to relax. Things would be easier if he wasn't noticed. There wasn't the threat of being eaten or anything anymore, but he was still feeling a little huffy after such a long day...but at the same time, the moon was high, he noted, as he glanced out the window. Which meant it was late. What was someone doing up this late, and sneaking around, too? The hedgehog's quills stood again as he thought about this. What if it was a thief? What would his host think if he just let the guy get away? He was feeling a bit better now, so he had no excuse for not acting...Clenching his teeth to hold back a sigh at the thought of missing out on more sleep, he uncurled a bit and rolled over, hoping to at least get a good look at the stranger.
A few rooms away, Mighty crept into the kitchen, nose held high and ears swivelled back as far as they could in case someone came or something happened. The armadillo snuck through the room, keeping to the walls and cupboards as if there were cameras he needed to be hiding from. Stopping at the counter, the armadillo turned and jumped as silently as he could, grabbing the edge while trying to keep his legs from knocking into the cupboards and making too much noise. After pausing for a breath he swung himself up, landing surprisingly steadily. Getting to his feet, the young armadillo opened the higher cupboards and reached up, grinning and just barely keeping himself from uttering a satisfied “Yes!” as his hands grasped firmly around a clay jar. Carefully pulling it down, he grabbed several of the precious baked goods held within and crammed them into his backpack before replacing it as perfectly as he could, closing the door and sliding off the counter to go meet his friend as quickly and quietly as possible. So far, things were going well!

Tails gave his friend a slightly amused smirk as the Eggman's special brand of crazy, but it quickly disappeared as he went on to talk about his younger self. He opening his mouth to explain why that was a really, really bad idea, when the blue hedgehog cut him off. He supposed if Eggman had already been through here and they hadn't disappeared yet, things probably worked differently than he thought. Silver managed to stay alive after all those time shenanigans, after all. Chuckling at Sonic's general silliness as he twirled his namesakes and lifted himself into the air, the fox shrugged. “It's up to you, Commander Sonic!”

ooc- ps this is why you don't let me write too much without dialogue. things go on forever.

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Firestormxx In reply to CosmicSponge [2012-03-16 06:32:41 +0000 UTC]

It was like one of those spy cartoons...the good spy has what he needs but needs to first tip-toe his way past the guard without being seen nor heard. With that small fact in mind, the terrified fox quietly pushed on towards the now dormant fireplace, all the while ignoring the shadowy monster that stood stoic all over the room. He walked on towards the small hedgehog basketball...slowly...slowly. Tails covered the distance between himself and the feral Mobian before the later moved, causing the fox to gasp in horror. Frozen mid-step, the fox could only watch as the clumps of quills moved like mini-snakes, all of them seeming to point towards him. Thankfully the quills relaxed, allowing Tails to finally breathe again as the grip of terror left him. Now, ever so slightly shaking at the sight of such a weird shadow-twisted /thing/, the yellow Mobian looked helplessly over his shoulder, akin to what Mighty had done just hours earlier. Not seeing the famed Commander in the hallway behind him, the fox shakily shook his head and turned back to the little hedgehog. Instead of the terrifying ball of spikes, two little eyes, or eye, were staring curiously at him.
The guard had caught the spy. What was he going to do? How was he going to escape! What would Mighty have done? hide in a corner and cry obviously and call for his daddy
"I-I-I won't h-hurt-t-t you. I..I-'m Tails.."
"What are you doing!?"
The sudden angry and terrified hiss behind Tails made him jump and spin around, unceremoniously landing on his intertwined tails and landing hard on his rump.
"I..He...He looked at me! I-I was just saying hello!" The young fox defended as he shot a harmless look towards Maurice. "He doesn't l-look so bad! Maybe he just...just is scared. Like us."

"Me? Little old me? You sure that's a good idea?" A mischievous glance told all as Sonic grabbed the fox's arm before he flew too high. "Ah ah ah. Tonight's on me, since we're in a bit of a time travel rush to save ourselves. That sounds weird, doesn't it? We have to save ourselves....little me could probably take Eggman blindfolded! Might as well go and watch Eggface get his butt handed to him, huh? Hold on!"
It didn't occur to the hedgehog that Eggman had gone /very/ early in his life, the days he would later jokingly call his 'Silent Years'. Why should he have to worry about them? The only people that knew him back then were Mighty and Tails, maybe a few villagers, no one else. Not even Amy or Knuckles knew where he grew up and he had specifically asked Tails, or Mighty, to tell. It wasn't that he was particularly 'ashamed' of this time, but it really 'him' either. The quiet life where he once took things slowly and acted with remote care for his own safety...they were good days. It almost seemed like a completely different person. Those years were untouchable and ones he cherished. Eggman couldn't touch them.
No, no. He imagined Eggman going to a time before he had met the Madman, but after he had learned to use and love his incredible power of speed.
"Hey, where do you think we are anyway? I can't place the name." Sonic asked casually as he raced along the base of a particularly long line of small mountains, each covered with grass and trees. "It's not Ice Cap, I can tell that much."

Ooc;
this is why we can't have nice things
no no no. I'm kidding.
and rambling isn't a bad thing. u-u

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CosmicSponge In reply to Firestormxx [2012-04-10 21:52:52 +0000 UTC]

Now that he was sure there was nothing threatening around, Maurice was fairly crabby about being woken up at...whatever time it was. He tried his best not to let it show. These kids were scared enough already...which probably meant they weren't up to any good. Too bad the one person who caught them in the act was probably the most adventurous hedgehog this side of miles of metal and prison and ocean in the world, he thought with a grin. Despite how tired he was, he wanted in. Pushing himself into a sitting position, he broke eye contact with the fox to look back at the armadillo - Flighty, was it? - with open curiosity. He wanted to know what they were up to, and he was going to have to figure it out without sign language to help him.
Tails, after moving his twin tails into a less painful position, returned his smile a bit shakily, and definitely not as widely. While the fact that he hadn't had his hand bitten off or something so far was an ecouraging sign, there was something to that grin that didn't sit quite right with the fox kit. Little did he know, he'd be wary of that same expression from that same hedgehog for years to come. He relaxed a bit as the other dropped the grin and shifted his gaze to Mighty, who simply froze like a deer in the headlights.

Tails could feel something akin to the adrenaline-filled lovechild of dread and excitement build in his chest as Sonic's hand closed around his arm and pulled him down. He knew exactly where this was going, and barely even flinched as his brother rocketed forward, jerking Tails' arm violently and taking the rest of him along for the trip.
Riding on Sonic's speed and using the wind to keep his namesakes in motion like a pinwheel, Tails probably could've been completely relaxed and still managed to stay afloat. But the considering the circumstances, relaxation wasn't an option. They had to figure out where they were...it would probably help with figuring out the when, since they traveled around so much.
"Looks like a Hill Zone to me," reported Tails, tracing the silhouettes of hills and loops against the moonlit sky. That was sort of stating the obvious, but for some reason it felt important. The two of them hailed from such a Zone after all, so was it so crazy to think Eggman could've - oh no. Could he have figured out where the old village was?

ooc- givin' you mighty for this. you're better with him anyway hehe

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Firestormxx In reply to CosmicSponge [2012-04-14 04:04:54 +0000 UTC]

Silly, childish, unnatural fears! The fear of the dark, the fear of being caught re-handed, the fear of feral Mobians. All such stupid, stupid things to be afraid of! Mighty had no such reason to fear those things, but he couldn't help it, it was a part of his instinct as a member of the armadillo family. Curl up and hide, that's what they did. Face their fears inside a protect shell and take the blows, and then simply walk away.
It was how the young Mobian wanted to act right then, to just curl up and take whatever that feral thing would throw towards him. Mighty would have simply done just that if Maurice hadn't looked directly at him. For just a brief second they shared eye contact before the armadillo quickly lowered his gaze to Tails, mind reeling. He faltered for a second as he reached for the backpack he had hastily filled with cookies, quickly swinging it off his arm and letting it drop to the ground.
"S-Since you seem to...uh..h-he seems to be friendly t-towards you, h-how about you try and uh..reason with h-him. " The armadillo softly pushed the backpack towards Tails with his foot, but not before looking back at Maurice.
Mighty wasn't sure what it was exactly, but something in the creatu- Mobian's eyes looked...kind. Adventurous. Intelligent. It didn't look dumb like most of the stories of feral Mobians had said, so maybe this kid wasn't one? Whatever the case was, it gave Mighty some false courage to hold on to.

Cold air racing through his fur, the night simply blurring past in a rush of dulled colors and shapes. Stars overhead simply melding into one giant light-streaked black mess and the moon, the pre-exploded moon, staring down rather ominously at the speedy hedgehog. It was the stuff he lived for. The rush of running faster than no other, to be able to feel the wind race and roar in his ears...! It was like no other experience and if circumstances had been far better, Sonic wouldn't hesitate to lose himself in the thrill of the moment. It was pristine weather too: no clouds, not too cold, no wind. Even Tails was by his side, just like the old days! Things were just perfect, almost too perfect really. In fact it had been years since Sonic had seen a Zone with such great weather...
"A Hill Zone? Well that cuts down our options from about three-thousand Zones to choose from to only eight-hundred. This one also has a coast, so we are near an ocean." He jerked his head to the left, where a hardly visible reflection of the moon could be seen just beyond a smaller portion of one of the hills. "Now what's it at? two-hundred? Bit better. Not many places have this weather either...so that cuts it down to about twenty different zones. Still, place feels familiar..."

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Firestormxx In reply to Cheetour [2012-01-08 08:34:14 +0000 UTC]

so going to call her boobchidna now. :U
AND I THINK I GAVE YOU THE LINK, RIGHT?

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