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smash_logs2012-04-20 05:59 pm
bluestreaker) wrote in smash_logs2012-04-20 05:59 pm
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Everyday is National Harass Shadow Day
Who: Sonic & Shadow
What: SMASHING INTO SMASHSo clever
Where: Dorm
When: Backdated to sometime before April 17th/Sonic's Intro
Warnings:Shadow's crab problem
Well, this feeling wasn’t unfamiliar!
At first, gravity had no say in the matter of Sonic’s body, the lithe, azure form of the fastest thing alive floating aimlessly in pools of hot light. The weightlessness of his descent through the crippling white space and the regressive time flow always made his brain as light as air, insides floating towards the surface of his belly. Time travel never felt very good, and for all the times he’s done it, you would think he’d be used to it by now!
Nope.
He couldn’t conjure up a voice quite yet, so he took to observing his surroundings in hopes they weren’t as empty as they appeared. His past self was gone. Tails was, too. Amy, Silver, Shadow, Blaze… He didn’t see anyone. Not even Eggman. Their voices cheering him on during the final battle with Time Eater seem to linger in the hollow of his ears, but it was simply echoes of the past.
Sonic’s emerald eyes swayed upward, his vision hazy… he thought. Everything was just so bright.
And it exponentially became brighter, and brighter, and –
“Woah!”
The last sound Sonic could manage before the weight of the universe made a comeback. His spines grew heavy, their weight increasing to replicate metal fixtures welded into his skull. Like any fall, his innards dropped like boulders into his backside, the rest of his blood rushing forward, and down he went.
He instinctively went to reach up, swinging to grab at nothing to hold onto. The velocity from the fall was rising; the heat was getting worse; his skin sizzled as if falling through the atmosphere; and the world suddenly grew
Black.
Then there was light!
“…..ooooOOOAAAH!” Oh man, oh man, oh MAN, OH MAN! He was still falling fast! He could see an orb of hospitality down below, the term ‘tunnel vision’ squeezing every last literal sense out of itself and onto Sonic’s life. Was that a bed? A nightstand? The shoot he was racing through was beginning to wobble and curve, spiraling his body out of control. Sonic flailed his arms, spun his wheels, but to no avail. He was still flipping around as if caught in time’s tornado.
“Aw, man, this is gonna - !”
Face, meet WALL. “GAH!” Body, meet BED. “OOF!”
The mattress that caught him shrieked out in loud squeaks, pathetically sweeping upward to try and throw its invader off and onto the floor. Sonic hung on until it eased, face down into some poor sap’s pillow and filthy shoes tangled all up in the blankets.
“Well…” Sonic mumbled, slapping each white-gloved palm against the bed. He gradually pushed himself up, eyes fixed on the beaten pillow beneath him. “That was almost the most comfortable landing I’ve ever had.”
He looked left. Just looked like a room with a couple beds. Clean, seemingly unused. Nothing special.
Right. The wall he just made out with. He redirected his eyes away from that embarrassing memory; he was exceptionally glad no one saw it.
What: SMASHING INTO SMASH
Where: Dorm
When: Backdated to sometime before April 17th/Sonic's Intro
Warnings:
Well, this feeling wasn’t unfamiliar!
At first, gravity had no say in the matter of Sonic’s body, the lithe, azure form of the fastest thing alive floating aimlessly in pools of hot light. The weightlessness of his descent through the crippling white space and the regressive time flow always made his brain as light as air, insides floating towards the surface of his belly. Time travel never felt very good, and for all the times he’s done it, you would think he’d be used to it by now!
Nope.
He couldn’t conjure up a voice quite yet, so he took to observing his surroundings in hopes they weren’t as empty as they appeared. His past self was gone. Tails was, too. Amy, Silver, Shadow, Blaze… He didn’t see anyone. Not even Eggman. Their voices cheering him on during the final battle with Time Eater seem to linger in the hollow of his ears, but it was simply echoes of the past.
Sonic’s emerald eyes swayed upward, his vision hazy… he thought. Everything was just so bright.
And it exponentially became brighter, and brighter, and –
“Woah!”
The last sound Sonic could manage before the weight of the universe made a comeback. His spines grew heavy, their weight increasing to replicate metal fixtures welded into his skull. Like any fall, his innards dropped like boulders into his backside, the rest of his blood rushing forward, and down he went.
He instinctively went to reach up, swinging to grab at nothing to hold onto. The velocity from the fall was rising; the heat was getting worse; his skin sizzled as if falling through the atmosphere; and the world suddenly grew
Black.
Then there was light!
“…..ooooOOOAAAH!” Oh man, oh man, oh MAN, OH MAN! He was still falling fast! He could see an orb of hospitality down below, the term ‘tunnel vision’ squeezing every last literal sense out of itself and onto Sonic’s life. Was that a bed? A nightstand? The shoot he was racing through was beginning to wobble and curve, spiraling his body out of control. Sonic flailed his arms, spun his wheels, but to no avail. He was still flipping around as if caught in time’s tornado.
“Aw, man, this is gonna - !”
Face, meet WALL. “GAH!” Body, meet BED. “OOF!”
The mattress that caught him shrieked out in loud squeaks, pathetically sweeping upward to try and throw its invader off and onto the floor. Sonic hung on until it eased, face down into some poor sap’s pillow and filthy shoes tangled all up in the blankets.
“Well…” Sonic mumbled, slapping each white-gloved palm against the bed. He gradually pushed himself up, eyes fixed on the beaten pillow beneath him. “That was almost the most comfortable landing I’ve ever had.”
He looked left. Just looked like a room with a couple beds. Clean, seemingly unused. Nothing special.
Right. The wall he just made out with. He redirected his eyes away from that embarrassing memory; he was exceptionally glad no one saw it.
1/2
Cool your jets, Sonic. He obviously can't remember events... again.
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