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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.
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"If you think you are so menacing, hedgehog," he growled, "then you will have to show me that your bite is akin to your bark."
That was definitely a challenge.
Are they going to fuck this room up
"My bite, huh?" He replied, voice a hot whisper as his blood began to boil. Though he began the provocation, his body only reacted the moment Shadow issued a contest. His knees lifted up toward his stomach, feet slithering across the sheets and bunching them against his form. It couldn't be seen, but his tail lashing into the mess could be heard.
"Well, if you want to get chewed on - " Sonic's knees slammed into his stomach and he immediately threw his body up into a spin dash and down into the bed. With a bounce, the cobalt buzz saw launched into the threat hanging over him. "Then consider yourself dead meat!"
they gonna TEAR SHIT UP
Sonic didn't change one bit.
Two can play at this game.
Shadow back-flipped with ease, landing neatly on his feet to avoid the whirling spines looking to slice him to bits. His Spin Dash was strong, that much he'd admit... but he's still better.
He furled his body into a very similar ball, and in a shove of his limbs, he launched himself straight over to Sonic, like a reflection, a mirrored movement. His body gave off small waves of Chaos Energy, giving his spinning maneuver that familiar red glow.
Prepare yourself, Sonic.
... Doesn't he have a roommate
Not even two moves in and he didn't feel right at all.
He doesn't have any emeralds. Neither do I, but...
With Shadow, Sonic wasn't one to hold back. While he enjoyed their battles to an almost senseless degree, like any fighter at heart, he also took them seriously. Shadow was plenty capable of ending Sonic in a heartbeat if he allowed for a single misstep, and he knew it. He didn't like it or even completely believe it, but... somewhere beyond Sonic's ego and layers of snark, he understood it. The feelings when they went head-on were unquestionably unique.
But currently not present.
Is that it?
He threw all his weight and speed into lunging at him, elbow out and ready to strike. Not his usual line up, but...
Shadow doesn't actually LMFAO
Shadow could get with this.
The adrenaline pumped through his body, heart slamming against his ribcage as the thrill of the fight caught up to him, making his blood run so much hotter. Something about fighting this hedgehog in particular... Something truly stood out.
He both liked it and hated it furiously. This hedgehog, so capable of wielding Chaos Energy and able to combat the Ultimate Lifeform without near-instant death...
What was he?!
He charged for him, and even as he felt the elbow collide with his own body, he threw a leg up and swung it, air shoes a-flare, for a kick straight at him.
He was going to show no mercy.
Don't be surprised if Shadow wakes up with a blue roommate one day
If how he dealt with most enemies all these years wasn't tantamount to the definition of mercy, then he wouldn't know what to tell you. Satisfaction came with defeating his foes, not destroying them, and all he could do from there was hope they'd figure out where they went wrong. Many enemies, however, did not get much of a choice, but it was safe to say if there were a better way, Sonic would take the highest and, if needed, the hardest road to find it.
Shadow always fell into this category, but Sonic wouldn't ever think that the other was at his mercy. He provoked him; enticed him. Much in the way Shadow felt now was how Sonic always did whenever he got close enough to sniff a challenge in his direction, or vice versa. Your strength against my speed, faker.
But it had taken them time and energy to arrive where Sonic had fallen out from. Every 'next time' kept the loser going, pissing them off just enough to stir a grin marked by vigor. They'd go about their lives, never forgetting that promise.
This Shadow was different, though. For him, Sonic realized, he had never planned on a 'next time.' The in-betweens did not exist and Sonic felt lacking in his own movements, demotivated by the absence of their unspoken vow to beat the Hell out of each other.
It put Sonic into a comprising position where he thought maybe, just maybe, mercy might be required after all.
Back in reality for the couple of seconds he had to feel all that out in a less convoluted manner, he pulled back his elbow once it crashed, quickly swinging to snatch Shadow by the ankle. Not that throwing him into the wall would require much tact and was faaaar less cool a move to use, but Sonic wanted to end this as quickly as possible. He could only hope that if the difference in strength truly was as great as he suspected, Shadow would knock it off.
However unlikely that would be.
... in his bed? >B]
Shadow drew in a shattered breath, fragmented and ragged by agony suddenly shooting through his skull.
He'd been practicing.
"You..." He hissed, bringing an arm up to wipe at his mouth, the corner of it wet from what he was sure was saliva. Couldn't have been blood, considering the injuries sustained wouldn't quite correlate, in this case.
They had switched places, and in that brief moment, he recalled speaking as he swished by him, much like he did in their first meeting...
He breathed in harshly, trying to wobble to his feet. This hedgehog... Why was he so strong? Just an average hedgehog, yet so full of speed and power...
He gave Sonic a glance back, ruby eyes piercing emerald.
He looked up to his companion, his rival, that snide little douchebag with that smirk he wished he could wipe clean off of his mug...
"I think I know who the Ultimate Lifeform is, Sonic!
It might be... you!"
He then hunched forward, pants erupting from him as he placed a palm on his knee.
"How...?"
He shook as he tried to regain some more composure, but shit, the world kept dancing around him in furiously incoherent lights.
"I am the Ultimate Lifeform... How... can an average hedgehog like you compete with me?"
Breaks the other bed for good measure
"Uuhh..." Crap, he wasn't sure what to say. It was one thing to brag, something he was pretty good at, but this situation didn't call for it. (Not yet.) "Practice?"
Re: Breaks the other bed for good measure
"You... I am not through with you yet."
He tried to step forward, only to find himself falling forward, catching himself on his hands and knees on the hardwood floor beneath him.
He was in a bad state, but he still didn't want to admit that he'd lost to him this time.
"Shit."
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So, Sonic stood above him. Arms crossed, lips woven shut by respectful silence.
His point had been made.
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Shadow lowered his ears, unwilling to accept a defeat, but finding that he may not have a choice.
"You've... improved."
That was all he could manage to admit.
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"Told ya. Been fightin' a guy that's way stronger than you in the future. I have to admit, though, if not for him, I may not have improved as quickly as I have."
He considers his choice of words; that brief confession to potential weakness. They weren't entirely true; the challenges that he had faced being his main regimen to a better Sonic the Hedgehog. However, he had to admit he always found himself disliking the idea that should he cross his rivals again, he might not be enough to defeat them.
Often times, that frustration alone drove him the extra mile.
Sonic's calm exterior was complimented by his relaxed smile. Now that his adrenaline had settled down just enough to keep from being on high alert, he could ease the tension stiffening his muscles and spines.
"Guess ya got something to look forward to."
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He wanted to beat the shit out of him, show him who was the real alpha male here, and yet...
That would have to be for another day.
"I will be anticipating our future." He jabbed a finger forward, a direct point. "You will regret having crossed me, Sonic the Hedgehog."
For a brief moment, his glare softened. He looked back again, envisioning their battle before his drop, and...
The other Ultimate Lifeform.
He wondered how much his admittance to that held any water.
... For a normal hedgehog to best him, he had to hold some respect. Would he admit that? No. Deny? Yes.
Shadow the Hedgehog holds no one as his equal. No one.
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Sonic had long ago met his match.
Would he admit that?
No.
Deny?
"Nah," He replied, giving Shadow only his back to look upon. It was his way of reminding him what he would be staring at for the rest of his days if he didn't catch up and catch up quick. "I think it'll be pretty interesting!"
Sonic the Hedgehog holds no one as his equal...
Just as his friendly ambitions.
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Well, one hedgehog rode the aftermath, at least. The other...
He curved his lips downward. Damn these timey-wimey shenanigans.
"Of course you do. You dive into everything so recklessly."
He took a few steps closer, but not bothering to get much further than that. He had a pretty spacious personal space bubble.
"You take this as something 'fun' when it is anything but... and that will prove to be your downfall one day."
It was more of a warning than anything, though he did briefly wonder what would happen if someone else had made him regret his dangerous decisions instead of him, because at least he wouldn't... kill him.
Would he?
No, probably not.
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....
Then he was right back beside his bed, where he sat down with legs and arms crossed.
"So, I'm gonna stay here, right?"
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Does that look like a face of someone willing to accept you into his room with open arms?
Probably not.
"Absolutely not."
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Sonic pressed his chin into his palm, tapping his fingers against his cheek as he leaned in Shadow's direction.
"Whatcha gonna do about it if I stay anyway?"
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"I will make your time here a living hell."
Simple as that.
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"Goodbye, Sonic."
... Another thing he wasn't about to speak out: it was more like a 'see you later'.
1/2
FACE. FLOOR.
...
How did he....
2/2
Re: 2/2
NOPE. DOESN'T CARE.
BACK TO READING HIS DAMN BOOK AT HIS DAMN DESK.