the new baddest bitch in the game. [open!]

[obfuskate]

Who: Shadow the Hedgehog [ obfuskate ] & anyone! Even fourth-wallers, if you so desire!
What: Putzing around in the stadium (and by putzing I mean beating up sandbags) winds up in a bit of a discovery...
Where: Starts in the stadium, goes to ANYWHERE on campus. Specify where in the title or your prose, please!
When: April 24th - 30th, please specify the date in your title!
Warnings: Nudity at the beginning, and... well. Shadow.

The Sandbags were admittedly creepy, something that made him all the more guiltless over knocking the crap out of them.

Shadow remembered entering the stadium, finding nothing other than these... these things staring at him with soulless, beady eyes. They watched his every move, their gaze beckoning for- for something he couldn't place.

He stepped over to one, and once it started wiggling in place pleadingly, he socked it right in the... 'face'? Was it a face? He couldn't really tell, but those things were wigging him out, and... they were Sandbags. Clearly this was the Headmaster's sick joke of a training standard. Sandbags with eyes. What would he encounter next?!

He panted softly, smirk lining his face as he watched the next Sandbag, one he just slammed with a powerful Air Shoe kick, soar through the air noiselessly. For objects with eyes, they sure acted... lifeless. Very lifeless.

At least they weren't built to scream.

That was quite enough, he decided. No more of that silliness, his mind chanted, all while he stepped over to the bleachers and located a suspicious, clumpy-looking bag, slumped next to one of the chairs. The label: "Humanization Balls."

That was... strange. 'Humanization'? Surely they didn't mean...?

Shadow only intended to take one to examine it, carefully placing a gloved hand inside of the bag. However, before he could even remove one, the Chaos Energy colliding with the Smash Ball's energy activated a most sudden and instant process.

One minute, he was a hedgehog.

The next, he was sitting on his notably bare, furless rear, all with no trace of his prior form to speak of. His gloves? Torn by grown hands and in patches of polyester and cotton on the ground. His shoes? Suddenly off of him, albeit intact. Inhibitor rings? Off, also intact.

There was nothing on him.

Literally. Nothing.

... Welp.

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After a bit of an embarrassing encounter later and a trip to get some clothing, however, he persisted in this form. He flexed limbs familiar to him, yet much longer and more built. He felt hair drop from his head in a manner very similar to his own spines, but with gravity affecting his tresses a little more.

The streaks in his hair, red as cherries, and the harsh tinge to his eyes made it obvious who he was.

Maybe.

[[ No, he can't be encountered nude in the stadium AHAHAHA sorry... B') That and clothes-retrieving, etc. was already planned to be logged in here with Sonic. Other than that, though, you can find him anywhere, any time! Just leave the where and when in the title or description. Thanks!! ]]

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[wears_number_69]

Oh.


My.


Berri was happy she went exploring.

[obfuskate]

...

Who is this woman and why is she staring at him.

Just.

Staring back.

With eyes that say, girl, girl no.

Stop looking this way.

What is with that look in your eyes.

IDIOT.

[wears_number_69]

"Why the long face~?"

Human Berri said innocently.

[obfuskate]

Oh. Yes.

So innocent.

Look at Shadow. He's definitely buying it.

... yeah, no, he's not.

"That is none of your business."

o hai shadow

[blockedlight]

This place....

Shadow thought he was dead. He had intended to die. Was this heaven? Hell? He thought he belonged in the latter, but did it really matter? He was going to make do with what he had.

Upon seeing a sandbag, a shuriken was quickly launched into it, spilling sand everywhere.

oh hi... SHADOW...?!?!?!?

[obfuskate]

... Who the hell was this, and what was he doing? There was no point in utilizing Sandbags when one was using a weapon that hardly relied on force. Their purpose was to train via weight power against muscle. Anyone could understand that. It's common sense. THIS IS STUPID.

Shadow remained pretty difficult to see from beneath a very shady area of the bleachers, and yet his voice came clear:

"You are completely missing the point of those."

[blockedlight]

Who was this moron coming up to him and telling him what to do? Shadow could use brute force if he wanted to, but he relied mostly on his throwing stars.

So, in response, he looked at the guy and motioned to his dog, who was standing behind him.

"Be careful. The dog eats people."

[obfuskate]

Shadow just gave him a completely unenthusiastic look, expression as stern and uncaring as ever.

"You expect me to be afraid of an ordinary dog?"

How pathetic.

[blockedlight]

Oh kid, if only you knew. If only you knew the damage Interceptor could do. IF ONLY. Interceptor was a very large dog, almost wolf-like. Interceptor wouldn't eat people; that was more of Shadow's way of saying "Don't cross me." But certainly he could maul the hell out of someone.

It was tempting for Shadow to simply sic the dog on the kid right now to show him up, but perhaps now wasn't the time. He had said he was going to stop running, after all.

"Perhaps you should be if you know what's good for you."

[obfuskate]

"Hmph. It's clear that you don't know who you are dealing with..."

Shadow took a step back, raising a palm and expecting the Chaos Energy naturally coursing through him to begin to resonate...

Yet there was nothing.

He froze, looking over to his hand in total bewilderment.

"W-... What?!"

[blockedlight]

Shadow had to try and stifle a laugh. Oh, this kid. This dumb kid.

"I think it's fairly clear who I'm dealing with," he said. If his face wasn't covered by a mask, there would be a very clear smirk on it. But the smirk projected through his voice.

"If you want to bother me, I'd suggest being a more formidable opponent."

[obfuskate]

"I am a more formidable opponent," snarled Shadow, lowering a hand and clenching it into a fist. This was... frustrating. How was he not able to channel any Chaos Energy in this form?! This made no sense! He still had at least a little, even with the lack of an emerald! How can this be?!

"But not in this form. This... This is not the true me. Those things..."

He flipped his head towards the bag of Smash Balls still nearby and gave a shuddering, yet gentle growl. "They did this to me. I should have known..."

[blockedlight]

Sure. A likely story. Shadow wasn't about to believe the ramblings of this guy.

"Maybe you should go play with things that aren't quite so dangerous," he suggested, holding up another shuriken. Just then he aimed and threw it right at another sandbag, adding to the growing pile of sand.

[obfuskate]

Given that he was right with the Smash Balls, Shadow decided that changing back? Would be a good thing. A great thing, even, yes. Now, the problem was... how would he?

He approached them, reaching out to grab one, and in an instant, without any effort... there he stood, a hedgehog as he should be again.

He looked to his palms, now radiating softly with the energy he so coveted. Perfect. He hated being in that form, lacking his ultimate power...!

Shadow skated behind the other man, a 'hmph' resonating from him as he did.

"In this form," he stated, raising glowing hands, "I hold power that you could not ever dream of."

... He just couldn't use Chaos Powers without emeralds, so he was stuck with homing attacks and speed. Oh well. It was enough.

April 24th / Stadium / THIS IS DESTINY.

[bluestreaker]

He had run by this place before, but the first time he passed through, he hadn't gone in. What prompted him this time was the sounds. It wasn't that Sonic needed convincing to go exploring the unknown, but he hadn't be particularly interested without a prompt. He just assumed it would always be there to check out later.

He heard heavy impacts and lengths of silence closed with loud, dull thuds for rolling credits. This went on for a bit before it came to a pause, which was the trigger for encouraging him to pass through the gates.

His first surprise were the bean bags with eyes. He tilted his head at the nearest one and approached it, punting it gently with his heel to see if it was alive. He got the impression that it was, but it lacked mobility without apparent assistance. Sonic noticed tons of these critters romping around the stadium's questionable terrain. Oh, boy, did they look lively.

He picked the sack up, noting its weight and concluding their bloodlines to be more like... sand lines. Were there even lines in sand? Sonic chuckled at himself, but he didn't really get his own joke.

He stood it up right... then watched it plop over. Okay, never mind. He walked toward the center of the area with regards for his surroundings, casting irregular patterns of sight here and there as it posed interests. Finally, movement that seemed unnatural to the limbless sandbags caught his eye, and he came to a quick halt. Tail stiff, ears locked up in attention.

What was he seeing over there? He pressed a hand over his eyes and narrowed them, as if he lacked 20/20 vision. He chose not to say anything, wondering if he would disturb... whoever that was. They looked pretty... lacking...?

Re: April 24th / Stadium / THIS IS DESTINY.

[obfuskate]

Oh, no. Of all people to show up and find him in this state...! Sure, he wasn't a hedgehog anymore, and they tended to be nude most of the time, but humans weren't meant to be that way! Lacking clothing meant a complete lack of dignity, being laid bare in his fullest with everything in display...

... to Sonic.

To fucking Sonic.

His first instinct meant covering his, er... privates. That meant two hands flinging downward to cover li'l Shadow as he just... sat there, refusing to move.

He already had his frontal view in display. He didn't want his rear in his sightings either.

"W-What are you doing here?!"

God, he STAMMERED. He never felt so exposed. Damn this form!

[bluestreaker]

WOAH, DANG.

Sonic discovered the nudist colony... Population: 1!!

In actuality, the reaction and the shout are what startled him. The nudity crossed his mind, but, hey, who was he to talk about that sort of thing? Human weren't really his forte, either.

"Uhhhh, just checkin' the place out!" Unsure of what else to say, the stupid questions began to fall out of his mouth. "Do you... l...ive here?" Maybe that's why he was wandering in the buff. Guy could do what he wanted in his house, right?

... Eh heh?

[obfuskate]

Shadow stood, hands still shielding his sensitive areas, yet he kept himself firmly planted facing Sonic. No, he was not about to show him his now-human posterior, thanks.

"That is a ridiculous notion, thinking that anyone would live here...

... faker."

Ooooh shit, Sonic.

Guess who this is?

ICON TIME.

[bluestreaker]

It didn't click at first. The word just caused an instant annoyance in the back of his head; the unconscious narrowing of an eye. The only distinction from the one who called him that was Sonic's ability to uphold a smile.

"Who are you calling a 'faker' when you're not even a - "

[bluestreaker]

"A...."

















Ding! Chili dog's up.

[bluestreaker]

"....SHADOW?!"

[obfuskate]

No, Amy Rose.

WHO ELSE WOULD IT BE YOU DUMBASS. GEEZ, SONIC.

"If you speak a word of this to anyone," he hissed, shoulders twitching upward in both rage and... embarrassment, "you are dead."

Shadow basically looked. Ridiculous right now.

And very bare.

[bluestreaker]

Sonic absorbed his threat but chose not to acknowledge it. He was busy eyeing him up and down, earless head (Well, they weren't on top) and boney feet, trying to understand where all his spines had gone, why he wasn't his height anymore... why he was humanWHATTHEHECKMAN.


Okay.

Okay, woah.


Alright, Sonic, it's still Shadow. He just looks different.

That in mind, Sonic calmed his spirit and pressed a hand to his chin. Take this one step at a time. He began to migrate around Shadow, mostly sticking to his front, but still not giving much care that he was clearly trying to avoid that very thing in the first place.

He stopped just beside his thighs, looking carefully at the guarded area.

"....

"Shadow, I...

"See you have an extra... Eeeeyeah, just hanging out there."

[obfuskate]

What.

No.

No, no, no, just.

That is the last thing he wanted to hear from him and god was that his dignity slipping away from him YEP THAT WAS HIS LAST SHRED OF DIGNITY JESUS FUCK this is dumb.

Shadow stepped away, eyes wild with madness. He would have done something more physical if he were, uh... clothed, but in this case, there wasn't much he could do in that regard.

Instead, he kept it verbal.

"How are my untouchables any of your damn business."

PLAYING THE DAMN CARD, I SEE.

[bluestreaker]

"Er," Sonic stood upright, backing off to give Shadow's much larger body the extra space it was going to need. He hated the fact he had to look up at him, but there wasn't much he could do short of piling up Sandbags and standing on them. That felt a bit mean to them and demeaning to himself. Like Shadow doesn't have it worse.

"Eh - No, I mean, they're not! It's just - Well, it's not like I've ever seen - " Sonic pressed a hand to his forehead, eyes dulling into a viridian bafflement as he tried to reinstate the connection between tongue and brain.

"Aaahh, just shut up and let me help you."