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smash_logs2012-04-24 10:23 pm
obfuskate) wrote in smash_logs2012-04-24 10:23 pm
the new baddest bitch in the game. [open!]
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.
----------------------
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!! ]]
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.
----------------------
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!! ]]
Re: Creamy chest fluff. That's the best description ever.
Shadow took a leap backwards in a flourishing back-flip, landing neatly on shiny, sturdy air shoes. His inhibitor rings gave off a soft shine, their power to keep his abilities at bay at work.
"If you are looking to intimidate me, Shadow, the Ultimate Lifeform... you're already fighting a losing battle!"
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But when the thing announced its name, Shadow had to raise an eyebrow. Oh. Another person who adopted that name. That would make things confusing, to say the least.
"Your name is Shadow? How... creative."
my sleepy tags = strikeouts errywhere
emo moarAny other name wouldn't feel right to him.I mean, his prototype name was Terios. Really? That's just dumb.He gave a 'hmph' and flipped his head to the side, but with eyes still watching the assassin very carefully.
"Say what you will. I am... proud of who I am."
THIS IS WHO I AMMMM.no subject
"It seems we share the same name," he said.
Something about sharing a common name... A common past, almost. No, Shadow knew nothing of the hedgehog's past, but perhaps they were both born out of ashes. He sheathed his sword, then, in an acknowledgement of such. Maybe he wouldn't fight the guy. At least not if he wasn't getting paid.
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Shadow huffed and turned his head from him, quills no longer as bristled and ears twitching with curiosity. So this man shared his name. Interesting. It was all just a name, though. That was probably where the similarities ended, and the man was being... quite idiotic, to point it simply.
He wouldn't want to associate familiarity with this one, would he?
"That... means little to me."
Probably not.
He was wondering now, however...
Who is this man? Why is he here? What is his story?
Not that he would indulge himself or anything. That wasn't his business.