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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.

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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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As the spheres took to the ground, the noise alone made Sonic take a hop worth two or three paces back, spikes and tail sprung in attention. His arms and legs were tense with the prospect of getting the hell outta there if need be.

"Ohhoh.." He exhaled, a weak smile staggering on his lips. Yeah, he didn't want anywhere near those things. "Does it wear off?" He wanted to know exactly how cautious he had to be here. There was a burdening curiosity on his shoulder blades, but not if it came with permanence.

"Does it look like I would know if I have just used them?" Shadow snapped, scooping the balls up into the bag, nearly dropping them at first. ~~oops drawpped mah bawls~~ He handled them with care, unsure of what would happen given the wrong touch or thought.

"If they wear off, I can only find out with time, or --"

POOF.

Apparently, he'd handled one of the blue balls incorrectly, for in a flash, where Shadow stood, there was a mound of 2/3rds clothes, 1/3rds black hedgehog.

1/3rds of a very grumpy, very buried hedgehog, whose head popped out of the collar of the shirt with a sharp look to his gaze.

"..." He narrowed his eyes and flickered his gaze down on himself. Yep. Perfectly normal.

"There is your answer."

"Pfft--" Sonic slapped a hand over his mouth. Be good, boy.

His arm fell into an idle swing beside him, posture now relaxed. So... touch it oncee, change into a human. Touch again, you change back. Now Sonic held a piqued interest.

He approached the clothes mound, reaching a finger in to pull out on the loose articles. He tried to get a gander at how many hedgehogs he could fit in there.

"Back to normal," he announced like a doctor calling a newborn's gender. But he had to ask the universe, "What purpose do those even serve?"

"It's obvious," Shadow stated, trying to pull himself out of the pile. It was easy to get out after the shirt was pulled off of his own head, at least. He stepped back into the grass, gloveless and shoeless still. At least his shoes were still in decent enough condition...

"Not all creatures who come here are able to speak, let alone perform humanly tasks," he continued, heading over for his air shoes and slipping them back on. "Therefore, they need some way to be able to... adapt."

He gestured to the balls. That's where those come in!

"Oh...

"So that's why you need them."

Stare.

"That was not the implication."

That's okay, though. Two can play at the jabbing game.

"... and being that we're so similar, faker, you would need them as much as I would, if that were the case."

A-HA!

REALLY, SHADOW.

"Ohh, is the Ultimate Lifeform suggesting the blue hedgehog is on par with him?"

Though Sonic didn't believe for a second that Shadow was better than him, it was still very amusing.

"That was not my implication either."

This is the face of someone with SUPER LACK OF AMUSEMENT.

"I am combating your logic. You are the one who suggests we are on par. I do not."

Shadow huffed. Sheesh. OF ALL THE NERVE.

Sonic shook his head, keeping his chuckles just under his breath. This was going to be his favorite activity in this universe, he swore.

Well, next to his plans for the double-faker in front of him.

"Well," Sonic said, volume perked up in announcement. The Sandbags seemed to be paying attention again. Man, were they weird or what? His ear flicked as if he heard them whispering, then continued. "You're right. We're not on par." Did he even need to add this last bit? "I wouldn't need those things like you do."

Sonic turned his back to Shadow, hands on his hips and staring upward at nothing. Not even two seconds pass before he's peering over his shoulder with a haughty grin.

Shadow's teeth peered through his lips, suppressed anger finally building up to the point of action. He rushed forward, skating swiftly along the grass, and headed right towards Sonic, which resulted in him doing

WHEN DID A SANDBAG FUCKING GET THERE.

He skidded to a halt and stared in bewilderment. That Sandbag wasn't there a second ago, but then there it was, falling down and plopping right in-between both hedgehogs, giving them a really... sad look.

MAKE LOVE, NOT WAR, says the Sandbags. Well, at least, they would, if they could talk.

"... What."

Sonic turned himself around to witness this. At first he was shocked by the display, but as he peered at the defending Sandbag, then the many others around them, he threw up a sudden laugh.

"Alright! I like these guys. They've got the right idea!"

HOW DOES HE EVEN KNOW--

Best not to ask, actually.

"Yes, you've garnered the attention of sandbags with eyes. Truly you are the real Ultimate Lifeform."

Face. Palm.

"... Considering their purpose, I see no reason why they are running to your defense," he decided, even though they kind of couldn't... 'run' to anyone's defenses. "They are made for violence. Seeking peace is illogical for them."

At that point, one rolled up to Shadow's feet. Hey, man, don't be hatin'.

"That's true..." Sonic mused on this for a moment, but much to his nature, he was willing to see another side to it.

"But they're also used to keep violence at bay," Sonic started, walking over to his savior to help it upright. "They take the damage so someone won't hurt innocent people out of frustration." Sonic's eyebrows flew up as if the words out of his mouth had only just occurred to him. "Little heroes in your own way, aren't ya, fellas?"

"... Tch," was the only response Sonic was going to immediately get. Shadow glanced over to the Sandbag, now wiggling a little with glee. It seemed so happy, as did Sonic.

He was probably the only grump in the entire stadium.

Whatever.

"Valid point," he admitted, yet he kept looking away from Sonic and towards the jiggly little Sandbag. "Hmph. Such an optimist..."

"The only way to live," Sonic responded, having heard him just fine. He rubbed his hand on top of the bag and let the laughter roll out. Befriending Sandbags. Leave it to Sonic the Hedgehog to manage that one.

He turned his attention toward the humanizer thingymajiggers and cocked his head. Maybe someday...

Ah, right. "How did it feel, anyway?"

The clear description for Shadow was powerless. He felt powerless, vulnerable, lacking the energy he knew built up inside of him. It's like that human form took away what made him the Ultimate Lifeform, and that was... bad.

He wasn't about to admit that to Sonic, of all people, so he improvised with a soft snort that, coming from him, seemed somewhat dignified.

"Irritating. The human body would take getting used to. I have no need for that."

"Well, that sounds like anything."

But he got the impression of what Shadow meant. A new body and all its adjustments would mean adaptation, and adaptation meant impairment, whether for good or temporarily.

It reminded him of his time as the Werehog. He was without his speed and if not for being a powerhouse, he would have felt consistenty crippled and threatened. He had been grateful that body made up for what he lacked, but he didn't like it any better because of it.

Neither Shadow would know of this particular experience, however.

"I follow ya," he added after blinking through those memories. "I guess hold onto the clothes for next time you find yourself naked in a stadium."

He let go of the Sandbag he had been leaning on and tapped his toes into the ground. He looked about ready to bolt out of there.

"I'll do that."

Shadow walked over to the bag and, very, VERY carefully, he used the thick coat to scoop a ball up. It worked in preventing transformation. Good. He'd prefer to change in the safe, private vicinity of his own room.

"I will need to research these extensively. In the meantime..."

He peeked back over to Sonic over his shoulder. Was that a smirk on his tanned muzzle?

"Consider this for yourself. You may need it."

Sonic shot a glance right back. He was rather curious how being in a human body felt. He had seen some pretty fast humans before, though how fast was relative when Sonic was in discussion. He supposed for their species, some of them were quick. He had seen them do some sweet moves, too, flipping off walls and hurdling over gates and walls as if ghosts bursting through to the other side, so they weren't completely incapable of agility and clever maneuvers.

Still... He wasn't sure what would happen, but that was the adventure, wasn't it?

" 'Need'? No. Wanna?" He shrugged and allowed a guilty grin to slip in and admit his interests. "Maybe."

It was always about what Sonic wanted to do, not so much what he had to do, at least in Shadow's eyes. Typical. He always seemed to treat life like it was a bunch of fun and games.

He was always so happy and positive. Why? Why when the world was so... negative? When mankind only stole away the good for the evil to feast on?

... Whatever. Not his problem.

Shadow gave nothing more than a nod of acknowledgement. He began to walk towards the other hedgehog, only to walk behind and away from him, shoulders brushing briefly.

"Hn. I'll be going then. One day... we will see how much you 'won't need' it."

He stopped for a moment, but he didn't look back to him. He muttered something hardly audible, but if Sonic listened closely, it might sound similar to a 'thank you'.

He could grant him that much. Maybe.

He didn't look back.

He said nothing, but he had heard him.

Sonic felt a strange ease overcome him with only an unseen smile to communicate as much. There'd be no way he could work the emotion into words without maiming it, so he could only settle for his actions, golden heart a compass on his journey there.

He gave the motionless Sandbags a wave goodbye and broke into a light jog (i.e. a sprint to the rest of the world), consideration of the human body stored in the back of his mind for when that day should arrive.

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