With Mecha Sonic, Robo Knuckles, and Tails Doll defeated, you've successfully kept Chicago safe, and dealt a blow to Eggman's forces. Still, there's a lot that's left unexplained. Who was that mysterious voice? Why did these robots look so different from the ones you've seen before now? Why didn't Sonic and friends recognize them? There's no answers to your questions today, unfortunately.
You'll be escorted home by the trio after everyone's picked themselves up, healed off the damage, and had a moment to recover. Feel free to play out the immediate aftermath and/or the return to the base in this post!
[It is, isn't it...? The thing that always kept him tied to the time machine was the Tera crystals. But now he's away from them, and somehow he's still alive. If it stays like that...]
...I...don't even know what I would want to do.
[This is a good thing! He knows he sounds - ungrateful, or something, probably. But he's never had any real freedom of choice before, and now that he does...what's he supposed to do with it?]
You have time to give it due consideration. For now, we are obliged to help out Sonic, our liberator, and it will keep us busy.
[ There's conflicting emotions inside of More when he thinks of that. For one, he feels guilty for his own uselessness. His spot on the team would have been better served by being given to somebody else. On the other hand, he's glad that they have a mission to focus on, before he has to make decisions about his own existence and where to go from here. There's someone at home whom he owes support, but is that enough to voluntarily go back to his prison?
Somewhere in this conversation, More has grown tired of holding his ice bag up, so it's now resting in his lap, cold and kind of wet. He looks down on it. ]
... very busy, and worse, if today was anything to go by.
[ There are black and blue bruises all over his body, hidden nicely under his clothes, and he's still mildly dizzy from that hit to the head, but... it's fine, right? Others had it a lot worse. And the worst of the worst was healed up. His chest may be in bandages, but the depth of the Mecha Sonic cut has reduced to a mere uncomfortable scrape. ]
I was ill-prepared for a real confrontation with the enemy.
[A ready admission; he's hardly a combatant. His poor performance was fairly obvious to everyone. But that is not his focus.]
I am sure the healers could do something for it. Triage happened hours ago, I don't think you need to worry about taking their attention from someone else anymore.
[Straightening a bit and turning his body more fully towards More.]
Is it your chest still, or something else?
[He saw that he was injured there earlier, when he was still trying to help gather people up for the healers, but he'd rather thought it must have been resolved. Their powers did a wonder for him, after all.]
[ A part of More is touched about the apparent concern, but a larger part of him simply feels shame for how badly he performed today. ]
The chest injury has healed up except for shallow scabs, it itches more than it hurts now. The healing magic here is really quite astounding. It is a rare art, even in my world.
[ ... but maybe he shouldn't descend into nerdery as a deflection tactic. ]
... I was hit with quite a few pieces of debris flying through the field. I may have to sleep off some... residual dizziness from that ordeal.
[Granted, Turo wasn't a medical doctor, and Turo (AI) hasn't learned or been programmed with the knowledge since. But he's always known humans are far more fragile than himself, and he didn't come out of that fight too well either.]
I'm not sure you ought to be sleeping without some kind of observation. Not if you might have a concussion...
[He leans forward to peer closely at him, and also quite possibly opens WebMD in a separate tab of like, his brain.]
[ Euchronia has a concept of a concussion as an effect of a heavy shaking of the brain, but the modern conception of what to watch out for afterwards is foreign to More... so he's a little bit startled by this amount of attention, help. ]
I shouldn't...? Then maybe I will attempt to remain awake for the rest of the night. I could busy myself with my reading, but I am not certain I'd be able to focus my brain in this state...
[Fortunately it only lasts a second or two, before Turo decides that it isn't working. He'd need to get more in More's face to really judge his pupils, which is...honestly just not something he feels comfortable doing. He'd do it anyway if he thought there was significant risk, but he's seemed pretty normal this entire conversation, at least.]
If...it is not too presumptuous, I do not mind keeping an eye on you. It is not really necessary for me to shut down every night.
Normally, More tries to avoid sleep as much as possible. There is much to see and study in this world and sleep is only taking precious time that could be spent learning or socializing. But after today? His whole body aches and he is fatigued to the core. It would prove stressful and difficult to stay awake all night in such conditions.
So... ]
You are truly gracious, far beyond mere common decency. I... would be grateful to have you watching over me. If opportunity arises, I hope you will allow me to take care of you in kind.
[He's not sure it really is that far beyond common decency. He's also not sure he should accept the counter-offer. It just...doesn't feel right, having someone offer him help that way.
But that's how a team is supposed to function, is it not? That's how people, in general, are supposed to function. He should at least try.]
You should tell me if you made any progress with this little fellow, when I wake up.
[ The squirrel is, for the record, still adorable. Even in its dazed state. It's a good squirrel.
And though maybe there are things he should be taking care of before just laying down, the offer of being watched over has taken the last push of adrenaline out of More's system. He tries to stifle a yawn behind a raised hand. And then decides to give up and just curl up on one of the other couches in the room. ]
[His friend? Turo's surprised enough to hesitate a moment.]
...goodnight. Sleep well.
[He really must have been tired! Turo rises after a moment and goes to sit on one of the couches nearer to More's, where he can keep an eye on him. The squirrel comes along, naturally. He doubts there will be any change in it so quickly, but he can easily look after both of them at the same time.]
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...I...don't even know what I would want to do.
[This is a good thing! He knows he sounds - ungrateful, or something, probably. But he's never had any real freedom of choice before, and now that he does...what's he supposed to do with it?]
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[ There's conflicting emotions inside of More when he thinks of that. For one, he feels guilty for his own uselessness. His spot on the team would have been better served by being given to somebody else. On the other hand, he's glad that they have a mission to focus on, before he has to make decisions about his own existence and where to go from here. There's someone at home whom he owes support, but is that enough to voluntarily go back to his prison?
Somewhere in this conversation, More has grown tired of holding his ice bag up, so it's now resting in his lap, cold and kind of wet. He looks down on it. ]
... very busy, and worse, if today was anything to go by.
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[He shakes his head sharply. Of course, he's getting ahead of himself. He's not exactly done serving other peoples' ends yet.
(That's not fair. What's happening here is wrong, and they need help - and he did agree. He just...it's not like he really had much choice, is it?)
The movement attracts his attention to the ice, anyway.]
...you are not still injured, are you?
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[ There are black and blue bruises all over his body, hidden nicely under his clothes, and he's still mildly dizzy from that hit to the head, but... it's fine, right? Others had it a lot worse. And the worst of the worst was healed up. His chest may be in bandages, but the depth of the Mecha Sonic cut has reduced to a mere uncomfortable scrape. ]
I was ill-prepared for a real confrontation with the enemy.
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[A ready admission; he's hardly a combatant. His poor performance was fairly obvious to everyone. But that is not his focus.]
I am sure the healers could do something for it. Triage happened hours ago, I don't think you need to worry about taking their attention from someone else anymore.
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[ More than More, certainly. It's not like he did anything of any use today. ]
These injuries pose no danger to me, all I need is rest.
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Is it your chest still, or something else?
[He saw that he was injured there earlier, when he was still trying to help gather people up for the healers, but he'd rather thought it must have been resolved. Their powers did a wonder for him, after all.]
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The chest injury has healed up except for shallow scabs, it itches more than it hurts now. The healing magic here is really quite astounding. It is a rare art, even in my world.
[ ... but maybe he shouldn't descend into nerdery as a deflection tactic. ]
... I was hit with quite a few pieces of debris flying through the field. I may have to sleep off some... residual dizziness from that ordeal.
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I did not lose consciousness! It should be fine.
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[Granted, Turo wasn't a medical doctor, and Turo (AI) hasn't learned or been programmed with the knowledge since. But he's always known humans are far more fragile than himself, and he didn't come out of that fight too well either.]
I'm not sure you ought to be sleeping without some kind of observation. Not if you might have a concussion...
[He leans forward to peer closely at him, and also quite possibly opens WebMD in a separate tab of like, his brain.]
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I shouldn't...? Then maybe I will attempt to remain awake for the rest of the night. I could busy myself with my reading, but I am not certain I'd be able to focus my brain in this state...
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If...it is not too presumptuous, I do not mind keeping an eye on you. It is not really necessary for me to shut down every night.
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Normally, More tries to avoid sleep as much as possible. There is much to see and study in this world and sleep is only taking precious time that could be spent learning or socializing. But after today? His whole body aches and he is fatigued to the core. It would prove stressful and difficult to stay awake all night in such conditions.
So... ]
You are truly gracious, far beyond mere common decency. I... would be grateful to have you watching over me. If opportunity arises, I hope you will allow me to take care of you in kind.
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But that's how a team is supposed to function, is it not? That's how people, in general, are supposed to function. He should at least try.]
...of course. Think nothing of it, really.
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[ The squirrel is, for the record, still adorable. Even in its dazed state. It's a good squirrel.
And though maybe there are things he should be taking care of before just laying down, the offer of being watched over has taken the last push of adrenaline out of More's system. He tries to stifle a yawn behind a raised hand. And then decides to give up and just curl up on one of the other couches in the room. ]
Goodnight, my friend.
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...goodnight. Sleep well.
[He really must have been tired! Turo rises after a moment and goes to sit on one of the couches nearer to More's, where he can keep an eye on him. The squirrel comes along, naturally. He doubts there will be any change in it so quickly, but he can easily look after both of them at the same time.]