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So. That could have gone better!

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!

Rest and regroup; you've earned a break.

NAVIGATION

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cw mild gore??

[plushes]

[ ...That sucked. Wow, did that suck. His body begins returning to its normal state as Turo's power on him fades. With that comes a lot of pain, because his forearm sure is bleeding from having, well, claws pierce right through it from one side to the other, and it is not a pretty sight! ]

...Oh. Uh.

[ That's. That's fine – no, no it's not actually, because he is promptly going to faint and collapse...somewhere on the battlefield! Yay, haha, yay!!! ]

[crosswired]

[He's got one arm around Dorothy and the other gripping to brace against Viktor as the explosion passes, shielded from the blast. But Dorothy's still unresponsive, and plenty of people are hurt besides...

Though Vakama has some pretty noticable crush damage to various parts of his exterior and is favoring one of his legs, as soon as he's found a safe place to put Dorothy he is making his rounds to try and get everyone else back up on their feet, or help with the health checks besides.

When the immediate triage of their own is done, he will be carrying Dorothy back to the base, before immediately turning around and setting back out. There were civilians in those buildings, and he is not sitting by without a second pass.]

[ungratefuloz]

[It takes a little while for Dorothy to come back into herself. Thankfully, being protected means that Dorothy hasn't suffered too much from the explosion, and it might make repairs easier on her for the time being since she does have to go get herself checked out...

But once Dorothy wakes, she's up like a shot, practically frantic as she looks around her room, before rapidly trying to exit it and find anyone she can--]

Are you--are you all alive?

[...Admittedly, once she confirms that, Dorothy is going to the sparring room to take the edge off of everything she's dealt with today. Dorothy's got a multitude of targets out, and she seems to be aiming shot after shot after shot after shot at them, brutally on the offensive and...

Very, very stressed, but she's managing. Through great violence.]

[guffawsungraciously]

[ugh. at least he got healed by wolfwood and void. but he kind of stays put and rolls over with a groan... more out of embarrassment than injury, at this point. he got juggled by explosions even though he's supposed to be a dodge tank.]

...with all that dealt with, will we be able to sleep properly, I wonder, or will that rat find another way to assault our minds...

[...just give him a minute, he'll pull himself up eventually...

unfortunately he will not be available when they get back to the base because he's going the fuck to bed.]

cw minor robot gore

[hexalding]

[Once everything had settled(?) and they returned to base, Viktor pretty much immediately gave out and dropped to sit down on the first chair, desk, or serviceable flat surface within sight. The earlier hits sustained were something he elected to ignore, a wound in his side deep enough to reveal a hollow shell giving off faint wisps of smoke and tiny blue sparks.]

If anyone is in need of immediate repair- [Stress and pain caused tired words to hitch with a reverberation of grinding steel.] -please just come over here. I am not willing or able to chase anyone down today, neither do I wish to argue the necessity.

[He probably wouldn't go too far for the rest of the night unless someone actively dragged him back to his room, honestly.]

[tworo]

[The last heal hits him while he's still lying on the ground. When Turo rises, he's actually in surprisingly good shape. It must all have been someone's Shard power, but frankly he has no idea who the healers are, so he's not sure who to thank.

It seems like everything's over now. He glances around, and joins any triage efforts, moving to check on anyone who's still injured.]

Are you alright?

[He can help move them to wherever we're putting the injured, if needed!

After that, he walks off by himself to check some nearby buildings for any civilian casualties. He's not the only one doing this, he sees, and he deliberately tries to select buildings that no one else is already searching, but there's a lot going on so he may have doubled up by mistake. Rip.

After that, he just sort of...slips away from the back of the group heading back to base, if he was ever even part of that group at all. Turo doesn't want to be stuck in that building right now. He doesn't want to be among these people. For so long, he'd wanted to be among people more than anything else, but now all he can feel when he thinks about it is the sharp edges of his own shame, ice creeping through his coolant system. He's not one of them. He's not even useful to them. What good is a machine that isn't even useful?

He'll just go for a bit of a walk around the city. He's already learned how to move here - quick, subtle as you can, keep to cover. It doesn't take much active effort anymore. It's good, because he's finding it hard to focus...his hand comes up to rub at his jaw, almost unconsciously.

Eventually, of course, he is required to return to base. If he can, he'll wait for it to get dark first, so he can come and go under cover of night. He goes back to the room he shares with Gyles, then to the kitchen, and then to the first empty room he finds, where he sits down with a knife and a zucchini and feeds zucchini slices to oh my god where did he get that squirrel - ]

[mightsnap]

[ Wednesday is... well, first there's her wounds to worry about - she may not be a lover, but more than that she is definitely not a fighter, which makes her a secret third thing - but once she's put on some... very accurately-done military-style bandages where a sharp robot slammed into her a few times, now that it's mostly cosmetic damage, and changed into fresh clothes, she's taking her typewriter to the common area and just. Plugging away once again. Also once again she has a full mug of espresso next to her, because she's insane. She might be here a while. ]