Between the mysteries of last weekend, the increasing number of visions and unexplained phenomena, and the attack on Vakama yesterday, everyone is likely on edge. When Tails calls you into his lab around noon, you all are likely already aware of how this is going to go.
Once again, a surge of Chaos Energy in the city is what draws you in, though this time it is a much larger burst than before. Sonic and Knuckles are here with you as usual, with Tails remaining behind to look after Vakama and the base. Unlike before, you aren't met with robots or destruction. In fact, this city block looks remarkably peaceful, aside from where Eggman's chroma has overtaken most of the buildings.
"So good of you all to finally arrive."
The voice comes from up above. You recognize it as the one you heard last week, through that gemstone the Tails Doll had. Perched on one of the buildings is a... fox? No, he's larger than Tails, and wearing a large silver mask that obscures most of his features. In one hand he holds Vakama's missing mask; his other is extended with six gemstones floating around it, a soft teal glow from beneath his black glove marking the seventh. There's a different gemstone on the center of his chest as well, though it doesn't look like the fake Chaos Emeralds you've seen before.
"You all have the pleasure of fighting me, Infinite. I am the Doctor's trusted ally... and I have been watching you all. Your struggles with my nightmares and illusions were so... delicious. You have my thanks for the show."
He kicks off the building, floating towards you all and the ground, though stopping high enough up, still out of reach. And for those of you getting any bright ideas, a deep red begins to fill your vision, tinting the corners of it as the very world itself begins to warp around you - this isn't exactly Chicago anymore, you see. The buildings still exist, wrapped in white chroma, though they bend and twist in ways they shouldn't, making it hard to tell what's real and what isn't.
"I'll snuff out your lives here and now for the Doctor's ambitions! Let's see what you're made of!"
[Jinx finds herself back in that twisted version of Chicago. Your friends are fighting their illusions as well, struggling to put an end to this.
But you aren't alone with them - Isha is here too. She's warped by Jinx's nightmares in whatever way you'd like... and she's ready to throw down.
She does this by way of tossing something toward Jinx, which immediately causes an explosion. Did you think I was done with explosions? Of course I'm not.]
[It's hard, seeing the way Isha looks at her now. It almost makes her falter before explosive force knocks her into a roll and kicks that survival instinct into overdrive.
In a quick motion, she's wrapped round her minigun before tumbling into a kneeling position with the business end - the rocket launcher, slung over her shoulder. Aiming.... at the kid.
No good way of putting it: she falters, her aim swinging wide as a rocket releases and strikes the area a ways behind the fake Isha.]
[This does not stop Isha. After all, she isn't the real one, and has no heartstrings to be tugged on by such an act of restraint. Instead, she flings another explosive at Jinx.]
[It lands nearby, setting the air ablaze, kicking up dust and sparks in Jinx's eyes. This wasn't what Isha was; so careless and brutal with her explosives. Isha loved colours, and making a scene. A kid after her own heart. This... this was an insult.
That steels Jinx's composure. She exhales and readies the trigger. Her hands don't shake as badly this time. Now, her target's locked and she lets another rocket fly.]
Isha tries to dodge, but it's too little, too late. She's caught in the blast. Her form flickers, but it isn't long before it gives up entirely, exploding into a burst of her own - red, glitchy effects slowly fading away as they float upwards.]
[It's an image that won't disappear from her mind's eye for a while. But it's over now. Jinx lets out a little breath, despite herself, almost laughing.
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But you aren't alone with them - Isha is here too. She's warped by Jinx's nightmares in whatever way you'd like... and she's ready to throw down.
She does this by way of tossing something toward Jinx, which immediately causes an explosion. Did you think I was done with explosions? Of course I'm not.]
Roll: 3
In a quick motion, she's wrapped round her minigun before tumbling into a kneeling position with the business end - the rocket launcher, slung over her shoulder. Aiming.... at the kid.
No good way of putting it: she falters, her aim swinging wide as a rocket releases and strikes the area a ways behind the fake Isha.]
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That steels Jinx's composure. She exhales and readies the trigger. Her hands don't shake as badly this time. Now, her target's locked and she lets another rocket fly.]
CLEAR
Isha tries to dodge, but it's too little, too late. She's caught in the blast. Her form flickers, but it isn't long before it gives up entirely, exploding into a burst of her own - red, glitchy effects slowly fading away as they float upwards.]
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It's not done though. Never done. Never done.]
I'm going to KILL THAT FURBALL!