The ring deposits you all safely outside the base and seals up afterwards. Neo Metal Sonic doesn't chase after you, which is something of a mercy.
What's significantly less of a mercy is the sky - it's gone dark and ominously stormy, though the clouds spark not with lightning, but with that same green Chaos Energy you've been facing this entire fight. Worse still, there are now far, far too many robotic planes filling the sky - the Egg Fleet seems to go on endlessly, as far as you can see. Though perhaps it would be more accurate to call it the Neo Metal Sonic Fleet.
Sonic and friends arrive shortly, looking pretty banged up but otherwise still healthy enough to make it here, though they stare up at the sky with obvious concern.
"O...kay, this is definitely not what any of us were expecting."
"We will have to take the fight to them, it seems."
"Easier said than done, I'm afraid... I'm not sure how to pinpoint their leader's exact location to send you all with a ring..."
A jolt of green lightning flashes across the sky and Neo Metal Sonic's voice rings out.
"I expect to see you onboard my fleet in one week's time. That includes you, my loathsome copy."
It seems you don't really have much of a choice. For now, tend to your wounds and try to regroup; you've earned a break after today.
[Sonic just looks confused by that. Whomst the heck. Anyway, your colorful pals are here in case you want to check them over; they're thankfully not too badly injured and were mostly just knocked out. They'll be just fine on their own even without healing, but if you want to chat with them or heal them, you can!]
[ redd really writing that the furry children aren't going to get healed after everything that they've been through??? obviously there's more than three, so wolfwood will pick sonic, tails, and knuckles to heal if he's constrained to limits.
there are no words from wolfwood. just making sure that they're no longer injured to start off with. ]
Edited (WAIT SHADOW AND INFINITE AREN'T HERE... i believe.) 2025-03-02 01:14 (UTC)
[Sure enough, Viktor crashed both literally and figuratively the second they were relatively safe, lying on his back in a tangle of damaged and smoking metal sparking with blue magic.]
...Is anyone else seeing that, or am I malfunctioning?
[He's unsteady on his feet, but that doesn't stop him from going right over to Viktor as soon as he sees the man tilt over and hit the ground.]
Easy, easy my friend... [Kneeling down to take a better look at him - thank god he's been getting better practice with this telekinesis of his so that he feels he could try to do some damage control here.]
[Jinx got... Pretty roughed up on her way through the portal (2) so, she's just gonna. lay here on the ground, waiting for that natural healing to kick in. Ugh....]
Heeeey, guys. Just in time for the end of the world.
[ His shoulder's no longer bleeding, thanks to the mid-battle heal, but he's still got it wrapped up in some makeshift bandages. Just to be on the safe side.
And on that note... ] ... Might not have healing powers, but I can bandage you up, if y'need.
Well, after checking up on the kids, they're just going to sit down on the ground. Given that the last part of that was rough, it shouldn't be too hard for it to just seem because of last-minute injuries.
But, they're just going to sit here in quiet - even with all of the stormy and ominous aspects occurring or happening, they're just going to let everything sink instead. ]
[ More was also pretty damn brainwashed during what happened to Void Archives, but that doesn't mean he can't think about how messed up that was after the fact. ]
Are you alright, my friend? This was... rather personal.
[Even the chaos at the end there has not pushed all of the mind control out of Turo's mind. Especially Void Archives - he knows at least a bit of what it must have meant to them. He'll be quick to seek them out.]
[After being blasted by the lasers, Void Archives shielded Turo from any further damage, but he did certainly get hit! That black shirt he's been wearing since the party is half-burnt, and there's definitely a large smoking laser-crater in his back. Metal is visible there, black and pock-marked, and sparking wiring pokes out of one of his shoulder joints.
Honestly, it's still his best performance in any of these fights by far. Since everyone else seems to just be regrouping right here, he'll sit on the ground as well, craning his neck to try and see the damage.]
[ Between the various attempts to save him from imminent doom and the healing rain at the end, More is doing... alright. He's looking worse for wear and his clothes are a bloody mess, but the pain he's in is more like a full body ache than an imminent emergency.
So of course he comes to find Turo, as he always does, and sits beside him. After a short moment of hesitation, he'll place a hand on Turo's back, carefully avoiding the 'injury' itself, which he is also looking at with sad eyes. ]
[Well, uh. That sure was a lot, and unfortunately Raven didn't make it out unscathed. He's looking pretty worse for wear, especially after the adrenaline of his and Percy's bond power wears off. He should probably do something about this shrapnel sticking out of his midsection...
Once he gets tended to, he's just lounging around everyone with a drink in hand. He looks absolutely out of it, but he's okay.]
Phew, talk about a shocker... Does this mean that Neo Sonic guy has the real Eggman and Stone locked up somewhere?
[Given that he makes it out of the ring relatively unscathed, he's focusing his efforts on those that are in rougher shape.
Eventually, though, he makes himself scarce - back in the base in the bedroom he now occupies alone ever since Dorothy relocated. He's made rather quick use of the empty space - notes filled with calculations and apparent mathematics pinned up to the walls, drawings and designs of gearworks and mechanisms.
Vakama himself just stayed settled against his desk, one of his notebooks open to a random page of scattered writing, one of the masks from home turned over in one hand as he nurses his head with the other.]
[Oscar is considerably the worse for wear when he emerges from the ring, as is par for the course after these little events. There's nothing even remotely unusual about that.
However, where he'd normally be quite vocal about shrugging it off and insisting that he's fine, today he's just... silent, his expression unreadable. Rather than wait around for healing (because he knows Wolfwood is going to be overworked enough as it is), he instead opts to head outside for a smoke and an attempt to clear his head, to try to claw his thoughts back from paths they keep trying to stray down.
He doesn't actually light the cigarette, though. For some reason, he seems more focused on staring at the lighter in his hand as he just flicks it on and off, something distant in those green eyes.
You're probably going to have to speak up if you want to get his attention.]
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[DON'T SAY THAT SO BLITHELY????]
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there are no words from wolfwood. just making sure that they're no longer injured to start off with. ]
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Well. Dorothy will at least announce her presence first, but...]
Tails, dear? [...] ...I'm so glad you're okay.
[That's about all of the preamble he gets before he's getting pulled into a hug, if he's not uncomfortable. Ignore Dorothy tearing up a bit but...]
Have you had a chance to get healed?
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Tails especially will be getting attention from him, since it's been a long while since they've spoken.]
I'm grateful you're all still with us.
[It's obvious he was severely injured during the fight, but he's going to act like he wasn't. Pay no mind to the blood.]
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[ Not them, tho (tsun) ]
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Hey... I'm glad you guys seem okay. Can I... I've got a question, about something that happened while we were fighting...Eggman?
[ should he be mecha eggman or like- ]
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...Is anyone else seeing that, or am I malfunctioning?
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[Thaaaaat's bad, isn't it?]
...Are you going to be alright? Do you need me to bring you to Sir Wolfwood?
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Easy, easy my friend... [Kneeling down to take a better look at him - thank god he's been getting better practice with this telekinesis of his so that he feels he could try to do some damage control here.]
It's not just you. How are you feeling?
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The freaky amount of airships in the sky?
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[Turo's eyes keep darting towards the fleet as well, even as he comes to help look over Viktor's damage.]
Is there anything I can help with? I have a small kit here.
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[Both are true.]
You don't look so good, Mr. Viktor. Can I help?
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[Says the man positively covered in blood--]
I dunno the first thing about tryin' to fix that kind of stuff, but if there's anything you need, I'll go get it for you.
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Heeeey, guys. Just in time for the end of the world.
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[ sits down next to the roomie! ]
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[ His shoulder's no longer bleeding, thanks to the mid-battle heal, but he's still got it wrapped up in some makeshift bandages. Just to be on the safe side.
And on that note... ] ... Might not have healing powers, but I can bandage you up, if y'need.
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Well, after checking up on the kids, they're just going to sit down on the ground. Given that the last part of that was rough, it shouldn't be too hard for it to just seem because of last-minute injuries.
But, they're just going to sit here in quiet - even with all of the stormy and ominous aspects occurring or happening, they're just going to let everything sink instead. ]
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Are you alright, my friend? This was... rather personal.
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...I'm sorry that happened to you.
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Honestly, it's still his best performance in any of these fights by far. Since everyone else seems to just be regrouping right here, he'll sit on the ground as well, craning his neck to try and see the damage.]
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So of course he comes to find Turo, as he always does, and sits beside him. After a short moment of hesitation, he'll place a hand on Turo's back, carefully avoiding the 'injury' itself, which he is also looking at with sad eyes. ]
Would you like me to spin another tale about you?
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Once he gets tended to, he's just lounging around everyone with a drink in hand. He looks absolutely out of it, but he's okay.]
Phew, talk about a shocker... Does this mean that Neo Sonic guy has the real Eggman and Stone locked up somewhere?
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So how exactly do we handle this?
[WHY AREN'T ANY OF US HEALERS???]
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Eventually, though, he makes himself scarce - back in the base in the bedroom he now occupies alone ever since Dorothy relocated. He's made rather quick use of the empty space - notes filled with calculations and apparent mathematics pinned up to the walls, drawings and designs of gearworks and mechanisms.
Vakama himself just stayed settled against his desk, one of his notebooks open to a random page of scattered writing, one of the masks from home turned over in one hand as he nurses his head with the other.]
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However, where he'd normally be quite vocal about shrugging it off and insisting that he's fine, today he's just... silent, his expression unreadable. Rather than wait around for healing (because he knows Wolfwood is going to be overworked enough as it is), he instead opts to head outside for a smoke and an attempt to clear his head, to try to claw his thoughts back from paths they keep trying to stray down.
He doesn't actually light the cigarette, though. For some reason, he seems more focused on staring at the lighter in his hand as he just flicks it on and off, something distant in those green eyes.
You're probably going to have to speak up if you want to get his attention.]
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...It feels so strange to see Oscar this pensive after 7 weeks of being his roommate. ]
Big Bro?
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hello :)
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