Your defeat of "Eggman" has come at a high cost, namely the Egg Fleet in the skies and the looming threat of Neo Metal Sonic. He gave you a week to prepare; best use it wisely.
THE CITY
The massive robot on the horizon is no more - it looks like Neo Metal Sonic truly did rip the whole thing up. If you head back out there, you'll find that there are still pieces of it, and plenty of scrap left behind, but not nearly as much as one would expect.
More pressingly, there are far more robots present than even before. While you recognize all of them at this point, they're all patrolling in larger groups and will once again drop everything to attack you. Definitely don't head into the city alone for any reason, and always be prepared for an ambush. These robots are absolutely determined to kill you.
It seems that the white chroma that has spread throughout the city has reached a standstill - there isn't any more of is present than there was last week, but it hasn't receded any either. Strangely enough, it seems like the animals in the city are feeling more lively than before, though not quite back to their usual levels of being.
THE BASE
The new base is coming along nicely, and should be more or less furnished as needed by now. Still, with more and more robots coming around, you may find groups of them straying toward the base. You can't let them find it and report back to Neo Metal Sonic, so please take care of them! This is also the perfect time to practice with your shardbond powers...
You may also want to start thinking of the future as well. While it certainly isn't a sure thing, Sonic and friends have made it clear that this should be the final battle, that taking out Neo Metal Sonic should be the end of it and that you all will get to go home soon. Or if not home, then to wherever - and whenever - you'd like! Your future is up to you, though you're certainly welcome to stay here in Chicago, if you have nowhere else you want to go. May as well start thinking about what you'd like to bring back with you, or where you'd like to go.
But maybe don't get too caught up on that, as you still do have a battle to win, after all.
SHARDS
Your shard powers are fully unlocked, and with them comes a mastery of your shardbond powers as well. You really have reached the end with what you can do with these bonds - so now it's time to put them to the test.
Knuckles wants you all to practice forming even larger shardbonds and maintaining them for as long as possible - ideally you'll be able to work up to a seven person bond, as that should grant you the full extent of your power. No one knows what exactly will happen when you can achieve that... So you'd better get to work, as it may be very helpful for the final fight.
Those of you with the same color shards have mostly been able to bolster each others' powers rather than actively forming a bond, but now that you're at the very end, that's changed - shards of the same color can now activate each others' powers as well as their own! So for example, Yeager can shoot water like Dorothy, or Dorothy can draw aggro and take reduced damage like Yeager. You can utilize the others' powers alongside your own just as long as the other shard is in the same vicinity!
TAILS' TASKS
As always, rings are incredibly important, and you should collect them, especially if you'd like to bring some home with you so you can travel back to Chicago at any point, or jump to your friends' worlds. Go forth and find those obnoxiously-placed rings!
There's also Knuckles' daily lessons on shardbonds; he'll be overseeing you all while you practice to make sure that everything's going well, though you don't really need his help at this point. Activating a bond with six other shards is the goal, but every single extra shard you can add to the mix is important.
Finally, Tails is working on a teleporter that will jump you guys right up onto the ships above... but he's still fine-tuning it. Turns out that finding the right ship is a bit easier said than done. If you want to help, you can take the jump to test it! You'll be given a ring so you can get back immediately - but if you get the wrong ship, you can stay to clear out the robots. Doing so will net you experience with your shards and bonds, as well as at minimum ten rings. So really, it's a win/win unless you hate fighting.
ENEMIES
The enemies you face this week are the same as the ones you've faced in previous weeks. There are no new robots to fight, though you'll start finding knock-offs of Mecha Sonic, Robo Knuckles, and Tails Doll hanging around in the city as well. Which yes, means you can (and will) get many more rocks at you. Have fun!
[As always, your colorful friends are hard at work on their own individual tasks. Sonic is out and about in the city, collecting rings and smashing robots, and he'll gladly assist whenever he sees you doing either. Knuckles remains at the base, helping you all prepare with your shardbonds for the final battle. And Tails is yet again hard at work in his new lab, preparing a teleporter using those blueprints you all snagged several weeks ago from the base you found Knuckles in. Things are going about as well as they can for the three of them.
You're also welcome to take a ring to visit Shadow and Infinite, who remain in the Void. Surprisingly, Infinite seems to have chilled out the tiniest bit... in that he won't be actively trying to kill Shadow whenever you appear. It seems Shadow also didn't break any of his bones which is. nice? Sure. They're aware of your fight, as they did see it even from the Void.]
[lmao Turo is nothing if not extremely consistent with whatever he's earnestly decided is a friendship, he's visiting Infinite in the Void. He was against leaving him here in the first place, but ultimately got outvoted. He still feels a bit bad about that.]
[Potentially having one week to live probably should have frightened Viktor more than it did. There was a time when he would have lapsed into panicked desperation over the idea, which even now seemed like a more sensible reaction than what he felt now. Different than the way the Hexcore had deadened his emotions to ethereal blank calm, a little rest to recover had simply left Viktor focused, in the way of a mad scientist with a clear goal to accomplish and the work ethic to see it through.]
[This was not yet a lost cause. They had come out on the other side of every trial so far--not unscathed, but alive. Even if the chance of success was less than a single percent, it was not zero. If the probability were spread over a thousand timelines, he was sure this would be the one which was successful. It had to be, because it was the single known possibility that had already led to the right outcome once. The correct rune, the correct placement and timing and every single piece coming together in a wider picture that had resulted in a world pulled back from the brink.]
[It could happen twice. It had to happen twice.]
[So it was not with an overabundance of fear that Viktor (still heavily favoring his right leg and floating along on his hoverboard) accompanied whoever was heading into the city in search of supplies--the spare parts would come easily enough, with the more aggressive robots so thoughtfully coming straight to them. Very considerate. Either way, the non-machine resources Viktor sought out were as simple as raiding a few clothing stores--okay, that was probably a little closer to More's fashion sense than anyone would have expected from him, but he seemed unfazed.]
[As the days went on, one would be forgiven for assuming one of the lesser-used floors of the base was undergoing construction, which was exactly why it had been effectively overtaken--to minimize the annoyance of the sounds of drilling, hammering, the buzz of a laser used as a welding torch, and--maybe unexpectedly, the dull beat of the sort of music indicating one might be, as the saying goes, 'locked in'. Or just that they had very odd taste. Or both.]
[When Viktor finally emerged from his fit of mad science, it was with a newly crafted leg brace and a wholly different look, a repaired (albeit worse for wear) knee-high robot shuffling along behind him. The rest of the spare parts he took to Tails' laboratory along with his toolbox (helpfully carried by Blitzcrank), fully prepared to help construct the teleporter--that was definitely something he had experience with.]
[...And if anyone caught him along the way with an offer of combat training, for once he wasn't about to say no. But suggesting he do whatever he did that passed for 'sleep' at some point would be a good idea, too.]
[ There's nothing that Gyles particularly needs in the city - what he has is enough. His abilities, everyone's abilities, and their bonds will be enough - but it's hard to sit still for long. Which is how he's ended up here, alongside Viktor as they pick through the latest set of robots that tried (and failed) to come at them. ]
[Turo's been forced to mostly drop his old hobby of wandering Chicago. Ever since they got back, the patrolling robots are just too powerful to risk being caught out alone. Being trapped inside here is boring, though! He's quick to tag along if he sees anybody going outside. Before he never would have risked imposing on someone like that, and even now...it's easier with Viktor than a lot of people.
At least, it was fine while we were collecting scrap.]
[Lucifer has apparently gotten over his anger over the whole admitting genocide thing. Or, at least, outwardly enough to be willing to speak to Viktor again. Small mercies, because Lucifer genuinely likes the guy.]
I miss the days of being able to head out on my own.
[Said wistfully, in the tone that indicates he's trying to use humor to hide his own anxiety.]
[More robot parts means more options for fuel, and a large enough source means that Vakama can finally jerry-rig the closest thing to a steady contained heat source without smoking out the entire base or giving away their location. It's here that he finally seems fully in his element without hesitation, testing and shaping the unfamiliar alloys, a makeshift guard across his eyes as the pounding of the hammer echoes across the space. Melting down, reconstructing, the builder to craft that which the engineer could concoct within his mind.
Precise measurements are nothing new. So crafting the circular rings at just the right adjustment of circumference - that of Viktor's leg - takes up his afternoon, putting aside his hammer and yanking his faceplate up off his eyes to carefully pick up one of the largest of the tempered pieces to inspect it for damages. It would need plenty of adjustments under the finer tuning of Viktor's laser, of course, but structurally the base should hold...
The jointwork's around here somewhere... maybe Viktor took it to fiddle around with it some more, who knows. It's hard to keep track of what pieces migrate around. But he'll at least tuck away from his makeshift furnace to try and find wherever Viktor's tucked away. Might as well see if he could convince the man to take a break.]
["Locked in" indeed. Over the week, Jinx didn't show so much fear as a healthy amount of pep in her step. She was quieter, head down, darting from area to area. While Viktor worked, it was a safe bet Jinx was somewhere nearby, gravitating around his work with her own. A necessary and established alliance of Zaun kids.
After all, she often supplied the robot parts.
A moment's pause has Jinx rip her welding goggles off and run a hand through the creases of her eyes, with a general sound of annoyance.]
This'd be so much better with my old lab I destroyed.
[It's strange; all of these weeks ago, Dorothy had been paranoid at the prospect of working with these people. She had been fully prepared and ready to turn tail on these people the moment it became clear that working with them was simply not going to happen, to leave them all to their fate. Even later, she was under the assumption that she could do this all herself; that she didn't need people perceiving her so clearly, and that all it would do was fracture them.
More and more over these weeks, Dorothy has simply grown to care, and it's a strange feeling for someone who thought she was long incapable of it. She truly doesn't mind, though.
It's why you can absolutely see Dorothy at the forefront of most things this week; you can find her pacing the halls of the base and checking supplies, a clipboard in hand and her purple eyes blazing with determination as she keeps on top of everything they need. She's got something of a metaphorical shopping list in mind, and once she's got it finished, she will be looking for anyone willing to go on a nice big W*lmart run.]
Excuse me. I'd like to ask for your assistance in getting some items that we need outside; may I ask that you come along with me to ensure we get these all back in one piece?
[Of course, if you have anything she can add to this list, let her know! We may as well be comfortable as possible during this last week here, before our war is done.
That isn't to say Dorothy is going to be slacking on training any, at all. If anything, she's far more open to training with others, though she's still got a fairly hard time of actually...holding back a bit...but she is going to try this time around! Dorothy will gladly be assisting with anything relating to this, so please feel free to seek her out if you want to mess around with things.
Of course, Dorothy will also be testing the teleporter with anyone who wants to try and take on some robots; Dorothy's more than ready for anything to come, but she will be seeking out anyone who can help--]
Are you prepared to give this a go? There's no telling which ship we'll end up on, but know that I'll be alongside you and keep you safe. We'll get through this.
[Dorothy says it with so much confidence in her voice. It's quite the change from the false pleasantries of weeks prior.
...Of course, someone might want to convince Dorothy to not overdo it. Later in the week you might find Dorothy in whatever passes for their dining room, clipboard beside her as she seems to have fallen asleep at the table. No rest for the wicked, and yet here she is...]
Naturally. [casually drifting past on a hoverboard because he can't walk worth a damn right now] Lead the way, I would be only too happy to accompany you.
[ They've both changed quite a bit over these past two months. Which makes it almost funny, in a way, when he finds himself with the opportunity to help with inventory once again. He hears her pacing and pokes his head out from behind the cabinet he's riffling through. ]
Hey- add pain meds to the list. It's on mine, too, but wouldn't hurt to write it twice.
...Someone has been working quite a little bit too hard, hm?
[ Void Archives goes to fix some tea out of habit. They don't know much about Dorothy's preferences, unfortunately, but she came by to check in on them - even if it was out of obligation, they tend to never forget things like that. Especially since it was...a trying time for them on a big scale.
Anyway, they bring the chamomile over, settling on the table, before looking at the clipboard. What's on it? ]
[...so this is all coming to an end soon, isn't it? It's kind of strange to think about. Jasper just kind of beefed it during the fight... so he's going to take his frustrations out on some robots. He'll be hanging out around the entryway in case anyone's feeling like heading out on the town...]
Well, I would imagine you need a companion in the event that you become surrounded by the hordes of robots that are currently occupying the city.
[...or by the teleporter, where he's raring to go--particularly after hearing about learning about people getting a ton of rings for their trouble...]
I suppose either we are going to end this once and for all or, at the very least, reduce their forces. If you are up to it, I certainly am.
[...of course, that's hardly the only thing he's doing. The other thing he's doing is... staring into the distance, perhaps. He's fairly frequently at a table with a bunch of paper in front of him. There are also a trash can filled up with crumpled up papers next to him. He keeps trying to write something down, then... scratches it out, crumples the paper up, and tosses it with a frustrated sigh...
He's actually just a little better about not overworking himself than Certain Other People. He actually knows how to relax, and so after a day of fighting, he's indulging in a little bit of self-care by reading, watching movies, or just... napping. Napping is good, okay...]
[ Jasper is reading a book, and this means More's interest is immediately piqued. Disturbing someone while reading may be a little rude, but he thinks Jasper may forgive him for such insolence.
Thus, he joins him wherever it is that he's made himself comfortable. ]
[Turo has never been one to seek out a fight. Maybe if it were a Pokemon battle, but that world seems so far away just now. He's spent plenty of time training, though, and it seemed to have paid off in the last fight. He ought to graduate to training via actual battle, right...?]
...very well. Should we combine our powers as well? I'm trying to catalogue as many of those combinations as I can, since they seem so necessary now.
[This may well be their last week alive. As per usual, Turo doesn't quite know what to do with that. He spends most of his time in the base sitting near the windows, peering out at the fleet filling the sky. The Neo Metal Sonic fleet...]
Do you think he named himself "Neo Metal Sonic"?
[Probably not, right? It's not as though that's a real name. Maybe that's a point of commonality he could draw on? He's been trying to think of ways he might be able to empathize with, or at least reach out to, Neo Metal Sonic. It is most likely pointless. But Viktor was right; he ought to at least try to talk down this fellow robot, who seems so very similar to him in so many ways.
Sitting here seeing everything the other robot has accomplished, he cannot help but feel a little depressed. He hasn't really changed or evolved at all, has he? Of course he doesn't want to make an invasion fleet about it. He's not sure what that has to do with anything. But what is he doing wrong that he's found less independent drive and identity than an evil Sonic imitation?
Whatever. It's too late to worry about all of that now.
Out in the city outskirts, he's at least pleased to see that the animals seem to be more active! He'll spend as much time as he dares sitting and observing them.]
Look - there's a reptile!
[It's a small lizard on a tree. Turo hasn't seen regular-ass lizards before!
He is, of course, also training off and on throughout the week. He's happy to go out and find a couple of robots to fight with anyone! If you're someone he hasn't already linked with, though, he'll ask:]
Do you want to figure out what our powers do together? I'm trying to observe as many combinations as I can.
[ Void Archives halts in their step when they hear the question floated their way. ]
It can be equally possible he did or didn't~
Why do you ask?
[ They don't particularly care for the deeper aspects regarding the history of that enemy's name, though they suppose it is entirely possible knowing more might expose vulnerabilities in their opposition. Yet, they wonder what exactly is the motivation behind Turo's curiosity in the first place. ]
[ More is mostly sticking to the base these days, trying to use his voice to take down approaching drones like the world's weirdest security system, but he and Turo know better than anybody that it's no good to be locked up all the time.
So he's out here with Turo, delighted to be looking at animals. He's got a thermos with tea on him because... his voice....
Maybe he should also shut the fuck up to save it, but he cannot. ]
[ with everything that has been going on and everything that’s bound to happen, there’s a lot to focus on with only so much room to allow for personal error. there are a lot of thoughts about where things go after they’re done here—do they leave? do they stay? wolfwood's sure that some people here have more thoughts about certain things more than others. after everything that has happened with them, the motivation to see things entirely through is there, especially now that they have their true enemy.
honestly, wolfwood should be doing some of that thinking—some of that soul-searching—himself, but instead there’s something much more important to him. so, here you’ll find him throughout the week sitting besides a table with a small, white chapel resting on top of it. next to the chapel is a sign that will read:
SPECIAL: FREE CONFESSIONAL!
approach close enough to the chapel and he'll hold a hand out and gesture towards a very comfy armchair (that he absolutely stole) with a slight smile on his face. ]
Got somethin’ on yer mind? I don’t mind listenin’—might be the last time ya get to say anythin’.
[ not interested in a confessional or don’t have any sins or secrets to talk about? it’s fine. wolfwood can also be found whittling, now that he has two functional arms again, and creating various small animals. there seems to be enough wood next to him to create just enough for everyone here. in fact, there will be a small wooden fox (with two tails), two hedgehogs, and another that does not look like an echidna but more of a small round creature with large fists. despite being extremely basic, they’ll be well crafted. ]
[While most of Vakama's time is spent either off in the labs with Tails and Viktor doing who knows what with the machinery or out on the field destroying what robots aren't being scrapped, he's taking a considerable amount of time to searching out individuals. If you're in the middle of something, he'll just ask that you come back to his room when you have a free minute.
Said room is now just him, since Dorothy has moved out, and he's already reworked the space considerably. Thank you to Ashley for introducing Vakama to the glory of writing on paper, because there are notes everywhere - several notebooks in various states across his desk, filled with drawings and writing of all sorts, while multiple variations of designs for gearwork both primitive and complicated scattered and pinned to one whole side of his room. There are sketched images of some of the robots they have been fighting, mathematical diagrams drawn and redrawn and scribbled out hastily, as well as notes about the shards that can barely be made out if you squint through the language barrier. Two unfamiliar masks also sit against one of the desks, items he's not bothered to have out for display until this week.
His door remains open as he works, either tinkering with some sort of metal contraption in the earlier portions of the week or writing in whatever slow periods they have besides. Whenever he does have someone poke their head in, his attention draws immediately.]
Ah, good. Thank you, I know we're all busy. This shouldn't take long. [Pulling a chair with his telekinesis comes almost second nature now, a gesture to sit as he readjusts his own and reaches for a much newer, emptier notebook.]
If you could give your name, shard, and previous occupation. What I'll ask just... requires some context, I'm afraid.
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You're also welcome to take a ring to visit Shadow and Infinite, who remain in the Void. Surprisingly, Infinite seems to have chilled out the tiniest bit... in that he won't be actively trying to kill Shadow whenever you appear. It seems Shadow also didn't break any of his bones which is. nice? Sure. They're aware of your fight, as they did see it even from the Void.]
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How have you been holding up here?
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[This was not yet a lost cause. They had come out on the other side of every trial so far--not unscathed, but alive. Even if the chance of success was less than a single percent, it was not zero. If the probability were spread over a thousand timelines, he was sure this would be the one which was successful. It had to be, because it was the single known possibility that had already led to the right outcome once. The correct rune, the correct placement and timing and every single piece coming together in a wider picture that had resulted in a world pulled back from the brink.]
[It could happen twice. It had to happen twice.]
[So it was not with an overabundance of fear that Viktor (still heavily favoring his right leg and floating along on his hoverboard) accompanied whoever was heading into the city in search of supplies--the spare parts would come easily enough, with the more aggressive robots so thoughtfully coming straight to them. Very considerate. Either way, the non-machine resources Viktor sought out were as simple as raiding a few clothing stores--okay, that was probably a little closer to More's fashion sense than anyone would have expected from him, but he seemed unfazed.]
[As the days went on, one would be forgiven for assuming one of the lesser-used floors of the base was undergoing construction, which was exactly why it had been effectively overtaken--to minimize the annoyance of the sounds of drilling, hammering, the buzz of a laser used as a welding torch, and--maybe unexpectedly, the dull beat of the sort of music indicating one might be, as the saying goes, 'locked in'. Or just that they had very odd taste. Or both.]
[When Viktor finally emerged from his fit of mad science, it was with a newly crafted leg brace and a wholly different look, a repaired (albeit worse for wear) knee-high robot shuffling along behind him. The rest of the spare parts he took to Tails' laboratory along with his toolbox (helpfully carried by Blitzcrank), fully prepared to help construct the teleporter--that was definitely something he had experience with.]
[...And if anyone caught him along the way with an offer of combat training, for once he wasn't about to say no. But suggesting he do whatever he did that passed for 'sleep' at some point would be a good idea, too.]
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You findin' what you need?
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At least, it was fine while we were collecting scrap.]
What...are we doing here?
[CLOTHES STORE, HIS NEMESIS]
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I miss the days of being able to head out on my own.
[Said wistfully, in the tone that indicates he's trying to use humor to hide his own anxiety.]
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Precise measurements are nothing new. So crafting the circular rings at just the right adjustment of circumference - that of Viktor's leg - takes up his afternoon, putting aside his hammer and yanking his faceplate up off his eyes to carefully pick up one of the largest of the tempered pieces to inspect it for damages. It would need plenty of adjustments under the finer tuning of Viktor's laser, of course, but structurally the base should hold...
The jointwork's around here somewhere... maybe Viktor took it to fiddle around with it some more, who knows. It's hard to keep track of what pieces migrate around. But he'll at least tuck away from his makeshift furnace to try and find wherever Viktor's tucked away. Might as well see if he could convince the man to take a break.]
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After all, she often supplied the robot parts.
A moment's pause has Jinx rip her welding goggles off and run a hand through the creases of her eyes, with a general sound of annoyance.]
This'd be so much better with my old lab I destroyed.
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More and more over these weeks, Dorothy has simply grown to care, and it's a strange feeling for someone who thought she was long incapable of it. She truly doesn't mind, though.
It's why you can absolutely see Dorothy at the forefront of most things this week; you can find her pacing the halls of the base and checking supplies, a clipboard in hand and her purple eyes blazing with determination as she keeps on top of everything they need. She's got something of a metaphorical shopping list in mind, and once she's got it finished, she will be looking for anyone willing to go on a nice big W*lmart run.]
Excuse me. I'd like to ask for your assistance in getting some items that we need outside; may I ask that you come along with me to ensure we get these all back in one piece?
[Of course, if you have anything she can add to this list, let her know! We may as well be comfortable as possible during this last week here, before our war is done.
That isn't to say Dorothy is going to be slacking on training any, at all. If anything, she's far more open to training with others, though she's still got a fairly hard time of actually...holding back a bit...but she is going to try this time around! Dorothy will gladly be assisting with anything relating to this, so please feel free to seek her out if you want to mess around with things.
Of course, Dorothy will also be testing the teleporter with anyone who wants to try and take on some robots; Dorothy's more than ready for anything to come, but she will be seeking out anyone who can help--]
Are you prepared to give this a go? There's no telling which ship we'll end up on, but know that I'll be alongside you and keep you safe. We'll get through this.
[Dorothy says it with so much confidence in her voice. It's quite the change from the false pleasantries of weeks prior.
...Of course, someone might want to convince Dorothy to not overdo it. Later in the week you might find Dorothy in whatever passes for their dining room, clipboard beside her as she seems to have fallen asleep at the table. No rest for the wicked, and yet here she is...]
let's go shopping
GET ON THE BOARD LOSER, WE'RE GOING SHOPPING
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Hey- add pain meds to the list. It's on mine, too, but wouldn't hurt to write it twice.
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dining room;
[ Void Archives goes to fix some tea out of habit. They don't know much about Dorothy's preferences, unfortunately, but she came by to check in on them - even if it was out of obligation, they tend to never forget things like that. Especially since it was...a trying time for them on a big scale.
Anyway, they bring the chamomile over, settling on the table, before looking at the clipboard. What's on it? ]
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Oh, certainly!
Unfortunately I do not believe I'll be able to find us another piano, but perhaps we could find a keyboard instead.
[Yes, he knows she's talking about actually useful supplies. This will not stop him from looking anyway.]
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[Getting out, anyway. Turo hasn't really gone out into the city since his last disastrous attempt at clothes shopping.]
What are you hoping to find?
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Well, I would imagine you need a companion in the event that you become surrounded by the hordes of robots that are currently occupying the city.
[...or by the teleporter, where he's raring to go--particularly after hearing about learning about people getting a ton of rings for their trouble...]
I suppose either we are going to end this once and for all or, at the very least, reduce their forces. If you are up to it, I certainly am.
[...of course, that's hardly the only thing he's doing. The other thing he's doing is... staring into the distance, perhaps. He's fairly frequently at a table with a bunch of paper in front of him. There are also a trash can filled up with crumpled up papers next to him. He keeps trying to write something down, then... scratches it out, crumples the paper up, and tosses it with a frustrated sigh...
He's actually just a little better about not overworking himself than Certain Other People. He actually knows how to relax, and so after a day of fighting, he's indulging in a little bit of self-care by reading, watching movies, or just... napping. Napping is good, okay...]
table;
It doesn't seem to be getting him anywhere, either. ]
...What exactly is it that you're doing?
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Thus, he joins him wherever it is that he's made himself comfortable. ]
Have you become fond of this world's literature?
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...very well. Should we combine our powers as well? I'm trying to catalogue as many of those combinations as I can, since they seem so necessary now.
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Do you think he named himself "Neo Metal Sonic"?
[Probably not, right? It's not as though that's a real name. Maybe that's a point of commonality he could draw on? He's been trying to think of ways he might be able to empathize with, or at least reach out to, Neo Metal Sonic. It is most likely pointless. But Viktor was right; he ought to at least try to talk down this fellow robot, who seems so very similar to him in so many ways.
Sitting here seeing everything the other robot has accomplished, he cannot help but feel a little depressed. He hasn't really changed or evolved at all, has he? Of course he doesn't want to make an invasion fleet about it. He's not sure what that has to do with anything. But what is he doing wrong that he's found less independent drive and identity than an evil Sonic imitation?
Whatever. It's too late to worry about all of that now.
Out in the city outskirts, he's at least pleased to see that the animals seem to be more active! He'll spend as much time as he dares sitting and observing them.]
Look - there's a reptile!
[It's a small lizard on a tree. Turo hasn't seen regular-ass lizards before!
He is, of course, also training off and on throughout the week. He's happy to go out and find a couple of robots to fight with anyone! If you're someone he hasn't already linked with, though, he'll ask:]
Do you want to figure out what our powers do together? I'm trying to observe as many combinations as I can.
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It can be equally possible he did or didn't~
Why do you ask?
[ They don't particularly care for the deeper aspects regarding the history of that enemy's name, though they suppose it is entirely possible knowing more might expose vulnerabilities in their opposition. Yet, they wonder what exactly is the motivation behind Turo's curiosity in the first place. ]
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So he's out here with Turo, delighted to be looking at animals. He's got a thermos with tea on him because... his voice....
Maybe he should also shut the fuck up to save it, but he cannot. ]
Oh my, what a sweetheart! It's quite tiny!
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...Probably don't want me to shoot that.
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honestly, wolfwood should be doing some of that thinking—some of that soul-searching—himself, but instead there’s something much more important to him. so, here you’ll find him throughout the week sitting besides a table with a small, white chapel resting on top of it. next to the chapel is a sign that will read:
approach close enough to the chapel and he'll hold a hand out and gesture towards a very comfy armchair (that he absolutely stole) with a slight smile on his face. ]
Got somethin’ on yer mind? I don’t mind listenin’—might be the last time ya get to say anythin’.
[ not interested in a confessional or don’t have any sins or secrets to talk about? it’s fine. wolfwood can also be found whittling, now that he has two functional arms again, and creating various small animals. there seems to be enough wood next to him to create just enough for everyone here. in fact, there will be a small wooden fox (with two tails), two hedgehogs, and another that does not look like an echidna but more of a small round creature with large fists. despite being extremely basic, they’ll be well crafted. ]
whittling;
Then, they looked at him with a very amused expression before walking out without saying a word.
They regularly confess things to Wolfwood on the regular, they don't need a confessional to do that.
More importantly, though, they come around later when he's doing some whittling, curious enough to approach this time. ]
Oh? Are you crafting some gifts for individuals here?
[ They had no idea that Wolfwood had such a creative side! Consider them curious, and as a result, quite nosy. ]
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Said room is now just him, since Dorothy has moved out, and he's already reworked the space considerably. Thank you to Ashley for introducing Vakama to the glory of writing on paper, because there are notes everywhere - several notebooks in various states across his desk, filled with drawings and writing of all sorts, while multiple variations of designs for gearwork both primitive and complicated scattered and pinned to one whole side of his room. There are sketched images of some of the robots they have been fighting, mathematical diagrams drawn and redrawn and scribbled out hastily, as well as notes about the shards that can barely be made out if you squint through the language barrier. Two unfamiliar masks also sit against one of the desks, items he's not bothered to have out for display until this week.
His door remains open as he works, either tinkering with some sort of metal contraption in the earlier portions of the week or writing in whatever slow periods they have besides. Whenever he does have someone poke their head in, his attention draws immediately.]
Ah, good. Thank you, I know we're all busy. This shouldn't take long. [Pulling a chair with his telekinesis comes almost second nature now, a gesture to sit as he readjusts his own and reaches for a much newer, emptier notebook.]
If you could give your name, shard, and previous occupation. What I'll ask just... requires some context, I'm afraid.
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I knew you were a mask maker, but this is new.
[Now he's even more curious as to what this is all about! He takes the seat offered to him and throws his arms back.]
Name's Raven. [He says it proudly, too.] Topaz shard. Former knight, currently part of a guild.
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