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Post by Raki on Feb 1, 2006 17:53:40 GMT -5
It was another wonderfully sunny day at the Emerald Coast, and Honey Cat had every intention of taking advantage of it.
She was taking a much needed break from her usual good-doing (such as helping senior citizens, feeding the homeless, tutoring school children with their homework, etc...) that she thought she deserved the break. Also, she noticed there was no life gaurd at the moment so she decided to fill in.
Hero-aholic or not, Honey had every intention of enjoying her day at the beach, and had even bought a new beach going outfit for the occasion, and a towel, and an umbrella... and a few other things.
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Post by Mage's Brother on Feb 2, 2006 11:01:48 GMT -5
"I hate the public. Sniveling, drooling, droopy-lipped, powder-faced puppets." The wheels of his wheel-chair squeaked slightly. Here, in the view of the world, he was a renowned but reclusive child prodigy. He had long since lost his limbs, and then was falsley accused of murder. The people loved him. He was a brave young trooper with a tragic past and nothing but light and hope for the future of the world. His world, to be precise. The people knew him only as Alexi Dimitrov, or Doctor D. A suave man in a neatly cut black suit and a matching black, robotic wheelchair. But alone and away on his Recluse Island, he was a God known as Dr. Talon from his razor sharp claws attached to two powerful limbs.
"And now presenting, the one, the only, the GENIUS, Doctor, Alexi Dimitrov!" Dimitrov pushed a lever next to his hand and drove his chair on stage. The crowd gathered in the plaza of Station Square roared with delight. Banners fell and ticker-tape explosions filled the air as Dimitrov made a humbled guesture or two to silence the crowd as he wheeled over to the microphone.
"Thank you, thank you. It is good to be here today. As you all know, my father was a Soviet man, and somewhat of an inventor himself. He was a good man, and a good father, but he was always impatient. Always, 'Russian' me." A small wave of snickers swept the crowd. "being an innocent I thought the Cold War meant the heater was broken!" A few more laughs. "He was very suprised when I fixed it too. Yes but still, today we face a much more serious threat. Global Warming has come and has had its day. We will soon find ourselves fighting our own cold war." A clicking sound indicated that the television projector beside him was online. It was a fancy model to be viewable clearly in broad outdoor daylight. "As we see in this chart, our planet's revolutions around the Sun. It follows an oval like path, which fluctuates in size like waves. As you can see, the ovals are stretching, very rapidly in coming years. This winter we will be reaching a record low, and it will be even colder the next. This warm summer will give way to a pleasant fall, and then.." a pause for effect. "We will have a very cold winter indeed." The crowd was silent, aside from a few murmurs. They were putty in his hands. "Good news I bring though. My research and my company are bringing you help. I have been inventing. I have made a machine, small enough, and inexpensive enough to have in every home, which will keep you warm no matter the season." And with a flourish, two of his assistants lifted the shimmering silver sheets covering a small metal pillar, with a gree glowing lamp indented at the top.
"This machine is a super conductor thermal environmental regulator. Its power source is completely internal, completely safe, and will keep your house warmer, heat it faster, and provide more comfort than any other heater in the world. It uses super efficient radiation, completely harmless, to safely keep your family cozy. Each unit costs an approximate two-hundred American dollars and comes with a lifetime warranty. And for the attendees of this assembly, I offer half-price. Thank you."
Cheers erupted from the audience. Throw them a cookie and they will do tricks. Harmless radiation huh? Only because by the time they notice it isn't harmless, their brains will have melted into gravy, and they'll all be under the control of his mind-manipulating machine back home. "A very cold winter indeed." he snorted.
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Post by L on Feb 2, 2006 16:57:17 GMT -5
He scuttled along the sand quickly, his antennae moving along the ground searching for the scent of something edible. Cans, discarded wrappers, anything would do. He located a small plastic frisbee in the sand and took hold of it in his pincers. Looking from left to right, he quickly checked to see if anyone was watching.
No one seemed to own the frisbee, or, for that matter, care that he had picked it up. He shoved the item into his mandibles greedily and barely bothered chewing before swallowing it. Unsatisfied with what he had just consumed, he returned to his search for random pieces of garbage to eat.
The though occured to him that his search might be more effective if he wasn't squat-walking side to side like a crab, but quickly pasted as he came across a discarded cola can. His diet was lacking iron, he though as he chewed up the empty can. Though being fairly uneducated, he didn't realize that cola cans were often made of aluminum.
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Post by Shiny Unicorn Music on Feb 2, 2006 16:58:06 GMT -5
((Emerald Coast, you say?))
Amy stepped off the train, wearing her bathing suit and with a beach bag in hand. She had taken the day off to relax at the beach and nearby park, which to be honest she had a bit of a reputation with. "I wonder if I'll see anyone I know here today?" she wondered vaguely as she skipped down the steps from the station. From down the street she could hear a large crowd cheering at something; maybe she'd go check it out once she'd finished having fun on this side of the city.
Her sandals flapped as she ran across the street, ticking off passing motorists by not using the crosswalk. Too bad for them. Looking down the beach, she saw a lifeguard a few yards away, and plenty of people enjoying the weather, but no one she immediately recognized. Amy shrugged, and started setting up her beach stuff.
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Post by Raki on Feb 2, 2006 18:09:33 GMT -5
Honey's ear twitched as it picked up the sound of a crowd roaring. From the sound of it, the crowd was either very very loud, or not that far away, and most likely a big one either way. The thought of going to see it for herself and act as crowd control passed her mind, but that would leave the beach without a lifegaurd. Instead, she decided, she'd continue her self emposed duties here and keep a watchful eye for danger and keep a listen to the crowds cheering... if anything got ugly, she was sure to hear it... and then she could rush in on the nick of time and save everything. Honey smiled at the warm fuzzies the idea of such heroics gave her.
Snapping out of her day dreaming she scanned the beach, watching for anything that may need attention. Only some beach go-ers, and a lobster eating garbage.
Honey paused.
Garbage?
Images of used syringes and other biohazards flashed in her mind, and she screamed with horror.
"NO DON'T EAT THAT! IT'S NOT GOOD FOR YOU!"
Within a few seconds notice (she would of been there faster but sand slows you down you know) she as as the lobster's side.
"Garbage isn't for eating!"
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Post by L on Feb 2, 2006 19:11:46 GMT -5
He turned and looked up at the cat. "Well, not all of it. Used pizzaboxes are my favorite. But I can't get to the dumpsters with that crowd in the city, so I'm looking here. No pizzaboxes here." He said sniffing around. "Mostly cans and plastic. I'd give my left claw for a fried raccoon right now... OH LOOK! A HOTDOG!"
He grabbed a nearby half-eaten hot dog with his antennae and ate it in one bite, then continued to sniff around. "People at this beach sure are skimpy with their trash. A crustacean could starve to death, I tells ya."
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Post by Raki on Feb 2, 2006 19:59:28 GMT -5
Honey stared, gap jawed. An eye twitched.
"That... THAT'S NOT FOOD!"
This poor soul, forced to... well, she assumed forced to... scrounge on the beach for food! She really had to fix this!
"You need something good to eat!" the thought of the burger joint nearby crossed her mind.
"Do you like hamburgers? My treat... just stop eating garbage- it'll make you sick!"
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Post by L on Feb 2, 2006 20:30:35 GMT -5
His antennae perked up. "Free food?" He thought. His broken hampster wheel of a brain realized the opportunity he'd been presented with. "Alright." He said, turning around and standing up out of his scuttle.
"Now are these real hamburgers, right? Because I'm allergic to them vegamatarian hamburgers." He asked.
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Post by Raki on Feb 2, 2006 20:43:20 GMT -5
Honey nodded.
"REAL hamburgers! Made of meat and everything, and NOT garbage! I'll even get you a dessert and a drink and everything... as long as you're not eating trash."
Honey's wallet was often emptied for strangers.
Even garbage eating ones.
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Post by L on Feb 2, 2006 20:56:46 GMT -5
Crunch rubbed his pincers together evilly (or at least as evilly as any lobster lacking most his vital brain functions can appear). A free meal. He could take advantage of this. Pizzaboxes were nice, especially when they still had cheese in them, but food that wasn't someone's trash sounded a lot better. "Alright, then I'll stop eating garbage. As you wish, Miss... What was your name?"
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Post by Mage's Brother on Feb 2, 2006 21:41:11 GMT -5
Turning away from the crowd delighted Talon is unusual ways. Leaving them behind to peruse his devices. He had not yet activated many of them ye, it was still too soon. Over the past five years his products had been circulating into the world, each with a different little nastiness pre-programmed in. At the touch of a button back home, every product would suddenly go haywire, and everyone would find them selves in utter chaos. Devices that exploded, hypnotized, spewed poisonous gas, brainwashed, burned, or even became walking death-robots. That beautiful day had yet to come for Dr. Talon though. he was already running many risks with his schemes already. He could hardly resist the urge to do bad though. it was far too easy to do, and far too simple to not get caught. "First, I will wreak havoc in station square, then Casino Nights, then I think I'll go pillage the mystic ruins on my way home." Talon chuckled to himself. He had no idea what he would do to Station Square, but felt he might gain a clue by being among the people for a while. Noticing his rumbling stomach, he bid his assistants to leave him be as he piloted his wheelchair down the ramp and aross the street. Rolling along the boardwalk of the Emerald coast, he was greeted several times by some fans. The all offered to help him around, or offer him comforts. Yes, indeed he might have looked rather pitiful rolling around like that, A legless-lizard in the sun light, wearing goggles to protect his eyes. He stroked his lizard-whiskers on his chin and turned. "I will eat here. It will help me decide what depravity to commit." And Talon cheerfully rolled into a small burger join alongside the coast.
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Post by Raki on Feb 2, 2006 21:51:01 GMT -5
"Honey, Honey Cat. Just call me Honey though! Don't worry, you'll remember the name!" the feline grinned, and a slight gleam of dementia seemed to shine in her eyes. She grabbed the Lobster by the arm and tugged him towards the burger shop.
"Remember, you can get as much as you want!"
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Post by L on Feb 2, 2006 22:46:11 GMT -5
The lobster chuckled quietly to himself. "I'm Crunch the Lobster." He said, planning to hold her to her word.
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Post by Shiny Unicorn Music on Feb 2, 2006 22:59:08 GMT -5
Amy had watched the whole exchange with her mouth hanging agape. There sure were some weird people on this side of town.
((Why am I suddenly thinking that Crunch = Zoidberg? XD))
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Post by Jamie Lee on Feb 2, 2006 23:42:35 GMT -5
Metal 's eyes gazed upon the crowd from the bench he sat on. If he had a mouth it would have been frowning. The large gathering made him somewhat uncomfortable, and the amount of noise they made annoyed him. Still, it was an interesting thing to watch - from a distance. There were all sorts of people of many sizes, shapes, ages and species. Plenty enough to watch and be fascinated by their various mannerisms. Some would stand quietly, watch and listen; some would bounce on their toes anxiously unable to stand still, many would come and go for whatever purpose drove them. Watching the people who passed closer to him was equally interesting; each had their own unique stride, way of holding their posture, and attitude. He tore himself from his thoughts and glanced quickly to either side when a lynx passed his seat close enough to brush against him on his way to the burger joint behind him. Quickly he readjusted the colorful brown and blue trenchcoat he wore, then made sure his hood and sunglasses were still secure. As a creation of Eggman's, the idea of being in public alone was a risk to his wellbeing, but his curiosity drove him...
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Post by Raki on Feb 3, 2006 8:21:00 GMT -5
"Crunch you say?" replied Honey thoughtfully as she pushed him through the door of their food place of choice. She flipped out a small notepad (most likely from the same place Amy keeps her mallet) and scribbles something down.
"And how old are you? What's your occupation? Where do you live? Where do you want to live? Are you single? Are you looking? What's your favorite colour? And do you know that by 'anything you want' I mean anything you want that you can get for 20 dollars because that's all I have on me right now."
Little did Crunch know, but Honey had begun down the track of one of her favorite activities... "Life Improvement".
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Post by L on Feb 3, 2006 12:15:27 GMT -5
He was confused by her reaction... very very confused. But since he was offered free food, he figured he might as well play along. "I'm 16, Unemployed, formerly employed by the Quarsian Army, I sleep in the coral reef a bit out from the coast, though I guess I could move up to that abandoned light house along the beach... And what do you mean by single? And what am I looking for, exactly? My favorite color is chartreuse. And I think just a burger will do. Why all the questions?"
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Post by Mage's Brother on Feb 3, 2006 12:34:17 GMT -5
Food had always been a source of delight for Alexi Dimitrov. He liked nothing better than gorging himself at the local diners. Wealth had its advantages when he sat down at the nicest booth and recieved instantaneous attention. Placing a rather fat wallet on the table next to him gave him a sense of dominion. Some people might be wary of leaving their money out in the open like that, considering a decent thief could easily swipe it. Dimitrov was not so concerned however, as his wallet was lined with explosives. At the touch of a button on his wristwatch, the wallet would begin to burn at an infathomable temperature before turning the thief into a crater. It was all the better for Dimitrov. Leaving behind a smoldering black smudge on the floor removed evidence against him.
Dimitrov ordered the most expensive thing on the menu, as well as a good rare steak on the side. Taking in the odors, Dimitrov was aware of them wafting around the room, and drawing some small attention to his fine-dining, neatly worn suit, hi-tech looking wheelchair, and heavy wallet. Smiling he gazed out at a beautiful view of the bay, sparkling clean aside from the occasional litter, with emerald blue waters, pure white sands, and countless vermin frolicing around, unappreciative of the beauty. Now there was an idea. He could soil the water supply along the coast! Fill it with pollutants, mutational chemicals, and garbage. Then redirect an undergroud gas or oil line to rupture and spill onto thos glorious white sands. It would make a beautiful newspaper headline. "Emerald Coast: Painted Black! Station Square City accepts cleanup responsibility." Or better yet, his company could offer to help the cleanup, and offer product sales to help raise funds. He'd destroy the coast and all its unsavory creatures. And then make money and distribution with a few sand scrapes. He'd look like a hero! It was a good strategy, but needed the details worked out. Dimitrov began eating his steak. He might need another one. He had lots of schemeing to do here in the diner before his mealtime was over.
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Post by Jamie Lee on Feb 3, 2006 13:04:51 GMT -5
Metal caught sight of the reptile and found his interest instantly hooked. He recognized him as the man who had been up on the stage, and he was much different from any of the other beach-goers he observed. His wheelchair was hi-tech, and he could tell it had a wonderful amount of care and craftsmanship put into it. Slowly his eyes drifted up to the reptile's face. Alexi Dimitrov. He had heard of him and his work before, being a famous inventor. Idly he began to think about the invention he had just unveiled...
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Post by Raki on Feb 3, 2006 13:52:55 GMT -5
Honey scribbled down the answers onto her notepad. "Oh, nothing... I just want to help, that's all!" She glanced around the shop for a place for them to sit until directing them to a booth. As she did so, she noticed a lizard in a wheel chair. With a pain of sympathy, she noted his lack of legs... however, he seemed to be very well of despite it- he didn't need any help, he had a wheel chair, a fat stack of cash, and assistants. She led Crunch to a seat, but couldn't shake the feeling she knew who the lizard was. Then the thought of helping her lobster companion returned, and the idea of familiarity was successfully shook. "Unemployed huh? I think I have a great idea for a job for you..." ((Why am I suddenly thinking that Crunch = Zoidberg? XD)) ((Because he has that hoboish crustacean charm! I wonder what Metal will do ...))
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Post by L on Feb 3, 2006 15:57:42 GMT -5
Crunch's antennae curled in confusion. He had just met this girl and she was talking as if she was the complete authority over his life. It rubbed him the wrong way, but he continued to play along, since the promise of hamburgers still stayed fresh in his tiny little mind. "o rly?" He asked curiously.
((Okay, feel free to shoot me for that one, but I suddenly felt it should be said that way ._.))
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Post by Raki on Feb 3, 2006 17:05:23 GMT -5
"Oh really indeed..." she smirked, visions of granduer floating in her head... "And with a job, you'll be paid, you'll never have to eat out of the garbage again- in fact you'll be able to buy whatever food you want! And with a job you might be able to buy that lighthouse you like, and chara...", she struggled with the colour's name, "charatoose paint for the walls..."
She smiled. Oh yes, it sounded like a nice plan indeed- surely her new friend would agree. She picks up a menu and hands it to him. "What're ya gonna get, then?"
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Post by Mage's Brother on Feb 3, 2006 17:41:20 GMT -5
With the details lolling over in his head, Dimitrov took little notice of the approaching danger. There is something to be said about employers who do not screen their employees before hiring them. That is to say, they are usually incompetent people who think that if their workers meet the qualifications on paper then they are good enough. A part of this problem is that as his secret true-self, Dr. Talon, he had to hire people who could maintain silence about his dealings. For this reason, he hired moles. They were good at digging and mining, they most often had poor vision, and were typically jittery creatures who were intelligent enough to hold their tongues about the operations on Recluse island while they were home with their families for the weekends. Dr. Talon might have been murderous to his more outgoing employees, but those who never spoke, did their job, and didn't complain were always due for favors whenever needed.
However, there were exceptions to every rule, and one of them had just entered the Diner. An outspoken mole had just flung open the door with an enormous grin and scanned the area with a loud "Howdy-doo folks!" Dimitrov tried to become less conspicuous but it was too late already. "Why cross mah' stars and wax my cars! It's Mister Dee-Mee-Trow-Vee! HOWDY BAUSS!" Dimitrov caught his fingers reaching for the button which fired the machine guns on his chair. He couldn't be caught doing evil here, so he quickly turned it into a brisk wave, which unfortunately beckoned the mole to his table, and soon became a rather aggravating handshake. "A real pleasure to see yea' bauss! I'm Hermie Moliarty, but I reckon's you'd know that wouldn't yea?" Hermie guffawed loudly, and a few flecks of spittle came from his mouth. "MMM BOY! I shore am starvin bauss! How thawtful of yea!" And then Hermie began to devour Talon's steak dinner.
"It's quite alright...Hermie....help yourself..." Dimitrov then noticed that he had instinctively fired a sleeping dart on accident. The loud thud made it sound like he had hit Hermie's kneecap, but unfortunately it was just a table leg. "So....why are you here....in my booth....with me....here...."
"Well bauss, hyuk hyuk, I was with mah wife and kids ter'day! SAY HELLO AGNES!" A female mole across the room was looming over the condiments bar. She looked up at a waiter and obnoxiously asked "Are these free?" And after recieving a nod began to pile the various ketchup and mustard packets into her handbag.
"I'm in hell, Dimitrov groaned to himself."
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Post by Jamie Lee on Feb 3, 2006 22:09:14 GMT -5
Metal glanced back into the building, seeing now that Dimitrov had a someone sitting with him. Judging by his expression he didn't seem too delighted about it. He averted his eyes and glanced around the other members of the joint, not a very busy place it seemed. But then it also wasn't very large either. Off in the corner is noticed a cat and a lobster, there was also that lynx who had bumped into him earlier, and then there was a mole and her kid, whom Metal assumed were with the mole chatting with Dimitrov. He glanced back at the crowd. Though still large, it had shrunk considerably from earlier. Sitting there as he was he was beginning to get restless, not helped by his constantly reminding himself not to stare at the lizard inventor. Pondering again about those heaters, he found himself starting to become curious over how they worked... Yeah, he decided. He wanted to dissect one of those. Getting up and dusting off his coat, he began walking toward the crowd and stopped dead in his tracks. There was no way he'd be able to afford one of those heaters on what few rings he had. Slightly annoyed, he knew this meant he was going to have to steal one of them. Walking around the crowd until he reached the stage, he located the door leading inside and swiftly took it. Ducking out of view of the various workers, it didn't take him long to locate the storage facility. When he was sure the coast was clear he snatched one up and headed toward the back door. Home free, Metal thought and he walked along the street triumphantly with his new prize. He was just beginning to turn the block when his foot unknowingly stepped through a laser. **KEH-BOOM**The heater had burst into a localized explosion in his hands. Metal had found himself tossed backward from the shockwave, landing hard on his bottom with his hands still held out. He blinked in confusion; what in the world?! However, quickly he realized that this was the least of his problems. He quickly jumped back up to his feet and looked around frantically. Sure enough everyone in the entire area was now staring at him like a bunch of deer caught in a set of headlights. Not only from the blast, but... Metal quickly realized his clothing had been blasted right off him and almost completely disintegrated. Not even going into the fact his meticulously polished armor was now a lovely charred shade of black. It didn't take long before the initial shock wore and everyone suddenly began running around screaming in a flailing panic. "Metal Sonic!" "Eggman's robot!" "We're under attack!" Metal just stood there staring blankly at the rampaging crowd, still not having completely registered just what had happened. When it finally clicked he concluded he should have never left stasis.
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Post by Raki on Feb 3, 2006 22:17:40 GMT -5
Honey, hearing both the explosion and ensueing screams of panic, was out the door faster then she could tell Crunch "Brb". Obviously, there was trouble afoot, and when there was trouble afoot, there was always room for a hero. However, she froze when her eyes caught sight of the cause of the panic.
Metal Sonic.
The infamous Metal Sonic! One of Eggman's best known and most feared creations!
Honey's heart skipped a beat, and she ran through all the possibilities in her head- Metal Sonic was strong, and dangerous, and even Sonic had trouble beating him...
She promptly ignored all of this and ran headlong towards Metal Sonic, and executed a jump kick.
"AIYIAYIAYIAYIAYIAYIAYIAYIA!"
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Post by Mage's Brother on Feb 3, 2006 22:56:03 GMT -5
Dimitrov was secretly praying for a miracle. Some disaster or explosion to give him reason to move. And to his great suprise, a relatively good caliber explosion rocked the diner thereafter. "What in the Sam Hill was that!" Hermie screeched. With everyon'e back turned, Dimitrov fired another tranquilizer dart at Hermie. "You have thirty seconds on conciousness left. Have a nice day!" And with that Dimitrov rolled away acompanied by a thudding noise behind him. Rolling over to observe the action, Dimitrov was able to spot an extremely well crafted robot in the shape of a Hedgehog. "Ahhhhh. That must be on of the Eggman's creatures."Dimitrov gloated. A most impressive specimen it was and Dimitrov longed to have it for study. "I can use this to my advantage. That robot can be the scape goat for my crimes, and when the people go after him, I can help him escape in secret." Dimitrov took notice of a shattered Nuke-Column closeby the metal sonic. "And there we have a bait. "Things are too easy here. They might as well just give themselves to me on a silver platter." And with that, Dimitrov rolled away to his traveling Wagon, and then inside. He set immediately to work on a pollutant chemical, and gathered up a few of his remote controlled Gravity Wells. "I'll pollute the bay, first, then rupture the oil lines and slope the concret by pulling it apart with a Gravity-Well or two, then say that Metal-Sonic has made an attempt on my life. He'll be bound to come looking for me once he escapes the jaws of publicity. And when he attacks, Alexi Dimitrov will be here no longer, and he'll have to cross claws with Dr. Talon! MWA HA HA HA HAAAAAA"
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Post by Shiny Unicorn Music on Feb 4, 2006 1:26:10 GMT -5
Amy heard the explosion, and looked up towards the city. A massive black cloud and crowds fleeing the area met her eyes. Explosions in the city? That could only mean one thing... She ran up the street and saw a blue hedgehog (little did she know) being attacked by the lifeguard she had seen before. Without thinking, she drew her hammer and rushed into the fray.
"DON'T YOU DARE TOUCH MY SONIC!"
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Post by Jamie Lee on Feb 4, 2006 9:31:23 GMT -5
Metal groaned quietly to himself, using his fast reflexes to jump out of Honey's way. He turned and ran a memory scan on her. Yellow cat in a red dress. Same one from the restaurant he'd left. Name unknown. No other information available. He heard Amy's scream suddenly and his eyes widened; wait, Sonic was here?! There feet pounding at him and hammer drawn was Amy Rose. He drew his claws and prepared to dodge and counter impact when he realized her attention wasn't on him, but... the cat? Did... did she mistake HIM for Sonic?! Metal took to the air and just hovered there glaring at the two girls. He really wasn't in the mood to fight with anyone.
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Post by Raki on Feb 4, 2006 11:31:47 GMT -5
Honey rebounded (ungracefully) from missing her mark with her kick, and turned to face the robot again, intent on at least hitting him *once*. Her pure determination towards her goal led her to ignore the sound of a pink screaming hedgehog, which most likely, weither she realized it or not, would be her downfall.
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Post by Shiny Unicorn Music on Feb 4, 2006 13:16:03 GMT -5
Amy's charge was slowed only because a quick glance away from the yellow cat told her that Sonic was now flying and spewing fire. She did some quick mental aerobics and concluded that Sonic couldn't fly, hangtime notwithstanding, and maybe she'd just done something incredibly stupid.
"Er... hang on," she said, coming to a full stop and squinting up at the floating blue thing. Now that she was a lot closer to it, she could see that this was not the object of her affections, but rather a robot she recognized from way back in the day.
"Hey, wait a minute!" Her expression went sour again. "What are you doing here, Metal Sonic?"
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