&quot;If you love me, like I love me,&quot;

*Neko was somewhere in this world, although they look quite..different- hurt, to be exact, asides of having a device that allows them to speak and hear. Unluckily, they couldn’t do anything about their appearance and clothes but, hopefully they won’t get too much attention nor accidentally in troubles, regardless of making the place be messy wherever they go due to the missing hand and unhinged jaw, maybe even those fake tears like the ones Exe has. He started wandering around, exploring the places while looking for something they might be able to wear to be less..scary in a way- or at least, bandages for certain spots of his body.*

For some reason, it was starting to get colder. Not a natural sort of cold, like the one you'd feel with a sudden gust of wind, but... Like something creeping up on you, slowly. A hunter.

And then Flurry showed up around the corner. He paused when they spotted Neko, blinking. They were hurt, that's for sure. Maybe if ice's situation had been more normal, blizzard would have run, but honestly? They were worried.

"Are you... Ok?"

*”Why is it..getting cold? Is it..something new about this place?- No..I don’t- it could be him, trying to give a scare or fight unfairly again!” Neko managed to think, quickly turning around and jumping back to take some distance from the possible enemy, only to soon take both a defensive and offensive kind of pose. Though as soon as they heard where the voice came from, Neko gazed at Flurry quickly, having to drop that kind of pose moments later while their gaze showed a hint of confusion at the other’s appearance. Their pupils were slits, and their ears and tail were most likely gone. Although, his back may be the worst part to see.. Other than that, the few small shaking of his body might be noticeable enough, they didn’t seem to happen very often now. They stared for a bit, eventually doing a small nod, not really wishing to worry more ppl.* “Yeah! I’m- fine, I will be fine- thanks for asking.. ..Who are you? Did something happen? And- How are you not- afraid of this whole..thing?-“ *The device that has a mini version of Tails spoke for Neko, them having a small mixture of feelings such as curiosity, concern and confusion, as they might be wanting to ask them many questions as the time pass. He also pointed at himself with his remaining hand when he asked that last question, referring to the appearance. As for the second question, he did seem to be concerned about him due to the clothes.*

It didn't take him much to connect the dots. Ice knew what that posture meant, had seen it reflected upon themself many times. It was the posture of someone who'd either lost everything or was going to soon, if whatever their enemy was caught up.

It still seemed to be getting colder, but quicker now, like an oncoming avalanche. A slowly approaching end.

"Me? Oh- I'm. I'm Flurry. Sorry, I probably should have said that sooner..." That was awkward. Really, again? Blizzard really needed to get better at this introductions thing. "And, for the other part... I've seen worse."

It wasn't really a lie, snow had. Now that plagued their worst nightmares.

“Mrr..cold..” *Neko couldn’t help but shiver when it got colder, even having to place his remaining hand over his mouth and let out a kitten-like sneeze- or well, if they could do that. They just had to ignore the cold, Right? Or..try- so the stranger won’t have to worry more! But then, Wouldn’t they have to do something for them about it? Too much cold wasn’t really nice to experience at all.. Neko shook his head in response to the apology, soon seeming like his last response caught their attention.* “It’s- fine, really! I’m just..glad he isn’t here, I wouldn’t like anyone else to be in danger or have to experience bad things.. Ohuh- I’m Neko Anon, Neko for short, nice to meet you! I don’t really..look like this but- due to, someone, I will be staying like this for a bit-..hopefully-“ *Neko gave him an apologetic smile for a bit via closing his eyes, rubbing the back of his head a bit as well. As for the last comment, Neko didn’t know what to say about it, though he moved himself closer enough to Flurry, only to show him his remaining paw, trying to offer him some comfort via pats or something of the sorts, as well as be friendly.* “Will you need a pat? Hug? Or..a blanket, Flurry? I’d be fine with trying to summon things and give you comfort, too! And if it is- fine with you, May I..keep you company? It..doesn’t have to be for a lot of time, if you’d rather that-“ *They didn’t feel like staying by themselves, asides of wanting to meet him better and possibly befriend him too but at the same time, they didn’t wish him to feel forced to keep them company.*

Oh. It was the cold again, wasn't it? But... He wanted to keep talking for them for a little longer. They'd get away before it was fatal, so it'd be alright.

Neko? That was a cool name. Flurry was oddly reminded of his teenage days, in which they'd learned what that word even meant.

When ice had a life.

The moment that Neko moved closer to him, the cold spiked up, almost unbearable. It was like standing on top of a tall mountain, intense and most likely painful. As soon as blizzard realized their closeness, he took a quick step back, the cold getting slightly more bearable the moment he did.

"No, no. I'm... I'm not cold. You should wear them, though. Though... I'd. Like spending time with you."

The cloud man sounded a little awkward, but not mean. Like someone who hadn't quite done conversation in a while.

*As soon as the cold spiked up, Neko winced and tensed, letting out a faint yet broken hiss at his own pain as his paw’s fingers did a small twitch, like if the paw wanted to close to be a fist, or something like that. He seemed to be..confused? for a bit before something clicked in his mind.* “You are..the one who causes the place to be cold? That’s so- awesome and cool!-“ *Neko spoke their mind, showing excitement about it as his hand is now close to himself, standing on this spot. They then did a small nod of understanding, soon closing their eyes to give him a smile, seeming to be happy. Still in pain mainly due to their own situation, but happy to have company and someone new to consider a friend. If he were to still have his tail, it’d most likely sway a lot.* “Got it, Friend! As long as that can help in a way..I think I can give it a try to soft clothes- oh, btw! Will it be fine if we talk more about yourself? I’m not sure if you are..going to be okay with questions about what you experienced but, I don’t want to ask things about it if it is something that could upset you or anything bad. I also know we just..met not so long ago but- I can say for sure, that you can count on me if you need someone to vent to- or someone to protect you from danger!” *They were curious, and looking forward to help regardless of the situation. They also did a M!A in their mind, which that made them wear winter and warm clothes, the top of their head have bandages along with their back and right wrist to at least stop the bleeding from those spots for now.*

#/ I'm losing touch; get me? \ / Roleplay \#/ They tell me I'm a god \ / IC \#/ Wish we could turn back time \ / Flurry \#/ Neko Anon \ / Interaction \

Oh no, they'd figured it out. Flurry had braced himself for the insults and the fear that usually came with that discovery, so when Neko started to compliment them for it instead? Ice was at a loss of words, looking thoroughly confused. It was honestly a little funny.

"It... It is?" Blizzard's voice was even softer than usual due to how puzzling this entire situation was. Not only that, but they kept talking, and they... Wanted to know more about snow? Why? He wasn't all that interesting, at the end of the day. More like instinctually dangerous. This was just so weird.

"I mean- Sure? I. I guess? I don't know why you'd want to know more about me, though."

[ @demxnic-hedgehog-gxd ] A fairly common occurrence for the entity was active stalking when any new prey caught his eye. Of course sometimes it was highly calculated, discrete. Other times? He WANTED it to be obvious someone was being followed, watched even. And currently that's what this self proclaimed god was doing. This bomb head seemed like a good addition to his collection. Just only now how to go about collecting them...

Ya know why not have fun with this? He had time. Always had time. It was fun to play with new souls after all.

A small chuckle escapes him. Though he does stay in his disguised form. He knew it was... far less menacing. Made him look like an edgy meme really but it was easier to maneuver this way. That aside-

'huh. He does look fairly strong. Stronger than most- if not all in my collection... this'll be fun :)'

Frankly, Fighter didn't give enough of a damn as to who was following them. She knew that if they stepped any closer, well... It'd be the last thing they ever did. Why hurry the inevitable?

Besides, it'd been a while since he got into a fight. A while meaning a few hours, which would be the usual for most, but definitely not for bomb. Metal's hands were itching for a neck to just wrap them around, his brass knuckles looking sad without at least a little blood decorating them. Fuck it, flame was done waiting.

"Come out, I don' bite." Much.

#/ I feel fear for the very last time \ / Fighter \#/ They tell me I'm a god \ / IC \#/ Demxnic Hedgehog Gxd \ / Interaction \#/ I'm losing touch; get me? \ / Roleplay \

Xeno lets out a noise of confusion. Pulling back VERY quickly. Bro probably took some fabric with him as he falters and attempts to move away. Baffled turns to an eyebrow raise with a slightly strained grin.

A 'WTF' expression really. He spits to the side. Fabric now out of the mouth. Face tinted a light red before.

"Fucking DEGENERATE-"

The bombhead smirked at Xeno's reaction, looking all too satisfied with himself for being able to rile him up like this. To be fair, that's exactly what she was looking for, to win whatever it was the the hedgehog had started. If the other looked close enough, he could see how brass' skin and muscle fixed itself, fast and precise.

"Don' dish out what ya can' take."

Metal looks so fucking smug.

[ @demxnic-hedgehog-gxd ] A fairly common occurrence for the entity was active stalking when any new prey caught his eye. Of course sometimes it was highly calculated, discrete. Other times? He WANTED it to be obvious someone was being followed, watched even. And currently that's what this self proclaimed god was doing. This bomb head seemed like a good addition to his collection. Just only now how to go about collecting them...

Ya know why not have fun with this? He had time. Always had time. It was fun to play with new souls after all.

A small chuckle escapes him. Though he does stay in his disguised form. He knew it was... far less menacing. Made him look like an edgy meme really but it was easier to maneuver this way. That aside-

'huh. He does look fairly strong. Stronger than most- if not all in my collection... this'll be fun :)'

Frankly, Fighter didn't give enough of a damn as to who was following them. She knew that if they stepped any closer, well... It'd be the last thing they ever did. Why hurry the inevitable?

Besides, it'd been a while since he got into a fight. A while meaning a few hours, which would be the usual for most, but definitely not for bomb. Metal's hands were itching for a neck to just wrap them around, his brass knuckles looking sad without at least a little blood decorating them. Fuck it, flame was done waiting.

"Come out, I don' bite." Much.

The sheer comedy this is to the actually rpers- anyway.

There was a collision most definitely. Xeno taking the hit to the face but recovering relatively quickly. By that I mean he uses the momentum of the other's hit to roll backwards before going BACK into ball form and once again spindashing. This time at an angle. Which- moves him to be behind Fighter and he slams down into the other's back, before jumping off and uncurling.

"I can keep up just fine. Can you?"

He takes the hit with stride, stumbling for a few seconds before it'd regained her balance. Fuck, flame was really having fun here. Fighter started to laugh, light and wild.

"I sure fucking can. I'll fuckin show ya, hm?"

Fuck trying to punch Xeno, metal decided to just tackle him head on.

LMAO BC I ROUNDED IT TO A TWELVE YEAH NICE SHOT

Xeno lets out a noise. Fucking hell dude he wasn't expecting THAT of all things. Wincing but letting out a breathy laugh. There goes the wind as he rolls away slightly. Taking a second to regain himself. Not banged up- just surprised.

Fighter smirked at catching the hedgehog off guard, getting up and off the ground the moment that Xeno had freed himself out from under it. Metal slammed their fists together, the brass knuckles on them digging into their metal flesh and making a nasty sound, somewhat like nails on chalkboard.

Sure, flame wasn't the sharpest tool in the shed, but they sure could fight dirty. Hopefully that'd distracted Xeno enough for brass to get another good hit in, which is exactly what he attempted to do, brass knuckles aiming straight at his stomach.

Nah man. This time he fucking leaps up doing a back flip. A couple back flips. Ok this small ass form was getting annoying and fairly draining. He grins.

Do do I can't write transformations. But anyway. Big boy/pos

He snarls, mouth in a sharp, large grin. Tail wagging slowly. C'mon. Take your next best shot.

The bombhead blinked, surprised at his opponent's sudden change of appearance. He was rather pretty, actually. Taller than flame too, which wasn't all that common. Still, what metal was truly focused on was beating him.

Once again, metal just runs straight at Xeno, looking to tackle him again. If it worked once it might work again, and besides, he was taller now.

The bigger they are, the harder they fall right?

Only issue is.

Weight.

Like deadass Xeno fucking stands his ground. Claws digging into the ground below him, making imprints. Yeah someone would notice those later.

Quite a funny turn of events though. He's not literally just holding Fighter still. Grin prominent.

"Nice try, pretty boy."

Oh no. He was not going to fucking lose a fight of strength, of all things. The bombhead practically growls before digging his feet into the ground, trying to get Xeno to topple over by pure manpower.

"Won't be a try for much longer."

Xeno's grin grows. Oh he was SO riled up over this. Never had he ever had such a fight like this. The sparring with X stopped a long time ago. So this was almost a new experience.

Though when you're a 'God' you don't stoop low and play fair. Xeno growls before straight up biting the other on the shoulder. Large bite mind you. Was an attempt to take off the shoulder but he underestimated just how hard he needed to bite. Lmao there is. A sound though. Certainly the sound you'd hear when something metal breaks <3. Broken skin ig.

#/ I feel fear for the very last time \ / Fighter \#/ They tell me I'm a god \ / IC \#/ Demxnic Hedgehog Gxd \ / Interaction \#/ I'm losing touch; get me? \ / Roleplay \

Fighter's hold on the hedgehog stuttered for a second, a choked out groan coming out of their mouth. In normal circumstances, that'd had been hot. Granted, it still was in this one, but it was finally a chance to get back at Xeno for all of the earlier comments.

"Damn, at least take a guy to dinner first."

Saying that, he pushed back against the self-proclaimed god, teeth most likely sinking deeper into metal's flesh.

[ @demxnic-hedgehog-gxd ] A fairly common occurrence for the entity was active stalking when any new prey caught his eye. Of course sometimes it was highly calculated, discrete. Other times? He WANTED it to be obvious someone was being followed, watched even. And currently that's what this self proclaimed god was doing. This bomb head seemed like a good addition to his collection. Just only now how to go about collecting them...

Ya know why not have fun with this? He had time. Always had time. It was fun to play with new souls after all.

A small chuckle escapes him. Though he does stay in his disguised form. He knew it was... far less menacing. Made him look like an edgy meme really but it was easier to maneuver this way. That aside-

'huh. He does look fairly strong. Stronger than most- if not all in my collection... this'll be fun :)'

Frankly, Fighter didn't give enough of a damn as to who was following them. She knew that if they stepped any closer, well... It'd be the last thing they ever did. Why hurry the inevitable?

Besides, it'd been a while since he got into a fight. A while meaning a few hours, which would be the usual for most, but definitely not for bomb. Metal's hands were itching for a neck to just wrap them around, his brass knuckles looking sad without at least a little blood decorating them. Fuck it, flame was done waiting.

"Come out, I don' bite." Much.

The sheer comedy this is to the actually rpers- anyway.

There was a collision most definitely. Xeno taking the hit to the face but recovering relatively quickly. By that I mean he uses the momentum of the other's hit to roll backwards before going BACK into ball form and once again spindashing. This time at an angle. Which- moves him to be behind Fighter and he slams down into the other's back, before jumping off and uncurling.

"I can keep up just fine. Can you?"

He takes the hit with stride, stumbling for a few seconds before it'd regained her balance. Fuck, flame was really having fun here. Fighter started to laugh, light and wild.

"I sure fucking can. I'll fuckin show ya, hm?"

Fuck trying to punch Xeno, metal decided to just tackle him head on.

LMAO BC I ROUNDED IT TO A TWELVE YEAH NICE SHOT

Xeno lets out a noise. Fucking hell dude he wasn't expecting THAT of all things. Wincing but letting out a breathy laugh. There goes the wind as he rolls away slightly. Taking a second to regain himself. Not banged up- just surprised.

Fighter smirked at catching the hedgehog off guard, getting up and off the ground the moment that Xeno had freed himself out from under it. Metal slammed their fists together, the brass knuckles on them digging into their metal flesh and making a nasty sound, somewhat like nails on chalkboard.

Sure, flame wasn't the sharpest tool in the shed, but they sure could fight dirty. Hopefully that'd distracted Xeno enough for brass to get another good hit in, which is exactly what he attempted to do, brass knuckles aiming straight at his stomach.

Nah man. This time he fucking leaps up doing a back flip. A couple back flips. Ok this small ass form was getting annoying and fairly draining. He grins.

Do do I can't write transformations. But anyway. Big boy/pos

He snarls, mouth in a sharp, large grin. Tail wagging slowly. C'mon. Take your next best shot.

The bombhead blinked, surprised at his opponent's sudden change of appearance. He was rather pretty, actually. Taller than flame too, which wasn't all that common. Still, what metal was truly focused on was beating him.

Once again, metal just runs straight at Xeno, looking to tackle him again. If it worked once it might work again, and besides, he was taller now.

The bigger they are, the harder they fall right?

Only issue is.

Weight.

Like deadass Xeno fucking stands his ground. Claws digging into the ground below him, making imprints. Yeah someone would notice those later.

Quite a funny turn of events though. He's not literally just holding Fighter still. Grin prominent.

"Nice try, pretty boy."

#/ They tell me I'm a god \ / IC \#/ I feel fear for the very last time \ / Fighter \#/ Demxnic Hedgehog Gxd \ / Interaction \#/ I'm losing touch; get me? \ / Roleplay \

Oh no. He was not going to fucking lose a fight of strength, of all things. The bombhead practically growls before digging his feet into the ground, trying to get Xeno to topple over by pure manpower.

"Won't be a try for much longer."

[ @demxnic-hedgehog-gxd ] A fairly common occurrence for the entity was active stalking when any new prey caught his eye. Of course sometimes it was highly calculated, discrete. Other times? He WANTED it to be obvious someone was being followed, watched even. And currently that's what this self proclaimed god was doing. This bomb head seemed like a good addition to his collection. Just only now how to go about collecting them...

Ya know why not have fun with this? He had time. Always had time. It was fun to play with new souls after all.

A small chuckle escapes him. Though he does stay in his disguised form. He knew it was... far less menacing. Made him look like an edgy meme really but it was easier to maneuver this way. That aside-

'huh. He does look fairly strong. Stronger than most- if not all in my collection... this'll be fun :)'

Frankly, Fighter didn't give enough of a damn as to who was following them. She knew that if they stepped any closer, well... It'd be the last thing they ever did. Why hurry the inevitable?

Besides, it'd been a while since he got into a fight. A while meaning a few hours, which would be the usual for most, but definitely not for bomb. Metal's hands were itching for a neck to just wrap them around, his brass knuckles looking sad without at least a little blood decorating them. Fuck it, flame was done waiting.

"Come out, I don' bite." Much.

The sheer comedy this is to the actually rpers- anyway.

There was a collision most definitely. Xeno taking the hit to the face but recovering relatively quickly. By that I mean he uses the momentum of the other's hit to roll backwards before going BACK into ball form and once again spindashing. This time at an angle. Which- moves him to be behind Fighter and he slams down into the other's back, before jumping off and uncurling.

"I can keep up just fine. Can you?"

He takes the hit with stride, stumbling for a few seconds before it'd regained her balance. Fuck, flame was really having fun here. Fighter started to laugh, light and wild.

"I sure fucking can. I'll fuckin show ya, hm?"

Fuck trying to punch Xeno, metal decided to just tackle him head on.

LMAO BC I ROUNDED IT TO A TWELVE YEAH NICE SHOT

Xeno lets out a noise. Fucking hell dude he wasn't expecting THAT of all things. Wincing but letting out a breathy laugh. There goes the wind as he rolls away slightly. Taking a second to regain himself. Not banged up- just surprised.

Fighter smirked at catching the hedgehog off guard, getting up and off the ground the moment that Xeno had freed himself out from under it. Metal slammed their fists together, the brass knuckles on them digging into their metal flesh and making a nasty sound, somewhat like nails on chalkboard.

Sure, flame wasn't the sharpest tool in the shed, but they sure could fight dirty. Hopefully that'd distracted Xeno enough for brass to get another good hit in, which is exactly what he attempted to do, brass knuckles aiming straight at his stomach.

Nah man. This time he fucking leaps up doing a back flip. A couple back flips. Ok this small ass form was getting annoying and fairly draining. He grins.

Do do I can't write transformations. But anyway. Big boy/pos

He snarls, mouth in a sharp, large grin. Tail wagging slowly. C'mon. Take your next best shot.

#/ Demxnic Hedgehog Gxd \ / Interaction \#/ I'm losing touch; get me? \ / Roleplay \#/ They tell me I'm a god \ / IC \#/ I feel fear for the very last time \ / Fighter \

The bombhead blinked, surprised at his opponent's sudden change of appearance. He was rather pretty, actually. Taller than flame too, which wasn't all that common. Still, what metal was truly focused on was beating him.

Once again, metal just runs straight at Xeno, looking to tackle him again. If it worked once it might work again, and besides, he was taller now.

The bigger they are, the harder they fall right?

[ @demxnic-hedgehog-gxd ] A fairly common occurrence for the entity was active stalking when any new prey caught his eye. Of course sometimes it was highly calculated, discrete. Other times? He WANTED it to be obvious someone was being followed, watched even. And currently that's what this self proclaimed god was doing. This bomb head seemed like a good addition to his collection. Just only now how to go about collecting them...

Ya know why not have fun with this? He had time. Always had time. It was fun to play with new souls after all.

A small chuckle escapes him. Though he does stay in his disguised form. He knew it was... far less menacing. Made him look like an edgy meme really but it was easier to maneuver this way. That aside-

'huh. He does look fairly strong. Stronger than most- if not all in my collection... this'll be fun :)'

Frankly, Fighter didn't give enough of a damn as to who was following them. She knew that if they stepped any closer, well... It'd be the last thing they ever did. Why hurry the inevitable?

Besides, it'd been a while since he got into a fight. A while meaning a few hours, which would be the usual for most, but definitely not for bomb. Metal's hands were itching for a neck to just wrap them around, his brass knuckles looking sad without at least a little blood decorating them. Fuck it, flame was done waiting.

"Come out, I don' bite." Much.

The sheer comedy this is to the actually rpers- anyway.

There was a collision most definitely. Xeno taking the hit to the face but recovering relatively quickly. By that I mean he uses the momentum of the other's hit to roll backwards before going BACK into ball form and once again spindashing. This time at an angle. Which- moves him to be behind Fighter and he slams down into the other's back, before jumping off and uncurling.

"I can keep up just fine. Can you?"

He takes the hit with stride, stumbling for a few seconds before it'd regained her balance. Fuck, flame was really having fun here. Fighter started to laugh, light and wild.

"I sure fucking can. I'll fuckin show ya, hm?"

Fuck trying to punch Xeno, metal decided to just tackle him head on.

LMAO BC I ROUNDED IT TO A TWELVE YEAH NICE SHOT

Xeno lets out a noise. Fucking hell dude he wasn't expecting THAT of all things. Wincing but letting out a breathy laugh. There goes the wind as he rolls away slightly. Taking a second to regain himself. Not banged up- just surprised.

#/ I'm losing touch; get me? \ / Roleplay \#/ Demxnic Hedgehog Gxd \ / Interaction \#/ I feel fear for the very last time \ / Fighter \#/ They tell me I'm a god \ / IC \

Fighter smirked at catching the hedgehog off guard, getting up and off the ground the moment that Xeno had freed himself out from under it. Metal slammed their fists together, the brass knuckles on them digging into their metal flesh and making a nasty sound, somewhat like nails on chalkboard.

Sure, flame wasn't the sharpest tool in the shed, but they sure could fight dirty. Hopefully that'd distracted Xeno enough for brass to get another good hit in, which is exactly what he attempted to do, brass knuckles aiming straight at his stomach.

"Uh. Noooot too long? Like maybe an hour in total? Not in one sitting your world has been open to us for like- months." -Caring

Now that was a little odd to think about. It was a bit reassuring that they hadn't been watching for long, they'd rather not have had an spectator ice wasn't even aware of watching the worst moments of their life.

"Huh. That's... A better answer than I thought I would get."

One less possible stalker off the list.

#/ Have I gained too much? \ / Ask \#/ On an empty tank to the bank \ / Anon \#/ Wish we could turn back time \ / Flurry \#/ They tell me I'm a god \ / IC \#/ Caring \ / Named Anon \

*Neko was somewhere in this world, although they look quite..different- hurt, to be exact, asides of having a device that allows them to speak and hear. Unluckily, they couldn’t do anything about their appearance and clothes but, hopefully they won’t get too much attention nor accidentally in troubles, regardless of making the place be messy wherever they go due to the missing hand and unhinged jaw, maybe even those fake tears like the ones Exe has. He started wandering around, exploring the places while looking for something they might be able to wear to be less..scary in a way- or at least, bandages for certain spots of his body.*

For some reason, it was starting to get colder. Not a natural sort of cold, like the one you'd feel with a sudden gust of wind, but... Like something creeping up on you, slowly. A hunter.

And then Flurry showed up around the corner. He paused when they spotted Neko, blinking. They were hurt, that's for sure. Maybe if ice's situation had been more normal, blizzard would have run, but honestly? They were worried.

"Are you... Ok?"

*”Why is it..getting cold? Is it..something new about this place?- No..I don’t- it could be him, trying to give a scare or fight unfairly again!” Neko managed to think, quickly turning around and jumping back to take some distance from the possible enemy, only to soon take both a defensive and offensive kind of pose. Though as soon as they heard where the voice came from, Neko gazed at Flurry quickly, having to drop that kind of pose moments later while their gaze showed a hint of confusion at the other’s appearance. Their pupils were slits, and their ears and tail were most likely gone. Although, his back may be the worst part to see.. Other than that, the few small shaking of his body might be noticeable enough, they didn’t seem to happen very often now. They stared for a bit, eventually doing a small nod, not really wishing to worry more ppl.* “Yeah! I’m- fine, I will be fine- thanks for asking.. ..Who are you? Did something happen? And- How are you not- afraid of this whole..thing?-“ *The device that has a mini version of Tails spoke for Neko, them having a small mixture of feelings such as curiosity, concern and confusion, as they might be wanting to ask them many questions as the time pass. He also pointed at himself with his remaining hand when he asked that last question, referring to the appearance. As for the second question, he did seem to be concerned about him due to the clothes.*

It didn't take him much to connect the dots. Ice knew what that posture meant, had seen it reflected upon themself many times. It was the posture of someone who'd either lost everything or was going to soon, if whatever their enemy was caught up.

It still seemed to be getting colder, but quicker now, like an oncoming avalanche. A slowly approaching end.

"Me? Oh- I'm. I'm Flurry. Sorry, I probably should have said that sooner..." That was awkward. Really, again? Blizzard really needed to get better at this introductions thing. "And, for the other part... I've seen worse."

It wasn't really a lie, snow had. Now that plagued their worst nightmares.

“Mrr..cold..” *Neko couldn’t help but shiver when it got colder, even having to place his remaining hand over his mouth and let out a kitten-like sneeze- or well, if they could do that. They just had to ignore the cold, Right? Or..try- so the stranger won’t have to worry more! But then, Wouldn’t they have to do something for them about it? Too much cold wasn’t really nice to experience at all.. Neko shook his head in response to the apology, soon seeming like his last response caught their attention.* “It’s- fine, really! I’m just..glad he isn’t here, I wouldn’t like anyone else to be in danger or have to experience bad things.. Ohuh- I’m Neko Anon, Neko for short, nice to meet you! I don’t really..look like this but- due to, someone, I will be staying like this for a bit-..hopefully-“ *Neko gave him an apologetic smile for a bit via closing his eyes, rubbing the back of his head a bit as well. As for the last comment, Neko didn’t know what to say about it, though he moved himself closer enough to Flurry, only to show him his remaining paw, trying to offer him some comfort via pats or something of the sorts, as well as be friendly.* “Will you need a pat? Hug? Or..a blanket, Flurry? I’d be fine with trying to summon things and give you comfort, too! And if it is- fine with you, May I..keep you company? It..doesn’t have to be for a lot of time, if you’d rather that-“ *They didn’t feel like staying by themselves, asides of wanting to meet him better and possibly befriend him too but at the same time, they didn’t wish him to feel forced to keep them company.*

#/ They tell me I'm a god \ / IC \#/ Wish we could turn back time \ / Flurry \#/ I'm losing touch; get me? \ / Roleplay \#/ Neko Anon \ / Interaction \

Oh. It was the cold again, wasn't it? But... He wanted to keep talking for them for a little longer. They'd get away before it was fatal, so it'd be alright.

Neko? That was a cool name. Flurry was oddly reminded of his teenage days, in which they'd learned what that word even meant.

When ice had a life.

The moment that Neko moved closer to him, the cold spiked up, almost unbearable. It was like standing on top of a tall mountain, intense and most likely painful. As soon as blizzard realized their closeness, he took a quick step back, the cold getting slightly more bearable the moment he did.

"No, no. I'm... I'm not cold. You should wear them, though. Though... I'd. Like spending time with you."

The cloud man sounded a little awkward, but not mean. Like someone who hadn't quite done conversation in a while.

[ @demxnic-hedgehog-gxd ] A fairly common occurrence for the entity was active stalking when any new prey caught his eye. Of course sometimes it was highly calculated, discrete. Other times? He WANTED it to be obvious someone was being followed, watched even. And currently that's what this self proclaimed god was doing. This bomb head seemed like a good addition to his collection. Just only now how to go about collecting them...

Ya know why not have fun with this? He had time. Always had time. It was fun to play with new souls after all.

A small chuckle escapes him. Though he does stay in his disguised form. He knew it was... far less menacing. Made him look like an edgy meme really but it was easier to maneuver this way. That aside-

'huh. He does look fairly strong. Stronger than most- if not all in my collection... this'll be fun :)'

Frankly, Fighter didn't give enough of a damn as to who was following them. She knew that if they stepped any closer, well... It'd be the last thing they ever did. Why hurry the inevitable?

Besides, it'd been a while since he got into a fight. A while meaning a few hours, which would be the usual for most, but definitely not for bomb. Metal's hands were itching for a neck to just wrap them around, his brass knuckles looking sad without at least a little blood decorating them. Fuck it, flame was done waiting.

"Come out, I don' bite." Much.

#/ They tell me I'm a god \ / IC \#/ I feel fear for the very last time \ / Fighter \#/ Demxnic Hedgehog Gxd \ / Interaction \#/ I'm losing touch; get me? \ / Roleplay \

The sheer comedy this is to the actually rpers- anyway.

There was a collision most definitely. Xeno taking the hit to the face but recovering relatively quickly. By that I mean he uses the momentum of the other's hit to roll backwards before going BACK into ball form and once again spindashing. This time at an angle. Which- moves him to be behind Fighter and he slams down into the other's back, before jumping off and uncurling.

"I can keep up just fine. Can you?"

He takes the hit with stride, stumbling for a few seconds before it'd regained her balance. Fuck, flame was really having fun here. Fighter started to laugh, light and wild.

"I sure fucking can. I'll fuckin show ya, hm?"

Fuck trying to punch Xeno, metal decided to just tackle him head on.

"Kiiiinda? Varies on who you ask. Some are on the run because they're war weapons and some task force is sent to kill them. Even though they don't... want to hurt anyone. Multiverse is wild. Anyway your case in particular is a bit less known but there's a few cases out there. None good I can say that much."

A grimace.

"And hey if anything I'm not one for working with said tasks forces. I don't like watching innocent people get killed for the what ifs- ya know?" -Caring

Ah. Well, that was a little reassuring, by which ice meant that at least he wasn't about to be handed to Fighter on a silver platter. Still... They felt, well, bad. Empathy was a motherfucker sometimes.

"I'm glad you aren't."

Blizzard didn't really have the heart to hurt people. At least, not without feeling guilty about it for days afterwards.

"How... Long, have you been watching me?"

An understandable question, really.

#/ They tell me I'm a god \ / IC \#/ Caring \ / Named Anon \#/ Wish we could turn back time \ / Flurry \#/ On an empty tank to the bank \ / Anon \#/ Have I gained too much? \ / Ask \

[ @demxnic-hedgehog-gxd ] A fairly common occurrence for the entity was active stalking when any new prey caught his eye. Of course sometimes it was highly calculated, discrete. Other times? He WANTED it to be obvious someone was being followed, watched even. And currently that's what this self proclaimed god was doing. This bomb head seemed like a good addition to his collection. Just only now how to go about collecting them...

Ya know why not have fun with this? He had time. Always had time. It was fun to play with new souls after all.

A small chuckle escapes him. Though he does stay in his disguised form. He knew it was... far less menacing. Made him look like an edgy meme really but it was easier to maneuver this way. That aside-

'huh. He does look fairly strong. Stronger than most- if not all in my collection... this'll be fun :)'

Frankly, Fighter didn't give enough of a damn as to who was following them. She knew that if they stepped any closer, well... It'd be the last thing they ever did. Why hurry the inevitable?

Besides, it'd been a while since he got into a fight. A while meaning a few hours, which would be the usual for most, but definitely not for bomb. Metal's hands were itching for a neck to just wrap them around, his brass knuckles looking sad without at least a little blood decorating them. Fuck it, flame was done waiting.

"Come out, I don' bite." Much.

Oh? Xeno's grin widens. Someone who actually accepts challenges? This was new. He chuckles, and just casually walking into view. He's aware of how much smaller he appears but ah well. The stalking was fun. He casually leans at an odd angle, hands behind their back as they look up at Fighter. "Aw, didn't like the little chase all that much?"

He laughs, moving to stretch slightly, ya know why not wait to see who makes the first move. Crystal had ages to kill.

He was dense in most cases, but certainly not when someone who could actually pose a challenge to her showed up. In metal's position in life, that was learned from trial and error, and flame certainly had more than enough of that.

"Hm. Ya actually seem strong. Shame I'll have ta beat ya to a pulp."

Fighter took its time approaching the hedgehog, one slow step after another.

Xeno grins, not bothering to make any movement towards nor away from the approaching Fighter. His wide grin turns sharp, sharklike.

"I would not underestimate me. I'm a creature you know nothing about. You'll make a great toy."

He chuckles, scanning the other up and down. Strong, confident. Like himself. Such a shame. This one was real pretty too, maybe he wouldn't take their looks away. Who knows.

Oh, cocky. He respected it, considering she was just like that. Granted, looking at it, who wouldn't be with a body like this one? With a strength such as this? Metal smirked, predatory and so, so eager. Hopefully this one would put up a real fight, brass didn't want to be disappointed after all the build up.

"And ya'll make a great pelt for my office."

In the blink of an eye, the bombhead had made flame's way right in front of Xeno, fist pulled back.

His eyes widen momentarily before homie deadass drops into a ball, mostly to dodge before taking a moment to spin dash into the other. Ha. A Pelt.

How cute.

He blinked, surprised, but recovers fairly quickly. It was only a hit if you let it be one, if you did nothing in return, right? Instead of dodging, the bombhead decides to take it head on, hands trying to grab onto the other as metal's chest is collided against.

I swear I'm not making him overpowered I literally didn't try to roll a 19 on my d20-

Anyway. As he's literally bouncing right off Fighter he does get caught. Neatly in ball form. Now here's the kicker. The way Fighter is holding him? Xeno uncurls just enough to kick himself out the other's grip. Rolling back to the ground and popping up with a grin.

"Really? That's all you got. C'mon Pretty Boy. Bring it."

#/ They tell me I'm a god \ / IC \#/ Demxnic Hedgehog Gxd \ / Interaction \#/ I'm losing touch; get me? \ / Roleplay \#/ I feel fear for the very last time \ / Fighter \

Oh, this really was going to be fun. Fighter didn't look hurt at all, but to be fair neither did the other, so she supposed that made them even. Their grin got sharper, almost... Excited?

"Don' havta tell me twice. Try to keep up."

Almost as soon as metal spoke, they charged at Xeno again, knee aiming straight at Xeno's face.

"That came out far too ominous I'm sorry."

A hand raise of surrender before Caring runs a hand over their hair.

"Ok let's start at the top. My name is Caring. Caring Anon. We anon are many, some good, some bad, and some vary from circumstance to circumstance. You. Are one in many versions of a singular person. An alternate Universe if you will. So as to why I know your situation it's uh- kinda sorta common in the multiverse." -Caring

Likely story. Snow's still more than a little creeped out, but at least it seems like ice is willing to hear them out again. Though, what they were hearing was... Huh.

"So there's... More people in my situation?"

That was incredibly unfortunate. More Fighters was a nightmare that blizzard really didn't want to think about.

#/ Have I gained too much? \ / Ask \#/ On an empty tank to the bank \ / Anon \#/ They tell me I'm a god \ / IC \#/ Wish we could turn back time \ / Flurry \#/ Caring \ / Named Anon \

[ @demxnic-hedgehog-gxd ] A fairly common occurrence for the entity was active stalking when any new prey caught his eye. Of course sometimes it was highly calculated, discrete. Other times? He WANTED it to be obvious someone was being followed, watched even. And currently that's what this self proclaimed god was doing. This bomb head seemed like a good addition to his collection. Just only now how to go about collecting them...

Ya know why not have fun with this? He had time. Always had time. It was fun to play with new souls after all.

A small chuckle escapes him. Though he does stay in his disguised form. He knew it was... far less menacing. Made him look like an edgy meme really but it was easier to maneuver this way. That aside-

'huh. He does look fairly strong. Stronger than most- if not all in my collection... this'll be fun :)'

Frankly, Fighter didn't give enough of a damn as to who was following them. She knew that if they stepped any closer, well... It'd be the last thing they ever did. Why hurry the inevitable?

Besides, it'd been a while since he got into a fight. A while meaning a few hours, which would be the usual for most, but definitely not for bomb. Metal's hands were itching for a neck to just wrap them around, his brass knuckles looking sad without at least a little blood decorating them. Fuck it, flame was done waiting.

"Come out, I don' bite." Much.

Oh? Xeno's grin widens. Someone who actually accepts challenges? This was new. He chuckles, and just casually walking into view. He's aware of how much smaller he appears but ah well. The stalking was fun. He casually leans at an odd angle, hands behind their back as they look up at Fighter. "Aw, didn't like the little chase all that much?"

He laughs, moving to stretch slightly, ya know why not wait to see who makes the first move. Crystal had ages to kill.

He was dense in most cases, but certainly not when someone who could actually pose a challenge to her showed up. In metal's position in life, that was learned from trial and error, and flame certainly had more than enough of that.

"Hm. Ya actually seem strong. Shame I'll have ta beat ya to a pulp."

Fighter took its time approaching the hedgehog, one slow step after another.

Xeno grins, not bothering to make any movement towards nor away from the approaching Fighter. His wide grin turns sharp, sharklike.

"I would not underestimate me. I'm a creature you know nothing about. You'll make a great toy."

He chuckles, scanning the other up and down. Strong, confident. Like himself. Such a shame. This one was real pretty too, maybe he wouldn't take their looks away. Who knows.

Oh, cocky. He respected it, considering she was just like that. Granted, looking at it, who wouldn't be with a body like this one? With a strength such as this? Metal smirked, predatory and so, so eager. Hopefully this one would put up a real fight, brass didn't want to be disappointed after all the build up.

"And ya'll make a great pelt for my office."

In the blink of an eye, the bombhead had made flame's way right in front of Xeno, fist pulled back.

His eyes widen momentarily before homie deadass drops into a ball, mostly to dodge before taking a moment to spin dash into the other. Ha. A Pelt.

How cute.

#/ Demxnic Hedgehog Gxd \ / Interaction \#/ I'm losing touch; get me? \ / Roleplay \#/ They tell me I'm a god \ / IC \#/ I feel fear for the very last time \ / Fighter \

He blinked, surprised, but recovers fairly quickly. It was only a hit if you let it be one, if you did nothing in return, right? Instead of dodging, the bombhead decides to take it head on, hands trying to grab onto the other as metal's chest is collided against.

*Neko was somewhere in this world, although they look quite..different- hurt, to be exact, asides of having a device that allows them to speak and hear. Unluckily, they couldn’t do anything about their appearance and clothes but, hopefully they won’t get too much attention nor accidentally in troubles, regardless of making the place be messy wherever they go due to the missing hand and unhinged jaw, maybe even those fake tears like the ones Exe has. He started wandering around, exploring the places while looking for something they might be able to wear to be less..scary in a way- or at least, bandages for certain spots of his body.*

For some reason, it was starting to get colder. Not a natural sort of cold, like the one you'd feel with a sudden gust of wind, but... Like something creeping up on you, slowly. A hunter.

And then Flurry showed up around the corner. He paused when they spotted Neko, blinking. They were hurt, that's for sure. Maybe if ice's situation had been more normal, blizzard would have run, but honestly? They were worried.

"Are you... Ok?"

*”Why is it..getting cold? Is it..something new about this place?- No..I don’t- it could be him, trying to give a scare or fight unfairly again!” Neko managed to think, quickly turning around and jumping back to take some distance from the possible enemy, only to soon take both a defensive and offensive kind of pose. Though as soon as they heard where the voice came from, Neko gazed at Flurry quickly, having to drop that kind of pose moments later while their gaze showed a hint of confusion at the other’s appearance. Their pupils were slits, and their ears and tail were most likely gone. Although, his back may be the worst part to see.. Other than that, the few small shaking of his body might be noticeable enough, they didn’t seem to happen very often now. They stared for a bit, eventually doing a small nod, not really wishing to worry more ppl.* “Yeah! I’m- fine, I will be fine- thanks for asking.. ..Who are you? Did something happen? And- How are you not- afraid of this whole..thing?-“ *The device that has a mini version of Tails spoke for Neko, them having a small mixture of feelings such as curiosity, concern and confusion, as they might be wanting to ask them many questions as the time pass. He also pointed at himself with his remaining hand when he asked that last question, referring to the appearance. As for the second question, he did seem to be concerned about him due to the clothes.*