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@kronosknight
Call out my name When you see the tide turn me away
AU WHISPER THE WOLF SNIPED BY SHADOWCHELLEN
OOC. ( gave silver’s about page a MASSIVE revamp. honestly i’m not very satisfied with the background portion and i am very very sure that there are typos and stilted sentences and i really need to learn how to vary sentence structure but my god it is 2:54 am where i am at and i’ve been working on this the entire day and i Must Sleep GOOD NIGHT i love you all and i will work on replies in the morning. )
peek-into-the-multiverse:
“I’m sorry, I was just pushing buttons! All I knew was that things were happening and I panicked.”
Truth be told, she didn’t play video games all that often. Every once in a while when she was at Tails’s place, but that was it.
Little to say, this was her first time playing with Silver. If she knew that this would be how he took to losing, she might not have button mashed as desperately as she did.
She place the controler on her lap before leaning back as well to be more face to face with him.
“Do you want me to pick a different character and try again…? Or are you done for now?”
Button mashing! Amy won by button mashing! That’s... actually pretty funny, but it also brings a somewhat embarrassed flush to Silver’s muzzle. He’s a tournament winner. Brought down by button mashing. Cool. Cool, cool, cool. He’ll admit that Amy’s unpredictable press-everything style did throw a wrench into his finely-crafted, tested-and-true tactics, though. Probably because said tactics were mostly for when he’s playing against that others that, er... knew what they were doing. ( No offense, Amy! )
He stays silent for a moment, letting Amy’s offer sink in. His pride demands a rematch, fire burning in his gut. His conscience, however, tells him that he was a bit of a brat. Sure, he’s not the most... gracious loser, but that doesn’t excuse his little outburst. Implying that the other wasn’t even supposed to be able to beat him? Opposite of awesome. ❝It’s—It’s up to you,❞ he says, sitting back up and correcting his posture. ❝Uh, sorry about that, by the way. I think I got a bit too invested,❞ he chuckles, rubbing the quills at the back of his head.
His hand reaches for his controller again, jouncing it a couple of times. ❝Like I said, it’s up to you, but I’m down for a rematch if you are.❞ He flashes her a quick, close-lipped smile. Of course, if Amy declines, then he understands. If she accepts and happens to beat him again, then... he’ll just have to swallow his ego, won’t he?
❝That makes no sense!❞ Silver exclaims, voice cracking in the middle of his sentence. 𝗣𝗟𝗔𝗬𝗘𝗥 𝟮 𝗪𝗜𝗡𝗦! flashes on the screen in bright red text, the character that he was controlling lying face down and motionless on the screen. The other character is busy doing their stupid little dance in celebration complete with their stupid little theme song. It’s enough to make his eye twitch.
He places his controller on the carpet and leans against the panels of the sofa behind him. His arms cross, a petulant pout forming on his mouth; his ridges furrow together. He looks at his companion, eyes lidded in an unamused expression. ❝I totally should have beat you with that last combo. I have no idea how you blocked it,❞ he sniffs. He’s good at this game—that’s what he thinks, at least. He’s won a few local, friendly tournaments before, and as far as he’s aware, this is the other’s first time playing the game. He just doesn’t understand it!
syzysage:
‶Ah, geez. Again?‶ Ivy’s face furrows slight as she shuffles her way over to where the hedgehog was. She gently lifts a couple of the pieces around where Silver had lifted the cup in question, huffing as they are seemed to be barren of stickers, as well.
Stupid kids…These things tend to happen a lot in smaller shops. Since she was the only one there most times, it wasn’t very easy keeping an eye on everyone.‶Sorry about that. Sometimes we have people come in and mess around with the stickers. Pull them off, stick them in other places, and what not.‶ Ivy gives Silver a small, reassuring smile. It’s not like it was his fault or anything.
‶We have a paper trail just for these situations, though.‶ She takes a quick glance inside of the cup to make mental note of the few numbers etched inside before making her way behind the counter. ‶One second, if you don’t mind?‶
❝Don’t worry about it!❞ Silver says, moving so that he wouldn’t be in Ivy’s way. He throws a sympathetic look her way as well; it must be annoying finding stickers plastered where they shouldn’t be and having to put them back. It would cost exactly zero rings for other people to be considerate of employees.
He nods, tilting his head slightly to the side right after. ❝Take as much time as you need.❞ As he waits, he takes the time to look at a teapot that seems to match the cup that he’s interested in. Gingerly, he lifts up the lid to take a peek inside before replacing it. These would certainly make those small gatherings feel a bit more... cozy. Now all he has to do is actually figure out how to make a decent cup of tea.
syzysage:
At first, Ivy didn’t even realize that she was staring at the poor guy. She had been working the register for so long that she was pretty much familiar with everyone who walked in. Seeing someone new was a little confounding. Was he new around here? Has he always been here and just never stopped by? …Is he trying to steal something? These were all questions that could be easily asked and answered without staring holes in his head…
…Wait, where’s the head?
The tuff of quills she was inquisitively (and, quite rudely) gawking at was no longer a head, but a pair of eyes. She was just able to make out what he said in her own started state.
‶Oh! Yes, very! …T-They’re handmade by the lady who owns this place.‶ Perhaps apologizing instead of immediately advertising would have been a more appropriate response.
❝Handmade?❞ Silver turns the teacup over in his hands once more, gazing upon it with a newfound appreciation and a tinge of awe. Then, he lets out a little laugh that edges on nervousness, eyes now looking at anything besides the other. Handmade. And he almost broke it. ❝Do you... work here?❞ he asks tentatively. It’s his first time in this store, having been drawn in by the gorgeous pottery on display outside, so he can’t say that he knows any of the employees. Plus, she seems to know whoever owns the place, so he thinks it’s a safe assumption to make. ( If she turns out to not work here, then he supposes he could just... leave the city and change his name out of embarrassment... okay, that might be a bit drastic. )
❝Do you happen to know how much the cup is?❞ he compounds onto his previous question. ❝I couldn’t find any pricing.❞ Something tells him that it might be a bit more than he could afford, but it couldn’t hurt to ask! ...and it might get rid of some of the awkward air. He can’t fault the employee for staring at him, though. He’s aware that his quills tend to make him... stick out, and being a new face surely would lend to their curiosity.
boku-no-terios:
❛ hmph. ❜ is the response given, grateful for the few moments of peace given from the other soon after as they make their way towards the establishment. honestly, it was rather ridiculous of shadow to be even humouring the kid, but…
that wasn’t a thought he wanted to think about, and so he would just do as he likes. like he usually did.
ruby eyes settled on the gilded sign with the words ‘ 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐌𝐞𝐚𝐧 𝐕𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐚 𝐁𝐞𝐚𝐧 ’. his gaze flickered to scan the area with faint curiosity before catching that smile at silver’s mouth in the corner of his peripherals. he did his best to ignore it, keeping the frown at his lips. the shop certainly looked nice and it was very….silver. yes, that’s the word. pastel. cheery. bright. exactly like silver.
he sighed a little, reconsidering what he might have gotten himself into. was this really what he wanted to do with his time? did he really wanted to foster this kind of …relationship or even allow for something of the like to occur? he supposed it was a bit too late to back out now, and shadow wasn’t the type TO back out regardless if the situation is unfavourable or not. once he made up his mind on something, it’d have to be something major to get him to rescind his decision.
few have accomplished this however.
as the door glows cyan and then swings open, shadow’s frown deepened on his lips as he just stalked forward with fisted hands at his side. his own dark fur colour and striking red stripes already look so out of place just outside of the shop, upon entering it became even more apparent. he kept his head low, ruby eyes peering ever so slightly under his furrowed bridges. he’ll just order his cone quickly and get this over with.
taking a few more steps inside of the establishment, he immediately took his station to the side to let silver to follow in and just stood there without a word. his gaze was casted to the side, unable to look silver in the eye or even the patrons of the establishment. his throat locked up on him, unable to produce any sounds at just how out of place he felt. he fists remained tight at his side, his entire body tense and stiff. he stood there like a VERY angry gargoyle that refused to look at his ‘companion’.
he REALLY regretted coming here. he was so out of place.
Silver follows behind Shadow, using his powers to close the door behind him. He goes to stand besides Shadow at what he hopes is a comfortable enough distance; an employee looks at them and calls out their usual greeting. He dismisses their attention with a smile and a polite wave. He clasps his hands behind his back, eyes glancing over to the other hedgehog.
Now, Silver knows that people tend to write him off as oblivious but he’s pretty proud of how perceptive he can be, and right now, his perceptions are telling him that Shadow seems a bit... miserable. ( Although he supposes that even the densest hedgehog around would be able to tell you that. Those clenched fists and stiff posture do not equal a relaxed hog. ) Maybe—just maybe—this wasn’t the best idea. His mouth turns into a slight frown, a single bridge raising up.
He wants to be friends with Shadow, he does, but that would be hard to accomplish if the other won’t look at him or even acknowledge his existence. Maybe he pushed a bit too much a bit too quickly. He should have known that Shadow wouldn’t like a place such as this. It’s too saccharine, too cloying. Too unlike Shadow. Mentally, he’s facepalming. Big time. He swears he could feel the sting actually manifesting on his forehead.
He can still salvage this, though! ...he thinks.
A cleared throat later and he speaks up. ❝You could tell me what you want and wait outside. I could order for you,❞ he offers, voice growing higher at the end of the sentence. ❝If you’d prefer that. There’s a line, anyway.❞ Indeed, there is one, and it’s lengthy enough.
Silver gestures at a tiered display case, painted in those same colors from outside, with various tubs of ice cream—there’s even some gelato off to the side. A few tubs looks to be half empty, while others look like there’s been naught but a couple of scoops taken from them. All of them have a sign stuck at the front declaring the flavor with flourishing handwriting: pistacho, mocha almond fudge, vanilla, and a whole bunch more. That same handwriting reappears on a blackboard that hangs above, listing out each topping, some of which are displayed on top of the case. From crushed up biscuits to that mysterious strawberry-or-raspberry-or-cherry sauce that Silver mentioned earlier ( it’s strawberry! ), it looks like they’ve got nearly everything.
He rocks back and forth on his heels, hands once again clasping behind his back. ❝I—It’s up to you.❞ An awkward air descends over him, some of his quills poofing up. He decides that looking at the list of toppings is better than staring at the other hog as he waits for an answer.
kronosknight:
OOC. ( made a verses page for anyone who’s interested! i’d include a boom!universe silver there if i knew anything about that universe lol. i also briefly considered adding a moebian version of silver there, but i want to know if people would be interested in that? )
OOC. ( i’ve added a moebius ‘verse silver because i am, what the kids call, a weak man. )
@syzysage sent in! ❝[ glance ] receiver catches sender looking at them❞ | nonverbal prompts
You see, Silver is so engrossed in how delicate this teacup looks like with its watercolor roses wrapping around the side and its golden handle that he doesn’t really register the prickling at the back of his head. The only thing that he can think of right now is the fact that there seems to be no price on there. He flips the teacup over so that he’s looking at the base. Yup, no price. No sticker, no pen, no nothing. In an effort to find someone who could help him, he gives the room around him a cursory glance...
...and ends up locking eyes with Ivy.
Taken very much off guard, he fumbles the teacup in his hand but manages to catch it before it shatters on the ground. Very smooth, Silver. ❝Hi!❞ he calls out, trying to diffuse the awkwardness. ❝Pretty, isn’t it?❞ He holds up the teacup and rotates it from side to side. Oh, if only the ground would swallow him up. Right now, preferably.
@eternalcyber sent in! ❝[ cook ] - sender makes food for receiver❞ | nonverbal prompts.
Silver’s eyes sparkle as Elise places the plate in front of him, a smile pulling at the corners of his mouth. Although he’s used to eating the sort of food—delicacies, honestly, if one looks at them through the lens of someone who comes from a future where all the food is burnt or bland—in the present, he hasn’t had anything home-cooked.
Well. There was this one time that Blaze tried, but...
❝Thank you,❞ he chirps. He grasps his fork and picks up the food sitting in front of him, bringing it to his mouth. He chews on it slowly, ears twitching in delight. Once he finishes that bite, he swallows and wipes his mouth with a cloth napkin. ❝That’s... really good,❞ he says before he continues, a full grin forming on his mouth. The expression on his face reads that his expectations were blown out of the water. Heck, he seems a bit flustered, almost like he can’t believe that he likes it this much. ❝What is this?❞
As he waits for Elise to answer, he starts to eat again.
OOC. ( made a verses page for anyone who’s interested! i’d include a boom!universe silver there if i knew anything about that universe lol. i also briefly considered adding a moebian version of silver there, but i want to know if people would be interested in that? )
ncvabcrn:
why would ally want to destroy such a beautiful planet? if anything, they’re doing the opposite by wanting to help as much as they can, especially when there’s constant threats trying to take away what they cannot appreciate for what it is. the hybrid gives a soft smile- albeit still nervous, but there’s comfort knowing that things are starting off well!
where did they come from? in all honesty, they weren’t sure if their dimension even had a proper name, did they have to come up with one on the spot? ally isn’t very good with that kind of stuff. but they’ll answer honestly,
“i- i’ll be honest, i’m not really sure if where i came from has an official name.” there’s a small pause, their head lifting a bit when one idea does spring up. “i- i think i can just call it the mage dimension? since.. it’s where magebloods like m- myself come from. yeah, mage dimension.” rambling aside, hands would place their spirit staff onto their lap, and letting one now free hand extend itself for a handshake. old habits die hard.
“m- my name’s ally! ally nova, another dimension vagabond at your service.”
Silver eyes the spirit staff in their lap, a single ridge rising up to show his barely disguised curiosity. He doesn’t ask about it, however, instead going to take Ally’s hand in his own. A polite introduction outweighs a cavalcade of questions for right now. His grip is gentle, yet firm, and he bows his head politely as he shakes their hand.
❝It’s good to meet you, Ally,❞ he says, words sounding sincere as opposed to just being a simple platitude. ❝My name is Silver.❞ His parents were real creative when they were naming him ( note the heavy sarcasm ). He lets go of their hand, letting his own come to rest at his side. ❝Do you travel through dimensions a lot?❞ he asks. A cyan light surrounds him as he lifts himself up and mirrors Ally’s cross-legged pose, hovering an inch or so off the ground. Idly, his fingertips coast along the top of the grass as his hands hang past his crossed legs. He remembers once being brought along on a journey to Blaze’s dimension, but that’s about the extent of his dimensional adventures. Something about Ally tells him that they’ve been through a lot more than he has. ❝And—and you said magebloods? Does that mean that you have powers too?❞
He reaches to scratch the back of his head, ridges furrowing together. ❝Sorry. Lots of questions.❞
OOC. ( 여러분, 추석 잘 보내세요!! a happy chuseok to everyone!! )
( whaddya mean it’s been three years- )
( anyway uh, so life had gotten pretty interesting since i left, but after getting my hyperfixation on sonic back along with dealing with my blog getting flagged for some reason i’m now officially back??? maybe?? )
( i don’t doubt that’s it’s been way too long so, i’ll just start from the beginning. this is a rp blog for sonic the hedgehog, specifically classic, modern, AND boom versions. i’m not mutually-exclusive, and i’m pretty easy to interact with, so whoever wants to interact can like/reblog this post. i may need some patience cause it’s been forever since i’ve rped, but i’m incredibly in the mood for it now. )
( i mean, i got a murderous classic, the cool blue modern, and a ‘done with life’ boom. what more could ya even need? )
OOC. ( hello everybody i am so sorry i haven’t been on these past couple of days, it is just that i am currently packing to move. this is terrible timing i know but lol. i should be done soon though, then i’ll start replying. just got my figures to pack. )
nonverbal meme prompts ↪ they seem few & far between, so i tried to come up with as many scenarios as i could think of where dialogue wasn’t a necessary starting point. some are more uh specific than others / drabble-y, but they’re all dialogue-free ( tho ofc this does not necessarily extend to the response itself ). to reverse who sends what, send ‘ [ prompt ]+ ’ ! alter any as you see fit, & lemme know if anything’s unclear ♡
[ pull ] sender pulls receiver closer to them
[ touch ] sender places their hand affectionately on receiver
[ guide ] sender helps receiver through a difficult video game
[ lean ] sender leans on receiver
[ pierce ] sender helps receiver with a new piercing ( doing, aftercare, etc )
[ sit ] sender sits in receiver’s lap
[ spar ] sender pins receiver down in a practice fight
[ cook ] sender makes food for receiver
[ slide ] sender pushes an item across the table to receiver
[ kiss ] sender kisses ( lips, cheek, forehead, hand, etc )
[ lead ] sender leads receiver someplace
[ wound ] sender injures muse in a fight ( practice or real )
[ snap ] sender takes a photo of receiver ( candid or posed )
[ drape ] sender drapes their arm around receiver’s shoulders
[ bullet ] sender takes a bullet for receiver ( literal or figurative )
[ nap ] sender falls asleep against receiver
[ teeth ] sender bears teeth at receiver
[ trace ] sender traces one of receiver’s scars
[ cocktail ] sender makes / gives receiver a cocktail
[ comfort ] sender comforts receiver when they are upset / crying
[ bouquet ] sender surprises receiver with a bouquet
[ massage ] sender gives receiver a massage ( planned, spontaneous, full body, shoulder, etc )
[ mentor ] sender takes muse under their wing
[ tattoo ] sender helps receiver with a new tattoo ( doing, aftercare, etc )
[ dare ] receiver acts out a dare from sender
[ hug ] sender pulls receiver into a hug
[ phone ] receiver sees sender smiling at something on their phone
[ popcorn ] sender makes popcorn for a movie night
[ wake ] sender tries to wake receiver
[ groom ] sender tries to make receiver look more presentable
[ flower ] sender places a flower behind receiver’s ear
[ sad ] sender looks at receiver sorrowfully
[ playlist ] sender curates a playlist
[ fashion show ] sender tries to help receiver choose an outfit
[ shield ] sender steps between receiver and danger
[ bandage ] sender helps bandage up receiver’s wounds
[ duel ] muses get into a fight
[ fear ] sender finds receiver having a nightmare
[ hold ] sender holds receiver’s hand
[ bruise ] sender finds receiver with a bruise / tries to help receiver cover up a bruise
[ brush ] sender brushes / styles / dyes receiver’s hair
[ portrait ] receiver paints a portrait of receiver
[ assist ] sender helps the receiver with a task they’re struggling in
[ wow ] sender does something to really amaze receiver
[ glare ] sender is still hurt after an argument
[ roast ] muses roast marshmallows together / make s’mores
[ shoot ] muses attend a game of paintball
[ diary ] receiver writes a journal entry about sender ( maybe they find it ? )
[ dance ] sender whisks receiver onto to ‘ dance floor ’ ( can be actual or pretend )
[ rest ] sender rests their chin on receiver’s head / shoulder
[ manicure ] sender paints receiver’s nails
[ tuck ] sender tucks in receiver’s shirt, hair behind ear, etc
[ chin ] sender lifts receiver’s chin up
[ lap ] sender puts their feet in receiver’s lap
[ write ] receiver writes sender a note
[ play ] muses play a board game / card game together
[ glance ] receiver catches sender looking at them
[ ill ] sender takes care of receiver when they are unwell
[ hearth ] sender lights a fire
[ tap ] sender taps receiver on the shoulder
[ bake ] muses bake together
[ read ] sender reads to receiver
[ study ] sender tries to help receiver study
[ push ] sender pushes receiver in anger
[ skill ] receiver tries to assist sender in learning a new skill
[ coated ] receiver finds sender covered in blood
[ gesture ] sender motions for receiver to follow them
[ downpour ] receiver finds sender out in the rain
ncvabcrn:
@kronosknight !
they’re watching quietly with only the purest of curiosity- the energy around this hedgehog in particular felt familiar, finding themselves in a weird state of nostalgia. oh, how they miss those old memories, but they couldn’t go back now. ears flick when they gain the courage to say something, mostly just thinking out loud on ally’s end, but it could be a good ice-breaker?
“i- i knew a couple of people back home who had telekinesis.” a pause, letting their legs cross to feel more comfortable in their spot. “is, uh.. that what it’s called here? the thing where you can move stuff with your mind, that’s what i’m referring to. s- sorry.”
Silver can feel someone watching him. Not that he minds, he’s used to being looked at. Although, that mostly happens when he’s displaying his powers, and as far as he’s aware, he hasn’t done anything with them in a hot minute. He wonders what drew their attention; perhaps it was the markings on his gloves? Or his front quills? He gets comments on them all the time.
He turns his head to them when they start talking, head tilting slightly to the side. Oh! He’s pretty sure he’s seen them before in Sonic’s company, but he can’t say that he’s ever had the chance to speak to them.
❝You don’t have to apologize,❞ he says, voice warm. They seem nervous, and he’ll do whatever he needs to to make them feel comfortable. ❝It’s just a question. But, uh, yeah! Telekinesis is right! Psychokinesis works, too. The terms are interchangeable. It’s a common power when I come from.❞
Then, he tilts his head to the other side, an ear twitching as his own curiosity forms. ❝Can I ask where you’re from?❞ he queries, a brow lifting. ❝Not that you have to answer!❞ he hastily adds. He assumes that they’re a dimensional traveler as they look... well... very different from how the average Mobian does... and they must be from a way different dimension as most other travelers that he’s met—if weren’t actively trying to destroy the world—looked like a Mobian. He won’t deny that dimensional travel has always been something of an interest to him; any knowledge he can obtain, he’ll gladly get, and he’s especially interested upon hearing that their dimension might share powers with his own!