Darkened Soul

When you walk into a tornado and you know damn well it’s a tornado, you don’t get to bitch when that tornado rips you apart.  (custom icons by dr-starline. Custom header by the-darkest-hedgehogs)

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The violet hedgehog stood on a roadside somewhere in the middle of the dystopian neon city, leaning on a light pole with his shades down over his eyes. He was having a difficult time with all cognitive function, catatonic with a loud ringing filling his ears. It was as if the internal operating system in his brain had stopped responding, though his heart was racing. He couldn’t even think just staring blankly across the street while hover cars zoomed by and passersby avoided getting near him. Soon his nose began to drip blood, twin black rivers running down over his lips and landing on the concrete at his feet. 

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Fuckity shitballs 

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pandemonium-in-purple​:

Open starter for mutuals

The violet hedgehog stood on a roadside somewhere in the middle of the dystopian neon city, leaning on a light pole with his shades down over his eyes. He was having a difficult time with all cognitive function, catatonic with a loud ringing filling his ears. It was as if the internal operating system in his brain had stopped responding, though his heart was racing. He couldn’t even think just staring blankly across the street while hover cars zoomed by and passersby avoided getting near him. Soon his nose began to drip blood, twin black rivers running down over his lips and landing on the concrete at his feet. 

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Open starter for mutuals

The violet hedgehog stood on a roadside somewhere in the middle of the dystopian neon city, leaning on a light pole with his shades down over his eyes. He was having a difficult time with all cognitive function, catatonic with a loud ringing filling his ears. It was as if the internal operating system in his brain had stopped responding, though his heart was racing. He couldn’t even think just staring blankly across the street while hover cars zoomed by and passersby avoided getting near him. Soon his nose began to drip blood, twin black rivers running down over his lips and landing on the concrete at his feet. 

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Open starter for mutuals

The violet hedgehog stood on a roadside somewhere in the middle of the dystopian neon city, leaning on a light pole with his shades down over his eyes. He was having a difficult time with all cognitive function, catatonic with a loud ringing filling his ears. It was as if the internal operating system in his brain had stopped responding, though his heart was racing. He couldn't even think just staring blankly across the street while hover cars zoomed by and passersby avoided getting near him. Soon his nose began to drip blood, twin black rivers running down over his lips and landing on the concrete at his feet. 

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Hi guys

I know it’s been a while.

But I’m going to post an open starter for mutuals 

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“Think I’ll stab someone in the throat today. That’s always fun”

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“This feels like a day I’m gonna have t’ stab a bunch a’ shitheads.

Actually… 

That’s every day”

“Who pissed in yer cereal this time, Vee?” A familiar voice rang out, though his appearance was quite drastically changed from their last encounter so long ago now.

“Been a while, yeah? How’s shit goin’, hot shot~? I thought you woulda croaked by now. But then again, yer a Scourge. We’re a lot harder ta kill than the average Moebian~.”

An amused little smirk played on his lips as he looked the other over, almost thinking this person was unknown to him for a moment. But he had quickly registered that familiar voice.“Nobody in particular. Stabbing is just daily business as usual, you should know by now.” He laughed darkly.

“Honestly, I can say the same for you. I didn’t think my softy self could survive... Unless you’re playin’ it safe and livin’ some mundane existence devoid of excitement and danger.”

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“This feels like a day I’m gonna have t’ stab a bunch a’ shitheads.

Actually... 

That’s every day”

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Trippy Skull - Jazz / Glitch Black

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“Not loud enough fer some people.” It seemed the bigger the mess Char made, the more officers they sent after him. It was disheartening to say the least. He still wasn’t as dark or as gruesome as his counterpart, but he sure as hell had lost some common morals along the way. “I wouldn’t say I’ve gone an’ embraced anythin’. I just do what I need ta survive now. If it involves murderin’ a handful o’ cops, then so be it.” Though Scourge mentioned sending those souvenirs to the families, Char seemed hardly affected by it. He wouldn’t encourage it, but he wouldn’t discourage it either. It was a testament. A statement. A warning to the families and bounty hunters alike. They would think twice before messing with Scourge again. 

“A lot has changed since I last visited ya. Hence why I need an Anarchy Beryl. I’ve had enough with these damned feds. It’s time I take the war ta their home zone, the way they brought it ta mine.” Ears lowered and Char scoffed, allowing himself to lean back against the wall of the elevator. It was clear he wasn’t pleased with the idea, but he had no other options at this point. He would do whatever necessary to ensure his freedom and the safety of those he loved and cared for. “There’ve been too many close calls lately. They’ve driven me inta a corner. With my own power, I ain’t strong enough. But with a Beryl? I can take out their entire zone with ease.”

Scourge just snerked and eyed his green counterpart. The violet devil seemed to be amused if anything at the other’s admission to dispatching zone enforcement troops. It did do his tragic heart some good to hear of another Scourge playing their rightful role as a fugitive. “The whole No Zone huh?” He hardly sounded of any discernible emotion. The elevator came to a stop and he silently led the other out and down the hall to his penthouse.

“It’s good to know you’re expected to do something for me if I give you the beryl” He told him, looking back over his shoulder at him with a wicked grin as he used a finger print scanner to open the door. Inside was a dark aesthetic accentuated and dimly lit in neon pinks purple. The air was colder than comfortable for most, giving it a real sense of it being a home to evil. Most of the furniture was black leather, and a few seats made of velvet. “Sit anywhere you want” Scourge told his visitor, gesturing to the wide lounge room with wrap around seating. Meanwhile he went behind the bar off to the right to prepare their drinks. The glass bottle would be heard clinking and clanging as the hedgehog went through his collection, trying to decide on what he wanted his alter to try. “So, how many have ya snuffed so far? Killi’n just one of those guys ensures a war on you for the rest of your life.” He let out a small chuckle and hummed, looking up from the bar to see his guest’s face. “Y’know, not even I have found it necessary to kill one’a them shitheads. Heheh. Boy would I fuckin’ love to... But I’ll be damned if I’m gonna be chased all over fuckin multiverse unable to rest or build a new empire for myself.”

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“Chaos, you’re real fuckin’ annoying you know that?” Scourge said, agitated and looking his challenger up and down. He wanted to just stamp this cocky fucker out like the miserable life of an insect daring to crawl on his crown.

Suddenly the purple hedgehog reached his right hand into the left side of his jacket and his left into the right side. In the blink of an eye he had thrown a barrage of eight knives at the other. He could feel that the other may actually be capable, so Scourge was relentless. Sprinting around the walls of the large room while the knives still flew, he launched off from one and aimed a spinning saw blade kick at the right side of his opponent.

Blackout followed the movements of the other with an unnatural ease. He visibly smirked at the purple hedgehog, before erupting into a ball of flame, that looked as if he had created a sun in that very room. Though not nearly that hot, the ball easily melted the knives in mid-air, and threatened to to the same to the purple hedgehog’s leg if he didn’t pull back quickly.

By the time the ball of fire had dissipated, the hedgehog within was missing, with no evidence of having left his initial position. This challenger clearly was no hero, with already no regard for his opponent’s life.

Scourge was a hyper aware hedgehog, even more so than a fly’s acute sense of danger. He registered the scorching heat before it was too late to pull his leg in and spun right passed the ball of flame. Hitting a wall, he rebounded off and slid to a stop on the floor. He quickly realized the other had used his trick to vanish, and it annoyed him. “Oh good, some Houdini bullshit” 

Vulnerable on all sides, Scourge leaped up into a corner of the room and held himself there with all limbs outstretched. There he had the chance to react to an attack, rather than being on the floor where he would be wide open on all sides. 

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Losing my focus

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“Few things, there, kiddo. First, I’m not a Shadow, second, I’m far more dangerous than a gun, third, you have never, and will never fight ‘one of me’… other than me.”

He stood up from the sitting position he had been in,

“And fourth, I’m not impressed by your bragging. I’ve seen scarier things than you before breakfast for most of my life. My name is Blackout. Do not forget it, I will not bother reminding you.”

He rolled his neck, and got into his fighting stance,

“And finally, try and keep me entertained, won’t you?”

“Chaos, you’re real fuckin’ annoying you know that?” Scourge said, agitated and looking his challenger up and down. He wanted to just stamp this cocky fucker out like the miserable life of an insect daring to crawl on his crown.

Suddenly the purple hedgehog reached his right hand into the left side of his jacket and his left into the right side. In the blink of an eye he had thrown a barrage of eight knives at the other. He could feel that the other may actually be capable, so Scourge was relentless. Sprinting around the walls of the large room while the knives still flew, he launched off from one and aimed a spinning saw blade kick at the right side of his opponent.

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Char had never been able to get a straight answer out of his alternate before, he should have expected this time to be no different. He could play along for now. He really needed that Beryl. “I could go fer a drink.” It had been a couple of weeks since the last time he’d had a chance to indulge. Much like his counterpart, he sought a mostly clean body and wiped free as much of the blood from the base of his shoes as possible before sticking to the cleaner bits of the floor as he made his way to the elevator. “I hope ya got somethin’ strong.” After all the shit he’d been through lately, nothing would feel better than drowning himself in bottles of strong liquor. Anything to numb the stress from his recent mishaps. 

The emerald fugitive stood beside his purple twin and placed both hands down into his pockets, shooting his red eyed acquaintance a sidelong glance and his infamous fanged grin. “Seem’s like ya’ve been doin’ as good fer yerself as one could expect. I thought you’d’ve ditched this place by now. I’m glad ya didn’t though. It made findin’ ya a lot easier than it could’ve been. Ya made quite a mess o’ those guys though. Not that I’m complainin’. I ain’t got room ta talk.” He’d been downing officers for months now himself, some killed in a more gruesome manner than others.

“I’ve got 70 black market and some interstellar sprits.”  Scourge took note of the other copying his actions of wiping his shoes on the bodies and was actually a little suprised, if not also a little pleased. He remembered that the last time this alter was around, he was trying to convince him he had a soft side. Meanwhile Viol said the other was soft.

He hit a button on the elevator panel and the doors shut before it began to lift. “I make a mess out’a all my enemies. It sends a very loud and clear message.” Scourge snickered and leaned with his back and a foot to the wall with his arms crossed. “That’s why their families will be gettin’ some gruesome souvenirs from their slaughtering.” Of course he had to remind the other Scourge who he was dealing with, trying to gauge how much he’d apparently hardened up since they last saw one another.

“How do you mean you have no room to talk? Have you gone back to embracing your true nature?”