Chaos...Control!

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[shxdesofchaos]

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[metallicmadnessincarnate]

∅ thoughts on Umbra? ...this one is to Giga

He stares. Looking twords the hoglets direction. Sniffing until he can make contact with the little hoggie and tenderly, licks at his face. Tail wagging subtly behind him as he affectionately loves on the hoglet.

“Pup…. Precious…. Ccare. Care… tend to… pup…. Like my own….” Is the most you’d get out of him when hes not speaking voidspeech. He returns to loving and doting on umbra, like a first-time mother wolf. Which is, essentially, what this kolossos felt like he was.

[shxdesofchaos]

The hoglet giggles at the licks, even giving little snuffles and sniffing Giga back when Giga sniffs around to relocate him. His own tail is wagging much more obviously, small hands reaching up to do his best equivalent of a hug, careful to avoid the exposed bone areas so he doesn't hurt him.

"I care about you too!" The hoglet chirped, nuzzling into where there's thick fur on Giga.

[candiirabbitart]

Taking your pet cat for a walk, or is your grumpy cat walking you?

[shxdesofchaos]

Me seeing Lordite and following the blog... forgetting I am not on the exe media related blog. Hello I have no personal blog (that is not specifically for venting/screaming or otherwise flooded with discourse)

[shxdesofchaos]

@metallicmadnessincarnate continued from here

Umbra gives a tiny giggle at the sensation of belly rubs. It does feel nice though, and it's not very hard for that plus the gentle song to lull the tired hoglet to doze off somewhat in Infinite's arms, the motion of running as he bobs up and down helps as well.

The cradling is so much better than being nabbed by the scruff. The sleepy hoglet dozing as he's carried off to wherever it is that the survivors all hide out at. Sleeping, or even simply dozing or napping as the little one is doing, seems to speed up his healing factor immensely, as the needle marks on his other arm are already almost gone.

[fatepowered]

" I suppose we'll find out. "

Mephiles himself isn't sure what to expect, he simply knows it will happen. Will it hurt ? Likely - all good things do. Will it be worth it ? Oh, yes it will.

He grasps Shadow's hand, his own clawed paws cold in sharp comparison to Shadow's, as though no life or blood flows through him. There is a moment of utter silence, before the air around the two of them collapses in on itself, and Mephiles vanishes from Shadow's sight.

The introduction of a new soul to Shadow's body is likely an uncomfortable feeling at first, leading then to a momentary splitting pain in his head, though that is soon to fade as Mephiles makes himself at home there. Ah, this is certainly an interesting space... no wonder Shadow is the way he is.

After a few minutes of Mephiles digging around in Shadow's soul as though he were a cat trying to find exactly the perfect place to curl up, he finally gets to work. His own power is dark, foreign, both godlike and diabolic at the same time, but it does what he promises, and the wounds covering Shadow's body begin to heal.

After everything, Mephiles is a villain of his word.

" Should Black Doom attempt to take you on again... he shall be unpleasantly surprised. "

[shxdesofchaos]

It's strange, feeling Mephiles house himself within him. However, his wounds do heal without using any of his own healing factor, the splitting pain in his head is unexpected but it's also brief. A soft grunt leaving him as he blinks after a while once the pain goes away. His fur and quills prickle a little. He can still hear the other being. Can feel him, in a way, nesting into his soul. A soul that resembles that of Maria, but has become significantly less bright in a way.

His soul is jaded, scarred deep by being treated as more property than person by so many people. By so many human hands trying to pass him around after he lost the professor and his own sister. But also by the experimentation and his own creation. But it still burns with a ferocity that he once thought he didn't have when he fell back to the planet after helping with the Final Hazard of the Biolizard and ARK heading on a collision course for it. And again the first time he faced Black Doom.

"Definitely." The hand he'd used to shake Mephiles' own before he'd gone within him goes just over his chest, he can't physically feel Mephiles, but he can still feel him, the amount of latent Chaos energy within Shadow's body is far higher than he shows, the energy pooling and being held almost in reserve by his Inhibitor rings at each wrist and each ankle.

He watches his own hand and arms as the wounds on his body stitch together through Mephiles' power, the curl of divinity and something darker tugging at his senses. He's a lot more energy sensitive than he let's on. His vision tinted very slightly as he can see the faint traces of chaos energy in the very air from everything around them.

It's awkward, almost, as Mephiles is able to see every inch of what makes him... himself. All the way down to how it held together even when he had amnesia after the fall and brief stasis.

"You... okay in there?" Shadow asked, a bit awkward. He knows Mephiles is foreign within his own body, and given how he was made. He is slightly concerned that his body could think Mephiles is a illness or disease and attempt to get rid of him. As his immune system is extremely well off, if not outright insane. After all he was immune to everything.

"My own energy isn't trying to kick you out or anything?"

[diesel-punk]

"Trying to hold on to all the love you held for me after you were gone felt like trying to hug a dying star

But I would protect your memory with every last molecule of me till the ends of time just to hold the brightness of your smile forever

If the light of a star still shines even after the star is gone,

And a shadow will show you the way to find the light,

Then let me be the Shadow that always points back to the starlight of your love."

(I recommend the musical pairing of listening to Saturn by Sleeping At Last for with this one)

[fatepowered]

ah, this is simply going quite splendidly ! better than mephiles could have hoped. he holds up a hand as though making a pledge. " here are my answers to your questions. one - you will have full control over your body. I am merely lending you my abilities to enhance your own, in a way that black doom will not be able to replicate. " this is not a lie - mephiles isn't interested in possessing him the way a pitiful demon might. no, he wants to be independent as soon as possible, and accessing shadow's power can make that happen.

" to your second point - if there came a point where giving me control would be beneficial, say, to fully access my own godlike power, that would be on you to decide. otherwise, i will remain, shall we say, in the passenger's seat. " here, mephiles wanted to present himself as a win-win type of situation for shadow. no, he wasn't interested in keeping shadow's body, and no, he wasn't interested in puppeteering him, as fun as that might be. he needed to bide his time until he was strong enough to take his own solid form once more.

" are these answers satisfactory ? "

[shxdesofchaos]

He isn't sure what to think when Mephiles holds his hand up like he's making a pledge, perhaps it's a mocking gesture, but the words seem truthful enough. The second answer claws at a part of the back of his brain. The part used to being under someone else's control, no matter if it was good or not, the part that GUN had trained, that the ARK, even, had trained. That same part itches in a way that makes him wary. Can he really trust that Mephiles is being truthful?

The answer to that, of course, is no, not really. The partial deity had a vested interest in getting him to agree to this, and that was existing again in solid form. Logically, he knows that. He's faced between which is the worse evil, in this case, and Mephiles, at least, has not expressed explicit interest in using him as a vessel and completely trying to erase his individuality.

"...For now." Shadow's words are spoken in a quiet, reflective tone, "Those answers are satisfactory, as they were the most... pressing."

He holds a hand up for Mephiles to shake with him, as awkward as it is, one of the fingers of the glove appears to be missing, revealing the black fingertip with the currently sheathed red claw and the lighter grey pad of the paw's fingertip. A similar line of course has destroyed some of the palm enough to show that, and it's just plain black fur with no center or palm pad like most Mobians tend to have.

There's a lengthy pause from the ebony hedgehog, before he clears his throat, "So... how exactly is this going to... happen?"

He's used to the Doom abilities causing pain, he's not sure how a sort of... fusion? Is supposed to feel, in this case, his ears bending back slightly in a sort of awkward uncertainty. He's never had to allow someone to 'become one' with him. The only point of reference of course is his super form, with the emeralds... but he doubts it's similar since as seemingly sentient as the emeralds seem at times, at least to him, he has to be the one to initiate it, to channel their power to take them into himself.

[metallicmadnessincarnate]

Peep! Peep! Peep! Quack!

There are some hedgehog noises behind Starline. Peeping at the new figure before him, and then quacking continues as he's quacking more than peeping since he doesn't know where he is.

Oh — hm ? What could be that noise - was there ducks outside again ? Maybe if he got his binoculars he could watch them — wait . Theres peeping , too close to be ducks outside , so —

Ah ! — a hoglet ? ! The platypus is more than just surprised when he turns to see the young lifeform looking at him . Had the doctor done something to shadow without his knowledge ? Possibly . . . Hm . How curious .

The doc moves to bend down to the young ones level , tilting his head as he moves to place a hand on his head , an attempt to shush his worried quacking . “Hello there little one — my , you sound lost . How did you get here , hm ? I don’t think I’ve ever seen you around . “ a blatant lie , a poker face . He was a masterclass at those two things .

[shxdesofchaos]

Oh! The person noticed him! He is going to pipe down now, staring up at Starline as he speaks and blinking slowly. He nods at the sounding lost tidbit, a quiet quack leaving his tiny little body.

"I dunno mister..." He pipes up in a quiet tone, a polite lil hoglet that he is.

[shxdesofchaos]

Ykw

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[shxdesofchaos]

How adorable are you ?

(I will be doing each variant with many icons)

"Um...thank you?" Sombra blinked.

Blinking... Keir isn't sure how the hell he's that cute... but sure.

Fair enough.

The tiny hoglet does not understand. Is he really that ugly...?

...Why? Is it because he's small?

[metallicmadnessincarnate]

[ @shxdesofchaos since ima struggle remembering the reply if i do it in a separate post LMAO ]

“..they probably are hiding from eggman . . . i remember once during my training he told me there were cameras everywhere , in every room , watching every mission — he showed me a recording of the jungle incident . . . When i asked . . And . . It . It looked alot different from how you described it . It looked like you killed them with your bare hands . “ he still doesn’t look at him. His eyes shift to a smaller shape out of fear of the memory . The way the deaths were so gruesome and horrific — it still rung through his mind enough to make the young pup tremble . Tightly hugging himself with a sharp breath . “So if . . If they are , alive . Dad — the doctor — knows their faces . Know’s who they are .” And has been hiding it from him the entire time .

“Believe me . I know he doesn’t give mercy . Why do you think i act the way i do ? Im his little pet .” It’s said with a painfully amused tone before he spits the last part out with a huff . Shaking his head as he notices the liquid draining . Shaking his body out when it’s all gone and the mask is lifted from his maw . Finally , his head turns to the other . His face slightly narrows .

“If that isnt the dumbest idea you’ve had yet . “ a slight snarl in his tone . “ i know how young i am , but i’m still a monstrous war-criminal . You saw the shit i did , so why act all nice and shit ? I’d expect you to just take me in to G.U.N or something since you didn’t let the blue hero kill me for good . “ theres no — hate - in his voice — moreso unamused anger . At himself , most likely . His tail tucks and he holds his legs close , lightly glaring at the hedgehog . “Seriously , for an agent you aren’t doing too well . Plus , i wouldn’t likely understand any of it . The doc might be all tech but i never got to use any of it , im an idiot when it comes to anything but mauling someone .”

[shxdesofchaos]

"I said not to lunge at me. And yes, I am aware. You may be unaware myself but I literally tried to destroy the entire planet. Twice. Also, I work on commission for G.U.N. Meaning - essentially, Infinite - I do not have to take orders from them. I only do so because it's more convenient for me than having them hunt me down and remind me that I'm their property." The ebony hedgehog replied right back to the teen's outburst,

"Also, you are a teenager. A child. And manipulated by Eggman as a result of that into doing everything that you did during the war. While it doesn't entirely absolve you of those things, it puts into perspective that you should not receive the same treatment as an adult who'd done all of this."

The hybrid brings out a simple tablet, it's surface is flat, with a rather large display for ease of viewing as he holds it out to the jackal, it's already unlocked, so there's no passcode to enter, displaying each folder for each member of the Jackal squad and where they have been sighted for the past few years in extremely brief snippets, even down to their false aliases.

"Put even more simply, I'm not an agent. To G.U.N, I am an Asset. They use agent because they have to since I'm working on commission for them. Just like I work on commission for the Restoration, and even at points for the President. You don't hear how they talk about me behind closed doors, or know how little rights I actually have. So please, don't assume."

[enaergy]

                          ❝  hmm.  how  about  .  .  .   no.   ❞ one  snap  ( &. )  the  chaos  emerald  disappears  somewhere  into  the  void  safely for  the  time  being.  he  had  appreciated  the  prowess  from  afar  but  truthfully,  he  wasn't  going  to  fuck  around  (  &.  )  find  out  himself.  he'll  give  it  back  at  the  end  of  the  day  since  there's  no  real  use  keeping  them.  ❝ you  can't  blame  me  for  the  programming  of  my  creation  now,  can  you  ?   he  acts  on  pure  instincts  given  to  him  by  me. ❞   said  with  a  hint  of  pride  (  &.  )  also  narcissism.  such  a  wonderful  creation  of  his  doing  as  intended  still  after  so  long  ?   not  even  EXE  could  do  so.

    yet  lord  x  shakes  his  head  (  &.  )  tauntingly  wiggles  his  fingers  in  a  similar  fashion  to  sonic.   ❝  allow  me  to  say  this  one:  no  cheaters.  i'm  sure  you  would  get  this  the  best  out  of  all  the  survivors  out  here.  ❞ in  one  way  lord  x  wasn't  going  to  let  umbra  just  take  him  out  yet,  plus  having  a  chaos  emeralds  when  knuckles  didn't  have  his  master  emerald  or  when  metal  couldn't  transform  into  neo  wasn't  fair  for  any  other  victim  now,  was  it  ?

     ❝ i'll  play  fair  for  you  this  time ⸻   one  round  with  me  as  the  executioner.  one :   everybody  gets  revived  afterwards  immediately.  two :   i  won't  be  bending  this  reality  to  my  will  since  this  isn't  my  game.  ❞  with  each  rule  listed,  he  counts  fingers  like  he  was  talking  to  a  toddler.  ( &.  )  in  turn  he  tosses  away  his  red  rings,  nullifying  their  use  as  well.  he  also  has  to  note  to  not  mess  up  the  next  map  more  than  it  already  is,  his  past  version  PROBABLY  had  already  done  all  the  work  of  messing  it  up.  but  he's  giving  these  guys  one  advantage:  lord  x  wasn't  allowed  to  teleport  them  or  mess  with  their  brain  -  logic  a  ny  further.

    he  turns  his  back,   ❝ three :  i'll  return  your  precious  little  gem  to  you  after  we  have  had  our  fun  ( &.  )  give  you  a  break  you  all  desire ⸻  all  these  games  must  tire  you  out.  ( &.  ) until  kolossos  isn't  back,  i  don't  believe  it  to  be  fair  for  him  to  miss  out  on  his  games  of  fetch  either.  ❞

[shxdesofchaos]

"You act as if I needed the emerald to beat you." Umbra stretches, watching as the hedgehog counts on each finger as the six foot five inch hybrid settles slightly forward. His ears prick forwards, looking a slight bit miffed at the loss of his favorite emerald, but not immediately reacting to it outside of that.

He'd just have to build it up more. And with his body now fully charged. Well... that would not take long at all.

"So... one full round with you as the only executioner, everyone is revived as soon as it's done, and people get a break after. M'kay." Umbra rolls his shoulders back, the gold of his eyes glowing very faintly, "Also, no, I do not blame you for your creation attacking me on instinct. I blame you for not teaching it proper survival instincts and threat assessment."

"Now, given I assume you're not going to be going easy..."

The hybrid fixes his quills, eyes narrowing as his body begins to spark, "I won't be either."

Unlike his past self, Umbra isn't using teleportation to be fast. There's no trick to his speed. The thrusters on his air shoes working overtime as he blitzes past each of the other survivors picking them up and putting them in a firm circle which he plants himself between Lord X and the others.

While he's not playing around, he's not bringing out the Doom Wings just yet. Not if he doesn't truly need them. Instead using a partial doom morph to open up the third eye usually kept hidden on his head when his Black Arms DNA was inactive. It gives him more field of vision as each set moves independently of each other. Allowing him to look both directions at once and process the information accurately. For now as well, he keeps his inhibitors on. There's no need to go sparking everywhere and burning up more energy even if he has it in a far higher level than his younger self.

[sinfulgamcs]

THIS WAS A NORMAL ROUND. Or rather it was supposed to be your average round. EXE hadn't been able to participate in one for days—leaving it to his companions to keep things handled. And he felt MISERABLE about it ( he missed his hunts. ) Being able to finally return to his hunting grounds has been WONDERFUL...

For the most part.

Damn that infuriatingly handsome bothersome hedgehog. He isn't supposed to become close with his prey ( let alone attached to them. ) But somehow, Keir found a way to worm into his good graces. And far more. “You can't run forever” is growled out as he pursued the other. He paid no mind to the touches at first, assuming them to be simple stuns—until he realized they kept hitting specific spots. And sensitive spots, at that.

He felt his skin heat up at the realization, deepening with every graze against him. Thank gaia for fur or else it'd be obvious that he is BLUSHING. “What the he—ACK.” Exe yelped as he was tackled to the floor. Pinned underneath the darker-furred hedgehog. Before he could complain, he is promptly silenced by the pouch against him ( someone is clearly excited. )

EYES GO WIDE IN SURPRISE. He glanced back and forth between Keir's face and the swollen pouch. It takes him an embarrassingly long time to get his act together and respond. “....That was a one time thing!” He huffed.

“Get off.”

[shxdesofchaos]

Keir lifted an eyebrow, if it hadn't been for the embarrassingly long period of time Exe had taken to actively compose himself and the clear glance down at his pouch, he might have actually thought to get up. But in a way, he also wanted answers.

"Hmm... No." He replied, then chuckled, "And that doesn't actually answer my question, you know. If it was a one time thing, why target me so often during these past few rounds, hm?"

His hands are not idle, lightly teasing at the sensitive areas he'd only just grazed earlier in far bolder motions, he leans down, just a little, so he can speak at a softer volume into Exe's ear.

"The survivor's aren't around. You were targeting me, so I let you and made sure we got a bit of alone time... Seems at least you wanted me this round. And the last one... and the one before that." His voice has a slight growl to it, husky as he speaks into Exe's ear in a low tone that could be considered seductive if it had been intentional. As it is, Keir is just using it now to really slide home that this is a one on one moment.

[shxdesofchaos]

Starter for @tripletrcuble (For Rewrite!)

PS-02 wasn't sure what to make of everything, after the robots and mechs had finally left the facility, he had wobbled his way out, wounds already stitching together as his stomach growled. blood saturated his muzzle and most of his chest fur, the small hybrid at least doing the minimum to get it off his muzzle so he wouldn't constantly taste copper from it and accidentally keep making himself hungry.

Or rather, more hungry than he already felt. His pace was slow, clumsy, as he made his way through the facility until finding one computer that was... still on, somehow. It wasn't broken, it had been entirely left alone, like nobody wanted to touch it. There looked like a desaturated version of... Green Hill? On the screen, Dusk had to clamber up on the chair and even then almost half climb on the desk it was on just to see it better. He was so tired... That rampage had taken more out of him than he expected.

He barely felt the pulling sensation when it started up, only registering briefly, that he wasn't in the facility anymore without comprehending just where he'd gone to before his head thumped in the grass, eyes closing as his head fell forward and his body went a bit limp. He was asleep, mostly. Half conscious but recharging mainly as he'd already been on a form of bedrest to regenerate his chaos energy reserves when he'd gotten injured so much.

He was very drained. Tired. And a bit achy, courtesy of everything that had just happened. So his body had sent him to sleep in order to try and recuperate faster despite the unfamiliar environment and the fact he should certainly be more wary. Green and red blood covered him all over, saturating his fur and his gloves alike. His quills a mess and the small two foot hedgehog looking like he'd been dragged through hell and back and perhaps a bit further.

[shxdesofchaos]

[Rough Play]  for Keir and Exe ( @sinfulgamcs )

It had started off, of course, as a fairly normal round. People were trying to survive exe and it was, to a point, going fairly well. However, knowing what he did now about exe, he of course thought perhaps he could be a bit of a tease, after all the past few rounds, Exe had targeted him explicitly, and well, all was fair in love and war right?

It started with a few glancing touches, just close enough to stun the other without being outright obvious that he was intentionally trying to rile him up before he skated further off from the other survivors, he was the target, after all, may as well let them have a break as he gives him all a hand wave as he goes by to dismiss any help.

Now came the fun part. He upped the ante, being a bit more obvious with what he was doing until he tackled Exe down to his back, technically meant for a stun in most cases but he straddled him, leaning down and lightly nipping at the edge of an ear before lifting his head to lick his lips with a smirk, his position, of course, put the swollen pouch he was sporting by this point in the perfect spot to rub against exe's own body, rocking his hips very slightly to alleviate a little bit of the pressure with a low, clicking purr.

"There a reason you've been targeting me these past couple of rounds so much, hm? Thought you got plenty of me during your cycle~" Keir teased him, chuckle in a low rumble.

[justmemethings]

𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐃 “𝐒𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐇 / 𝐊𝐈𝐒𝐒 (𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐔𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐀𝐆𝐄 𝐌𝐔𝐒𝐄𝐒) 𝐎𝐑 𝐏𝐀𝐒𝐒” + 𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐌𝐘 𝐌𝐔𝐒𝐄 𝐖𝐈𝐋𝐋 𝐇𝐀𝐕𝐄 𝐓𝐎 𝐀𝐍𝐒𝐖𝐄𝐑 𝐇𝐎𝐍𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐋𝐘.

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