The Turbinid-Dragon scales had stopped falling. Reap drew herself away from Tinge’s upper ‘personal space’ bubble, dropping back down to the ground. She locked in place when the person finally came into view… Next to a gigantic (to a human- 12′) seven-tailed scorpion. It was glistening, collapsed to the ground as it puffed and huffed in agony. Stood before it was the being Tinge dared address, garbed in complete metal with a glowing purple line where the eye-holes should have been.
“…. Another Hollow, and not one of my design… How interesting..” It completely ignored her words. The seven-foot-tall being circled Tinge slowly, examining her from head to toe. “… A mix of a hedgehog and a hawk… And somehow colored black, with red stripes…. Wears shoes, too…- Probably an attempt to ignore The Blessing… But why would you ignore such a gift?”
It raised both hands, as if exalting the insane mish-mash world around them. In one hand rested the jewel Tinge was after- glowing and pulsing. Everywhere the being went, The Abyss weakened around it,- poisoned by a magic far removed from its own. The being watched Tinge for any reaction as its head returned to a more proper position.
“…. The Hollow is not affected by it… How interesting… I must examine this phenomenon further…”
Reap took a step back. She could feel the magic of The Abyss weakening in her when Bondrewd stepped closer, and strengthening when he backed away. A warning hiss escaped her.
❝ I’m not a Hollow. I was born like this. Everyone on my homeworld is like me. Well, kind of. Obviously not a planet of hedgehog-hawk hybrids, but, y’know. ❞
As she stood there, inspected by the figure, she idly used the jets in her boots to push away any of the fallen scales. She didn’t want to get poisoned anytime soon. Toxins in her or not, Tinge masked her disgust well, able to piece together from Reap’s reactions and the strange figure’s voice who this was: none other than Bondrewed, or perhaps a clone of his.
She kept her beak sealed, not telling him anything else about her. All he needed to know was that she came from another world, one very far from the Abyss, and that the Chaos Emerald ought to be resting with her. The energy giving her plumage its golden undertones lightly crackled as she drew closer to the gem.
Tinge watched as the world appeared to wither around him, but the Emerald stayed true: an intense shade of purple, the most alluring shade it could be. The hedgehawk lightly held out her hand, palm turned up, looking the figure directly in the eye, hot pink pupils to a neon purple line. An energy surrounded her hand, and it began to surround the Emerald as well.
❝ I don’t know how it got here. But it cannot stay. ❞
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