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@voxfuturi
[[ good afternoon dash!!
I've got some important news
A new sonic convention has popped up in Reno, and I thought everyone should know about it!
Silver's english voice actor Pete Capella will be attending! It's happening June 13-15, 2025 at the grand sierra hotel in Reno Nevada!
You can find more information at the sonic neon summit web page! [Since Tumblr is mean and won't let me link to it directly.]
[[ good afternoon dash!!
I've got some important news
A new sonic convention has popped up in Reno, and I thought everyone should know about it!
Silver's english voice actor Pete Capella will be attending! It's happening June 13-15, 2025 at the grand sierra hotel in Reno Nevada!
You can find more information at the sonic neon summit web page! [Since Tumblr is mean and won't let me link to it directly.]
[ooc: okay i did do a quick personal drawing today......... @voxfuturi likes black doom........... AHEM]
At least it is clearly robotic, it's not some kind of chimerical horror. Just a very polite chair that raises comfortably up to the table so he could reach all the utensils easily. Nega sits as well though the chair doesn't have to do its little bow maneuver for him. Napkin unfolded with a flourish, the light softens a touch.
"If you'll pardon the admission, I cheated a little bit when it came to the food. One of the facts that survived about you was your diet preferences."
"You've been the subject of several extremely interesting biographies. Please, go ahead."
The soup is still nice and hot, there's a plethora of spices in it and a nice little garnish. There's ice water right beside it. The EPITOME of luxury in the future. Ice was hard to come by and non-chlorine tasting water even more so. Cut up little slices of those blue lemons were available to put in the glasses as well.
He's halfway to taking a spoonful of soup before the first question seems to pop in and he's learning forward just a little. Radiating enthusiasm, so much so that the food is a -second- or even third thought!
"The fragmented history we have on you says you aren't just the discoverer of the Warp Topaz, and I hope you don't mind this inquiry, Doctor but there are some mentions that you're something of a highly skilled hypnotist as well?"
Oh how nice, he somehow already knew is preferences! Of course the Doctor would do his homework, what a thoughtful gesture-
"I- I'm- I'm sorry, can we- Back up a little bit? Did you say biographies? About ME? As in- Plural?" The doctor looks. Flabbergasted. His hands clutch tightly around his soup spoon suddenly as he tries to regain himself. He could go on and on for HOURS about the accomplishments of those he admires- But his own? Someone had... Taken the time to research HIM? When he is quite hated in his time... A real Van Gogh moment for the platypus right here. He really just thought Kiril was being polite in talking about his brilliance! But apparently, the 'sparse' information he had on him was enough for Starline to really get flustered. He cleared his throat and tried to move on as to indulge his host more than try and find out exactly how much he knew about him...
"Oh- Yes, I am a hypnotist! I've gotten good enough to the point that I can bend the average man to my whim at a moment's notice! It was a critical tool in programing Surge and Kitsunami to behave properly, but my overuse caused significant damage to their psyche. Technically speaking, I could even use it on you, though a brilliant mind like yours would resist far more than the brain-dead populace I'm used to."
"I would be happy to offer a demonstration at your convenience, whenever that may be. I was a therapist before I came into my immediate calling, so I know all about how the brain works."
"Yes, plural."
Nega reiterates, neatly setting the spoon back into the soup as he leans just a little on the table.
"You are hailed as one of the greatest scientific minds of the previous era. Your work has been used in countless advancements in fields beyond the scope of psychiatry."
He sits up straight again, seeming to think on this. He's pulling information, like something he may well have learned at school. Out from his memory because it held a relevant fact. It has the tone of something rote memorized from college lecture.
"In fact, I believe the principles you laid out for psychological conditioning were used extensively in the last great war. We have you to thank for the modern, socially stable Mobius that my generation is currently experiencing. There's hardly any crime outside the occasional terrorist attack against GenaTech Solutions &, our operation bases. I'd hazard to call you a household name."
"You flatter me, Doctor, I think my mind would be equally as vulnerable to your skill as anyone."
Seemed Nega was willing to tell Starline precisely exactly what he knew. No digging required, since he seems a very earnest and forthright individual.
"I feel like something horrible is about to happen..."
When do you gaze at your Soulmate?
[[ thanks taggedby: @dr-starline YOU ASKED FOR THIS!!! ]]
The scar was something he hadn't noticed until Merlot pointed it out to him. That much is obvious with the way his eyes widen just slightly. Thankfully though, manners prevail and he doesn't give into his immediate desire to ask what happened.
"[I appreciate you being patient with me.]"
He's much more relaxed now, no longer 'projecting' himself into this space with his guard up.
"[The experience you have in this field really shows, since you can deal with such a difficult customer like me.]"
He exhales slowly, whatever this conversation is doing for him. It seems to renew that look of determination in his eyes. Looks like it is about time to go, by his estimation.
"[What do I owe you for your time? I did not pay anything at the door.]"
Had Mercy asked him about the incident, he would have told him a much more watered-down version of the truth. It wasn't so much a painful memory as it was embarrassing, and he didn't like the light it painted him in.
There was, admittedly, a sense of relief when the other did not ask. The elder male took his glass and brought it back to his lips, sipping once more before he replied.
"[Of course. It's what I'm here for. And believe me, you are far from difficult.]"
He chuckled weakly, placing the glass back on the countertop. The following question raised his brows, curious. He had to shoot his shot.
An ice cold chill runs up Mercy's spine at this, and he nearly withdraws his hand from the other hedgehog's grasp. His thoughts are moving beyond the indeterminate confines of the 'future.' Suddenly brought to the here and now when he's asked that question.
On one hand, he had absolutely nothing to gain by extending his stay here longer to engage in...activities. On the other, there was a tickle at the back of his skull that drove him to look down. Steady himself and reply with just the softest voice he had used yet. It clearly takes a lot of effort and he utters it with a bow.
"[If it is not an imposition. I'd like to leave myself in your care.]"
That was as much of a yes as anything, roundabout as it may be. It looks like Mercy would be staying here longer than anticipated.
"[I was terrified. For a moment I-.]"
Mercy really seems to be warming up, not just in the way he let's his gaze linger on his host. His whole frame seems to be increasing in temperature. That pulse is strong and warm, like...until this very moment. He hadn't actually been here. More like a ghost than a physical being until it felt safe.
Like he wouldn't need to make an emergency time jump at a moments notice. He is steadily becoming more vibrant to the eye. A slight opalescence developing on the ends of his white quills. His eyes a more fiery, reflective gold. ...There's a faint aura around his whole being, the traces of his psychic ability becoming just slightly visible. It is like comparing a faded Polaroid with the real object.
"[It's good to meet someone like me. Someone. Aware. Of how unstable all this really is. I was still outside until just now. Ready to go back in case anything happened.]"
Aha, there's the explanation. Now, how Mercy manages to accomplish being in two or even more When's at once. He doesn't elaborate further on the subject.
"[The butterfly effect is terrifying. A lot of that is what makes my job so difficult...I try not to look anywhere but straight ahead incase I need to appear in the same time as myself-]"
Suddenly he looks sheepish again. Immediately moving to get the topic off of himself.
"[I'm sorry, I'm being very narcissistic talking about myself so much. How long have you worked here?]"
Merlot noticed the warmth in his hand, offering it another gentle squeeze as if to signify this. He'd also been aware of the other's vibrance growing, curious about what had happened but opting not to ask. He knew better than to try, especially when it involved time travelers. Some things were better left unsaid.
Instead, he listened to the other speak, humming in response to his words. And then he'd mentioned being 'outside.' That gave him a bit more of a clue; he'd likely been using a sort of projection of himself until now. Curious, but again, he wouldn't ask.
He chuckles weakly at the following statement, looking away for a moment as if debating his next move. It didn't take long for him to return his gaze.
"[You see this?]" The dark hedgehog asked, raising his right hand up to his brow, gently tapping at his scar twice. It wasn't often that he liked attention being drawn to it, but at this moment, it was very much an appropriate topic.
"[A direct result of the butterfly effect. It is my only wound that has never healed. It was a mistake I'd made out of inexperience. Never allowed it to happen again.]"
Lowering his hand and moving to collect his drink once more, he took a sip of the beverage before he'd continue.
"[You're not being narcissistic. I am interested in hearing what you have to say and what you are sharing.]"
The next question gave him a pause. He wasn't sure how to answer that one at first, but...
"[This is my club. I've owned this one for about... six years or so. I had another one before then that I'd run for about twenty. We closed it when we moved to Station Square. I've been in the industry for close to thirty years now.]"
The scar was something he hadn't noticed until Merlot pointed it out to him. That much is obvious with the way his eyes widen just slightly. Thankfully though, manners prevail and he doesn't give into his immediate desire to ask what happened.
"[I appreciate you being patient with me.]"
He's much more relaxed now, no longer 'projecting' himself into this space with his guard up.
"[The experience you have in this field really shows, since you can deal with such a difficult customer like me.]"
He exhales slowly, whatever this conversation is doing for him. It seems to renew that look of determination in his eyes. Looks like it is about time to go, by his estimation.
"[What do I owe you for your time? I did not pay anything at the door.]"
I know Silver ascended the first time he tried food that wasn’t from a future that looked like a melted hell
The hot dog has coleslaw on it because he’s a weird food combo guy
"What do you even say to someone who's that good looking?"
"Every single one of you would fold the exact same way."
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[[ harassing my moots with love... ]]
"SIR I AM ENCOURAGING YOU TO TURN YOUR ASK BOX OFF NOW!!!!!!!" -@dr-starline
"What for, Doctor? If these furries have something to say, they can say it to my inbox."
'Mercy's shoulders tense hard when 'Merlot' starts that sentence. He freezes, and that faint pulse halts along with it. Then it gets faster, beating harder in his chest as the rest of the affirmation unfurls from his hosts' lips.
This hedgehog seemed to know about him, knew what he was up to. It made sense, there was a strange aura around Merlot. Something that makes the constant rush of alternate timelines, branching split second pathways to one future or another, slow down. 'Merlot' made him focus on the here and now, so he had to be very powerful indeed. The realization comes with the temporal clarity.
"[I'm...still here.]"
Mercy's free hand leaves the glass and he touches his chest and then up to his neck. His voice drops down to that near whisper again, but this time he gets closer to Merlot. His body temperature seems to be ticking upward as well. He's approaching lukewarm!
"[I didn't disappear so...Nothing significant must have changed.]"
He glances at Merlot, a look of bewildered joy crossing his face.
"[I thought I would...phase out of existence if someone from the past realized what I am.]"
Merlot let the other go through the gamut of emotions, patiently waiting for him to ground himself once again. The only real indication that he was listening, waiting, was that subtle squeeze of that hand still clasped in his own.
"[You are.]" He agreed, an exhale of amusement at the words.
"[Like I said, you're safe with me. I wouldn't tell anyone else here, however. I doubt that anyone identifying you would cause you to disappear, but it wouldn't be wise. I know all about the, ah...]" He trailed off, realizing that he didn't know the phrase in his native tongue. How ironic! "...Butterfly effect..." He switched only for those words, wondering if they'd just been a literal translation - likely so - "[And how one little action can impact the trajectory of a timeline. You won't need to worry about that with me. I can change it right back.]"
And fuck it up even more in the process, but he didn't need to know that.
"[I was terrified. For a moment I-.]"
Mercy really seems to be warming up, not just in the way he let's his gaze linger on his host. His whole frame seems to be increasing in temperature. That pulse is strong and warm, like...until this very moment. He hadn't actually been here. More like a ghost than a physical being until it felt safe.
Like he wouldn't need to make an emergency time jump at a moments notice. He is steadily becoming more vibrant to the eye. A slight opalescence developing on the ends of his white quills. His eyes a more fiery, reflective gold. ...There's a faint aura around his whole being, the traces of his psychic ability becoming just slightly visible. It is like comparing a faded Polaroid with the real object.
"[It's good to meet someone like me. Someone. Aware. Of how unstable all this really is. I was still outside until just now. Ready to go back in case anything happened.]"
Aha, there's the explanation. Now, how Mercy manages to accomplish being in two or even more When's at once. He doesn't elaborate further on the subject.
"[The butterfly effect is terrifying. A lot of that is what makes my job so difficult...I try not to look anywhere but straight ahead incase I need to appear in the same time as myself-]"
Suddenly he looks sheepish again. Immediately moving to get the topic off of himself.
"[I'm sorry, I'm being very narcissistic talking about myself so much. How long have you worked here?]"
No sooner has he gone through, the robot follows and the time-gate closes. Nega making his appearance shortly after the last stray sparks of temporal-displacement energy fizzle out. The air is very clean inside the Neo-Eggbase, clean and refreshingly cool unlike the sandblasted wasteland just outside of Chaos Towers' walls.
"So good to see you Doctor Starline, Thank you for coming on such short notice."
His formalities still when Starline mentions bringing something along with him. That has the Doctor straightening with a hum.
"Oh, I knew I forgot something. Thank you for bringing something for dessert. It completely eluded me."
Right there among the dishes was a nice open spot where say...a cookie laden science plate could fit. What a glaringly obvious oversight. They had soup, salad, a main course but...nothing sweet! Really, it was obvious who saved the day here.
The table is devoid of meat, and most of it is recognizable...but there are some unusually colored things in the mix. Like a slice of something resembling a lemon on the edge of the soup... it is bright blue. Assorted crudite laying in neat geometric patterns but the colors of the vegetables are swapped.
"I hope the simplicity of the food won't be disagreeable. I'm not much of a cook, but I put together hasselback back potatoes, spicy lentil & coconut soup and, Eggless spinach soufflé for your visit."
The chair closest to the mobian moves of its own accord, slinking back and crouching low for him like a strange cushioned animal.
Starline simply walked over, accepting everything about this situation with a grasp on reality that's always ever changing with the circumstances of his own Zone and his experience with others. A chair that moves? Cool. Fine by him. He walks over and sets the container down in the spot that almost seemed made for it, seeming relieved that Kiril appreciated the extra effort he had put in.
... Oh wow. Starline did put in odd amount of extra effort, didn't he? That was... Maybe a little weird. Too forward? No- Get out of your own head. There is someone more worthy of your attention just across from you. As much as he wants to over analyze everything, the pressing matter of their lunch date was far more important than anxious and spiraling thoughts. He unclips his overcoat and gently brushes off his clothes to make sure he is at his most presentable. It has been some time since he had hoped to impress anyone this much...
"Oh please, don't be so modest! It all looks delicious, and I am a particular fan of coconut! You've spoiled me for a home cooked meal, and you're worried about simplicity? I can't begin to imagine anyone having gone out of their way for me so much in years. Gratitude doesn't even begin to describe how I feel."
"Not to mention, I can eat everything here... Which is always a surprising feat not many can manage. Veganism by choice is always hard to accommodate. I could not be more pleased with your hospitality. As desirous as you've been to become properly acquainted with me, I could not feel more welcomed than if you rolled out a red carpet for me." He laughed, as if such intense praise was deserving and totally not something a normal person would insist upon so much. His smile was earnest as he sat and waited for his host to sit as well, taking a napkin to his lap and tucking his hands together politely.
"I'm delighted and honored. Shall we dig in? I'm dying to give everything a taste..."
At least it is clearly robotic, it's not some kind of chimerical horror. Just a very polite chair that raises comfortably up to the table so he could reach all the utensils easily. Nega sits as well though the chair doesn't have to do its little bow maneuver for him. Napkin unfolded with a flourish, the light softens a touch.
"If you'll pardon the admission, I cheated a little bit when it came to the food. One of the facts that survived about you was your diet preferences."
"You've been the subject of several extremely interesting biographies. Please, go ahead."
The soup is still nice and hot, there's a plethora of spices in it and a nice little garnish. There's ice water right beside it. The EPITOME of luxury in the future. Ice was hard to come by and non-chlorine tasting water even more so. Cut up little slices of those blue lemons were available to put in the glasses as well.
He's halfway to taking a spoonful of soup before the first question seems to pop in and he's learning forward just a little. Radiating enthusiasm, so much so that the food is a -second- or even third thought!
"The fragmented history we have on you says you aren't just the discoverer of the Warp Topaz, and I hope you don't mind this inquiry, Doctor but there are some mentions that you're something of a highly skilled hypnotist as well?"
Headcanon time!
Let me give all the moots a run down on Silver's time!
Most of Mobius has been decimated by the conflict between Overlanders & Mobians, as well as subsequent conflicts with successive generations of Robotniks.
Agricultural output is basically zilch outside of the auspices of GenaTech Solutions. The largest company on the planet that isn't owned by the Neo-Mobian Government. Their headquarters is the enclosed '15 minute walk' paradise known as Chaos Towers where bigwigs and GenaTech employees get to enjoy a higher standard of living than ordinary mobians. It's a 'dream job' for most of the population since it's ostensibly operating to save the world. When in reality it is an incredibly wasteful government funded corporation that is just the latest in diabolical schemes from Eggman Nega.
Chaos Towers is a smaller community located within the mega-city known as 'Crisis City'. It sits within the original habitation dome set up right after the war ended.
Crisis City is the site of one of the major reconstruction efforts after the last major mobian v. overlander conflicts. It has steadily grown outward over the years and unfortunately exceeded its original max population. Additional habitation domes have been constructed over the original with steadily declining quality to match the declining population. Wealthier Mobians live closer to or even inside of the original habitation Dome and enjoy relatively worry free living.
The further out you go the lifespan rate crashes back down to 'normal' ranges and life gets much tougher. Working with outdated tech and clapped out infrastructure, living in the 'outer' dome is better than living in the wasteland outside. But it isn't the idyllic paradise that the original dome offers.
There are other cities still active across the planet, some with fewer or even more domes than Crisis City. These are plagued with their own difficulties, like West Mobotropolis is notorious for having faulty power grid systems. Radical City in the east is sinking lower by the year due to water being siphoned out from underground. GenaTech Solutions has promised answers to all of these problems, but are frequently hamstrung by 'terrorism' in the form of Mobians like Silver who have caught on to the scheme.
Silver has lived in the shadow of GenaTech Solutions his whole life. The bio-mechanical replacements in his eyes were made by them, and the hospital that treated his burns is run by them.
For all the good they claim to do, he is still aware of a rat in the works.
