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(( hELLOh, itâs been a while since I hopped on here, just checkin on things. Though its weird cause, this blogâs dash inst as active as it used to be. ; v ; Kinda reminds me that with time people move on and what not but, Iâm still around. Planning on trying to boot up this dusty olâ blog.
After the update is finished and RPs are posted on Zenithâs blog, Iâll hop on here and see what I can do.
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*Blinks slowly* Itâs been a while since I hopped back on this one. Iâm looking at my drafts and I see I only have an actual RP in it. I could have sworn I had other RPs going. Did people just not reply? Either way, this message is two things, If you replied to something, let me know so I can save it. And Iâm thinking of opening some more options for starters for him. But I need to figure out where everything is.Â
Anyways, hello!
"Damn Hark, that's some saucy language".
"You're putting my bad dick jokes to shame".
I drew it
I figure heâd show up in a scanner a few days after with a note from Xana saying, âYou can keep him, I donât want him anymoreâ
Much cute, very babes
LIKE HOLY SHIT-
DID YOU SEE THAT-
DID YOU SEE THAT???
I replied to almost ALL the RP's in my drafts.
JUST LIKE THAT-
OH SNAPS
IM ON A ROLL
A HORRIBLE ONE SINCE I WAS SUPPOSED TO BE DOING HOMEWORK..
BUT THAT'S NOT THE POINT-
I DID THE THING~!
Lonely
Unlike Bonesâ, who kept thinking about how Xana was always out on his own and how Xana had never told Bones to be wary, Black was thinking the exact opposite. He was thinking about what they could encounter and how they could quickly escape if everything did go south.
Chaos Control was his first choice, but he wasnât sure if heâd be able to Chaos Control both of them right now. He really didnât want to be caught without a plan.
A simple walk about town could get bad fast.
Black pulled his hood up as they walked towards the town.
The trees began to dwindle as they approached a street, small buildings lining up just across the empty street. Bones glanced around at the houses, noting how most of them were newer looking than the one Xana owned back in the forest. They were all very tidy and nice looking, it made him wonder if the program would ever plan on moving. Not that, he did not like the Hermitage. It simply seemed run downed and deserted..
He found himself leaning forward, about ready to take a step off the sidewalk only for a car to zoom by. It surprised him, earning a squeak as he stumbled back and behind Black. Oh boy, that was close. Maybe it was a good idea to be a little more cautious.
Once he recovers, his attention is drawn to what looked to be a larger house but, with the way people constantly exited and entered, the building seemed to be used for other purposes. A shop. That was what it was called. It reminded him of the time he'd met Chad and Ru, and how the both of them had taken him around town.
xanafiedshadow has entered the labs-
-Heat idly shifted, a closer proximity, finding it quite daunting in a sense. Glancing over for his reaction, and blinking. Oblivious to the others thoughts, although he definitely found the others smirk very pleasant. Heats turn to listen, ears perking up to the others voice, seeing another step forward Heats shoulders hunched slightly, though not much given the collar took its toll on his movement. Idly Watching him.
His fur and his tail stood on end when his collar was vaguely touched, eyes half lidding slightly, and his lips crinkling to Xanaâs finger tapping his collar.
Honestly he felt like he was very close to leaning down. Finding his own gaze locked on Xanaâs lips for a moment, before forcing it up to his symbols. Taking a deep, relaxing breath. Wracking his own head for a proper response that he knew was in there somewhere.-
Yes I have. But, I believe it is in my best interest to remain in this place until I find a way to function correctly, at least without this particular collar.
And I would have to learn starting from extremely close to nothing about the outside world. Being here for forty years isnât all too good, and books are actually moderately limited. Though Gerald sneaks them in from time to time.
-Heat idly raised his hands, and laid them on Xanaâs chest, as if to tell him to stop what he was doing.-
I suggest you not touch my collar unless you want to have Sex with me Xana, Which Iâm not against it if you wish me to. But Refrain from touching unless you plan on taking this against the wall fairly quickly.
Although I love electronics, Iâd only touch what can allow me consent unless itâs a vibrator.
The program was oblivious to the others' struggle, trying to figure out how the collar worked with observation alone. All Heat would receive was a hum, symbols narrowing as they continued to scan the device. Did these people have to make this collar such a nuisance. It did not have to be so big nor heavy, Xana was certain he could make one that was less noticeable and more efficiently than this hunk of junk.
His attention was finally drawn away at the feeling of a hand pressing to his chest. Eyes flicked up, ears folding as he gave the other a look of confusion. Though, that look did not last, not when sex was mentioned. He could feel the corner of his lip twitch into an uncertain smirk. "I would not let it get that far. I am not a push over", despite his comment, he moved a step back. The program was sure this experiment had enough of people abusing him, he wouldn't be part of any of it.
He chuckles, "I am pleased to hear you are enthusiastic about electronics. Sorry if I am of no help at the moment". The program hummed, gaze trailing back to the collar. "I could fix that. Make something better", he gestures to the device before crossing his arms. He wasn't entirely sure why he'd want to help this hedgehog, perhaps certain people were rubbing on him. Or maybe he simply wanted to build something, do something with all the resources he would continuously collect.
Do something with his time.
He felt the change of chaos energy rise from the other. He guessed that it was time for him to leave and he couldnât stay himself since minutes passed by and nothing from the outside altered him.
Wolf makes a small nod then walk back to the desk area, âSounds acceptable to me. If you need any assistance, just use the communicator.â He was trying to be âapproachableâ towards him even if he was an alternate. But this alternate still seemed feebler than the others he have met. Wolf turn his gaze back at the smaller hedgehog, âAnd by the way⊠Donât mention me or my zone to your guardian or whoever you hang around with unless itâs necessary. I donât want strangers coming in here and GUN do not tolerate them here unless itâs part of their business.â He really didnât want random people showing up in his zone. They would either questioned and might even leak information about him.
With wilting ears he watched as the larger hedgehog moved away to seat at his desk. He offered his own small nod and a quiet, 'okay'. It seemed as if this was his time to leave. Though, before he could attempt anything, Wolf spoke up once more.
Another nod, more firm this time as his eyes flickered to the floor with a hint of uneasiness. The mention of GUN making him tremble for a moment. It would be more difficult to have Xana help if he did not know who he was helping. Either way, he was sure he'd figure something out, even if he'd have to put in some extra effort to try and at least help out a bit. It was the least he could do for someone who was struggling as much as Wolf seemed to be.
The communicator was clutched just a bit tighter to his chest, allowing a shaky breath to escape. "B- bye W- wolf. G- good l- luck k-!" and with a small flash of light, the younger hedgehog was gone.
Snowed In
"Now now, donât be fighting with me." She muttered and growled a bit, seeing him trying to rip the blanket off. With him whimpering again, she covered his head with the blanket and tried to pull him, making sure to catch him each time he stumbled.
Slowly but surely, she managed to get him into the small shack of hers and covered the door with the cloth, using another one to cover up the one window. She released his arm to pull out a candle and to light it up with a match, blowing the match out and setting the candle on a makeshift table. Watching him a moment so he wouldnât freak, she carefully pulled the blanket off his head, looking at the young hedgehog,â âŠ.Bones, the only hedgehog I know that whines like thatâŠâ
A hint of worry was upon her face, though it was hard to see as much with her hair in the way. Using the same blanket that was over his head, she placed it about his shoulders and went to sit down, waiting for him to respond,ââŠare you alright, kid?â
The feeling of something preventing him from seeing was beginning to drive him nuts. Head swiveling around frantically as if that would help him see through the cloth over his head. It did not help when he felt the other tug him along each time he struggled against her pull. He was being blindly lead somewhere, but to where? Was he still in that white room? Just the thought earned the woman one last weak struggle before he felt solid ground.
The chilly atmosphere seemed to dimmer, the harsh wind no longer beating against his fur. Bones' first reaction was to try and tare off the blanket over his head. It did not work out successfully, not until his arm was released did the cover finally slip off his head. The younger hedgehog blinked, trying to urge away the memory that threatened to float to the surface. Cautiously he glanced around, ears slowly perking as his dazed expression began to fade into one of confusion. Where was he?
A voice caught his attention, focus drawn to the familiar female beside him. He'd seen her before, she was that echidna he'd met a while back. The younger hedgehog frowned, turning to glance around the small ricked house the other called home. "Mmr-", he'd been about to ask what had happened, only to flinch when he felt the blanket from before drape over his thin shoulders. A shaky hand went to grab a fold, pulling it tighter around him as he uttered a quiet thank you.
"I- I th- think s- so", his gaze met the floor, form shivering.
Checking In
The glitch wasnât missed, and Hark only felt a lot guiltier when it came down to it, ears even lowering as the other growled.
"Sorry," was quietly said as small hands folded in the childâs back. He hadnât meant to irritate the older hedgehog. Not at all. He just wanted to have fun.
⊠Up to Xana if he wanted to leave, Hark wouldnât hold him back.
The little hedgehog's expression of guilt had the program's stomach knotting. Well, if he had one it certainly would. His shoulders sagged, a clawed hand going to massage his face. "No, no. Don't worry about it kid. I'm just- tired", was that the right word? Perhaps it was exasperated. All Xana knew was that he was done dealing with nuisances, specifically GUN.
He tilted his head in a thinking gesture, trying to make up for his impatient behavior. "Um, do you need anything?" wasn't he about to leave? Xana knew he should have already but, believe it or not, Hark did a good kicked puppy look.
Organic Technology (Xana)
As much as Xana didnât want to be seen like a child, he was currently acting like one. Really acting like one as he believed Hark capable of anything. Like a child who believed their parent were like gods. Were incapable of failing.
And the fact that Xana looked not just mildly irritated by it really didnât help at all.
There was unnoticeable flinch at both the last comments, Hark truly not knowing what to say. And there was nothing to say. Nothing other than the quiet, âIâll leave you to it, then,â before he teleported out. He couldnât deal with Xana. Not now. Maybe later? He wasnât sure. But being around the program right now only hurt, and considering that he was trying to get better, he had to step away. At some point, heâd face the program. Just⊠not now.
He knew that the immortal life form had some flaws. Definitely had some flaws, if the program had anything to say about it. But now that he had this title, one that suggested he was just about invisible, it seemed manageable. He did not see how such a responsibility was a burdening one. If it were possible, he'd just tell Hark to hand it over to someone who knew how to control great power. But it wasn't something the hedgehog could simply drop with the blink of an eye.
The older hedgehog's mumble earned a glance, one that was met with an empty room where Hark once was. His symbols flickered to the side, looking a bit hurt. Did he do something wrong? It was true, he did need to clean. Though, he also missed Hark and now that he was gone again, Xana couldn't help the sinking feeling that perhaps he wouldn't return. His ears wilted, turning to walk up to the kitchen sink. Damnit, he should have put a tracker on him...
Shaky Start
xanafiedshadow:
Twin black ears flickered back, laying flat on either side of Featherâs dulled red stripe. He could hear the beating of the boyâs heart, every quickened thump as it pounded against his chest. Although the cry wasnât shrill it still had Feather flinching again, brow creasing and tail squirming in an attempt to get closer since it couldnât wiggle its way between his legs. He made a mental note to turn on the light next time, if Bones was awake or not. Anything to avoid a repeat of this. The child didnât need any more stressâŠ.
Featherâs first reaction to Bones getting out of bed was to reach for him but he stopped with this hand outstretched. If Bones was this frightened grabbing him was probably a very very bad idea. It would, probably, scare him further and that was the last thing he wanted to do.
The hedgehawk sat with his hands in his lap, watching as Bones stood there, still with twitching ears and a curled tail between his legs. He blinked curiously, clearing the haze and the terror that was blocking him from seeing reality. Their eyes met and Feather tried to put on an easy smile but it came out more sad and worried. What ever it was, be it Featherâs words or his touch or his sight- something helped Bones and he was back to reality. The hedgehawk carefully reached out, taking the boy by the arms and pulling him close.
"Yeah, itâs me Bones. Iâm right here, âm right here."
Again he cooed and clicked at the hog in his arms. Feather scooted further onto the bed and laid back, gently poking and positioning Bones to lay next to him. The hedgehawk wrapped his friend in a tight hug, arms and wings.
"Itâs ok Bones, youâre safe. Youâre here with me and Iâll keep you safe. Itâs ok."
The younger hedgehog let out a small, mumbled noise as he was brought into the hedgehawkâs hold. This felt real, it sounded real. It had to be real. He hoped it was real. His ears twitched and flicked under the othersâ chin, the sounds coming from Feather soothing his tense muscles. Carefully he lays a hand on the older oneâs chest fur, the color dimmed by not only the ash but the darkness of the room. Strangely enough, the ashy smell of his fur did not bother him; in fact it comforted him in some form or way. A smell that was anything but the sterilized fumes of the ARK that seemed to remind him of days he could not remember.
Another sound left him as they moved further onto the bed, ears lowering as he tried to keep his eyes on the body of his friend, trying to keep him there with his gaze. He watched a wing drape over him that was coupled by a strong arm. His own hands moved to weakly grasp Featherâs arm, squeezing it ever so often. If this wasnât truly happening, at the very least heâd enjoy the comfort while it lasted. With that, he buried his head into the chest of his friend, his next words mumbled. âT- th- thank y- you. P- plea- please st- stay. D- do- donât wa- want th- them c- coming b- backâ.
Hello everyone! It's been a while. I miss you guys and RPing meh muses. I really hope either tomorrow or this weekend I can RP and just clear out all my drafts. At the very least, I want to clear out all the drafts here and perhaps start some new RPs.
I apologize for the lack of activity and all. Normally I would have more time on my hands to RP even on school nights but I have been working a job at a fast food place. So my time gets thinner, not to mention the fact that I do drive my buddies where they need to be. It just adds up honestly.
But I want to at the very least make a system. To clean out drafts each week on one of my blogs. Even that might be pushing it. But I miss RPing and you guys so I wanna try and put some more effort here! Anyways, I hope all is well!
Shaky Start
xanafiedshadow:
 Each fearful whimper and soft sobbed cry tugged at Featherâs heart strings. He couldnât tell if Bones was awake or merely dreaming, but it didnât quite matter. The little hedgehog was in horrid distress, possibly caught between fantasy and reality, if what Neuro told him was true. Those red eyes, which should have been clear, were clouded and dull. Bones cried out and Feather flinched back, dropping the sheet and fluffing his wings up from agitation. This was bad, so very very bad.
"Shhhhh-" the hedgehawk whispered slowly, opening his wing carefully. He kept eye contact with Bones the best he could, bringing the large fluffy appendage around to rest along the hogâs back and drape over his shoulders. It crackled, the energy attempting to hold the wing together but Bonesâs body was starving. It craved Chaos, large amounts of it, and attempted to suck it out of Feather via his wing.
It hurt that way and the hybrid pulled back, trying to weight his options. Bones needed to be stable again- if he had an emerald he would give it over immediately for the boy to feast on. For now though heâd have to take from Featherâs personal stores. He needed it more at the moment and Feather was willing.
The hedgehawk cooed again to Bones and held his hand out, gently putting it on the hogâs knee and rubbing soothingly with his thumb. Chaos pulled itself out, flowing through the skin on skin contact into Boneâs body.
"Bones, Bones- hey, itâs ok. Itâs Feather, youâre alright, itâs just Feather. Youâre ok Bones, youâre ok."
His breaths came in quick bursts, heart thumping painfully in his chest as he made an audible swallow. The blanket was hardily over his head anymore, panicky eyes shifting through the darkness of the room as he stilled, uncertain what he was seeing. It was hard to hear anything but his hazardous breathing, his gaze not registering the presence just beside him, not until he felt something press against his back. Bones let out another frightened cry, quills rising as his eyes fell onto the shape next to him. It was too dark to tell who it was and his first reaction was to scramble off the bed.
But what stopped him was the crackle he felt along his back, a familiar feeling washing over him. It had him blinking, confused as to what that was. The feeling wasnât necessarily bad. Strangely, it was nice and for a moment, it had him breathing normally. He did not feel so weak anymore, giving him just enough energy to cautiously gaze up at the figure, form shaking like a leaf. At first, he wasnât sure what he saw, but as his eyes began to adjust to the dimness, features began to show; ones that he recognized.
Those wings. He knew him.
The much younger hedgehog finally heard the coos, his expression morphing into one of surprise and relief. It was Feather, he knew him. He even knew his name, was that his name? Red eyes begin to melt into a deep purple as the other placed a hand on his knee which in turn had him glancing down. He was still a bit dazed, doing his best not to blink in hopes of keeping the comforting image of Feather there. This could be a dream, a pleasant dream. It could be him hallucinating, like he had with Neuro. Or maybe Neuro wasnât a hallucination. But why had that pain that came with those white tiles and robes feel so real, as real Featherâs hand.
âF- Feather? I- I- Is t- that y- youâ, hesitantly he met the hedgehawkâs gaze, trying to spot any evidence of a false image.
*Bows down* Praise the great god X.A.N.A. May he bring a new meaning to this pitiful world.
"To be honest, I'm rather, if not very confused."
"But I can't say I don't like the sound of that. Finally some much needed respect."
