
wait isn't that an Eggrobo?
an Eggrobo flies around like it couldn't get destroyed by the majority of the population here

an Eggrobo flies around like it couldn't get destroyed by the majority of the population here
*Cora was at her desk in her study when she stopped for a moment. Then she pressed a button at her desk.*
Cora: "Python, could you please get Blade and Chell to go down to the dojo?"
*Python appeared quickly, and nodded her head.*
Python: "Yes, mother." *While her hologram flickered in the study, the rest of the cameras would look for the two to tell them Cora's message.*
*Cora herself got up and began to head down to the dojo herself. When she got to the dojo, she reviewed the rack with the weapons. Currently, the training weapons were up for use. Wooden katanas and wooden naginata. Cora picked up one of the wooden naginata.*
Cora: "It would be a shame for me to not teach them this skill. It would be a shame for me to not at least have began training them." *Cora said to herself as she stood there.*
Within the skies of the planet, a small armada of warships would be making their way towards South Island. The huge crimson red Mako Gunships were only eclipsed by the colossal Sawfish Battleships, whose runway decks allowed for dozens of turrets to be at the ready for combat.
These vessels transported their master; the feared and grandiose Doctor Eggman. He remained in the bridge of the flagship, plotting the course to a familiar bunch of ruins known as the Labyrinth Zone.
Cutting through the sky like a knife and casting a shadow over South Island as they did so, the fleet eventually made it over towards their destination, and the doctor raced down to the hanger like a kid on Christmas Day.
There sat a pristine, recently rebuilt Egg Drillster Mark II, boasting grey plating with golden yellow highlights, a large drill which was able to swivel two hundred and seventy degrees so it can burrow at almost any angle. Climbing into the cockpit, the doctor flew down onto the ground and slammed into the top of the ruins, causing the ground to shake and crack before finally giving way and shattering like terracotta, allowing Eggman to tunnel straight into the zone without having to navigate through the trap filled halls.
The doctor was curious more than anything, and frankly still a bit sore from all the losses he suffered here on South Island. His hypothesis was simple: If he dug straight through the land and made a big enough hole, the island which sailed across the waves would eventually sink, and take all that failure along with it.
All he needed was no distractions and everything should go swimmingly…
It had taken nearly a whole gosh darn week of walking (made hell with the fact she insisted on keep the chair on the journey), but Cassia and her travel buddies have finally made it to Egg Base Alpha! Why Alpha? Because she made the arbitrary decision to go to the Egg Bases in alphabetical order. Finally arriving, though, she isn't exactly getting the best feelings from the place..
"welcome to the second match! this time: warren VS merlina"
"do not be fooled. although merlina is a magic user, in the heat of battle, focus is key"
"and we'll see who has the focus and skill to come on top!"
OOC rules: no power gaming (for example, don't force the other character out soon after it starts. being fair)
the fight ends when one competitor is knocked into the out of bounds area at the side
"Hmm..."
The tenrec had been wandering a bit, having no real clue what to do at the moment. After her recent, and most assuredly SPECTACULAR job at saving Central City she'd taken up temporary residence there. Not as if she really had anywhere else to go, plus easier to find a bigger place here. Better than the motel.
And if it ever got worse, then they'd just ditch it. Onto the next one, with the few things, few people, she actually cared about. A lot of people probably woulda thought it to be a weird life.
"I don't get it. What's all the excitement about?" Surge muttered to herself as she awkwardly glanced around. "It's just a big store."
Then again, she wasn't really normal to begin with. Wandering around a mall like this didn't quite suit her, even as she saw other people walking around and enjoying the place. Moving from one store, stall, or food place one after the other. But to her it just kinda felt big and confusing, and not really appealing either. Well besides the food maybe, food is always good.
if it weren't for the pretzel she were munching on then she'd have regret coming here to begin with. Then again she still might if she doesn't find anything to entertain here soon... Or another pretzel stand.
"Guess I should try shopping?" Surge surmised as she walked into a random store within Central City's mall. Seeing another group of girls inside sge pondered if sge should have invited someone, but she put it aside as she searched the shelves. "...This torn up shirt is 50 dollars? What kinda overpriced garbage?"
Funny words from a girl who doesn't know how much 50 dollars is.
Surge kept looking at clothes as she ate the last bit if her pretzel. Probably drawing odd looks from doing so, but she was too scary for anyone to call her out on it.
Badniks parts, much like hydrogen and stupidity, are some of the most common things in existence. They litter landfills and junkyards, pollute rivers and forests, pile up high and are carefully stacked even higher. Some are melted down while most are simply tossed out to rot, and one mild-mannered automaton takes great pleasure whenever he finds some.
Well, perhaps not him specifically, more so his companion. The Eggman Robot, cladded in a beige vest, stared down every nook and cranny of his surroundings, moving about silently as a mouse, and had the meekness of one as well. He was looking for something, something old that nobody wanted and not a soul would miss, and his friend wants some junk of a more robotic variety.
And who was he to deny such a request? There was not a rude component in his body. His optics glanced and darted around, over the river, through the alleys of the town, until what he was searching for was at last found; A big, bulky pile of busted bot parts. It was perfect for his companion, and he quickly opened his plating to let her come out and chow down.
It was a Violet Wisp! One that served as the Badniks primary power source, and one that Byte (The Badniks name) took great strides to keep happy and content. She swiftly floated out of the robots chest cavity and raced over to the Badnik parts, dismantling them to satiate her endless hunger that was brought about by Eggman’s operation on her homeworld.
In but a few short minutes, the junk was gone like it had never been there to start with. As soon as the Wisp got her fix she flew back into Byte and went back to her role as a battery. Once the meal was finished Byte went back to his normal routine, chatting with Kilo (Byte’s companion’s name) as they talked about nothing important, with Byte choosing to sit down on a bench in the open to rest his joints.
Cassia yawned, trying to focus on the shmup she was playing, though it was rather hard given she'd been at this nonstop for hours. The morning was gonna be so awful, and that's not counting the chastising she'd probably get from Clove for doing this so late at night.
Fighting back another yawn, she, feeling a bit lazy (can you blame her?), pauses the game and falls asleep in the chair she was sitting in. It was quicker than going to her bed, fixing it, then climbing in and then sleeping anyhow.
When she wakes up, she isn't in the chair, but face down in a bunch of grass. Sitting up, the chair is on it's side a few feet away. Taking a look around, she's pretty confident she's nowhere near anything she recognizes, just a bunch of grass.. And grass.. For as far as she can see. Her rather elegant response to her predicament? "..Ah, crud."
Zeena in the past times had hidden herself from everyone, living in an small shack alone in the woods, she was still contemplating if she was trully wanted to be… evil?
She would ocasionally visit the village she burned down, she didn’t know why but it had become an habit.
Until she was finally stopped hiding, she found herself in an small town peaceful, she tried to act normal, putting on an sweater and cutting off her horn.
Why cut off her horn? To not be recognized of course.