Spotify prompt! Knuckles and tails, an 19 :)
Oh hoho! You managed to land FightSong by EVE (<- YouTube link), a song that by all rights shoulda been #2 (<- I refuse to pay Spotify money).
Hmm…. It’s been a while since I’ve done anything with Super Sonic Speed, but I always did intend to write follow-ups…
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The city is unbelievably loud. They’re in what Sonic had called a shopping district, and it’s apparently very popular. Knuckles would kind of like to go home, a lot, actually, but Tails is flirting from one shop to another and he doesn’t have it in him to shut the kid down. Sonic is somewhere on the periphery of their little group— he and Tails had bonded, thick as thieves, and Knuckles— well, he tolerated the guy.
Tails gasps like he’s seeing the sun rise for the first time, excited enough that he’s lifting off the ground. Knuckles ambles over, grabs him by the ankle, and pulls him back down. He’s looking at some sort of… thing. Knuckles can’t make heads or tails of it, but it’s definitely saying something to Tails.
Hmm. He is, at least, familiar with the idea of shops. Chao liked to set them up, sometimes, selling fruit or handmade crafts for rings, but Knuckles has no idea if their idea of currency and everyone else’s aligns. Would the shopkeep accept a fruit? Most chao did. It isn’t like rings are a problem, so…
Knuckles turns, seeking out Sonic in the crowd. There he is— stiff as anything, glancing frantically back and forth between Knuckles and some other hedgehog, a pink one. One of his friends, maybe? They look irritated, maybe not. Knuckles steps away from Tails, invites himself into their conversation.
“and you just RAN OFF—“ the hedgehog is shouting. Sonic cracks his mouth open, a faint wheeze escaping.
“Hey,” Knuckles says.
“—do you have ANY IDEA how WORRIED I was—“
This looks like a battle Sonic is better off fighting on his own. Still, Knuckles needs his question answered. “Hey,” he repeats, slightly louder.
“—I mean, I knew you were alright because my cards said so, but—“
“Hey Knuckles,” Sonic manages to crack out, “this is Amy.”
Amy tilts her head at him, and then gives him a sharp, discerning once-over. “Are you one of his other friends?” She asks.
“Yeah, sure,” Knuckles says, and then “do rings work as currency down here?”
She blinks at him, as if this is a weird thing to ask. “Yes?” She says.
“Okay,” Knuckles says, nodding, “try not to scare him too bad.”
Any lingering confusion evaporates, and she whirls around to find Sonic trying to sneak away. “AGAIN!” she shouts, full of conviction, and Knuckles makes his way back to where he left Tails. He isn’t pressed up against the glass anymore, so Knuckles steps into the store. Yeah, there he is. Hovering— literally— over the same display.
Knuckles takes a moment to properly observe, rooting around for the terms Tails would use, in an attempt to ensure he gets the right thing. There’s a looping track, and a few other gadgets on the sides. A switch, one of them looks like, and some barricade, and a few blinking lights. On the track itself is a… sideways cylinder, set on wheels, connected to a few boxes, puffing out smoke— or steam, maybe. Tails is absorbed enough in watching it chug along that he doesn’t even realize Knuckles is standing right next to him. Knuckles’ll just have to make sure he comes up for air, occasionally.
He casts about the rest of the store, vaguely lost. There are a lot of displays, and a lot of colourful boxes. Knuckles picks up one, flips it over, and realizes swiftly he is out of his depth. He brings the box over to Tails, handing it to him. Tails holds onto it for a full few seconds, watching with bated breath as the cylinder switches tracks, before he looks down. His fur all along his spine puffs up, and he turns to look at Knuckles so fast he has to wonder if Sonic hasn’t started to rub off on him in more ways than one. That’s the right box, for sure.
“Really?” Tails asks, voice breathy with excitement, and Knuckles ruffles his fur instinctually.
“‘Course.”
Maybe the shopping district isn’t that bad.
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YOUR ANIMAL FAMILIAR
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~ Salamander ~
The Salamander is a sometimes overlooked little creature, with many impressive abilities to make up for their size. For example, they are able to not only regenerate their tails, but limbs and even organs if they are badly injured. In the same way, you never let life's problems drag you down, and come right back strong as ever! This fiery determination of yours is still kept in balance by logical thinking and always being prepared for change in life.
A Salamander familiar helps to heal their master physically and emotionally, as well as giving them the drive to continue through anything.
~~***~~ This familiar represents ~~***~~
Healing - Determination - Adapting to change - Balance - An opportunist - Resourcefulness
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it's Eight thinkin hours again
It'll be awhile before I can get to Hoth, but I'm not ready for him to meet Saganu face to face. In-game there's nothing emotionally gut-punchy about it, but in this story...Saganu has to look at the prodigal son man who his wife cries for every other night. He'll try to make him see her, of course. Eight will blow him off. Say things like "our lives don't intersect anymore." ' you have burned a hole in her heart. you are hurting her to this day.' "then tell her to stop caring."
It's even colder than Chiss standards. He'll be enraged. He won't show it, of course, because wolves can smell weakness. He'll narrow his eyes at this young man who once sacrificed everything so his wife could get out of the Intelligence trap and escape into his arms and think, what happened to you?
Then Eight will blow a hazy cloud from the pipe his Nosta used to smoke and one piece of the puzzle will click into place. This is not a stranger; this is the part of his wife she left behind, excised from herself with tears and blood, and somehow, it became its own person.
His habits are all the same as hers. It's frightening to watch. He can't tell if he wants to thank him for saving Nosta's life so long ago in the past or shoot him in the leg for being a very-much alive skeleton in the closet who reduces her to tears on account of simply existing.
Saganu has had enough. "Get in," He demands, forceful yet restrained in his diplomat's way, lips pressed tightly together. He motions to the Ascendancy shuttle that lowers its landing dock then and there. Eight stares at him and blows yet another infuriating cloud of smoke that most would find seductive in the long way he takes a drag of it. Saganu knows very well it's an old tactic Nosta used, to draw attention to her lips and their succulent quality, the way they might suck on her intending target. He bristles.
"You are going to see her whether you like it or not, Agent."
Eight regards him in stoic silence, unmoving from the ice wall he's leaned against. "And here I thought we had an understanding."
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