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It will be coming to an end!!! I swore to serve as Lord Doom’s pledged, to be his eyes and his ears and his fist as he needed me, and mainly, he just let me run around the place and not do much…

We are nearabouts the blue thing called Mobius, and Shadow kindly said I should get off his comet and go somewhere where I would stop bugging him. He said the Blue Hedgehog lived here! Fantastic! He said the one I raced was a different one, and the one that freed me was a different one, and it is all very confusing, but he said that the world was a big place and that there was a dimensional rift called, uh, ‘Con-tin-ooh-tea’ that meant that there could be lots of Sonics, and lots of Shadows, and…. well, he said I was unique.

…

I think that is a good thing.

I am writing this now from the pod that he shoved me into. He told me to kiss the earth or something. I do not know why. He did not seem very happy about me once his father left, and… goodness, at least it pleased him muchly when I was in the pod. He was smiling, but it was a little scary!

I should touch ground in about a few hours. He said he hoped I made friends and, uh, the translation said something about breeding with myself. That was strange.

Hmm.

It feels so empty now that Lord Doom has gone on his sabbatical. Yes Shado-kai needs experience but…

But I miss him so.

shadow-of-my-eye:

leaderoftheblackarms:

shadow-of-my-eye:

If that was directed at me, leave me be. You, of all people, should know what I’m going through, spawning and all…

All of you.

And you of all no better than to take your mood out on everyone else

it’s not like they caused you to be ready for spawning, it was your choice to do so.

No one’s to blame but yourself, and I know you know better than to blame something of your own choice on others.

Starting fights will not make your situation any better, either.

Your offspring will not grow to learn to better themselves from such childish antics.

Blaming others? My choice? I don’t have a choice to spawn—it’s my nature. I can’t control it, you moron. Perhaps your reproduction works differently than mine, but I sure as hell can’t control when my sons are ready to be born and when they are not. 

Perhaps you misread and misjudged. You sound incredibly confused.

I’m not blaming anyone for having children, much less putting them in a negative light. I’ve felt nauseous, feverish, and weak for the past three days and I’m on my wit’s end already—I don’t need two people whining to one another about their romantic lives. It aggravates me even more and gods know how much I don’t need that on my conscience. 

So perhaps it was wrong of me to growl about something that was none of my business, but you will know better yourself not to tell me how my children will grow or not grow. You are on thin ice if you speak of my children in such a lowly manner.

This one thinks that you know little of the Shiimari anatomy, much less his voiding process, that you should say such things so arrogantly to mine master. It is a noble thing that he does, a blessed union of meditation and of the divine energies that compose the world. Kaos himself is a fundamental portion.

My master is strong to endure this, and to allow his body as a conduit. He focuses this life energy into a physical shape, providing form to magnificent function. You - you think you can just stop it off? This is his life-purpose, and you scorn it.

Further, you sound as condescending as an arjinka to their own quibbet, or as friends to a laden soon-to-be ama. ‘You could have not lain together’, people like you would say. ‘It is your own fault’. I tell you, lay with a sand skazja, and bear their three-pronged grubs!!! It is nature at work! It is the Goddess! Do not think to scorn or deny!

shadow-of-my-eye:

[[OKAY. JUST TO ESTABLISH THIS AS CLEARLY AS POSSIBLE, I WILL ANSWER THIS ONE. XDD My good friend and I RP allllll the time via IMing and so Kachi sourced from our RPs on there. What I am about to tell you is completely and totally separate from the Doom you all know on here!! <33

Kachi is an accidental kiddo that came from Turbo and Doom back from when Turbo used to…erm…service Doom. OC, not in the games. He’s a cutie pie, but he can get into a mess of trouble. I believe he’s expected to pass away at a young age, though, due to genetic complications and stuff. ;A;]]

((^.^ Kachi is myyyy fault!!!

Saranj are able to mate with lots of things and produce eggs - and Kachi was one of them. Such hybridization is unusual and so he isn’t entirely valid - he can’t make babies of his own. In fact, because of such cross-breeding, he gained a curse and a blessing at the same time.

Black Doom has the ability to heal his own kind. Saranj heal faster when they are in the presence of each other, particularly when they are hugging or touching each other. Kachi got a new sort of deal - his blood and DNA, when injected or fed to a person or creature, actually heals wounds, and can even reverse aging in uninjured individuals. His cells have long telomerases and are constantly reversing aging in themselves, so he will always look very young, though he matured quickly into his most stable age-group. Unfortunately, he heals himself and others at the expense of his own life and energy, so while he will be young and vibrant, he will flicker out relatively quickly in the eyes of Doom.

Kii, another fan-character used to move plot forward, (again, my faaaault) is halfway between using Kachi as the insta-cure for their species, and trying to keep him alive. He’s been around G.U.N. and Fate for too long. He’s totally okay with using him and experimenting on him —- but the pacifist inside him, the young doctor, does not want to inflict harm upon a living creature. It’s a weird half-way point, and Kachi is just happy to oblige.))

shadow-of-my-eye:

turbosblog:

shadow-of-my-eye:

Shadow hasn’t said “hello” or greeted me today. 

Did…I do something wrong??

Colloquialism: Suck it.

You are not a good father, and he wants very little to do with you, just like Kachi. »

-Frowns, deeply hurt.-

O-oh…

You make a poor leader. Kii-sensei was right. I should have allied with someone stronger. »

shadow-of-my-eye:

Shadow hasn’t said “hello” or greeted me today. 

Did…I do something wrong??

Colloquialism: Suck it.

You are not a good father, and he wants very little to do with you, just like Kachi. »

bluedudewithatude:

turbosblog:

*Backward? That smarmy git. He stuck his tongue out in return, but even that was the act of losing disgracefully, of watching him slide smoothly across their invisible finish line and into heights of glory. Geh, and there was that trumped up ‘waiting’ motion.

If Sonic would act undignified, then he could at least finish with grace. He made sure the other was watching before he slowed down, taking the last few feet at a more natural, Mobian-looking run. He held his head high and the smile tacked on, but his eyes betrayed the defeat.*

“That was a beautiful race. I thought you were slower than that - it’s not a mistake I’ll make again.”

*He was… surprisingly gracious for someone who’d just been beaten. But then again, the hedgehog had a pair of legs on him the likes he’d never seen before. This would only be the first of many.*

“Ahhh… gracious.” *He stretched cramped muscles and then relaxed.* “What is there on this planet that you like to eat?”

*Of course, Sonic chuckled at Turbo’s rather childish notion of sticking his tongue out; even though calling it childish was such a hypocritical thing for him to do. He’s done the exact thing himself at times, so he had no room to talk.

Aaand of course, in Sonic’s eyes, Turbo just tries that patience of his by taking it at a normal Mobian’s pace. No panting, no anything. He was doing this on purpose just to peeve him off for winning, wasn’t he? He taps his foot faster; hands still on his sides. Come on, cross it already…*

*And he finally did. A smile on was on his face, and Sonic joined his side with a smile of his very own. He holds out a hand to shake in sportsmanship at first, but as Turbo talks; especially at his accusation that Sonic was slower than that, he puts his hands on his sides yet again; having a rather cocky smirk replace the good sport smile.*

You thought I was slower than that? Come on! Who’d you think you were racing, Jet the Hawk without his board?! 

Heh. And if you’re ever wanting a rematch, just let me know! I’m always up for a race! 

*He blinked as Turbo stretched. Did he just cramp a muscle or two? Why else would he just suddenly start stretching right after a race? It was before running that it would help; not after!*

Hm… well; there’s the usual chili dog stands….

*Turbo was being responsible to his body. That was all there was to it. To go immediately from running to walking about or yet more running would cause a painful buildup of acids in the muscles, no matter how physically fit he was. It would happen at some point, and he wanted to avoid potential damage. A ‘cooldown’ period with less-stressful activity would help that immensely. Hence the stretching and the walking.

For racers of his species, in particular, they had a rather short ‘shelf-life’. They’d taught him to preserve what he could, and keep him racing for a good 15 years… he wasn’t exactly sure what he could do if he had to stop running. He’d probably die.*

“What is a ‘chi-li-dog’?” *His face scrunched up thoughtfully.*

bluedudewithatude:

turbosblog:

*He’d underestimated this one, he really had. Watching him slow down like that, he honestly considered that he’d run himself out of energy, and was going to offer him some tips after the race about eating habits and keeping a pace, assuming that this one wasn’t neaaarly as used to running at the same measures as he was. A costly mistake. He’d even slowed down a little to keep from absolutely wiping out at the end — now he wouldn’t have another chance.

Genuine wonderment, pleasure, and even a little self-derision appeared on his face as he watched the other book it past him. Alright. Last few feet. It would be close. He pressed on quick and furious himself, delighted. Best! Best race ever!*

*And Sonic, ends up walking backward to the finish line’s edge as he waited for any sign of Turbo approaching on the horizon. After a couple of seconds, which was the least his patience could last, Sonic chuckled and turned back around, using the same speed from before to finish the loop and skid to a screeching halt across the finish line. He tapped his foot, hands on his sides upon stopping. 

Now all he’d have to do was wait out Turbo’s arrival, obviously the victor of this race.*

*Backward? That smarmy git. He stuck his tongue out in return, but even that was the act of losing disgracefully, of watching him slide smoothly across their invisible finish line and into heights of glory. Geh, and there was that trumped up ‘waiting’ motion.

If Sonic would act undignified, then he could at least finish with grace. He made sure the other was watching before he slowed down, taking the last few feet at a more natural, Mobian-looking run. He held his head high and the smile tacked on, but his eyes betrayed the defeat.*

“That was a beautiful race. I thought you were slower than that - it’s not a mistake I’ll make again.”

*He was… surprisingly gracious for someone who’d just been beaten. But then again, the hedgehog had a pair of legs on him the likes he’d never seen before. This would only be the first of many.*

“Ahhh… gracious.” *He stretched cramped muscles and then relaxed.* “What is there on this planet that you like to eat?”

bluedudewithatude:

turbosblog:

*He would remain on the ground. That was his focus; as long as there was no obstacles, he’d make his way on the surest path he could see, and even if Sonic was going to use mechanisms to speed himself along or cut his route a little shorter, he would still try to win. He’d just have to push himself harder.

He put on another burst of speed, hustling hard. Come on… come ooooon…*

*And for the first time in this race, besides earlier when Sonic went to a higher route, Turbo managed to pass him! It surprised Sonic for a little while, but then he figured… maybe this Turbo guy wanted a challenge?

Well, he wasn’t giving him enough of one! This is what he was saving that ring energy for; a remarkable finish. Time to break out that Sonic Speed in a last minute sprint to the finish!

The hedgehog slowed down just slightly, and then…just two seconds after, he broke out in a burst of super fast speed…. Breaking the sound barrier without breaking a sweat. In a spectacular blue streak; Sonic quickly regained his lead…. and made sure it stayed there by a landslide with the loop completely in view and just a jog, in his eyes, away from winning! It’s at this point, he slows down. Keeping the pace just a bit slower to see if the guy had what it takes to keep up with that. If it was a challenge he wanted, a challenge he’d get!*

*He’d underestimated this one, he really had. Watching him slow down like that, he honestly considered that he’d run himself out of energy, and was going to offer him some tips after the race about eating habits and keeping a pace, assuming that this one wasn’t neaaarly as used to running at the same measures as he was. A costly mistake. He’d even slowed down a little to keep from absolutely wiping out at the end — now he wouldn’t have another chance.

Genuine wonderment, pleasure, and even a little self-derision appeared on his face as he watched the other book it past him. Alright. Last few feet. It would be close. He pressed on quick and furious himself, delighted. Best! Best race ever!*