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[ shadow doesn't offer much in this situation, at times he doesn't want to, as far as he's concerned it's acquiring the chaos emeralds that will return to him his memory. the outcome of the world isn't any of his business, humans can burn along with this wasted potential of land that they walk on. humans never done him any favors so he responds in the way they respond to him — anger and bloodshed.

black doom always reminds him that shadow should kill the humans along the way, extinguish their futile lives because if they live then they'll get in the way. shadow agrees with that, they'll get in the way of what he has to do, therefore to make sure of that then each one has to go. the less they move, the better. g.u.n. has already sent out a warning across the nation, through the radio and on the news if anyone follows: stay away from the red and black hedgehog, do not initiate contact unless he's under control.

some people are unlucky, much like the young girl in his memories, this "maria" he recalls. every time he thinks of her, something inside of him shifts, and that rising anger shows itself as he glares at the human before him whose scooting away as quickly as they can. they're begging, they want him to rethink the situation, shadow used to be a hero, he used to help those he came across even if reluctant. as of now, those feelings aren't part of shadow's desire as a red glow pulsates at the tip of his fur, and then dies down once he realizes that he doesn't have to take his irritation out on this person.

no, all he has to do is ...

there's a gunshot, a red splatter and whatever waste shoots out from behind against the large window. without a care, shadow kicks the body forward, using it as a projectile to break the glass, and while beams tend to shoot down, destroying the city every so often, this time there's one body that hits the ground with a loud thump. taking a step forward, shadow walks to the edge of the window, looking out in his decision of where he needs to go to next considering the emerald is in this city somewhere. ]

[ to some, shadow is a blemish on their past, a stain that appears over and over in their career, and the only thing that serves as a horrible reminder of their complete breakdown. it's unfair, it's irritating, and because that sole individual's existence is the downfall of many much more is why an idea came to mind.

get rid of him, get rid of all of them, make sure not one is left that way in all worlds, in all verses, he will never be an issue anymore. which leaves the world to be cut open, the people will watch their happiness crushed before them — the death of their loved ones, the the destruction of their will. that means the eternal reign of pain and fear will be never-ending.

simply infinite.

that's the situation at hand, it comes in the form of a headache, it feels as though they can't breathe, like their life is slowly being drained from their body. it's this one time that's different from the others, as though the world is being fragmented, breaking down the individuals affected within their very core. the world slows, sound completely stops until it picks up all at once enough to destroy a human's eardrums, or any common animal.

and then everything goes black, until color paints the very world they fall in— it's jarring, almost like water colors spreading onto a canvas, it's an arena first, and then people are slowly filled in one by one. it's difficult to call them people, they appear to be creatures of various sizes, but they all have one thing in common. they're like phantoms, incorporeal entities that have no unique shape. sometimes they glitch, when they blink, their body parts form somewhere else, and their organs slip outside their body and sometimes pull back inside (thanks to another entity behind with their arm phasing through to help). it's meant to be a living nightmare to onlookers, but the beings looking in: they're excited, awed by what they see.

it's like seeing the copy of a wild animal, why is there two, they don't know. however, the individual who rules over the proceedings of the fight is just as thrilled at the prospect of it. their language is hard to parse, but it slurs and sounds wet, and they say how the winner will be able to go free from their amusement. as disheartened as they are if true, they must follow the rules of the prophet that showed them the way.

that's why they're centered in the middle, in a sort of wide shield that keeps them confined and unable to leave out of it. besides, if they're smart, they'd know not to touch it. in shadow's case, it's not an unfamiliar circumstance to him when the whole world is like a cage to him — but his eyes land on what's before him, a hand resting against his forehead wondering if he's seeing things. if he's ill.

to him, he can only scoff in amusement, he's done this song and dance before. he doesn't know the technicalities of what's before him, but if they're like any other that he's seen then when he dashes forward without even speaking of his confusion of where he is, he's already swinging his foot right into the chest of the "clone", or "android" or whatever it is to send it flying back into the shield.

...

he's a little squishier than shadow would have expected. ]

Was it wise to show such betrayal to the king?

[ a silver gauntlet moves to the hilt of his sword, firmly holding it in hand as he unsheathes the weapon and points arondight towards the young woman. her confession of needing to go home reminds the round table of a witch has entered their ranks, but lancelot speaks that it must be mania, that she's afflicted with a curse. the round table is small, it is only him, gawain and her. as much as gawain wanted to take the chance to dispose of whoever stands against king arthur, lancelot took this chance considering his position. ]

I am King Arthur's closest and most loyal knight, and I will slay whoever opposes him, as well as your words.

[ one step forward, the clink of his armor follows, and he watches the woman through the gaps of his helmet. she's unable to see the furrow of his brow, or the glare in his eyes, but his voice fills the void of his emotion. both commanding and determined, he continues on. ]

Face me.

Edited 2025-03-12 20:16 (UTC)

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[ which means she's wasting shadow's time that he could be using to do something else like destroying eggman bases? understandable. ]

There. Problem solved, everything else is in your ability to work out.

[ he doesn't have to deal with the technicalities of making the lie a truth, he's pretty sure she can strong-arm anyone into doing something with her. ]

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I'll pass, you're the one with the tastes of a child.

[ double chocolate? get real... ]

With your pets? Here I thought you fed them better.

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