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[obfuskate]

[This was ridiculous. No, through and through, it was completely random and illogical and produced nothing more than a Shadow the Hedgehog that happened to be even grumpier than usual.

He did what he could against FinalHazard, fell to Earth, and then... this? How did he get sent through some kind of dimensional rift? He didn't seem to be on the Earth he knew, so... where exactly was he?

The Hands weren't very cooperative, he mused as he tapped into the computer in front of him. As he remained secluded in his nearly empty room, he recalled the moment, the confusion, the demands he posed, the responses he received, and the... bathing trunks he received, made out of fresh orange peel.

He couldn't even fathom why that last part happened.

If these disembodied hands were really the head honchos they claimed to be -- something he sincerely doubted from the lack of professionalism -- then he would have no choice but to find his answers via a different method. This place seemed far from empty. Very far from empty.

He prefers to work alone, for sure. However, he didn't horribly mind seeking some clues. As long as he kept on-track and associated with these people as little as possible, he felt that he could manage this.

He typed and typed, only what was necessary, and left it at that:]

I demand to know why I have been brought here. Who leads this facility and peruses the idea of playing with inter-dimensional portals like children's toys? They clearly have such little respect for the power they possess. How very reckless...

[Yet he wasn't about to use up his time complaining. There was some kind of silly shenanigan afoot, and he has to get to the bottom of it. ASAP.]

Inform me of your school's history with unwilling arrivals. Otherwise, don't even bother wasting my time. I won't be here long.

[He leaves it at that for a moment after realizing that said hands were attempting to communicate with him. After a brief session, he returns to tack this on:]

Don't let this position of 'Truancy Officer' fool any of you. My intent is to leave. That is unquestionable.

Ha... I refuse to believe these 'Hands' lead your facility... Take me to your real leaders, humans!

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[Meanwhile, he's lurking around on campus, as if seeking something in specific, but being unable to locate it. What could 'it' be? Who even knows. At this point, with him having no idea what in the world what happened in the first place to bring him here other than the presence of some portal, he... is not sure what to do? That alone is an uncomfortable thought for him.

He's the Ultimate Lifeform, a powerful being to be feared in both body and mind. This shouldn't be baffling him like this!

Whatever, at least he's free to approach around the school and its surrounding areas. Just don't expect for him to be, uh... enthusiastic.]

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LATE TO THE PARTY but. Yes. [Action]

[icequeen_aran]

[Lurking around campus can be a dangerous task. Especially when Samus wanted to take advantage of the nice weather.

That is to say, the school's parking lot offered far more asphalt than the firehouse did, making it (begrudgingly) a less-muddy place to wash her motor bike. With any luck no one would bother the blonde woman as she passed a hose and sudsy sponge over her considerably advanced looking machine.]

[action; vroom vroom bbbbbbbb]

[obfuskate]

[Shadow is a heavily focus-oriented person, one to take no bullshit or pull out any stops when it came to accomplishing his goals.

However, he couldn't deny that he found himself a bit distracted by that sweet-ass motorbike over there. Um, yes, that is the finest specimen of a motorcycle he has ever seen. Ever. Not that he's really seen many motorcycles in his life, considering he only spent a short time off of the ARK, but still. GODDAMN.

Don't mind him, Samus, he's just. Eying it from afar, maybe a little astonished. (Wow, what engine does that thing have on it...?)]

[bbbbb beep beep]

[icequeen_aran]

[If Samus was ever openly proud of anything, it might be her favorite pet project; a red bike looking something something like this with tints of this. Weathered scuffs, scratches, and maybe a bullet hole or two if you looked closely dotted the hull, suggesting the bike had quite a bit of history.

And of course, also dotting the tires and other places was dirt where it didn't belong.

Samus was seemingly focused on the task at hand... until she spoke up.]

Can I help you, Shadow?

Re: [bbbbb beep beep]

[obfuskate]

[Both brows raised upon his name falling on observant ears. So this woman knew him, too. This one felt... slightly less off-the-wall, considering she seemed less wacky than the majority of the people he'd already come to know.

Because seriously, these people are crazy freaks.

He placed a hand on his hip, eyes still on the motorbike as he spoke.]

So, you claim to know me, too...

Rather, the 'me' of the future.

[If what Knuckles told him was really correct, and by the evidence collected so far, it was looking very probable.]

[icequeen_aran]

[Everyone is crazies here. She is equally observant, and notes the manner in which he addresses her--as if he had never met her before. Not out-of-the-ordinary for this school, but no less jarring when once experienced it. Samus doesn't express this at all however, and merely gives him acknowledgement in the form of of eye contact.]

If it's any consolation I don't know much more than your name.

And that you like what you see here.

[originalthecharacter]

[well

WELL

...

Yeah, he can definitely admit that much. Shadow doesn't inch any closer, nor does he waver from his current stance -- look with your eyes, not with your hands -- but his eyes aren't peeling away.]

... What are its specifications?

[Just. You know. Out of curiosity. Not that he'll get one someday no nope no way naw.]

[icequeen_aran]

Uses a mini field-exclusion gluino power source and a relativistic drive type, 10MHz. A G-diffuser system was installed to supplement that. Gives it a nice kick and by kick I mean the ability to hover, and can run on fuel gel too.

[That all probably sounded like a bunch of sci-fi rubbish, but in the event she wasn't being taken seriously, her facial expression should have negated that. She wasn't pulling any of that out of her ass. But the mun mostly was.]

You like bikes?

[obfuskate]

They... interest me.

[He understood most of that, really. It sounded a lot like it would be pretty powerful... but what gets him is one very certain term that stands out:]

A G-diffuser system... [A slight tilt of the head.] It must be able to hover pretty well.

[The tone in his voice? Full of genuine intrigue. He likes the idea of a hover-bike. Just. Kickass, ok.]

[icequeen_aran]

[The woman seemed to ease in her body language, ever so subtly permitting the hedgehog a closer look, if he so desired.]

Installed by none other than the F-Zero racing champion himself.

[Whom she was sure would have a field day with that ego stroking, minor as it was.]

[obfuskate]

F-... Zero.

[The name rolled off of his tongue with uncertainty. He gave a look to the school -- was this champion here, exactly? -- and placed a hand to his hip.]

Can't say I've heard of it. [He looked back over to the bike, this time with more of a focus on its lower components. G-diffuser, G-diffuser...]

That would imply that g-diffusers are common in their craft. Is that right?

[icequeen_aran]

That's right. [He's observant and smart, too.] You might like the races. I never thought I would, but they're exciting.

I've also seen g-diffusers in some space craft, but they far exceed the capabilities of what I've got in here.

[She pats the seat of her bike for emphasis. Then, a pause.]

...For the time being, anyway.

[There's really only so much even Miss Aran can do to this damn bike, but damn it all if she doesn't love pushing it to its limits.]

[obfuskate]

[If Samus herself is observant enough, she might notice that, despite his standoffish position with arms cross and scowl permeating his muzzle, that his tail was twitching a little with excitement.

Fucking motorcycles, man. Fucking motorcycles.]

I... would be interested to see what you'll do with it.

[In the meantime, F-Zero. Right. He might just have to check that out.]

[icequeen_aran]

[Oh my god that's so cute, Samus squealed.]

Check in later, then. I'll be giving it a test drive around the campus.

[This is around where Samus realizes she's been having an actual conversation with someone and it's been... nice?! What is going on.]

[obfuskate]

[HEDGEHOGS ARE ALWAYS ADORABLE BABIES OKAY.

EVEN WHEN THEY'RE MASSIVE DOUCHEBALLS.]

... I see. I'll keep an eye out for you.

[He turns around, and then pauses. Wait. He forgot something kind of vital.]

And you are?

[icequeen_aran]

[TOTALLY ADORABLE.]

Aran. Samus Aran.

[obfuskate]

Mm.

[He gives a simple nod of acknowledgement before beginning to head off.]

We will definitely meet again, Samus Aran.

[Besides, you're one of the more sane people he's met so far. S I G H]

[icequeen_aran]

[S I G H. She knows that feel, bro.]