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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.]

Comments

[monotreme_101]

Huh. Let me guess - You don't recall the last time you were here, huh?

[obfuskate]

... Of course not.

I haven't been here before.

[............ what]

[monotreme_101]

Yeah. You have.

Like you said - it's a space... time... thing. You were here for a long while before. But then you left, and now you've come back. Possibly from your own past or maybe from an alternate dimension. But You were here when I arrived like four years ago and were here on and off for a few years after.

[originalthecharacter]

... Hn. Paradox space is nothing to be trifled with.

If an alternative 'me' had already left here, provided you're speaking the truth... then there must be a means for me to leave.

If you know anything more, speak.

[That's a demand. He wasn't going to let any bit of information slip from his fingers.]

[monotreme_101]

You can leave any time you want. None of us is stuck here. In fact, you can go to plenty of other places and times and even worlds. I travel back to Angel Island all the time - it's parked out in the ocean.

Train, bus, warp ring, walking, warp pipe, space ship.... all of them can take you out of the city. How you get where you want to go is your own business, but if you really wanna go, be my guest.

[iamtheeggman]

Oh goodie. You're BACK.

[obfuskate]

Ah, Doctor.

What a pleasant surprise.

[Can you detect his sarcasm? Because it is thick as fuck.]

[iamtheeggman]

Charming as ever, I see.

So I suppose I'd better ask what YOUR last memory is, hm?

[obfuskate]

You say that as if it's routine.

[honestly, he has already figured out from knuckles that it probably... is, what with inter-dimensional travel being a huge thing here, but it's still sort of ridiculous in his mind.

he still didn't expect to be asked the same question TWICE.]

I was taking care of the prototype.

[iamtheeggman]

Prototype, what are you--

[operatingbuddy]

[While Shadow roamed around campus, eventually he would be approached by a strange looking robot.]

Pardon me. You appear to be lost.

[obfuskate]

[What a strange robot. Its mechanical makeup... no, it definitely wasn't like the Doctor's robots at all. It was quite different.

Apart from turning his head to examine the creation, he hadn't moved an inch.]

I am not lost.

I'm investigating. That is none of your business.

[operatingbuddy]

Query: do you require assistance?

[Sorry Shadow, your grumpiness is not very effective.]

[obfuskate]

Not hardly.

[SHADOW uses REJECTION!

It's not very effective...]

[operatingbuddy]

Very well. If you require any information or assistance, I will be available.

[R.O.B. used FAKE OUT!]

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[will_be_god]

Unfortunately, they have declared themselves leaders, and they have demonstrated power beyond even the creator of the universe. It is a rebellious power, one of chaos rather than order.

You are free to leave, or rather there are no barriers. However, if those Hands have decided to force you to remain, perhaps fate may play out differently.

Consider it an opportunity.

Re: text

[obfuskate]

[YOU'RE A LITTLE LATE ON THAT, CYRUS.]

I've realized that already.

[Except...

Wait, one of those lines stood out.]

They can force me to stay?

[Considering they're making him a 'truancy officer'...

Damn. Maybe that's what they want.]

Re: text

[will_be_god]

It is well within their power, yes. Most are able to come and go.

Although...perhaps it is not them. If you are bound here, examine what other forces may exist. Tell me, know you of a shadowy world, one of the darkest legend?

Re: text

[obfuskate]

[... what the fuq bro]

No.

Examine what other forces 'may' exist? Don't be such a fool. I need something more concrete than your mythos.

Re: text

[will_be_god]

I speak nothing of mythos, but of your own experience. Consider what may have marked you.

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.