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smashacademy2012-04-04 04:36 pm
obfuskate) wrote in smashacademy2012-04-04 04:36 pm
oo1; text / action
[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.]
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!
-----------
[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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[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?
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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.]
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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.]
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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.]
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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?
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TOTALLY ADORABLE.]Aran. Samus Aran.
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[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]
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