smashacademy | Goodbyes. [Video]

Hey, gang. You probably already saw Goombella's thing about her leavin'. Sorry to say, but I'm goin' too.

Her Professor is sending a team to an Archaeological dig out in some place called Skyrim. So, there's plenty of treasure for me to hunt. Also? Dragons keep attacking towns in the area we're going to be researching. Like... huge dragons. REALLY huge Dragons. So, I'm going to go and fight them! Y'know. Keep the villagers safe and stuff.

[If you think you can hear barely contained excitement in his voice, you aren't dreaming.]

Anyhow, I'm gonna be around campus fixing up my affairs and stuff, and also packing at the apartment getting ready to move. So... uh. Heh. I suck at goodbyes but there's a bunch'a folks I need to say 'em to.

I'll catch you around.

[[OOC: So, if you think your character is someone Knuckles would want to say 'See Ya' to before he leaves, feel free to either set up an action post (I'm super flexible. Anywhere any time is fine.) or just reply to the video and we can go from there! If you would sooner not, then we can just assume they did their thing offscreen!]]

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"Tch... shame. He's a good guy. Last guy I woulda expected to go sour."

He wondered if he had time to stop and figure out what the deal was. Unfortunately enough, probably not. At least if he wanted to make sure he got some quality time with everyone else.

He finished up his reps and stayed sitting in the machine.

"Hey. Uh. I don't guess you saw my network post from earlier?"

Max was bad at reading network posts, because they weren't made out of iron.

"What network post?" Max asked, as he was putting more weight on the bar. "The one about you gettin' married? I saw that one."

"Nah, guy. The one I made this morning."

Dangit.

"I'm leaving. Goombella got called away from the school to work on an archaeological dig in a place called Skyrim. I'm going along too to work as security for the dig and to help the locals out with their dragon problem."

"Oh," said Max. "So, you gonna be gone for a couple of months or somethin'? You just got back."

Bubble bursting in 3...

"Nah, man. The dig is a years long project. It's like... tombs on top of tombs on top of ancient cities on top of tombs. It's... y'know. This is my last week here, pretty much."

He sounds excited when he's talking about tombs because damn dude, so much archaeology, so treasure, such ancient. But he sounds genuinely bummed when he hits the last part.

"I just got here from spending most of my morning boxing up the apartment."

"Oh," said Max. "So, uh. Guess you're leavin' for more than a couple of months. More like a few years."

Well that was... unexpected and Max was at a loss for what to say next.

"Yeah. That's.... well. I mean, that's pretty much it."

He didn't even know if it was just a couple of years. For all he knew something else might come up and he'd never wind up making it back.

"It's... uh. Y'know. I mean, it was kinda sudden. Got back to find a lot of information sent to use by Goombella's old Professor and had to start makin' preparations to leave pretty quick."

"Oh," said Max, again. "Then, uh, I guess, uh, I'm gonna miss havin' you around." Don't cry, Max. Don't do it. You can hold back all of those emotions. You can do it. "You're a good man... enchil... echidna. So, you gonna come over here and give me a hug to say goodbye, or you just gonna stand there knockin' the weights in your shoes together in the squat rack?"

"Of course." Knuckles replied, getting out of the rack and walking over.

"You're, uh, gonna have to bend down. Unless you want me to jump up there."

If they just stayed standing, Knuckles would be hugging Max's knees.

Max bent down and reached out to grab Knuckles and... his eyes were clearly wet and his eyes were leaking some sort of ... liquid.

Testosterone? Were his eyes leaking testosterone? They were probably leaking testosterone.

"Aw geeze..."

Yeah. Testosterone. Right.

Knuckles reached up and placed his arms around as much of Max's industrial sized neck as he could.

"I'm gonna miss training with you, guy."

"Yeah, me too," said Max, as he held the tiny red thing to his industrial-sized neck. "You, uh, you take care of yourself. Don't let nobody tell you you're too short."

"You know me better'n that, man." Knuckles replied. "It's just that everyone else is way too tall."

Especially you, Max. Especially you.

"You take care of yourself too, buddy. Keep an eye on the school for me. Eggman is still here. And Cyrus. And Bowser. Lots of bad guys."

Goodbyes. [Video]

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You don't sit in the squat rack, bro. You stand. Do you even lift, bro. Do you. Even. Lift.

Knuckles sits. Because he can. Sometimes he lays down.

Is he one of those douchebags who bench presses in the squat rack? Is he -that- guy?

Yeah, sure, why not.

Get out of here and don't come back until you learn how to weight lift right.

He is getting out of here. He is doing just that.

Good. I want you gone.

We both know that's a lie.

SHUT UP. JUST LEAVE.

/Hugs shhhhh shhhhh it's OK

::sobs and sings 'I know you too well to like you anymore' to himself::

/gently tussles your hair and shhhhh-es until it's all out of your system