!! CATCH ME —

JET THE HAWK

↳ from sonic the hedgehog

how about you all get ready for the REAL fastest guy in the universe! that hedge can't hog this title.

you think otherwise? do you know who you're talking to?

this is THE legendary wind master -- reader of winds, winner of races and leader of the great babylon rogues.

a notorious, and skilled, band of thieves that span across generations of babylonians -- if you haven't heard. ( but surely you have )

no to all the above? geez, you must be living under a rock!

don't fret, he'll be sure to leave his mark on this island yet. everyone will be singing his praise!

"you'll be left eating my dust when i'm done here! that's a promise!"

ya'll should see this morons canon room, isola is an improvement

jet's room!

don't even worry about it.

"oh, you've got to be kidding me."

"was about to say the place wasn't half bad, but then i got the ultimate smudge tacked on my whole view! what a rip!" this place couldn't even provide a hedgehog of worth -- they go for the bogus counterfeits.

"why not take that cup of mud and scamper out of the spotlight. let a real star set the scene!"

"how hard is it to point to an exit?"

"no city is too big or small to fly out of. i don't care about you, but there's no way they're keeping me here!" the least this girl could do was prove useful in pointing out a solid route. what a case of bad luck! 'i'm new here i don't know' or 'you leave when they let you leave' -- bah!! that may be the case for the rest of them, but he's different, and he'll prove it.

"outta my way, scrapheap!!" even with a 'warning', jet offered little -- more like no -- time for his words to sink in. capped speed he was allowed was far from optimal, but it was all he had to work with, and work with it he shall! everyone just needed to stop becoming an obstacle.

he's barely given the bot a second before he's brushing by, elbow clipping against a metal plate and hitching his momentum. a recoverable setback, but enough to have the kid squaking an abrubt, "hey, didn't you hear me!? move it!! i'm not getting caught because of some junkyard bot!"

"you call these a REPLACEMENT? don't make me laugh!" paper folds, crumpled violently between a set of tensed fingers. they curl, tear and warp the fans into something unrecognizable before they meet the ground with all the force he can muster.