#coreseekcr

Shadow had just finished helping Tails and Classic with their mission in the Chemical Plant. For the most part, he was playing the role of bodyguard. Simply keeping robots from getting at the fox while Classic kept an eye out for any incoming jackals. Fighting beforehand had never been this pain inducing, but he grit his teeth and bore it. Only letting himself show weakness once the duo had split back to headquarters. Hand over his mouth, the hedgehog coughed violently; his mind hazy from the lack of oxygen. It would end soon. That was his only consolation in this moment. Just knowing that there was an end in sight to how horribly his lungs burned, how painful it was to stand there and exist.

Just as the violent coughs racking his form seemed to quell, the echoed sound of a cough caught his ears. Ruby eyes, once squeezed shut against the agony, now scanned around him for anybody nearby. Only to land on that of a tall, blue-skinned… human? Clearly, they weren’t entirely human, but Shadow wasn’t quite sure what to call them. The taller being was leaned against an alley wall, small robotic thing hovering nearby. The sight was curious, mildly alien. The longer he surveyed the scene, the stranger it all seemed to be.

This human was dressed as if they were planning some grand journey. Cloaks over cloaks, scarf, thick tunic, bracers… A pistol seemed to be strapped to their hip, but he didn’t recognize what kind it could be. Visually, he could almost call it out as a flare gun. Lying at the stranger’s feet were what appeared to be several chunks of scrap technology as well. A few robotic pieces, a motherboard, and what seemed to be some high-tech containment device. Brows furrowing, he decided to take a gamble.

Guarded, the shorter of the two stepped into the mouth of the alleyway, getting a better look at the mess of wires and scattered metal strewn around. It looked like they had been taking the lost robot arm apart. For what purpose, he had no idea.

“You shouldn’t be out here.” it was easy to remind them of that. So very simple would it be to just tell them that they were being an idiot. Thankfully, he managed to refrain. “Any closer to the chemical plant and you’ll be attacked. Head back into the city.”

Infinite had seen many things across all of the dimensions. Nothing was weird or monstrous to him anymore, simply a beast of a different time or plane. Yet, when confronted with a coughing mass of red cloth swinging a blue sword wildly at nothing… well, it brought him a great deal of pause. Not only due to the unknown origin of the brightly colored creature, but also the way they moved. Undoubtedly skilled with their weapons, as the easily switched from blade to projectile while seemingly dodging attacks. Unfortunately it seemed they were completely insane. Slashing at the air and stumbling around like a wounded animal. Adding to it was the blood they coughed up any time there was a lilt in their perceived fight.

Lowering himself to the street, the jackal attempted to get a better look at the man. Curious as to what he was potentially going to be dealing with during this patrol. However, as soon as his shoes touched down they took notice and were coming towards him. A click of the tongue echoed in his mask. Well, if he had no choice but to kill —

Blinking in confusion, he stared at the now collapsed drifter at his feet.

Ah.

{researching for muses is def one of my favorite parts of picking up a new one. you can find out so much just Cool stuff I love it}

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Paper does still exist in Silver’s old future! But not in really good condition, and whatever’s survived isn’t readable. Written history was effectively destroyed by years of degradation and whatever disaster struck the world years ago.

This also resulted in people becoming completely illiterate and not really knowing what a majority of common things were, developing words for them.

{can I cosign this petition}