#knightlyrival

I told myself I was gonna do serious art this weekend.

ohh, they gotta -poke the ball of bluness

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Cold. That's all he could think to describe this planet. Cold, snow-covered, frostbite-inducing bitterly cold. Halcandra was situated in a warmer climate, so Galacta Knight found it hard to adapt.

And yet, life still found a way. Evergreen trees thrived here, as well as tough little plants that somehow bore fruit despite the snow. Animals big and small milled about in the forest- There was even a village of Cappies nearby!

The villagers were awfully friendly towards the Puffball. They offered him shelter in a disused cabin situated on top of a hill in exchange for slaying a large wolf-like beast that had gotten a taste for Cappy. Galacta Knight clung to the wolf's skinned pelt tightly as he headed for his "home." If word of mouth was correct, they would be in for some weather tonight, and night was falling fast.

He trudged through snow, eager to start up the fireplace and hunker down for the night. Nearly there, just cresting over the hill... When a Puffball the color of the night sky came into view.

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[ TEND ]: sender begins to care for the receiver’s injuries.

🍃🏹➳   An eye opened drearily as she felt something,  shift and touch her injured,  exposed ribs.   That something,  as the light pooled in and vision focused,  was actually someone,  it seemed.    A small,  round creature,  sentient,  judging from his well-crafted armor.  

         A groan escaped her lips as a surge of pain shot through the injured area.    At first this gave Huntress Wizard reason to believe that perhaps the orbish being was either harming or trying to take her belongings,  and she immediately attempted to sit up to try and shoo him away.    Big mistake,  as not only did she discover he was bandaging it to stifle the bleeding,  it also just made it hurt much much worse.

        Seeing as there was no danger from him,  for now,  she allowed herself to succumb to the pain,  and flopped back down on her back,  groaning again.

     Much like anything, there will always been an immediate degree of distrust and hostility whenever being questioned about something so deeply connected to him. But really, that’s more of a gut reaction than his true stance. Because truth be told, the histories of the long-gone Echidnas are steadily becoming more and more known by the general public. Even the most standard Joe-Schmoe could probably go “Oh yeah, the Echidnas? That’s something to do with the red guy that hangs around Sonic, right?” so... The cat’s sort of out of the bag with that one. 

     And as such, he’s surprisingly willing to give away what he knows about the Echidnas of old. After all, there’s not really much harm the knowledge of their history could cause. At least, not anymore. The most that could have been gained was information about Chaos and his connections to the Master Emerald, and, yet again, cat’s out of the bag with that one too. Thanks Eggman. 

     So, all in all, so long as you don’t pester him to the point of annoyance, he’s not the most friendly during a game of twenty-questions, he’ll speak on his history. There are still things that he himself is trying to piece together and discover, so perhaps any recent information is reserved for him and his close friends. But any general details Knuckles finds okay enough to give out and or clarifying, he’ll speak on. 

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A brisk chill ran though the breeze today. The overcast skies threatened to pour a cold rain over the Town of Light at any moment now. Today, it was probably best to stay inside.

Despite that common assumption, a few of the older aristocrats passed by that morning in a group, each carrying white, pink, and red carnations. Their choice of solid black attire made their intentions clear. There was someone to be mourned today.

Later that day, the mail would come in. Sorted among the daily junk and bills was a large, almost extravagant letter. Sealed with reddish-pink wax and a ribbon, its contents were addressed to the lord of mansion himself.

Hand written in elegant cursive on fine parchment, the letter read:

Meta Knight,

I hope this letter finds you in good health and standing.

Your recent exploits regarding the machine in the diamond mine and the exposure of Fugo's crimes were invaluable for the betterment of Diamond Town- or Chocolate Town, if you prefer- And for that, I must thank you for your contributions.

The reason I sent you this letter is in regards to my employer, Sir Galacta Knight. As you may or may not know, today marks the anniversary of Galacta Knight's disappearance many years ago. Those of us still caring for his estate have been informed that he has been declared dead in absentia.

However, I have reason to believe he yet lives on.

Your involvement in the gears incident has inspired me to reach out to you and you alone. I would like to humbly request you look into Galacta Knight's vanishing, and hopefully bring him home again. Or, at least provide us some closure.

Finally, I would like to invite you to meet with me in the mansion of my employer at 8 o'clock sharp should you wish to hear more details of my request. Please bring this letter with you when you arrive.

Thank you for your consideration.

Sincerely, Queeny, Housekeeper of the Galacta Mansion

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     By a call of the name, it’s a harsh sneaker-squeaking skid the fleetfooted Inkling found himself screeching to, traction finally gained after a bit of track had been torn up. The blue blur was off to meet someone, but... he could answer a question, sure! 

     “Rosalina   and Luma, right? Yeah, yeah... it’s the space lady with the starry plushie-lookin’ thing that bounces next to her. I’ll be honest, I haven’t made her acqua’nce proper yet, really just had her little guys pelt me senseless with those colorful rock things while I was trynna get in to score a K.O. on the lady herself. But from what I’ve heard, she seems pretty nice! Always gives her ‘hi’s n’ ‘hello’s, makes sure to keep it kindhearted after a hard-fought match... 

     Now that I’m thinkin’ about it, maybe I’ll go’n finally get that proper greetin’ scored away sometime today, actually!” ...Hm, a toe tapped, eyes glancing over to a nearby wall-clock. He had, what, twenty minutes before he absolutely had to be where he needed to be? “  Aw, what the heck, I’ll go do it now! Hey, thanks, buddy!”

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This town went by a number of names, depending on who you asked. All kinds of people from all walks of life settled here, from all kinds of planets all across the universe. Why exactly the desire to live here was so high was something of a mystery, actually.

It was a seemingly endless city, full of towering skyscrapers, traffic that never seemed to stop, and concrete streets that twisted into confusing routes that were incredibly easy to get lost in if you didn't know what you were doing. The city had recently come under some radars as an ongoing class divide had been escalated after the local history museum was burglarized in the night, resulting in the loss of a Halcandran artifact. The wealthy among them blamed the poor for the crime, while those in poverty had just about enough of being targeted by the upper crust.

All it took was one more incident like that for the situation to explode, and people on both sides would surely get hurt.

Police tape surrounded the history museum weeks after the initial incident, their investigations leading nowhere. Soon the museum might open back up again. It had certainly earned a bit of publicity after the burglary.

Foot traffic pushed along as noon hit, just about lunchtime. Briefly, the city's constant smelly miasma was snuffed out by the scent of freshly cooked sausages being carted along by an intimidatingly large vendor of indescribable species. He advertised his wares in a loud, booming voice, completely unaware of a fox-like creature the color of flames sneaking behind him.

"Come get yer' hot- AAAAGGHH!!" The vendor yelped in pain as his left sneaker was alight. Someone had set the heel of his shoe on fire! And the culprit slipped between his feet and pounced on top of a parked taxi, a link of sausages slung around her neck as she took in the scene, a look of delight spread across her face.

"What's wrong, ol' Mac? Not losing our cool over a little hotfoot, are we?"

"YOU!" The vendor bellowed, his shoe reduced to a smoking piece of pleather. "What did I ever do to you!? Every week with this, just stop!"

"Haven't gotten over you kicking me in the ribs some weeks ago, guy. Just keep that in yer' mind when I come back same time next week. Ciao!"

As the creature began to slink off unbothered, the vendor desperately looked around for someone who could help him. Anyone who looked at least a little bit honest- There! That knightly fellow oughta do.