#revixen

@revixen​ said: casually punches him. sorry, not sorry.

@revixen​ said: watch her trip his ass.

His knuckles had clenched, gritted teeth from the effort to remain silent. The hedgehog hunched form exuded an animosity that was like acid — burning, slicing, potent. His expression was with suppressed ferocity, with only such limited tolerance remaining. This was a waste of time. His hand had swiftly grasped rigorously onto the fox’s paw before she had struck towards the individual. With such a rapid reaction, handcuffs were placed onto the vixen’s wrists — he had her pinned with oppression against a nearby tree. His brawny figure had serried upon hers from behind, little space reaming between the couple to prevent any other sudden movements. A muffled voice that contained a hostile statement escaped his lips.

@revixen​ said: ❝so... basically, you're sonic but science fiction and painted red and black. did i get that right? ❞ despite this seeming like a joke. this fox was serious with her statement.

A finger slides idly beneath his cuff to scratch at his wrist where the inhibitor presses flush against his skin; barely a twitch from Shadow is elicited at her comment, but for a moment his eyes darken. So typical of someone like Fiona to say something like that to him.

“Ha, ha,” Shadow deadpans, finally glancing the fox’s way, “And you’re a knock-off Alicia Acorn.” Or Anti-Sally? Whatever. She seemed, to Shadow, to try and fill the other Acorn’s place and usurp her position on Moebius....and he’s beginning to get a headache, not having been built for Zone-hopping. This is confusing enough. He pauses, eyes filled with distrust and lingering, before adding:

Anonymous said: ( @revixen​ ) stares at

      A long pause. Silver stares back at her expecting words to be said, but instead all he’s given is a slowly increasing discomfort of being in her presence. He takes a step back. 

( @revixen​ ) ❝oh, i remember you, ❞ the vixen started, her hand placed underneath her chin, her tail swishing. it showed her interest was piqued. that same hand now in the position of pointing with her index finger. ❝you're that future boy. ❞ she stated what seemed to be obvious, but she was only recollecting her thoughts. fiona wanted to get to the bottom of his presence. the purpose for why he was here. and why was he here testing her. ❝aren't you altering the timeline or something? ❞

        The psychic stood tall before her, remaining a bit cautious with her presence as she was with his. He didn’t feel a benevolent aura with her, exactly. He simply let her observe him and recollect her thoughts before he spoke for his own. Fiona was still a stranger to him. She could very well be confusing him for one of his alternates.

       What was a neutral gaze turned into an ( unintentionally ) judging glare. He already didn’t like her attitude, but he tried not to take what little he knew about her and run with it. Last thing he wanted was someone that possibly knew more than him to use information against him. After a pause he responded.

      “ I prefer the word aiding. I’m not here to mess with anything, much to what folks like you like to assume about me. ”