#theroguesofbabylon

“ My only Regret was not taking a selfie! ” -Jet-

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@theroguesofbabylon || JET FUCKING DIES.

Her ears twitch. She hears something approaching her, fast. Sonic, maybe? No - he wouldn’t run towards her like this unannounced - this had to be someone else, but who-?

By the time she turns around to look at who it was, she sees a hand come towards her face. She winces and ducks, feeling a weight lifted off of her head - and immediately she knows exactly what that was...

That was her mask, yoinked right off her head, and into Jet’s greedy little hands.

Calm eyes turned FERAL, opening widely as she grabs and unholsters her wispon, training the sight down on Jet’s extreme gear -- and FIRING.

Her voice YELLS after him, louder than her usual self, voice-cracked, and full of FURY.

When Jet blocks Shadow’s kick, it throws the hedgehog off his balance. Swiftly, Shadow bounds back to safe distance to assess the hawk’s next move. He hadn’t been expecting Jet to block it; nor to take it as well as he did. Guess there’s a reason the Babylon Rogues were renowned thieves...surely they didn’t scrape by on agility alone.

“I guess I’ve gone soft in your universe, then,” Shadow says coolly in response to the retort, scanning the hawk as Jet shakes out his arm.

“I’ve heard others have tried reasoning with you and failed. So I’ll lay this out simply: give back the mask.”

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[💎]  — Steven’s eye twitched slightly at Jet’s comment. He took a deep breath before speaking. “Well, let’s see…” He held up a finger for every little event he listed off. “First I thought that I would have to live up to this great legacy that my mom left behind. Add that to the fact that she had to give up her life so that I could exist so I never even got to know her. Sure, my powers let me see some of her memories from her point of view, but that’s beside the point.” 

It was clear he was getting more pissed off as he continued, which was a rarity for the child. “Then, all the Gems on Homeworld thought that I was my mom, who, by the way, faked her own death & made a new identity for herself in order to fight for this planet & protect all of the life on it.” He crossed his arms as he glared at the other. “Oh, I almost forgot! My own fucking grandmother RIPPED MY GEM OUT OF MY BODY BECAUSE SHE THOUGHT THAT MY MOM WAS ‘PLAYING ONE OF HER GAMES & HIDING FROM HER’. THAT INCIDENT ALMOST KILLED ME!!”

He raised his voice, practically screaming at Jet at this point. “Oh, but my life can’t be that bad or stressful, right?! WRONG! I’ve been through so much shit & I don’t need some OVERGROWN CHICKEN giving me grief about it! So just shut up, okay!?”— [🌟]

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It wasn’t thought or reason that propelled this grief-stricken hawk through the night sky..only emotion, instinct, hatred.

No words ran through his mind, simply the raw urges directing him. He didn’t know why he’d arrived here, nor did he care. As Jet the Hawk arrived and marched through the halls of avianesque statues, he only knew that he simply had to be here. As if it was a strange tether between himself and an alternate from another world that had bound him here...

...one which he intended to sever with all due violence.

To the unknowing, these ruins of Babylonians past seemed completely unoccupied. Even the dig sites and excavation camps that littered the area housed nary a soul, but the emerald hued Rogue knew better, he sensed it in the blood that boiled through his veins.

“I know you’re here. Don’t make me wait,” he called out, fists balled and eyes closed as he stood in the center of an ornate and grand hall.