The Intermundians.

someone new, someone new

…

not even you can believe it’s true

…

round the bend, to the end

…

maybe this is something time can’t mend…?

…

Hello?

[ “Amy Rose” begins her practiced greeting, but falters as soon as she steps closer to the twins. ]

[ They bear the marks of kin, yet are very clearly not. If she did not know better, they would be dead where they stand they would be added to the list she is working down. ]

𝙻𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚕𝚢 𝚙𝚘𝚎𝚝𝚛𝚢, 𝙸 𝚖𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚜𝚊𝚢- 𝚑𝚘𝚠𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝙸 𝚗𝚎𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚊𝚜𝚔.

𝚆𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞?

… just twins.

[The twin with the mouth cocks their head to… listen? To the one with no mouth.]

limbo.

[ She crouches down to the height of the twins with a small smile, trying to be polite. ]

[ Are these children ? ]

𝙰𝚙𝚘𝚕𝚘𝚐𝚒𝚎𝚜 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚞𝚍𝚍𝚎𝚗 𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐, 𝚒𝚝 𝚒𝚜 𝚜𝚒𝚖𝚙𝚕𝚢 𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚍 𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚗 𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚜𝚒𝚐𝚗𝚊𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚎 𝚜𝚘 𝚌𝚕𝚘𝚜𝚎 𝚋𝚢 𝚍𝚞𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊 𝚜𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚌𝚑.

[ An understatement. ]

Signature? Same. But… different… calligraphy…?

[ It would be best not to anger anybody with more involvement than necessary. ]

𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚍𝚘𝚗𝚝 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚊𝚕𝚔. 𝙸 𝚌𝚊𝚗 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚛 𝚢𝚘𝚞.

[ Seven? That is quite young for a mortal if she recalls. Then again, she does not know much of them. ]

[ She never took interest in life. ]

[ It was never her job. ]

𝙰𝚗𝚍 𝚗𝚘, 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚌𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚒𝚐𝚛𝚊𝚙𝚑𝚢…

Can she speak and see as well?

Guess we’ll have to see-

You can stop rhyming now.

Aw.

… once ag-

Does she count as a parent?

Own’s correlation to creation is false.

Meaning…?

Him yes her no.

You can be our sister then! Don’t point!]

𝙸 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚛 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚜𝚎𝚎 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚛𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚕𝚢 𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚊𝚔, 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚒𝚝 𝚒𝚜 𝚘𝚏𝚝 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚖𝚢 𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚌𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚍𝚘 𝚜𝚘.

[ Sister? She barely knows these two children. Was she mistaken? Are they kin? No- they are more similar to husks or mimicry than living flesh and blood- is this a mortal tradition?? How do children work???? ]

[ “Amy” decides to focus on the one thing she does understand. ]

You could’ve still done that better-

Be our sister, ok?]

𝙰𝚕𝚛𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝, 𝙸 𝚠𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚋𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚜𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚛.

someone new, someone new

…

not even you can believe it’s true

…

round the bend, to the end

…

maybe this is something time can’t mend…?

…

Hello?

[ “Amy Rose” begins her practiced greeting, but falters as soon as she steps closer to the twins. ]

[ They bear the marks of kin, yet are very clearly not. If she did not know better, they would be dead where they stand they would be added to the list she is working down. ]

𝙻𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚕𝚢 𝚙𝚘𝚎𝚝𝚛𝚢, 𝙸 𝚖𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚜𝚊𝚢- 𝚑𝚘𝚠𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝙸 𝚗𝚎𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚊𝚜𝚔.

𝚆𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞?

… just twins.

[The twin with the mouth cocks their head to… listen? To the one with no mouth.]

limbo.

[ She crouches down to the height of the twins with a small smile, trying to be polite. ]

[ Are these children ? ]

𝙰𝚙𝚘𝚕𝚘𝚐𝚒𝚎𝚜 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚞𝚍𝚍𝚎𝚗 𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐, 𝚒𝚝 𝚒𝚜 𝚜𝚒𝚖𝚙𝚕𝚢 𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚍 𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚗 𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚜𝚒𝚐𝚗𝚊𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚎 𝚜𝚘 𝚌𝚕𝚘𝚜𝚎 𝚋𝚢 𝚍𝚞𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊 𝚜𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚌𝚑.

[ An understatement. ]

Signature? Same. But… different… calligraphy…?

[ It would be best not to anger anybody with more involvement than necessary. ]

𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚍𝚘𝚗𝚝 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚊𝚕𝚔. 𝙸 𝚌𝚊𝚗 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚛 𝚢𝚘𝚞.

[ Seven? That is quite young for a mortal if she recalls. Then again, she does not know much of them. ]

[ She never took interest in life. ]

[ It was never her job. ]

𝙰𝚗𝚍 𝚗𝚘, 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚌𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚒𝚐𝚛𝚊𝚙𝚑𝚢…

Can she speak and see as well?

Guess we’ll have to see-

You can stop rhyming now.

Aw.

… once ag-

Does she count as a parent?

Own’s correlation to creation is false.

Meaning…?

Him yes her no.

You can be our sister then! Don’t point!]

𝙸 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚛 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚜𝚎𝚎 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚛𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚕𝚢 𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚊𝚔, 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚒𝚝 𝚒𝚜 𝚘𝚏𝚝 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚖𝚢 𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚌𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚍𝚘 𝚜𝚘.

[ Sister? She barely knows these two children. Was she mistaken? Are they kin? No- they are more similar to husks or mimicry than living flesh and blood- is this a mortal tradition?? How do children work???? ]

[ “Amy” decides to focus on the one thing she does understand. ]

someone new, someone new

…

not even you can believe it’s true

…

round the bend, to the end

…

maybe this is something time can’t mend…?

…

Hello?

[ “Amy Rose” begins her practiced greeting, but falters as soon as she steps closer to the twins. ]

[ They bear the marks of kin, yet are very clearly not. If she did not know better, they would be dead where they stand they would be added to the list she is working down. ]

𝙻𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚕𝚢 𝚙𝚘𝚎𝚝𝚛𝚢, 𝙸 𝚖𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚜𝚊𝚢- 𝚑𝚘𝚠𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝙸 𝚗𝚎𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚊𝚜𝚔.

𝚆𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞?

… just twins.

[The twin with the mouth cocks their head to… listen? To the one with no mouth.]

limbo.

[ She crouches down to the height of the twins with a small smile, trying to be polite. ]

[ Are these children ? ]

𝙰𝚙𝚘𝚕𝚘𝚐𝚒𝚎𝚜 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚞𝚍𝚍𝚎𝚗 𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐, 𝚒𝚝 𝚒𝚜 𝚜𝚒𝚖𝚙𝚕𝚢 𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚍 𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚗 𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚜𝚒𝚐𝚗𝚊𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚎 𝚜𝚘 𝚌𝚕𝚘𝚜𝚎 𝚋𝚢 𝚍𝚞𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊 𝚜𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚌𝚑.

[ An understatement. ]

Signature? Same. But… different… calligraphy…?

[ It would be best not to anger anybody with more involvement than necessary. ]

𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚍𝚘𝚗𝚝 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚊𝚕𝚔. 𝙸 𝚌𝚊𝚗 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚛 𝚢𝚘𝚞.

[ Seven? That is quite young for a mortal if she recalls. Then again, she does not know much of them. ]

[ She never took interest in life. ]

[ It was never her job. ]

𝙰𝚗𝚍 𝚗𝚘, 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚌𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚒𝚐𝚛𝚊𝚙𝚑𝚢…

He looked around- squinting. Where?

yeah. Where.

@transmascmajin

[ A gloved hand extends itself to Tincan, its owner tilting her head. ]

𝙷𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚘 𝚝𝚘 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚋𝚘𝚝𝚑.

𝙼𝚊𝚢 𝙸 𝚊𝚜𝚔 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚗𝚊𝚖𝚎?

[ The question was more out of courtesy than anything else. ]

[ She has picked up a little on mortal manners from what she has watched. Hopefully enough to allow her to pass as something alive. ]

[ Amy Rose, that was what she would have to call herself. The name of this vessel she inhabited. ]

Tincan wiped the grime on his inner elbow- pulling away with a rather unpleasant look on his face. He tried taking some of it off with his fingers, but he only smeared it around more.

"I'm.. Uuuh.. I dunno why, but I get called Tincan- so that's as good of a name as any!"

"You- you.. PPFFhh.. SNNNNhhRk.."

[ She stares past Tincan before looking back at him with a polite smile, holding out a handkerchief as an attempt to help with the grime. ]

𝙸𝚝 𝚒𝚜 𝚊 𝚙𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚞𝚛𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚖𝚎𝚎𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚃𝚒𝚗𝚌𝚊𝚗! 𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚌𝚊𝚗 𝚌𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚖𝚎 𝙰𝚖𝚢!

[ The being glances around briefly before asking her next question. ]

𝙸 𝚍𝚘 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚜𝚞𝚙𝚙𝚘𝚜𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚖𝚎𝚝 𝚖𝚢 𝚞𝚗𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚝𝚞𝚗𝚊𝚝𝚎 𝚔𝚒𝚗?

[ The reason she is here. ]

[ Food. Energy. No, she would have to come up with a better reason. Something that sounds safer. ]

Tincan nodded in acknowledgement, wringing out his fingers- sniffing his snot back up, only for it to leak back down.

"Uuhm.. NNnoo, don't think- no. Sorry. What they- what do they look like? I.. I could've! Pffhh.. Nnhh.."

𝚃𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚎𝚖𝚋𝚕𝚎 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚋𝚘𝚍𝚢 𝚍𝚞𝚋𝚋𝚎𝚍 “𝚂𝚑𝚊𝚍𝚘𝚠 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝙷𝚎𝚍𝚐𝚎𝚑𝚘𝚐,” 𝙸 𝚋𝚎𝚕𝚒𝚎𝚟𝚎. 𝙸𝚝 𝚜𝚎𝚎𝚖𝚜 𝚝𝚘 𝚋𝚎 𝚊 𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚏𝚎𝚛𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚖. 𝚃𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚏𝚊𝚒𝚛𝚕𝚢 𝚝𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚋𝚢 𝚑𝚞𝚖𝚊𝚗 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚖𝚘𝚋𝚒𝚊𝚗 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚊𝚛𝚍𝚜 𝙸 𝚋𝚎𝚕𝚒𝚎𝚟𝚎?

"Oh! I- I do, actually- I think I've seem them!"

He attempted to pull the handkerchief away- it however.. Was stuck to his face. He just frowned.

𝙽𝚘 𝚗𝚎𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚊𝚙𝚘𝚕𝚘𝚐𝚒𝚣𝚎.

[ Upon hearing the news that he has seen them, the entity seems to start listening more intently, taking the matter very seriously. ]

𝙻𝚘𝚌𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗, 𝚘𝚛 𝚕𝚊𝚜𝚝 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠𝚗 𝚜𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚒𝚏 𝚙𝚘𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚋𝚕𝚎.

[ She also raises an eyebrow at the handkerchief, and in a more polite manner, offering aid again. ]

Tincan gritted his teeth, pulling at the piece of cloth- while giving his knowledge of whereabouts.

"Think I saw 'em.. Pfhhg.. In this foresty-place.. Type o' tree.. Type o' tree..." "Redwoods!"

𝚈𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚑𝚎𝚕𝚙 𝚒𝚜 𝚐𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚕𝚢 𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚌𝚒𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚍, 𝚜𝚒𝚛.

𝙸 𝚠𝚒𝚜𝚑 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚠𝚎𝚕𝚕.

[ She has a lead. ]

[ Tincan would be repaid for his aid at a later time. For now, “Amy” has a creature to kill. ]

someone new, someone new

…

not even you can believe it’s true

…

round the bend, to the end

…

maybe this is something time can’t mend…?

…

Hello?

[ “Amy Rose” begins her practiced greeting, but falters as soon as she steps closer to the twins. ]

[ They bear the marks of kin, yet are very clearly not. If she did not know better, they would be dead where they stand they would be added to the list she is working down. ]

𝙻𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚕𝚢 𝚙𝚘𝚎𝚝𝚛𝚢, 𝙸 𝚖𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚜𝚊𝚢- 𝚑𝚘𝚠𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝙸 𝚗𝚎𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚊𝚜𝚔.

𝚆𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞?

… just twins.

[The twin with the mouth cocks their head to… listen? To the one with no mouth.]

limbo.

[ She crouches down to the height of the twins with a small smile, trying to be polite. ]

[ Are these children ? ]

𝙰𝚙𝚘𝚕𝚘𝚐𝚒𝚎𝚜 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚞𝚍𝚍𝚎𝚗 𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐, 𝚒𝚝 𝚒𝚜 𝚜𝚒𝚖𝚙𝚕𝚢 𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚍 𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚗 𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚜𝚒𝚐𝚗𝚊𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚎 𝚜𝚘 𝚌𝚕𝚘𝚜𝚎 𝚋𝚢 𝚍𝚞𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊 𝚜𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚌𝚑.

[ An understatement. ]

- @enbyinfinite-thecurator

𝙷𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚘!

𝚈𝚘𝚞’𝚛𝚎 𝚚𝚞𝚒𝚝𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚘𝚗𝚎𝚜, 𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚗’𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞?

[ She carefully removes the butterfly from her head, holding it in gloved hands as if it may break at any moment. ]

[ The plane they both are in is empty. A white void. It’s where her search has led, although unpreferable. ]

The insect seemed to murmur in her ear, every eye locked onto hers.

𝚃𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚝𝚊𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚖 𝚘𝚏 𝚊 𝚖𝚘𝚋𝚒𝚊𝚗 𝚌𝚞𝚛𝚛𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚕𝚢 𝙸 𝚋𝚎𝚕𝚒𝚎𝚟𝚎.

[ She stares back. ]

He looked around- squinting. Where?

yeah. Where.

@transmascmajin

[ A gloved hand extends itself to Tincan, its owner tilting her head. ]

𝙷𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚘 𝚝𝚘 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚋𝚘𝚝𝚑.

𝙼𝚊𝚢 𝙸 𝚊𝚜𝚔 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚗𝚊𝚖𝚎?

[ The question was more out of courtesy than anything else. ]

[ She has picked up a little on mortal manners from what she has watched. Hopefully enough to allow her to pass as something alive. ]

[ Amy Rose, that was what she would have to call herself. The name of this vessel she inhabited. ]

Tincan wiped the grime on his inner elbow- pulling away with a rather unpleasant look on his face. He tried taking some of it off with his fingers, but he only smeared it around more.

"I'm.. Uuuh.. I dunno why, but I get called Tincan- so that's as good of a name as any!"

"You- you.. PPFFhh.. SNNNNhhRk.."

[ She stares past Tincan before looking back at him with a polite smile, holding out a handkerchief as an attempt to help with the grime. ]

𝙸𝚝 𝚒𝚜 𝚊 𝚙𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚞𝚛𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚖𝚎𝚎𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚃𝚒𝚗𝚌𝚊𝚗! 𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚌𝚊𝚗 𝚌𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚖𝚎 𝙰𝚖𝚢!

[ The being glances around briefly before asking her next question. ]

𝙸 𝚍𝚘 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚜𝚞𝚙𝚙𝚘𝚜𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚖𝚎𝚝 𝚖𝚢 𝚞𝚗𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚝𝚞𝚗𝚊𝚝𝚎 𝚔𝚒𝚗?

[ The reason she is here. ]

[ Food. Energy. No, she would have to come up with a better reason. Something that sounds safer. ]

Tincan nodded in acknowledgement, wringing out his fingers- sniffing his snot back up, only for it to leak back down.

"Uuhm.. NNnoo, don't think- no. Sorry. What they- what do they look like? I.. I could've! Pffhh.. Nnhh.."

𝚃𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚎𝚖𝚋𝚕𝚎 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚋𝚘𝚍𝚢 𝚍𝚞𝚋𝚋𝚎𝚍 “𝚂𝚑𝚊𝚍𝚘𝚠 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝙷𝚎𝚍𝚐𝚎𝚑𝚘𝚐,” 𝙸 𝚋𝚎𝚕𝚒𝚎𝚟𝚎. 𝙸𝚝 𝚜𝚎𝚎𝚖𝚜 𝚝𝚘 𝚋𝚎 𝚊 𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚏𝚎𝚛𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚖. 𝚃𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚏𝚊𝚒𝚛𝚕𝚢 𝚝𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚋𝚢 𝚑𝚞𝚖𝚊𝚗 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚖𝚘𝚋𝚒𝚊𝚗 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚊𝚛𝚍𝚜 𝙸 𝚋𝚎𝚕𝚒𝚎𝚟𝚎?

"Oh! I- I do, actually- I think I've seem them!"

He attempted to pull the handkerchief away- it however.. Was stuck to his face. He just frowned.

𝙽𝚘 𝚗𝚎𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚊𝚙𝚘𝚕𝚘𝚐𝚒𝚣𝚎.

[ Upon hearing the news that he has seen them, the entity seems to start listening more intently, taking the matter very seriously. ]

𝙻𝚘𝚌𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗, 𝚘𝚛 𝚕𝚊𝚜𝚝 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠𝚗 𝚜𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚒𝚏 𝚙𝚘𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚋𝚕𝚎.

[ She also raises an eyebrow at the handkerchief, and in a more polite manner, offering aid again. ]

[Just who are you?]

@nervosa-nova

[ The pink hedgehog(?) holds out her hand to shake. ]

𝙰𝚖𝚢 𝚁𝚘𝚜𝚎! 𝙰𝚗𝚍 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚗𝚊𝚖𝚎?

[ Unlike Agnosioph, the vessel seems entirely devoid of any additional life. It only shows up in any analysis that may be taken as a sleeping body. ]

*["I know what you may be. There is no point in deceit."]*

[ She does not elaborate further. ]

𝙸 𝚊𝚜𝚜𝚞𝚖𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚖𝚎𝚝 𝚖𝚢 𝚔𝚒𝚗, 𝚋𝚊𝚜𝚎𝚍 𝚘𝚏𝚏 𝚘𝚏 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗.

[ Why hide origins from something that already knows them? ]

[ She tilts her head. Why hide thoughts behind these silly things? Can you not see them? ]

𝙸𝚜 𝚖𝚢 𝚟𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚎𝚕 𝚜𝚞𝚙𝚙𝚘𝚜𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚋𝚎𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚍𝚒𝚏𝚏𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚕𝚢?

[ She seems genuinely concerned for a moment, looking down at the body with furrowed brows. ]

𝙸 𝚊𝚙𝚘𝚕𝚘𝚐𝚒𝚣𝚎, 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝙸 𝚍𝚘 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝚑𝚘𝚠 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚏𝚞𝚗𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗.

𝙸 𝚝𝚘𝚘𝚔 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚏𝚒𝚛𝚜𝚝 𝚏𝚞𝚗𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚊𝚕 𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝙸 𝚏𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍.

He looked around- squinting. Where?

yeah. Where.

@transmascmajin

[ A gloved hand extends itself to Tincan, its owner tilting her head. ]

𝙷𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚘 𝚝𝚘 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚋𝚘𝚝𝚑.

𝙼𝚊𝚢 𝙸 𝚊𝚜𝚔 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚗𝚊𝚖𝚎?

[ The question was more out of courtesy than anything else. ]

[ She has picked up a little on mortal manners from what she has watched. Hopefully enough to allow her to pass as something alive. ]

[ Amy Rose, that was what she would have to call herself. The name of this vessel she inhabited. ]

Tincan wiped the grime on his inner elbow- pulling away with a rather unpleasant look on his face. He tried taking some of it off with his fingers, but he only smeared it around more.

"I'm.. Uuuh.. I dunno why, but I get called Tincan- so that's as good of a name as any!"

"You- you.. PPFFhh.. SNNNNhhRk.."

[ She stares past Tincan before looking back at him with a polite smile, holding out a handkerchief as an attempt to help with the grime. ]

𝙸𝚝 𝚒𝚜 𝚊 𝚙𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚞𝚛𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚖𝚎𝚎𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚃𝚒𝚗𝚌𝚊𝚗! 𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚌𝚊𝚗 𝚌𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚖𝚎 𝙰𝚖𝚢!

[ The being glances around briefly before asking her next question. ]

𝙸 𝚍𝚘 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚜𝚞𝚙𝚙𝚘𝚜𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚖𝚎𝚝 𝚖𝚢 𝚞𝚗𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚝𝚞𝚗𝚊𝚝𝚎 𝚔𝚒𝚗?

[ The reason she is here. ]

[ Food. Energy. No, she would have to come up with a better reason. Something that sounds safer. ]

Tincan nodded in acknowledgement, wringing out his fingers- sniffing his snot back up, only for it to leak back down.

"Uuhm.. NNnoo, don't think- no. Sorry. What they- what do they look like? I.. I could've! Pffhh.. Nnhh.."

𝚃𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚎𝚖𝚋𝚕𝚎 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚋𝚘𝚍𝚢 𝚍𝚞𝚋𝚋𝚎𝚍 “𝚂𝚑𝚊𝚍𝚘𝚠 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝙷𝚎𝚍𝚐𝚎𝚑𝚘𝚐,” 𝙸 𝚋𝚎𝚕𝚒𝚎𝚟𝚎. 𝙸𝚝 𝚜𝚎𝚎𝚖𝚜 𝚝𝚘 𝚋𝚎 𝚊 𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚏𝚎𝚛𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚖. 𝚃𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚏𝚊𝚒𝚛𝚕𝚢 𝚝𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚋𝚢 𝚑𝚞𝚖𝚊𝚗 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚖𝚘𝚋𝚒𝚊𝚗 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚊𝚛𝚍𝚜 𝙸 𝚋𝚎𝚕𝚒𝚎𝚟𝚎?

He looked around- squinting. Where?

yeah. Where.

@transmascmajin

[ A gloved hand extends itself to Tincan, its owner tilting her head. ]

𝙷𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚘 𝚝𝚘 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚋𝚘𝚝𝚑.

𝙼𝚊𝚢 𝙸 𝚊𝚜𝚔 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚗𝚊𝚖𝚎?

[ The question was more out of courtesy than anything else. ]

[ She has picked up a little on mortal manners from what she has watched. Hopefully enough to allow her to pass as something alive. ]

[ Amy Rose, that was what she would have to call herself. The name of this vessel she inhabited. ]

Tincan wiped the grime on his inner elbow- pulling away with a rather unpleasant look on his face. He tried taking some of it off with his fingers, but he only smeared it around more.

"I'm.. Uuuh.. I dunno why, but I get called Tincan- so that's as good of a name as any!"

"You- you.. PPFFhh.. SNNNNhhRk.."

[ She stares past Tincan before looking back at him with a polite smile, holding out a handkerchief as an attempt to help with the grime. ]

𝙸𝚝 𝚒𝚜 𝚊 𝚙𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚞𝚛𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚖𝚎𝚎𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚃𝚒𝚗𝚌𝚊𝚗! 𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚌𝚊𝚗 𝚌𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚖𝚎 𝙰𝚖𝚢!

[ The being glances around briefly before asking her next question. ]

𝙸 𝚍𝚘 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚜𝚞𝚙𝚙𝚘𝚜𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚖𝚎𝚝 𝚖𝚢 𝚞𝚗𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚝𝚞𝚗𝚊𝚝𝚎 𝚔𝚒𝚗?

[ The reason she is here. ]

[ Food. Energy. No, she would have to come up with a better reason. Something that sounds safer. ]