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"i gotta start paying people to go icon these damn comics for me fr fr, i've been through these pages for so many characters it's not even funny."

     "So... that's why he woke me up. T'be fight thread fodder? I mean, I was gettin' a little bored, so I guess it's whatever, but, like... really? That's it?"

I dunno man. I just really like uncomplicated Rouge who's mostly just here to have fun. She's here to do her job, get paid, and live a happy and comfortable life. Her theme song is literally Fly in the Freedom. She helps Sonic because she's also down with the whole freedom to do as you want thing he's about, she's just more focused on her own freedoms.

And sometimes a girly wants to steal! And she's free to do as she wishes! What's the law gonna do, catch her and tell her what to do? As if.

Like, for how I wanna write her, I think the mystery of this sneaky rogue-type really doesn't go that deep. There's a lot that she doesn't disclose about her personal life and backstory, but she genuinely is just here to have a good time doing her own thing. She's the confidence of Bayonetta knowing that she's on the top of the goddamn world. She's awesome, she's perfect! A flawless diamond in the sky~!

     "Pshh— no." She giggle-snorts. "Of course not! But if you saw the way they twitch and tweak when I do so much as give a playful push to their chest, you'd probably do it all the time too~! It's funny! The chameleon is the greatest tease— well, aside from the obvious, I suppose. Just like him, he's one of the small few who comport themselves as the honorable sort. They're stalwart, they're stoic. They're oh-so focused on the task at hand. Professionals at what they do...

Hrm... I think it would be really fun to write Sage. She's definitely my kind of character, I love super placid-sounding 'talks like they just got done reading the dictionary'-type characters that machines often fulfil. Sage is definitely like that, but I love it that she also breaks that elevated 'I'm better than you' state here and there.

In Sonic Racing: Crossworlds, characters will sometimes react and say specific lines when you hit them and vice versa. If Cream hits Sage, Sage will respond with, in such an exasperated tone, "Don't start with me, Cream!" And if Egg Pawn hits Sage, she'll just cry out, "Not me, stupid!"

     The furies of fires ignited, they lash with poise and principle. INCINERATION. DEVASTATION. It is nothing if not a controlled burn. These flames broil in excitement to do what they do best, but the controls of this vessel will not be handed over to simplistic urges to hurt. All fires, be they big or small, shall bend to her will. Never again will it be the other way around.

     A body of soft lilacs, it prides itself as a graceful weapon sharpened on the finer points of battle. No attack performed is without its appointed purpose. She is honed. She is precision manifested. Swift. Deadly. She is if grace could kill. And kill she has. And kill she will.

     In this strange place, a world of bugs instead of men or Mobians, it seemed these attributes of the flame-born princess would carry her well and true. Heat swells and swelters as another burst of combustion rages forth from the palm, a fiery plume lashing down low, coating the floor and all who cling to it in smoke, ashes, and flickering cinders. Smallfries are scattered and charred, and all those too slow to leap and get out of the way.

     One sudden gout of flame will act as a boost to close the distance— a grimmly-masked foe that towers over the monarch would have itself downed in mere moments, sharp claws primed and palms plenty forceful as they strike again, again, and again into their target. Her form dances like a candle's wispy smoke whenever the other tries to retaliate. (Duck and weave... slide through the legs... Punish.) They were brutish. They were sloppy. (Drift around their side... Goad them into overextending for another lumbering strike... Punish.) And they would be disciplined severely for thinking they could do away with their foe without putting their back into it.

     Watch them bellow in desperation. A bounding charge is fast, but she is faster. This gargantuan bug, they give chase with thunderous steps. All the cat need do is lean into her strides and turn a corner quick. The bumbling fool, they have no hope of making such a maneuver. They stumble, they stagger. Dexterous palm cups one nearby stalagmite. It's used as a pole's length to swing a now-blurring form around and around. Fingers release their grip, and the subsequent flying kick sends the blunderous oaf through the cave's wall with a final crash.

     ...Then, pause. To her dance partner's back will a body soon pose itself. For now, the battlefield was silent, its chittering and clattering absent. But there was more in the further recesses of this deep-set cavern. Inhale... Exhale... More oxygen to fuel the flames. And breath in the lungs to make a brief introduction.

     "Blaze, by the way. I know we have nary a second to share before these walls come clamping down once more, but I thought it only proper to disclose. I hope to speak anon, it is rare to meet someone so clearly seasoned like yourself."

     That... is not a bad idea in the slightest. Especially with me already having Cream on this blog. I have the muse that he's technically supposed to go with. And I write Tails, the guy that is definitely running check-ups and repairs on him. I have all the stuff that he would theoretically need to thrive. AND I write Eggman! The guy who built him from Emerl!

     And Gemerl's entire backstory involving Emerl the Gizoid through Sonic Battle is plenty juicy! I mean, Sonic Battle's plot fucks! ...Allegedly. I've never played it. I've just heard good things about it. im a fake sonic fan i know. but ive played sonic labyrinth, can you say you've played sonic labyrinth? I could honestly see myself taking a crack at Gemerl!