|
Post by AnT on May 11, 2008 0:22:31 GMT -5
A lush and green land outside the valleys and mountains. A place filled with peace and tranquility. A land of mystery, with all the old ruins that was left by time. The fields. The open space in This World, just outside a quiet Japanese style village... ...is about to get a speedy traveler. A blue streak zipped across the lands, leaving nothing but wind to blow the trees and grass. Being the free-spirited guy that he was, Sonic the Hedgehog was satisfying his thirst for excitement. Being the kind of guy who gets bored easily, the hedgehog left Mario to deal with Mega Man, and searched for something to do. But even a being who's always on the move needs to stop for a moment to see where he was. Sonic stopped on a tall ridge in the field, just watching the beautiful land. This was one of the things Sonic loved about running; he gets to see incredible lands and marvel their beauty. However, Sonic can only marvel it for a few seconds, if it doesn't have any cool looking landscapes that looks like something he can run on. Otherwise; boring... But there was a rare moment when Sonic could fall into thought, and now was the time. It's funny...Sonic hasn't gone back 'home' since the Tabuu incident. Probably he couldn't since...well... ...he's a trophy. But what, does that mean he's not the real Sonic? That he's just a toy used for some floating hand's amusement? If he's not the real Sonic, then what is he? If he's a trophy, does that mean he can't run around and act like he's the real Sonic? Hells no!! Trophy or not, he's still Sonic the Hedgehog. That's all he knows how to be, and that's who he is. Besides, he's not going to stand around and go all Shadow here. Plus, Tails and Knuckles are around.... and Shadow and Silver too, but at least his lil bro and ol Knucklehead are here too. Though...he kind of missed being a pain in Dr. Eggman's egg. That crazy doctor never cease to entertain him. And Amy...well, he doesn't hate her. He likes her, really he does. But he so wished she lay off the whole 'OMG SONNIKU' thing. But still, he does kind of miss them. Sonic could only entertain himself through Smash Bros battles, and they do tend to get stale sometimes. What he needs is some action.
|
|
whisperwing
Newcomer
I Will Never Be a Memory
Posts: 42
|
Post by whisperwing on May 11, 2008 0:42:33 GMT -5
The tranquility of the open landscape seemed to sprawl forever. The single stroked mountains rose into curled cirrus clouds and below them in the distance, the village rests. As nothing happens, life stands still, seemingly untouched.
Then a ripple, a bubble of activity that seems to warp and contort. First the winds unsettle. Blowing every which direction as if at a loss to what to do. In the distance, a cut of white light seers downward. As if pushing back the very fabric of time and space, a greenish light erupts and speckles prism glare all over the wind swept grasses.
|
|
|
Post by AnT on May 11, 2008 0:53:05 GMT -5
"Huh?" Cupping his hand over his large eyes, Sonic saw some kind of sparky...energy thing way down the distance...maybe half a mile. "Now what?" It wasn't more than three second till Sonic arrived near the energy wave. Yup, talk about speed. If Sonic had to guess, he say it was a portal opening. Yeah, he seen this happen back in his world. It brought him...well...more like 'made' him to This World. Guess this new guy's gonna need a welcome... ...but he had a feeling that he should've been careful what he wished for earlier.
|
|
whisperwing
Newcomer
I Will Never Be a Memory
Posts: 42
|
Post by whisperwing on May 11, 2008 0:59:13 GMT -5
As the blare of green and white light stutters, a silhouette forms, first too obscured to work out. The closer the figure approaches, the more defined the outline. Sonic could swear he saw one arched appendage, much like a wing, slowly meld into a shoulder. A long coat kicking up in the gate's torrent as one black boot sinks into the grass, then another. Slowly looking over shoulder, a curtain of white hair is gusted every which way...as the door he walked through, seared up with a violent shrink. As the winds settled and the silence returned, Sonic finds himself face to face...
|
|
|
Post by AnT on May 11, 2008 1:07:54 GMT -5
"Whoa..." Yeah...he really should've been careful what he wished for. He did NOT like how this guy was giving him the chills. Sure, he seen weirder, but he hadn't felt much...evil from anything or anyone. This guy had evil written all over him, almost as much as that erm...Can'non guy, or whatever his name was that always cheesed elf boy off. Plus, this guy seemed to carry more darkness than Shadow, only he doesn't seem much like a pansy. Well, no way Sonic was showing fear. So, crossing his arms and his leg, he grinned, "Heh...nice entrance, pal."
|
|
whisperwing
Newcomer
I Will Never Be a Memory
Posts: 42
|
Post by whisperwing on May 11, 2008 1:11:31 GMT -5
He is met with utter silence. A second's regard passes before he lifts two mythril green eyes to the horizon. Another contemplative pause. The grass creaks under his step as quietly, softly, the white haired man passes the wise-crack...utterly ignoring him.
|
|
|
Post by AnT on May 11, 2008 1:16:37 GMT -5
Yeaaah...Shadow much? Shrugging, Sonic waved him off as he made his own steps away. "Whatever! Enjoy your stay in Wonderland, Alice." He wasn't doing anything...for now, so he shouldn't pester him. Though Sonic didn't like the idea of leaving him alone. He just KNEW this guy was going to try something soon, and it could involve injuries to others.
|
|
whisperwing
Newcomer
I Will Never Be a Memory
Posts: 42
|
Post by whisperwing on May 11, 2008 1:27:33 GMT -5
'shing' As if from nowhere the man pulls a blade. It seems to be some form of katana, the long bound handle leading into a slender blade with just enough of a curvature. The d**n thing was easily as tall as a the man who wield it. Looking down to the edge, which is turns just slightly in wards for his observation. He frowns. Small nicks and indents run along it's nearly perfect edge. Holding it out at arm's length the man turns it again slowly, watching the length of it glint in the dim evening light. "How interesting..." a voice deep and cold. He's not speaking to anyone, at least it seems that way, as his timbre barely broke a whisper, "...you're not a complete lost cause." Then he smiles, "...yes, that is very interesting." The sword is allowed to settle, the edge of it farthest from his body resting into the grass. His shoulder guards look as menaced as his sword's edge and his clothing is neatly slit along the arms of coat, proof of battle...fancy there seems to be no marks on him proper. A wind gusts, causing his coat to billow near the bottom, "Minor set-back."
|
|
|
Post by AnT on May 11, 2008 1:35:05 GMT -5
Sonic snapped around when he heard the sound of the blade. How the heck he carries that thing around?The hedgehog was just puzzled on what the heck this wacko was talking about. What did he mean about a lost cause? Was he talking about him? No...doesn't seem like it, Sonic thought. Perhaps where he came from, he got his butt whipped, according to that 'minor-set back' line, and all the rips and scratches on his armor and 'Ooo I'm so bad-ass' coat.
|
|
whisperwing
Newcomer
I Will Never Be a Memory
Posts: 42
|
Post by whisperwing on May 11, 2008 1:49:13 GMT -5
He turns just a slight, enough to allow him to gaze over his shoulder. It's as if he just realized Sonic was there. The leather of his glove grips around the handle as he continues his turn, facing him as he lifts his sword over shoulder. "...where am I?" Simply.
|
|
|
Post by AnT on May 11, 2008 1:54:27 GMT -5
Keh! NOW he noticed me. I feel so loved. He did kept a careful eye on this creepy guy. That sword doesn't seem to know 'restraint'. "I'd tell you the name...but this place doesn't seem to have much of name. They just call it 'This World', home of the trophies."
|
|
whisperwing
Newcomer
I Will Never Be a Memory
Posts: 42
|
Post by whisperwing on May 11, 2008 1:56:39 GMT -5
An arch of a single eyebrow, "Home of Trophies..."
|
|
|
Post by AnT on May 11, 2008 1:59:13 GMT -5
"Yup. Everyone here is a walking and living trophy in this world, and even those who sets foot here, like yours truly. Call it a sick jester from some floating hand." For a brief second, Sonic felt a little sad that he was nothing but a trophy. But that had to wait.
|
|
whisperwing
Newcomer
I Will Never Be a Memory
Posts: 42
|
Post by whisperwing on May 11, 2008 2:04:05 GMT -5
The man goes silent again, thinking on this. Looking back towards the horizon, the blade over his shoulder dips menacingly, glinting almost eagerly, "Coincidence? I wonder. A home of trophies, a world of idols." A smile, unseen by the blue speed.
|
|
|
Post by AnT on May 11, 2008 2:11:15 GMT -5
Tapping the tip of his foot on the grassy floor, Sonic wondered what the creepy man meant by that. What? Like this happened to him before? Though the word 'idol' did seem a bit comprehensible. "Eh, I guess the big cheese must be big fans of us to create us, pal...from what I heard. You'll probably see some of your buddies here someday."
|
|