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OPEN POST 2025

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[ It's been a long time since they've gotten to sleep for so long.

The last time they tried to have their usual summer hibernation, it was rudely interrupted by a certain some-gem who shall not be named. Shortly after that, they were brought here, to this town devoid of color, where it was the middle of spring. It wasn't an ideal time to sleep then, either, with all the mysteries about how they'd all gotten there and how color was going to be returned to the town.

But in the winter, they reached their limit. The low light, combined with the length of time which they'd forced themself to stay awake, resulted in them simply crashing as soon as the town residents got back the debacle in that strange castle. Kissing people to unfreeze them, feeling cold for the first time, it was terrible...

Maybe that's another part of why they'd just let themself succumb to their hibernation, whether intentionally or just subconsciously. Saving Lupin had been confusing and stressful — the fragility of his life continues to cause unease, but what made them most uneasy of all was how affected he'd seemed after the fact. And, being an immortal made of stone, fashioned to live for thousands of years... change scares them. And it had felt, overwhelmingly, like he and they were on the precipice of an unknowable, unnamed change.

So, a three month nap it was.

They don't wake up even once throughout all of it, well and truly out. Sometimes their rest is fitful, and other times, they lay still as a statue, unbreathing, unmoving, and by all other measures, dead to the world. But on this fine early spring morning, they finally emerge from their house, lazily stretching their arms across their chest like a drowsy cat. They've even gone through the effort of taking off their elaborate pajamas, dressed in their uniform like always. There's a squint, while their eyes adjust to the — very welcome — sunlight, which only deepens when —

That's Lupin, out on this side of town. They can see him, well... okay, they can't see him that clearly, they're still feeling pretty bleary, but it's easy enough to recognize his silhouette and hat. What business might he have over here, far away from Ruga? Their mind is still catching up with the present, the last thing they need is to talk to him and potentially have to actually acknowledge kissing him to save his life. It was months ago, maybe he forgot already! That's a long time for a human. Maybe it's not even a big deal anymore. Like with so many other things, their kneejerk reaction to things they don't want to deal with is to try to avoid it...

They're just gonna very unsubtly turn heel and walk in the other direction of town towards the shore and harbors (they need somewhere to sunbathe...); it doesn't occur to them that he might be around these parts to see or check on them... in their mind, it should be easy to slink away. Even though their hair is refracting light everywhere they go, with the sun brightly shining above. ]

[ they'd mentioned previously that their species hibernates through the winter - he's not sure when, exactly, but that piece of information was stored somewhere in his mind. Good thing, too: as nervous as he was when Cairngorm went to sleep and didn't wake up, it would be a thousand times worse if he didn't know why. As things stand, he's still nervous as hell, but can at least believe that this isn't the fault of the town, nor a permanent affliction.

The problem is that he can't really do anything about it. Lupin's not one to sit on his laurels; he prides himself on always having a plan or an idea or some kind of solution when something needs fixing (or stealing). The only fix for this particular situation is time. And it's not like Cairngorm's in imminent danger or anything - a few months is a meager price to pay. He's patient. Usually. It's harder to be patient when he'd finally resolved to speak his heart only to find the recipient of his affections unresponsive the night he'd appeared to leave his calling card.

Swallowing all those feelings back up once he'd started letting himself feel them was difficult, but what choice did he have? Lupin had shelved his grand romantic plans (they hadn't failed, they were just postponed) and appointed himself to their bedside in the meantime - at least when he could. Phos had seemed confident that Cairngorm didn't need more than a dim light and an occasional check-in to make sure they hadn't rolled over and broken something, and they certainly knew more than he did - plus, they and Lottie are the ones who actually live with Cairngorm. Still, he's made sure to come see them at least once in a while. He'd sit and try to read by the candlelight for a little bit, just in case they wake up, and, over the months, let his emotions boil down into a low simmer.

The longer they spend apart, the more Lupin starts to believe that he'd been premature. Maybe this is good. Maybe he'd been selfish - running into this headlong, seeing in them what he wanted to see. They're delicate, after all - ten times his age with a tenth of the experience. If he'd gone through with his plans, he'd probably have overwhelmed them. When he'd intimated how he felt, they'd called him a fool. He's not such a rake he can't wait for them to understand what he meant.

Even if waiting is kind of painful. And stressful. The warmer it gets, the antsier he feels - not necessarily romantically, but just in general. They're supposed to wake up soon, right? It's these nerves that have him freezing up when, heading over to check on them one morning, he sees them up and on their feet again. Outside. And immediately walking away from him. ]

-- Cairngorm! You're awake!

[ and here he comes. sorry, gormy, your slinking was unsuccessful. ]

[ Briefly, they consider continuing to walk away.... or run away. They've no doubt they can outrun him, and maybe they could just avoid him forever. Such is the way of gem thinking: if you keep putting a problem off, you'll never really have to deal with it.

But, perhaps mercifully, not even having the choice to run away from things they didn't want to deal with for most of their life keeps them frozen in indecision for a little, their step awkwardly stalling when they look over at Lupin approaching. There's a few things they can tell just from those words alone; he must have been keeping at least some sort of close tabs on them over their hibernation. The same unnamable discomfort they've had around him for some time now stirs, even in the density of their crystalline body. Like ice melting.

He.... cared, right? Did he miss them? They're used to waking up from hibernation to not much more than a casual oh, and they couldn't blame the other gems for not waiting on baited breath for them to rejoin their band. They only ever saw each other for a season at a time: Fall and spring, with the bitter winters spent alone and their summers in slumber. Quietly, they can admit to themself that the weight of his apparent... relief? Excitement? Feels different from all the hundreds of offhand greetings previous. Like maybe their absence was more than just an inconvenience or a fact of life. Like he's been waiting for them, if they can delude themself into believing it.

Over their life, though, they've learned it's best not to hope or long for anything too much, whether that's ambition, companionship, or just attention. To Cairngorm, such things were always out of reach, even if they were right in front of them. Sometimes, it feels like Lupin's no different than that. Whether than chasing that small spark of hope, they should be grateful and satisfied he even noticed their absence to this extent at all. The reminder keeps their expression flat and neutral, chasing away the strange urge to meet his relief with their own.

They sigh audibly through their nose as he comes over, but they relent, no longer trying to get away. This is fine. They're still pretty tired, and running away would be a lot of physical effort, because they're certain Lupin would give chase. That's what this is: convenience. Truth be told, while the feelings are still fresh and abstract in their mind from everything leading up to their slumber, they can't remember every word spoken between them prior. They remember feeling nervous. They remember feeling worried. Over what Lupin had said, exactly, eludes them. ]

Were you watching my house all this time? It's barely been minutes.

[ Since they awoke, they mean. They complain, dryly, raising a gloved hand to rub at their eye, long eyelashes glittering while they try to blink themself awake. On the one hand, they want to jab at him for being so nosy that he found out immediately... but on the other, maybe telling him that they really haven't been conscious for long will make him feel lenient on the fact that they literally just tried to walk away. If they're lucky, maybe he'll just think they didn't see him... ]

[ while he most certainly had considered multiple different things he could say to them upon waking up, he'd tended to imagine something a little more fanciful than this - having their eyes flutter open while he was at their side so he could give them a cheeky "good morning," or maybe getting word of their awakening in the middle of the night and stealing in like, well, a thief. Instead, here is Cairngorm, back in the land of the living with zero fanfare, and if it weren't for the fact that it hadn't happened in several months, this scene would look no different from the dozens of other times he'd said hello to them in the morning.

Oh well. Lupin loves his plans, but he can improvise. That strange nervousness doesn't go away, but there is perhaps no man better at overpowering his nerves and charging in than him. Besides, he finds there's something delightful about feeling tense over something as mundane as talking to Cairngorm. Time might have calmed his emotions, but it's clearer than ever to him that it hasn't dulled them when he meets their eyes. His heart leaps, his expression brightens, and he can't help the spring in his step when he jogs the short distance between them. There's a surprising amount of overlap between being a romantic and a thrill-seeker... ]

Just a little morning exercise. It's no easy feat maintaining these looks, you know - not all of us get a few months' worth of beauty sleep. [ Their apparent attempt to run doesn't seem to have fazed him at all, though there's no doubt he didn't notice. It's something he can contend with later. For now, he's just happy to see them - to talk to them again, complaints and all, and his playful grin softens. ] Good morning to you, too. Rest well?

[ A few months... yes, it does seem like Spring has started, or did start a while ago. His words have them blinking around at their surroundings with a little more attention, hand still rubbing at their eye. They hum in acknowledgement at his question. ]

Mm.... it was fine. [ a beat, and then they lower their hand, loosely folding their arms across their chest. ] I haven't slept that deeply for a long time. Maybe a century.

[ Which is much more information than they would normally pony up — their grogginess has lessened the capabilities of their filter, it seems. The fact that they kept being cucked from their hibernation is gem business that they haven't really explained to other residents in Chroma; they always assume it won't be of interest. Moreover, at home, their hibernations are generally fitful and they're constantly woken up by other gems. Only here were they really left to rest peacefully.

Belatedly, their eyes flick down and then up, giving him a quick once-over — no missing limbs, no signs that anything catastrophic happened while they were asleep. Those are the type of things gems look for, upon waking, especially because it might me the other person doesn't remember you, anymore. It's a force of habit, even if it doesn't apply to humans. Satisfied and relieved by what they've found, their shoulders relax a little more. ]

As for you, well.... you look the same as ever. [ ???? this is a good thing even though they say it in the dryest way possible ] The winter wasn't harsh to you then, I take it.

[ he is indeed exactly the same, right down to the sunny disposition - this in spite of the fact that the town is about as colorless as ever. Lupin's a difficult man to discourage, and seeing Cairngorm back to their usual self has only bolstered his spirits.

The century comment - and their mentioning that he hasn't changed - is a slim reminder of the enormous timescale they're used to living on. It doesn't hang over his head the way it could (and perhaps should); it does, again, remind him that patience is a virtue. ]

Other than not having you around? No, nothing too agonizing. [ a pause; he looks rather chagrined. ] Well, I did turn into a frog for a while, but we all managed to move past that.

[ how did he get out of that predicament?? don't worry about it. It's probably a good thing Cairngorm wasn't around to see him in that sorry state, come to think of it. Not that he's even sure Cairngorm knows what frogs are in the first place... ]

More folks came up out of the well, we did some traveling into one anothers' dreams... Your ability to sleep through all that ruckus is enviable, honestly.

[ Did he just imply the winter was harsh without them around... surely, in jest... nonetheless, their bleariness betrays them, and they blink a little in surprise at that remark, not even immediately schooling their expression into submission shortly after. Clearly, they didn't expect him to say something like that so bluntly, and also clearly, maybe they're reading into it. Same as they would've normally, they're just not being so masterful at keeping it to themself, at this time. ]

It's nothing special...

[ They mumble, averting their eyes off to nowhere in particular, eyebrow creasing a little more, unsure of why they even said that. It's not like it was praise, he was just saying that he wishes he could sleep through such things. Absentmindedly, they scuff their heel in the colorless dirt, looking down at their shoe. ]

I don't think you'd like it much. Sleeping so long. [ He'd probably get FOMO from missing out on much of anything, even something completely asinine. That's their impression of him. ] Even being frozen for a few days was enough to set you out of sorts...

[ They say that half to reaffirm their own memories of the event, and half to convince him it's maybe not so enviable as he thinks. Back in the castle, he'd felt chagrined that he'd fallen victim to the ice at all, which made him incapable of going around saving other people. By kissing them, they won't mention or linger on for too long. Their memory of back then is foggy, but that part is clear — how quick he'd been to spring back up into action. How he'd asked them to tag along. Their mind is slow to pick up to the feeling that they should change the subject, or parry the focus back to him, so when they do so, it's belatedly, like they had to think of a good comeback. Eventually, they huff. ]

Besides. You would've missed out kissing frogs, otherwise.

[ Soon as he says that he turned into a frog, the fairytales in the library having to do with the frog prince come to mind... see, he got to make up for his lack of kissing in the ice castle. It's funny, and his reaction will serve as a little test of his feelings towards such a turn of events. Groggy as they are, Cairngorm is secretive and subtle as always — the only way they know how to go about getting information is the roundabout, plausibly deniable way. ]

[ it's no surprise that Shadow had dipped out of Sonic's party early; it is mildly surprising to find him at her place, but only mildly. He doesn't have a home, and she's made it clear he's welcome to hers if he needs a place to go - it speaks to her trust in him, loath as she is to have someone else anywhere near her personal things. Still. It's been a long day. So much for being able to flop into bed and sleep after time-traveling and coordinating a minor jewel heist.

Then again, he almost certainly needs the rest more than she does. And it'd be a lie to say she was planning on sleeping; Rouge wouldn't admit it, but she'd already been planning on tracking him down once she made a stop here. This just means she can skip a step. ]

Well, look what the cat dragged in, [ she announces casually, clicking the door shut behind her with the heel of her boot. She raises a bag with a box-shaped weight in it in his direction. ] You missed out on the cake. Want some?

[The only greeting he gives her is a wordless huff of air - which, to be fair, is more courtesy than he extends most people. Truth be told, even he isn't entirely sure why he's here - he can come up with reasons, but they aren't good ones. It was closer than whatever hole he'd crawled out of - abandoned facilities, the woods. He's on edge and worries something else is going to happen. One or the other of those.

He's on the couch - far too plush for him, he feels like his quills have already jabbed a hole into it - hand on his chest, staring up at the ceiling. At her words? Well, he at least sits up, slightly, meets her eyes, then levels them at the bag with a bemused look.]

I'm surprised he bothered with a cake. Probably vanilla and too much frosting, though. I'll pass.

[Or worse, an ice cream cake. His nose twitches slightly at the thought - and then he eases himself back onto the couch, eyes back on the ceiling.]

You all indulge him quite a lot, don't you.

[ she'll definitely be plucking black spines out of the upholstery later - the price of being friends(?) with a hedgehog. At his entirely expected reply, she shrugs, setting it on her counter with an aloof little hum. (He's not wrong. There is a lot of frosting on it. Too rich for her tastes - a rare thing for Rouge.) ]

Blue's gotten us out of enough pinches, don't you think? I don't like owing people - I'd rather have it the other way around.

[ which is why it's beneficial to stay on everyone's good side, especially Sonic's. And Shadow's, for that matter - but it goes a bit beyond that. Sonic's not allowed to crash on her couch, after all. She has half a mind to tease Shadow for the comment, ask him if he's jealous and hankering to be indulged, but the day's events are still fresh in her mind; she can only imagine the hole they're burning in his. He's off the hook for the moment. ]

Of course, the others don't know you did half the work today...

Two-thirds. I helped him, but he didn't help me.

[By some definitions of help.

And of course he's hankering to be indulged. He hasn't been indulged in a positive way since the ARK and Maria - and today's just been a reminder of that. This whole thing hinged on him refusing his desires - rejecting what felt best to him. Really, ever since he fell back down to Earth, it's just been a string of that.

All of that's a very convenient excuse for why he feels the need to take potshots at Sonic in absentia. Sonic, after all, is a creature of indulgence.

Speaking of, he makes a face at the slice of cake as she sets it on the counter, rolling over to his side to face her as she moves around the room.]

Exactly as predicted. Looking for someone to offload it onto? Maybe Omega could compost it for fuel.

[ she gives an amused little hmph at his correction. Two thirds, then. What Sonic doesn't know won't hurt him (or his ego.) That amusement is quick to turn into a melodramatic sigh as she waves a hand, turning away from him to bustle around her little bat-sized kitchenette. ]

Hmph! Is it really so hard to believe I picked it up for you? Even the ultimate life form deserves a treat once in a while.

[ not that she truly thought he'd eat it... although she would've liked to see that. As she speaks, she pulls out the one thing she knows he will take - a bag of dark-roasted beans - and puts a pot of coffee on. Her beauty sleep will have to wait a bit longer. She's theoretically nocturnal, anyway. ]

... Still healing from your big battle?

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[ oftentimes, Rouge gets her directions from GUN. But, sometimes, she'll beat them to the punch. There's a reason she's got a reputation as a treasure hunter - she's nearly as good at digging up information on the rare and unusual as she is at digging up the artifacts themselves - and, while her employers would probably prefer she reported any particularly juicy tidbits directly to them before heading out, Rouge has always liked striking out on her own more.

Well. Mostly on her own. This time, she'd picked up the trail of something that's either a Chaos Emerald or close enough in power that all her sources think it's one. Eggman's lack of involvement meant Omega wasn't particularly interested in tagging along, but she'd managed to rope Shadow in, which is almost a victory in itself. That's how they ended up here: two stories deep in some abandoned facility's basement. It's been suspiciously smooth sailing so far, which means Rouge isn't surprised when the next door opens up into a large open room. A little too open. Her radar ears twitch, and she hangs back at the entrance, not quite stepping out. ]

Hmmm... I smell a trap.

[ any signs of power that goes off the radar is something to be looked into, shadow's done this before, and despite the conclusion; he's found it's never over. it could be an obsession at this point, one of the constant drives that keep him moving, and if this is one of rouge's ploys to get him out then he can just leave.

it's as simple as that, but her insistence as well as urgency (to either obtain or see it before it completely disappears) encourages him enough to come along. days have been long, and his need to keep his mind busy outweighs taking care of himself. if he isn't searching for anymore signs of threats then he's, what others would claim it to be, wasting away.

it's none of their business what he does in his downtime, but sometimes he can't work. he's unable to act. memories haunt him much like long ago, they come in active bursts that reminds him his own pain and suffering stems from his existence.

maria's words still echo in his ear, reminding him that there's so much more to why he lives and what he must do. yet, it's hard to swallow down, at that moment he easily accepted those words because he had her in his grasp. he was spoiled. now he can only remember by thinking back to the previous events in that white space, and this is one of the issues that has been noticed with him.

his reaction time in conversations tend to be nonexistent or he takes longer to respond, this time it's the latter. he hadn't really registered what rouge has said to him, he does acknowledge the room for what it's worth. ]

Let's move.

[ an opposite to her wariness, before, he would have relied on rouge's intuition, and contemplated how they'd advance. nowadays, he moves forward without much thought, entering the room and scanning the area with crimson eyes. it's sloppy, and shadow doesn't do sloppy, but he doesn't do much right when he has too much on his mind. ]

[ it really isn't like him. She's noticed that he seems a little bit off - he's been reticent and distant, even by Shadow standards. Small things that others might not notice, but Rouge likes to think that she knows him better than most. Maybe he's not a social butterfly; however, he's usually always listening, even if he's pretending otherwise. Chalk it up to being a living weapon who was built to be on constant alert or to being a slightly more sensitive guy than people give him credit for (a bit of both, in her opinion); either way, he should have a firm grip on the situation at hand, and he definitely shouldn't be rushing out into danger. Which he just did.

Normally, he's the one telling her not to get overexcited and leap into trouble! Rouge reaches out a hand to try and stop him, but, unsurprisingly, she doesn't manage. ]

-- Shadow! [ she hisses from the wide delivery doorframe. ] Ugh! Did you even hear me?!

[ she has a feeling he didn't. Something's definitely on his mind - she just doesn't know what. Whatever it is, now's not the time to ponder it. As soon as he crosses a certain threshold in the room, a high-pitched alarm note that has her covering her poor ears blares out, loud enough to make the room shake. At least, it seems that way for a moment: it becomes unfortunately obvious only a moment later that the room shaking is also due to a massive hidden hatch near the center of the ceiling opening. An enormous turret descends, its rusty machinery grinding with disuse and age. A variety of weaponry rings its circular barrel, including at least one large main cannon with a laser sight that points immediately at Shadow before unleashing a barrage of bullets.

Well. She'll enjoy the I-told-you-so of it all after they make it out. Rouge slings herself immediately behind a bunch of cargo crates to avoid any ricochet and hopes Shadow's still on top of things enough to not get turned into swiss cheese. ]

[ shadow's normally not this off, his focus is non-existent so when the alarm blares within the room, flashing lights scattering about until each one falls upon shadow — like a massive red eye staring right into his soul, it's followed by bullets shooting straight into his direction and whatever the motion lasers land on. be careful, rouge, that tip of the ear can be seen and might get clipped.

shadow takes a quick step back, his brows furrowing in agitation from the onslaught of bullets. his heart picks up, and the sound overlaps with his own thoughts in his mind. it's not the same as what happened before, but it makes his quills bristle up and the look in his eyes appears lost than angry.

there's too much on his mind, but it's his own fault for not paying heed to rouge's warning. he didn't even notice it, but he's paying the consequence from his actions as he jumps to the side, the red light lazily following after him.

the bullets follow the red light by shooting one after the other, trying to catch up with shadow until he jumps over a crate, the bullets penetrating that.

something inside beeps and whatever inside, explodes moments after sending the contents of the crate and whatever inside flying. shadow manages to avoid the explosion, skidding along the floor, but the red light is smart too in predicting where shadow will land.

he doesn't stop himself from sliding, bullets clicking down towards him, clipping at his leg. he grits his teeth, pushing himself away from the spot as the red light continues to chase where he goes. ]

Get out of here!

[ it's focused on him after all. ]

[ Ugh. Now she's really in a pickle. Part of her is agreeing wholeheartedly with Shadow's command - yes, she should get out of here; she's a spy, not a soldier, and he's the ultimate life form, for crying out loud! He's more than enough to handle a stupid old security system.

And yet.

It's not like she doesn't have faith in his abilities. He's proven himself countless times. She just also knows he's got a tendency to try and do everything alone and get himself hurt in the process -- and that's when he's not distracted. Besides, they're a team, right? (Not that teamwork usually matters to her beyond its utility in the moment, but Shadow is, unfortunately, the exception.) ]

I don't think so!

[ The shots only graze her ear, thankfully, before the turret is focused on trying to keep up with Shadow - if she has a chance, it's got to be now. As long as he keeps it distracted... She leaps out from behind the crates and into the air, wings flapping in double time to lift her upwards towards the mounted gun. It senses motion, just like he'd said, but it can only aim at one thing at a time, and she manages to close the distance in the brief window between targets, lodging a sharp heel in the main gun with an airborne overhead kick. The barrage of bullets stops as the machinery locks up and backfires.

And she thinks that should be about the end of it - taking out the main gun usually shuts down the auxiliaries, too, in her experience, and they didn't even turn on in the first place - but, as she flaps backwards to put some space between her and the malfunctioning machine, the other guns mounted around the base start whirring to life, too. Looks like they were only still booting up after years of disuse. Which is bad news for her, seeing as she's right in front of them with her wings causing a lot of motion. This time, the guns fire energy beams, and while Rouge dives as swiftly as she can back to the ground to hide, a sudden hot burn on her right wing tells her that one: she got hit, and two: she's about to have a crash landing. ]

[ unfortunately, while the ultimate life form can do everything alone, that doesn't mean there aren't consequences. he loses time, he gets battered and bruised, and sometimes his anger gets the better of him which means he's more destructive than normal. this time, it isn't anger that drives him, there's some sort of hesitance, he's unsure, and he can only think back to what was said to him. is this path that he's taken for himself the wrong one, is there a consequence if he doesn't heed her words — he's unable to be a hero, it isn't like him, but when maria spoke to him there was some hope for his future.

shadow's eyes widen for a brief moment at noticing rouge stutter in flight, and he quickly pushes himself up from where he was. his shoes activate, gliding him along the ground. despite being directly underneath her, if she loses her balance in the air and the guns still shooting beams in her direction, he could in fact lose her. his "life" doesn't mean that much, he doesn't have that to lose anymore, but her own on the other hand is something that he's in the position to ensure isn't in danger.

he uses the wall to ricochet off of, boosting himself in her direction to catch her in mid-air with relative ease. it's at the same time that with her in his arms that both the beams from the weapons on both side has locked onto easy targets, and have already proceeded in shooting in their direction. he wastes time, rather than attempting to move out the way, his gaze lingers on the injury on her wing.

the lasers will follow them both if together, but she's proved it to him that they lock only onto one. ]

I said. Leave.

[ as commanding as he sounds, there's something else he's working off of here — is it worry, concern, is there an inkling of care in his tone? whatever it is, he throws rouge downward into whatever is around to catch her fall. it might be a rough one, but at least they're not on her. however, that decision comes with consequences as one of the lasers penetrates right through shadow with enough force to send him flying into the nearby wall with heavy impact, leaving an indent in the shape of a crater. ]

[ for some reason, she has the vague sense that this has happened before, but she has no time to linger on that strange bit of deja vu - it's a relief not to land in a graceless pile on the floor, even if Shadow's not exactly the gentlest. For a moment, she's feeling intensely gratified (see, this is why she didn't leave - he has her back, so she should have his!); then, surprisingly, there is a half-second to linger, with Shadow looking at her wing, and her staring back at him, still half-bewildered he bothered to save her and wholly convinced his mind truly is elsewhere.

All of this in barely a breath, and then he's chucking her into a heap of scrap while he gets blasted by a laser. That's about what she expected. Annoyingly, she is worried about him - Rouge has come to accept that yes, she cares, but it still feels like weakness - but forces herself to put some faith in that supernatural healing factor of his, no matter how bad that looked. The fretting can come later. It would be worse if he got himself shot and then she got incinerated anyway. She pulls herself up out of the pile of old blueprints and loose screws as fast as she can manage, tests her injured right wing - ouch, okay, no flying on that now - and then tries her best to come up with a plan on the spot.

Right. Motion-tracking. And the machine is rusty and barely-working. In the brief moment while the guns are still tracked on Shadow, she grabs some piece of junk from the garbage she'd fallen into (an oversized lugnut, maybe?), slips behind some more crates, hopefully out of sight, and tips her head up towards the ceiling. It's dark in the room; fortunately, she's a bat, and all the noise has given her a pretty good idea of its layout, including ceiling fixtures. All she has to do is get in the right place. If she was anything less than a consummate professional, she's sure her hands would be shaking as she lines up this shot. But she's Rouge the Bat! Perfection is to be expected! So she'll do it perfectly...!

In all honesty, her trajectory's a little off when she kicks the lugnut straight up into the air up to the ceiling - it's too far to the left. Fortunately, it doesn't matter. The motion-tracking guns all immediately lock onto the moving target, firing their lasers at once to destroy it, and the resulting blast is close enough to a sprinkler head to destroy that, as well. Instantly, the sprinkler system kicks on, drizzling the entire room in slightly-stinky water - including the turret fixture, which begins making some very unhappy mechanical noises before the entire thing goes limp, twitching slightly.

Safe, for now, if somewhat soggy and burned simultaneously. Rouge huffs in distaste briefly before her mind returns to the more pressing issue: her hurt hedgehog. Favoring her injured wing, she immediately gets up and heads towards the wall he got shot into, heels clicking loudly against the floor. ]

Shadow!

[ before, there was a time where his memories didn't hurt him, they only molded him into something better. they were fragmented to the point they hardly made sense, but nowadays, he recalls, remembers and reflects on them for far too long to put himself in these troubling positions. with rouge, it's a pain, simply because somehow when she's in danger, there's a part of him that has to rescue her no matter the odds — it's not the first time, it's not the second time, but he'd rather her be hurt by him than by anything else that could potentially kill her.

is this a sort of weakness? he thinks like that sometimes, but maria's words resound in his head as a reminder. what his name is to mean, for him to stand in the light too, but could he do that if something happened to rouge? he understood the position he was in, he could have used the chaos emerald to keep them forever, but it was by her wish that he couldn't. whatever maria wants, he's unable to take that from her, she had to leave him so to speak, but she's part of him within his heart. that's the sort of connection they have, and can the same be said about him and rouge — it's too sentimental, their relationship was never built on that.

but he couldn't do it, he couldn't imagine a world where she died due to his negligence of the situation at hand. he doesn't know if the light will show itself when she assists in his direction. the bat who has always prompted him to go here and there, the same one who would propose a deal that would catch his interest. these are sparks that penetrate the darkness, a guide into the light, and if she no longer existed then those sparks would flicker out of his hand.

things like that shouldn't be what's on his mind as the sound within the room starts to die down, water splattering against the floor and walls like rain. the wall he's been thrusted into has left a sort of crater, but his body lays limp against the wall that he's leaning on (against his will, that is)! there's a large spike which formed within the wall, a piece of security, that's penetrated through his body — blood painting the surface behind him, pouring underneath where he sits, but shadow ignores it all.

crimson eyes slowly lift as he hears approaching footsteps, vision somewhat blurred, but the color scheme is one he could recognize anywhere. there's an exhale, whether it's out of relief or trying to catch his breath, it's hard to determine as he follows up with the obvious. ]

Ha. [ if they ignore the situation he's in. ] Record time, I suppose.

[ as though he expects her to rub it in that this wouldn't have happened without her. ]

[ He looks bad - bad enough that her heart drops for a moment when she gets her first proper look at hinm - but then he breathes. Breathes, and has the gall to make a joke about it. At least he's not dead. Rouge is evenly split between being gravely concerned for him and being pissed that he got the both of them hurt for no reason. ]

Record time for a screw-up! What's the big idea, rushing in like that? You're lucky I'm a professional!

[ it seems Shadow's guess about her response wasn't entirely off the mark - just that her reproach is less boastful and more upset. But as she closes the distance between them and crouches next to him, the concerned half of her starts outweighing the angry half, her irritation simmering down quickly. The sight of his injury and the metallic tang of blood makes her muzzle wrinkle. She's not exactly great at first aid, and especially not on a half-alien lab experiment (even if he's her half-alien lab experiment), so her hands hover awkwardly for a moment over the spike before dropping to her sides again. Common sense says he shouldn't move without something serious to staunch the blood; on the other hand, maybe he can't start regenerating as long as that piece of rubble's spearing him? ]

You really did it this time. [ she pauses, hesitating, before continuing, her ears planing just slightly. Ugh. The only thing worse than not knowing what to do is letting other people know she doesn't know, but... It's Shadow. It's fine. ] ... What can I do?

[ "Will you be okay?" is something she refuses to ask. He better be. ]

Edited 2025-03-17 04:55 (UTC)

[ it's not as bad as she makes it seem, it's small compared to what he's been through before. that's why he's able to shrug this off like it's meaningless. there's a difference here, their missions never go this far with injuries, or if they do then rushing to a medical center is an option for rouge. there's nothing like that anymore for shadow, as a half-alien lab experiment, no doctor of this time would know how to take care of him.

like every other poor run in with danger, his body will have to heal like every other time.

she should know his options, and because she hasn't seen him like this, maybe the thought doesn't cross her mind like it should. then again, what reason does she need to worry, his body can handle these types of injuries, it's her own that would make him question her survival.

that's the last thing he needs on top of this. ]

Don't worry about it.

[ he instead tries to guide her attention to something else, that something being what they came here for. she was much more aware to her surroundings than he was, he had become a liability to her which makes it so that he's disappointed with himself.

hearing her have to admit how unsure she is only makes it worse. ]

I'll be fine. I... can still move.

[ to reassure her of this, he'll lean his body forward and the wet sound of flesh attempting to slide off the rubble is heard. it's disgusting, but the amount of groaning that comes from shadow as he does so doesn't fear the consequence of blood oozing out once he removes the foreign object. ]

[ as if he'd even admit it if he did need help. He's worse than she is when it comes to pride. Again, she thinks, she'll just have to trust him. It's usually an easy ask, but with how the last ten minutes have gone, she suddenly has doubts. Watching him peel his body off whatever broken chunk of wall is impaling him doesn't exactly soothe those doubts. Did she already say he looks bad? Because he looks bad.

Disgusting as the scene is, she finds herself moving forward to support him once he's free- he claims he can still move, but Rouge can just imagine him immediately flopping face-first into a puddle of sprinkler water as soon as he's free, and she's sure they'd both rather avoid that. Gingerly, she hooks a hand under his arm. If she gets bloodstains on her clothes from this, she'll just add it to the ever-growing list of Things he owes her. ]

You're not moving anywhere fast, that's for sure. We're taking five.

[ if he lets her, she'll ease him onto the floor to sit down. While she's still holding her one injured wing a little awkwardly out to the side, she has the other flexed upwards over both of them, trying in vain to shield them from the continuing sprinkler downpour. Hopefully, it doesn't keep going too long... ]

What— We don't have that type of time!

[ using any energy to convey his feelings on the matter, even raising his voice results in blood splattering onto the ground, and an overwhelming pain rushing over his body. he may be immortal, but that mean he's numb to the pain administered to him. his mouth parts, coughing next and then grits his teeth not too proud of the weakness that's showing when he tries to move at all.

he has no choice but to come down with her, and now he's too busy thinking about where everything went wrong. what mistake did he make? his brows furrow in annoyance alongside a pained groan once he's able to lean against her. he doesn't mean to, but it should make covering them a little easier as he exhales against her body. ]

If you go. I'll be right behind you.

[ as much as he wants to say not to pity him, it hurts too much to even attempt. shadow hisses with what water does manage to hit against his wound, unavoidable it seems like as the world wants to harm him in some way.

he should have paid attention before coming in here.

why didn't he? why? but he knows why, and even now, he contemplates over past thoughts, previous conversations. if he had did things differently last time, she'd still be here, if he did things differently this time, then rouge wouldn't be hurt. ]

[ she expects him to fuss, so it's a bit of a relief that his resistance is more verbal than physical; she can handle him telling her off a lot more easily than him shoving her off. Maybe he's just in too much pain to try. For all his strength, he's small and light enough for her to support without trouble - immortal half-alien lab experiment, yes, but still just a hedgehog all the same. A subtle reminder that he's a person, not a weapon. Rouge wonders if she's the only one in this room who remembers that. ]

Please - you think this rickety old dump still has an emergency line hooked up? It's a miracle that thing even turned on. We've got time. [ she huffs, gently lowering him into a sitting position while she sinks onto a knee, and hopes that her confidently-stated guess is correct. Once she's reasonably sure he's not about to collapse into her, she eases back, releasing her hold on him, though she remains in his personal space bubble while she peers at his injury. ] You can't really believe I'd just leave you here like this.

[ after all, he'd saved her from Prison Island way back when - a long time ago, but she's never forgotten it, both because it was (and is) unusual for anyone to stick their neck out for her, and because it was the first time she got an inkling that he had a heart underneath that frosty exterior of his. The least she can do is treat him the same. Rouge sighs, exasperated, and shakes her head. ]

I know you're the ultimate life form, but that doesn't make you invincible, you know.

Don't be foolish... I can handle myself.

[ if she had left then he would have started to make his move, it wouldn't have taken long for him to catch up at all. the worst part is that she feels that it's necessary to stay with him, which it isn't, and her remaining behind only to fuss is the last thing he wants. ]

But we don't have that.

[ time, he means, from the look in his eyes, whatever it is that she heard about here initially could disappear if they stay in this one place. it'll annoy him to no end if this lead disappears all because of a stab wound, he's been through worse, the pain he's going through now could never compare to what he's done before. that's why her kneeling down, and him sitting on leads to a bloody glove coming to her shoulder to keep her from sitting.

she has to move, because he's in this position doesn't mean she has to sit here and be. shadow's trust only goes so far, and when it's someone like rouge, he knows that he doesn't have to worry about what she does. in the beginning, rouge didn't enter this area like he did, so that has to mean she was aware of something he wasn't.

fortunately for her, she's more than capable of moving forward. ]

I can protect myself, I don't need you keeping a careful eye over me, Rouge.

[ even as he says that, he leans forward, the substance oozing from his wound only getting worse, but it's also something he doesn't want her touching either. ]

[ it doesn't quite set in how touchy-feely this all is until he sets a hand on her shoulder. Then again, he's covered in blood and she has a toasted wing. Not exactly the time for her to start getting prickly about personal space. Besides, it's Shadow...

His continued stubbornness, on the other hand, she might take more umbrage with. She frowns, unamused, and grabs his wrist with one hand; if it weren't for the fact that he looked like he might fall over, after all, she'd try to move it away. ]

Right. And that's why you got out of this pinch all by yourself?

[ her reply is acerbic. If she hadn't been paying careful attention just now, who knows what would have happened? Normally, she'd agree with him, but not this time - this entire mission, he's been acting like a rookie. At that moment, the sprinklers finally shut off with a squeak, and the loud echo of indoor rain suddenly stops, reduced in a moment to drips and drops. The sudden quiet is somewhat sobering. Rouge bites off whatever snarky remark she had prepared, instead sighing again under her breath. She folds her outstretched wing and leans back on her heels - not sitting, but still crouched down at eye level with Shadow. ]

... What's gotten into you? You're not usually the reckless type.

[ rouge is far too perceptive for her own good, so far everything she has pointed out has been questionable. he couldn't have done this alone, well, he could have gotten out alone, but with far worse damage. if she wasn't here then what would have happened in the end? then again, her wing wouldn't have suffered, nor would he had needed to take on the brunt of the damage.

then again, who walked into this disaster face first? an annoyed groan leaves from him, turning his head to the side as he glares at the ground with mild frustration. there's no need to take his irritation out on her, but it's just... it's none of her concern of what's gotten into him.

if he had just came alone and handled this himself, but this was her lead, and he'd never hear the end of it. if she wasn't so susceptible to death that he had to second guess his actions, if things he gained wasn't so easy to be taken away with just one bullet, or laser... depending on the context. this time, he's quiet, he doesn't say anything because the truth is he wants this done.

so he can do what exactly? he's been in his head for quite some time, recalling, remembering — it's annoying, simply because why does he feel incapable of being able to protect what's around him for the duration that he has it. ]

Nothing. [ he withdraws his hand, resting it against the hole in his body to keep it out of her sight. ] Nothing has gotten into me.

[ Bingo. His denial only convinces her that she's right. To her disappointment, being right in this case isn't as satisfying as it usually is - knowing your friend (friend?) is struggling isn't exactly gloating material. Rouge's lips press into a thin line in lieu of an immediate response; she looks at him, wet, battered, bloody, and once again trying to get her to leave so that he can deal with it all himself.

It's supremely hypocritical of her to criticize him for that. She's the same way, after all - handling her problems alone. Typically, that's how she prefers it. But things have changed, even if only a little. She has Omega, and - more pressingly in this moment - she has Shadow. And as much as she tries to play it off as purely practical, he's more than just a useful business partner. She'd told him as much herself. That's why she's here crouched in front of him, contemplating how she can help, instead of running off deeper into this facility to grab her treasure.

Ugh. She's gotten so soft on him! ]

All business, as usual, [ she mutters drolly after a moment, rising back to her feet. Rather than leaving, she simply folds her arms and stands beside Shadow, looking back out into the facility before turning her eyes back to him. One ear's still swiveled outward. Just in case reinforcements do show up... ] You're a real handful, you know.

[ despite her earlier irritation, there's no bite in her tone now. Rouge is thinking. Truthfully, when considering things that might be bothering him, the culprit is dreadfully obvious. It wasn't all that long ago that Shadow had to face off with his past again, and much more directly. He'd cried; she knew. She never mentioned it to him, or to anyone else. It was her little secret - and proof positive that he was shaken by it all.

Who wouldn't be? The real dilemma is how to address it. ]

You're thinking about her, aren't you?

Edited 2025-03-24 04:49 (UTC)

[ sometimes it's best not to say anything at all, shadow's eyes stare at the wall on the opposing side where one gun hangs low. he doesn't ask for help, all he requests is that she leaves and finish up what they came here for, he'll be unbearable if they lose when they're hot on the trail of a lead. the wall he puts up should be enough of an answer to their typical relationship: it's business, and they should finish their business.

however, she doesn't leave.

she stays for some reason that even he can't figure out, and isn't she the one who normally gets riled up when her treasure is at stake? his attention is split between that among other things, the pain is the last thing on his mind no matter how much it burns as he waits out his body to handle it. how long will it take for this, is it because he's unable to focus that the area just hasn't closed completely, and the black substance that oozes from the location just to torment him more?

he takes pleasure in the silence though, the small drips of old water clicking against the machinery and then onto the floor, although broken by rouge's voice that catches him off guard. it's like the world pauses, everything else blocked out in favor of that looming question, one so sensitive that his thoughts go back and forth between why is she asking and how is she so aware.

perhaps now is not the time for that discussion, or even... to mention that topic, but she's not wrong. his thoughts as of late has been far from what he should be focused on, and dwelling over those recent moments that's come and gone. the connection he had with her slipped between his fingers like the sands of time, that's what that world was, it's creation anyway.

when she questions him, maybe he should have called her back for the emerald, maybe... he finds that he cannot be honest, nor can he lie because he is thinking about her, always has. always will. ]

Is there anyone you ever think of endlessly?

[ in his dreams, in his mind, always in his thoughts he chases after her... but no matter the constant loop of what ifs and what he does, he's never on the same track as her. he's on one path below, and she's on the path above, and he can only watch her from a distance. no matter how close he gets, he'll never be on the same one as her. ]

[ she can't imagine there will ever be a good time to talk about it. Normally, she would have been perfectly happy to never mention it ever again - she doesn't do comforting. Other people's woes only matter to her when she can take advantage of them. But Shadow's not "other people." If he's struggling... Well, who else does he have to turn to? It's either her or nobody. She'll just have to do. That's why she'd made the offer to him before in the first place.

That said, Rouge half expects him to lash out at her for daring to mention Maria, even if not by name. The fact that he doesn't is either a sign of his trust in her, or how badly he needs to let some of this out. Maybe both. All she can do is shake her head in response. ]

Never had anyone like that.

[ Shadow's a textbook example of how love can hurt you - exactly why she decided she was done with it a long time ago. Still... admitting it does make her feel a pang of unpleasant something-or-other. Total independence has its price. ]

But she must really be something special to have you so hung up, even after you said your goodbyes. [ She probably should have tried talking to Maria, Rouge thinks. She probably had some amusing insights on her dour friend here, but the situation was tense enough as it was. ] ... What's on your mind?

[ she can guess... but she won't. It feels intrusive, even for a professional puts-her-nose-in-everyone's-business sneak like her. ]

Edited 2025-03-25 04:46 (UTC)

[ there is never a good time, this is probably also not the best time.

her words give him enough to work with, she doesn't understand, so what more does he need to discuss? rouge is mindful of her actions, she must know how much if a liability emotions are — shadow tends to ignore them, cover them up in favor of putting up a violent wall that no one can climb over. it helps him, it works for others, he has no shame in acting like this while his own anger persists inside of him due to the past. ]

...

[ shadow doesn't need a shoulder to cry on, he doesn't need much. he is to accept what happened without regret, but why does it feel like he's made the wrong decision? it's a constant reminder when she talks to him like that, if there's something special, he should have conserved it better. ]

If this isn't something you've dealt with, why does it matter to you?

[ it's a simple question, nothing cruel or interrogative, simply that this sort of information won't get rouge far if she decides to sell it, or even use it. all it'll do is ignite a temper when he doesn't feel like having one, or get someone inevitably killed if they ever mention it. truth be told, it's the worst information she could ever ask for. history that molded shadow to who he is.

he might as well tell her. ]

I'm not going to inflate your gossip topics.

[ somehow, there's a small inkling of a notion that he feels.... rouge wouldn't go as far as to use it for those purposes. they have been partners for a long time now, there isn't a time where she isn't around, but that's business. business assists in crossing paths with other business-minded individuals, but she stands out unlike others.

he doesn't linger on the thought.

besides, he doesn't know where to start when it comes to conversations like this anyway. ]

[ gossip? At that, she actually looks offended, her ears flattening as she balls her fists in frustration. Here she is, going out on a limb and trying to be nice for once, and this is how she's treated for it. Logically, it's just Shadow being cagey the way Shadow always is when it comes to his past and his feelings... but Rouge isn't exactly the queen of logical thinking and emotional regulation, herself. ]

Gossip? So that's how you think of me, huh? Well, fine! Keep being miserable by yourself.

[ with a snort, she folds her arms across her chest, turning her head away. Still, she stands her ground. She has half a mind to ditch him here and push on, just like he was insisting, but she doesn't want to give him the satisfaction.

(And, well, he really is hurt. Even if she's annoyed, she can't bring herself to leave him here. What if more trouble pops up while he's half-dead? The turret could come back on, or the backup he's worried about could show up... If being annoying was enough to make her cast him aside, she would've already done it a long time ago.) ]

Maybe it matters to me because you matter to me - ever think of that? [ she huffs. ] I bet the thought never even crossed your mind. Typical.

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[ little does she know, shadow knows how to be miserable without being told to. that was just a drop of weakness thinking that he could relate to rouge with this, but the difference is that her heart is stronger. she's blocked all opportunities to be hurt by things such as relationships with others. he doesn't look so deeply into it, besides, their lives are so different from what that wish to accomplish and achieve, but when they do cross paths like this then he wouldn't want anyone else by his side.

however, he response does catch him off guard.

shadow raises a brow confused by her reaction, really not too sure what he should take from it. rouge is a con artist, a manipulator of hearts, this is par for the course with someone like her to get her way. the difference is that he doesn't hear that lilt in her tone where he can tell she's attempting to take advantage.

he wants to ask if she hit her head, but now she's blaming him for not realizing something so simple.

if she wasn't so complex. if... wait, what did she say? it's not disbelief, but he's not too sure about this either. their relationship works on business, strictly that in order to keep things easily flexible between them.

rouge has joked before, but it's not something he thought she would say again in this context. ]

I shouldn't. [ those words come easy as he wants to correct whatever mistake she may be making, or already have. ] If you know what's good for you.

[ maria too believed that shadow mattered, slowly but surely shadow is starting to learn the more that people see less in him, little as possible will most likely keep them safe. that's what he thinks... it's all he can think because it's an option that hasn't hurt anyone else. ]

[ she looks over at him from the corner of her eye, not particularly placated by his response. "Sorry for calling you a gossip" was too much to expect from him, naturally, but still. Is he actually this dense, or is he just in some kind of denial that she cares about him? Rouge can only pray to whatever might be listening that he doesn't force her into giving some kind of friendship speech to convince him. One: he doesn't have the money to convince her, and two: she already got close enough to sounding like Amy back in the white space. Apparently, it didn't stick.

He had other things on his mind, she supposes. Much like he does now. Sometimes, she's nearly convinced there's not room for anything but Maria in that big spiky head of his. ]

Tough luck, sugar. I get to decide what's good for me, not you.

[ and she's decided that having him around is good. Fun, even... though not right now. ]

[ she gets to decide what's good for her? that's practically jewels and everything else, but he knows, he knows that she's always been here for him since the start. why she stayed that entire time after she's paid her debt to him that long time ago is beyond him, but maybe what she says is the truth.

because somehow he matters to her. ]

....

[ shadow scoffs, tough as usual to show he doesn't care for her words, but the action does cause some pain to circulate through his body. the taste of blood now on the flat of his tongue, but then his gaze returns to the ground to see the substance spread along the ground.

he doesn't know what to do, never has he been in a situation where he's felt so lost. he's lost so much, he doesn't know how much he's capable of losing at this point, and this room is a testament to that. she's a fool, the fact that she even stays with what stakes they have on the line from what may be hiding within this base. ]

Hmph, you don't understand what you're saying. None of you do.

[ some other people who also have horrible choices? well, it's not like he's ever liked the last few things maria has said to him either times... ]

Oh, put a sock in it. I'm a lot smarter than you think.

[ she understands that he's trouble and a huge pain in her bat butt, and she can't imagine there's much else to understand. Rouge is pretty sure they've thoroughly excavated every gnarly secret his past could possibly hide by now. None of it was intolerably awful. She's not exactly a shining paragon of heroism, herself - that's why the two of them get along.

It's clear she won't be getting to the bottom of whatever's on his mind anytime soon; she'll just have to settle for the pointed reminder that he's not alone for the time being. Things are always slow with him, anyway - knowing Shadow, he probably needs time to brood on what she said in addition to Maria. She'll just hope that there aren't any other nasty surprises waiting for them down here. (Or, if there are, that Shadow's been properly shamed into following her lead after this debacle.) Rouge sighs, glances sidelong at her burned wing for a moment - she's got burn cream, but left it at home, of course - then deigns to turn back to Shadow at last. Who, as it turns out, is still leaking on the floor.

This really doesn't seem good. Irritated though she may be, she finds herself taking a step towards him again. ]

I do keep some emergency bandages on me.

[ "and they're going on you whether you like it or not" is unspoken but implied. All that remains is for her to find out if he's going to make it difficult. ]

[ arguing with rouge tends to lead to some unsavory realizations, some like: he trusts her, that he would always be by her side if he had the option, and cases like that which makes him feel vulnerable. that doesn't mean he won't fight back, willing to reject the idea of it and let his body heal on its own. there's been many worse times than this where his own body part had been severed away, and it only took some time until a new limb grew back in its place.

he's difficult, but it's within reason, and his thoughts win out when he gets into his own head. rouge's voice helps from time to time, sometimes he's able to be mindful of his surroundings when she is speaking, but this time... could she understand that he's not past the past? as much as he should be, as many times as he's killed or thrown away certain aspects of himself to better his future... it's one thing he can't let go, he always says he can't let he go.

so why did he let her disappear. why does he always seem to fail her? there's a question that comes to the forefront of his mind, but it's easily replaced with something else. ]

Does it hurt?

[ obviously he's talking about her wing, but maybe he has something in mind for her. ]

[ she raises a brow, initially thinking he's asking her if getting bandaged will hurt. Not any worse than it already is, she thinks - but, no, he's asking about her wing. Ah, a redirect. ]

Only my pride, [ she replies flippantly. Half a lie: burns are pretty painful, but her wings aren't too sensitive, at least when it comes to injuries on the membrane. Better to be hit there than anywhere else... save for the fact that it's limited her mobility. While speaking, she pries her breastplate forward just enough to swiftly retrieve a small roll of bandages from somewhere within. Trust a spy to have plenty of secret resources on her person (and Rouge to have plenty of room around her chest.) ] I suppose I've got you to thank for that.

[ it would have been worse if she'd taken the full brunt of that fall - then she might have actually broken something. She stops short of actually thanking him, if only because she's still feeling slighted. Instead, she crouches down next to him with the bandages in hand, gesturing for him to let her see the injury. ]

[ what is he to say to that? throughout all of this, she still remains, no matter what it has always been her who stays. why does she do it? he'll never be able to understand the answer, but it's these moments that are always short-lived when he takes part in them. how long until this becomes another mistake, when she's on her side, bleeding out like the others because of the damage to her wing because of his actions. ]

Rouge.

[ her name is said like he needs her to do something. the hedgehog looks to her now, as close as she is, she should be aware that he doesn't need it. he'll regenerate with time, or maybe she doesn't like that she can see this wound so clearly.

it's because of that regeneration that the hedgehog removes one hand from the wound, the substance oozing out of him hasn't stopped, but it is held out to her. ]

[ it looks pretty grisly, regeneration be damned. That definitely would have killed him if he were a normal hedgehog. Fortunately, she's made of tough stuff, and the sight doesn't even make her flinch. She won't pretend she understands anything about how that regeneration works, but she has to figure that stopping the bleeding can't be anything but helpful.

If it weren't for him saying her name, she'd get right to it. As it is, she stops mid-motion, glancing up at him expectantly. ]

What?

[ he already seems to have given up on making her back off - but all she can figure is that he has a new complaint. ]

Drink it.

[ shadow was created to be a cure, someone who indulges in immortality, and it isn't out of the way for his blood to be used to heal. as much as he doubts extensive wounds are here or there, surface level ones such as what rouge has should be enough for him to fix.

besides, he doesn't want to hear her complain about how messed up her wing is because of his ... mistake. ]

For as much as you run your mouth; I am aware you can put those fangs of yours to use.

[ haha gott'er. ]

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