Gowi
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I honestly don't see the point of discussing such terminator ideas where this is not the place for them.
Sep said
Exactly, that is why I am unsure. Logically it would make sense to make it early, just incase.However is there going to be any for it which is the issue.
Don't meta.
Zacharius said
I'm probably going to run with my alternate PeeGee from a game or so back.This time I'll remember to post.
Let's make sure we have a Supes PC though, but I'm cool with the concept. I'll just have to edit Karen Starr out of my Zod sheet I was working on.
Ruby/Zach: Will be posting in the collab later today, think I got some inspiration after watching a bit of the finale again.
Sonic post, tis short but I'm not thinking its trite so that's something.
I'm 5'6" (and 25 years of dead age), so I'm in the "taller than the short people, but shorter than the tall people" camp. I don't know why we are talking about this in depth, it's not important; I have three friends who are adults and 5'0", 5'2", and 4'11"
Hound55 said
Over halfway through my app for this and I'm pretty eager...Shirts and skins! Let's hustle up!
Halfway? Man, I haven't even gotten that far on the new OOC!
At least everyone was okay.
The thought passed the blue hedgehog’s mind in as he looked down at the ground of friends in front of him—rocks smashed into the ground behind him. Looking back, Sonic’s green eyes caught the large hole that had been part of a mountain only moments prior. What a mess. Shaking his head, Sonic’s eyes moved to the gargantuan flying machine that was above them by who knows at what length and he knew there was only one thing that they could use to cut off Robotnik’s flying machine and he spoke a question without skipping a beat.
“Is your new invention ready, Tails?”
A wild grin became present on his face, “The Tornado? You bet.”
“Good.” Sonic switched gears to his other mobian friends, “I’m going to need you guys to check the area for badniks, if I’m even thinking on the same wavelength as egghead up there he’s going to be dropping them—and there’s a few villages in this area.”
Johnny nodded, “Shouldn’t be too tough.”
After the group separated Tails led Sonic as fast as he could through the crevices of an old ruin that Tails had been using as a makeshift storage space which is where his newest invention was. Sonic knew Tails was a heck of an inventor and one who was obsessed with a lot of the old designs Kintobor brought with him to Mobius that honestly if it had not been for the one accident would’ve done Mobius a lot of good. Sonic remembered just sitting at the feet of Kintobor as he regaled him in rich imaginative stories that mobians only dreamed about. Tails was an obvious fan of Kintobor’s first meetings with mobians and the first technologies he built for them as a show of good faith that he was here as a well-meaning outlander and not a destroyer of worlds. If only… Kintobor could have stayed that way. With a wide grin Sonic tapped his foot whilst he looked at the young fox.
“Can it catch eggman?”
“It should be able to.” Tails admitted, which inspired a long sigh from the hedgehog.
“Are you serious? It should? We need it can!” Sonic protested in a huff.
“I’ve never actually gotten the time to test it, Sonic! Everybody wants results on Robotnik so I don’t have a lot of time for my pet projects, jeeze!”
That was a fair point. Sonic nodded, “Yeah, okay—let’s go. Start it up.” He said as he jumped on one of the long wings of the device.
“….okay then.”
Bit of a short one, but you've been waiting on me for a week.
“What happened?!”
This was the sixth time in the last several hours that he had been asked that and the voice of his mother was less worried but rather enraged that something had happened the moment he was out of her sight. Sure, she was right that ‘these sort of things’ did not happen in King’s Landing but he wasn’t allowed to do much in King’s Landing outside of things pertaining inside the castle or it’s courtyard. It didn’t matter that it happened in the first place! A very much thing Joffrey cemented when he told the Stark sister’s that he’d rather it not be mentioned—how it basically never happened in the first place. Joffrey’s eyes had a look about them as he stood there in complete discomfort before she began to ask a seventh time and he did something he thought he’d ever do—interrupt his mother.
“It doesn’t matter! It’s dealt with!” He spat in anger as he stared at his mother who he could feel it—almost did as Robert always did and struck him, but she prevented herself from doing so. With his arms crossed, Joffrey didn’t seemed to care at all of the consequences of any of his actions.
“How dare you speak to me in that tone?” She replied back, obviously upset by his outburst.
“…yes, you’re right. I’m sorry mother.” Joffrey apologized as his eyes drifted to the floor.
He had never been this upset before or this angry about something like this. He did feel bad despite the fact he adverted his eyes—but he did so less about guilt but more out of shame. He never wished to hurt his mother in such a way and he did it all because she was worried about his well-being. He moved his eyes back to his mothers and spoke once more before she had a chance to say another word.
“Can I go now?”
“Yes. But we will finish this discussion and you will tell me what happened or by the seven I will drag you to your father and have him deal with you.”
It was an empty threat, but Joffrey knew somehow she’d find out—but he couldn’t have that nor could his pride. As he walked out of the door he had a strange feeling crawl into him as his mother’s eyes remained on him until he left her sight. His mind returned to Arya’s outburst and her damned pet’s intervention, how was he supposed to teach a lesson when that was around the corner? He shook his head—in King’s Landing there would be naught such a worry. However when he returned to his mother later that evening he was brought in front of everyone as news came out about what had happened and he had to relive the damn thing over and over again, but worst of all his mother wanted to make an example of someone and it became a night neither he or Arya would forget.
This was the sixth time in the last several hours that he had been asked that and the voice of his mother was less worried but rather enraged that something had happened the moment he was out of her sight. Sure, she was right that ‘these sort of things’ did not happen in King’s Landing but he wasn’t allowed to do much in King’s Landing outside of things pertaining inside the castle or it’s courtyard. It didn’t matter that it happened in the first place! A very much thing Joffrey cemented when he told the Stark sister’s that he’d rather it not be mentioned—how it basically never happened in the first place. Joffrey’s eyes had a look about them as he stood there in complete discomfort before she began to ask a seventh time and he did something he thought he’d ever do—interrupt his mother.
“It doesn’t matter! It’s dealt with!” He spat in anger as he stared at his mother who he could feel it—almost did as Robert always did and struck him, but she prevented herself from doing so. With his arms crossed, Joffrey didn’t seemed to care at all of the consequences of any of his actions.
“How dare you speak to me in that tone?” She replied back, obviously upset by his outburst.
“…yes, you’re right. I’m sorry mother.” Joffrey apologized as his eyes drifted to the floor.
He had never been this upset before or this angry about something like this. He did feel bad despite the fact he adverted his eyes—but he did so less about guilt but more out of shame. He never wished to hurt his mother in such a way and he did it all because she was worried about his well-being. He moved his eyes back to his mothers and spoke once more before she had a chance to say another word.
“Can I go now?”
“Yes. But we will finish this discussion and you will tell me what happened or by the seven I will drag you to your father and have him deal with you.”
It was an empty threat, but Joffrey knew somehow she’d find out—but he couldn’t have that nor could his pride. As he walked out of the door he had a strange feeling crawl into him as his mother’s eyes remained on him until he left her sight. His mind returned to Arya’s outburst and her damned pet’s intervention, how was he supposed to teach a lesson when that was around the corner? He shook his head—in King’s Landing there would be naught such a worry. However when he returned to his mother later that evening he was brought in front of everyone as news came out about what had happened and he had to relive the damn thing over and over again, but worst of all his mother wanted to make an example of someone and it became a night neither he or Arya would forget.
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