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Amy Rose

Amy Rose

[ - 19 years old - ]

[ - Female - ]

[ - Species - ]
Hedgehog

[ - Appearance - ]


It's a very big hammer. Bigger than this relative size. Like, wow, seriously, it's a preposterously proportioned hammer.

[ - History - ]

Amy Rose had always felt lonely. Her early memories are fuzzy at best. One of the first thing she remembers is breaking a toy another kid had lent her in a fit of anger. Apparently, one day, she turned turned up at the edge of an animal village, looking worse for wear. Afterwards she was just kind of generally adopted by the people in that village. Folks who just wanted to live a quiet life.

Times were tough, and Amy had her likeable moments, sure, but her strange, erratic behavior and flashes of anger meant she wasn't exactly easy to be around. Nonetheless, she managed to scrape by on the pity of people she came to knew as family. That quaint little village, so small as to not even have a name, was her home for a while. The closest thing she ever had to a mother was the village Shaman. She was raised by her more than anyone else.

She had a wanderlust. She had to have come from somewhere, right? Amy would often sneak out by herself to explore the wilderness. A strong kid, she was often put to work in helping maintain the village constructions. Like fences, walls, buildings. Being happy to contribute didn't mean being happy with the state of things, though. She never felt close to anyone. Boredom began to set in, and she went further and further out.

On one particularly long and dangerous excursion, she was without warning kidnapped by a weird metal hedgehog thing. It was an unexpected turning point in her life, that's for sure. But it proved her suspicions that there was crazy stuff out there. That was when Sonic the Hedgehog risked life and limb to battle his metallic counterpart and save her life. Thus began a life-long obsession with the hero who saved her life. Everything about him, from his charisma, to his skill, to his kindness, to his...blueness. And his nice shoes. Amy didn't just want to be like him, she wanted to be with him. She wanted to help him. And like, kiss him. Which was a weird one- she didn't expect to feel that way.

This encounter also gave her a passion for hating on evil robots. Amy developed her first weapon- a big, big, really big, really very quite large, hammer. Piko Piko Hammer. The idea is that she hits the robots with it, and then they explode. Quite ingenous, if you ask her. Amy set off and trailed Sonic and friends, constantly trying to join their little group. Eventually she wiggled her way in enough and actually proved herself quite competent. She can swing that hammer like no one else can.

She did her part in the big fights against Robotnik. Now she's just trying to figure out what to do with her life. Happily ever afters were never really her thing.

[ - Personality - ]

Cheerful, optimistic, naive, and erratic; Amy Rose is a strange young woman with a big heart who gets attached to people very easily. Even people she outwardly dislikes can quickly become a person she trusts and relies on. Whether it's a good idea or not. Really, if one interacts with Amy in any measure that isn't entirely hostile, she'll probably try to become their friend- even if she has to beat them up a little. One has to try very, very hard in order to get Amy to permanently dislike them. Forgiveness won't be outwardly stated, it'll just be assumed. At all times, Amy seems to assume the best of people. Friendliness is her default state.

Amy has an unpredictable, twitchy streak. For example, she talks to her hammer and treats it as her closest companion. She can become briefly infatuated with eclectic subjects and then drop them just as quickly. She's also, overall, just a chatterbox. She's very flippant about violence and destruction, not taking it very seriously at all. Be it her doing it, or otherwise. Amy isn't exactly reckless, but she doesn't have much of a self-preservation instinct. Off-kilter, it's safe to assume Amy has at least one or two screws loose. Amy doesn't realy jive well with well put-together, reasonable folk. She's very emotional, having little to no filter about expressing how she feels. Amy is very trustworthy as a result. Lying isn't something she does.

Recently Amy's picked up a long-running interest in material things. Shopping for clothes, making money, looking pretty overall. Money is great: especially big, golden rings, which she had incorporated into her outfit. Money can be exchanged for goods and services, and Amy is trying to treat herself. Feminism and girly things, too. She can be quite selfish and immature when it comes to these things. Really, the girl just needs a damn hobby. Being put into life-threatening situations isn't a sustainable source of fun.

Amy is a firm believer in fate and destiny. Signs and omens are important to her, and she sees them whereever she goes. In particular, her tarot cards give her insight and confidence in the certainty of her future. Stability where there often hasn't been in life. It also reminds her of home. That quaint little village was steeped in superstition and mysticism. In a philosophical sense, Amy is a hard determinist.

The person Amy is most interested in in the world with is Sonic the Hedgehog. She is, quite frankly, in love with him. He's her knight in shining sneakers. Ever since he saved her all those years ago she's been trying to get him to be her boyfriend. Sonic, and heroic people in general, are positive influences on her, bringing out her brightest, most altruistic self. It decreases the chances of her behaving oddly and lets her feel more at ease.

Finally, Amy has within her heart the eternal burning rage of a thousand suns. An exaggeration perhaps, but particularly when it comes to her friends, Amy has a very big red button that is easily pushed. Her temper can become scarily violent and aggressive. If she doesn't have someone to destroy, she'll find something instead.

Overall, Amy is a woman of great emotional variance, a turbulant girl with a short fuse and a big smile.

[ - Equipment - ]

Piko Piko Hammer- Amy's signature hammer and life long companion. It's incredibly durable, and impossibly heavy and cumbersome. It's bigger than her already big hedgehog head. It crushes through concrete, steel, and enemies with ease, sending her enemies flying away at ludicrous speeds. This innocent looking hammer, easily mistaken for a toy, or gag weapon, is an incredibly dangerous implement in the right hands. Or the wrong hands, depending on how you look at things.

Hammerspace- Amy always has the hammer. You may not be able to see it, she may not have it in her hands or on her person. But she has the hammer. She can produce it from... somewhere...(perhaps some kind of pocket dimension?) at a moments notice.

Tarot Cards- An assortment of cards designed to read the future. Amy has made several important life decisions informed by her trusty tarot.

[ - Powers, Abilities, and Skills - ]

Super Strength- Amy's most notable skill and power is her super strength. She's an incredibly hard hitter with her Piko Piko Hammer.

Master Hammer Wielder- Not just any old bozo can pick up the hammer and use it as good as she does. She's trained her whole life with the thing. Anyone else, even if they could match her strength, are likely to drop the thing on their toes before actually swinging it effectively.

Super Durability- She's made of tougher stuff.

Super Speed- Being a pink hedgehog magical creature means Amy can run really, really fast. Don't ask her how any of this works.

Fortune Teller- Amy has talents in the mystic arts, being a strong believer of fate and destiny. She's been accurate before, and it wouldn't be the strangest thing on Earth if she was actually tapping into something.

[ - Character Notes - ]

This is an eclectic mish mash of various Amy Rose's with the content awareness scale turned up to 11. She's probably lost her straight man/ Lisa Simpson liscence at this point. But she's still got that heart of gold and semi-obsessive nature. Only, more of it, in general. I also did some extrapolation and head canon of her very scarce backstory. I figured someone who gets this attached to the first person we see her interact with was probably pretty lonely, lol.

World of Light

Level 1: 5/10
Word Count: 645
Location: Al Mamoon, outside the museum --> Museum
Points Gained: 1
New EXP Balance--- Level 1: 6/10

For a moment Jesse was worried she was about to be told to go away. But the guards were open-minded enough to test some of the claims that she made. Jesse was glad, in a way, that the paracriminal had gotten the door stuck like she said. It was only a theory based on the doors left behind at previous crime scenes. It was a very powerful ability for a thief- the ability to silently weld any door shut? Even this very basic use was annoying.

Turns out, they could fly. That would be great, but Jesse couldn't help be feel a little annoyed.

(Damn it. I can fly! I know I can. The Board told me I would start getting my powers back, but its been months. The only evidence I have to go on that I'll get them at all is that other people seem to have all their powers. Maybe it's just luck. Anyway- here we go.) Jesse turned around and let herself get picked up. It was awkward, there being tension in her shoulders, her legs dangling behind her. There was no comparison to the graceful weightlessness of her own Levitation.

What was revealed to her was...aesthetically displeasing. This half of the museum was gaudy and over-designed. It was just asking to be robbed. Some of it was pretty cool, but there was just so much. It was drowning itself in color and presentation. Design like this wasn't really something she had cared much for until she owned a big building. Something like that changes someones perspective a bit.

She made her way inside, through some Japanese doors and into the lobby. What was inside was pandemonium. Jesse jogged forward, eyes wide.

(This is something else.) Paracriminals had a way of spicing up everyday, mundane art heists. That was for sure. She didn't really have a good way of approaching. Instinctually, the Service Weapon pushed itself into her hand, its weight cold, stern, reaffirming. her trigger finger wasn't itchy yet, though. It vanished after a moment of consideration, its presence barely known for now. Though her eye was drawn to that painter woman from earlier who seemed to have been a little injured, mute, laying low to the ground. That deducted some mercy points from the scientists punch card.

Now, those finely dressed young adults from earlier proved to be good samaritans. Or, perhaps just vigilantes. One thing they made very clear was the fact that they were parautilitarians as well. They possessed the ability to command some kind of floating, ghostly apparition. Impressive, to say the least, but they were no doubt from another world. As much as Jesse wanted too, she had no time to muse on powers.

The scientist created a mad display. Thrusts and balloons were sent everywhere. She lost track of him a few times. He was placing some balloons on the Infinite Spring itself, and it began to float up. She knew she wanted it, so she found her eyes attracted to it. Perhaps she could pull it towards her with Launch- no. Right. Not that. But, however, she did see something useful. The paracriminal was there, hidden within the modern art. The vigilantes couldn't see it from there angle.

"There! On the Infinite Spring!" Jesse called out, pointing to it. For a moment she considered firing her gun. But she doubted her bullets would be better at destroying balloons than the explosive spirits those parautilitarians possessed. Moreover, her bullet would pass right through the balloons and potentially shatter the glass dome, allowing the paracriminal an easy escape.

"He's going for the roof!" She turned around to face the two guards. "Wanna carry me up there? We could cut off his escape." She suggested. Those utilitarians seemed to know how to protect themselves. They just needed to stay out of her way.

Dungeon Clearer! A Fantasy Adventurer RP

i am interested! cool RP i will probably do a character soon :)

The Marauders (2018)

um.

well. i guess i should probably officially say that im dropping out, lol? just so i can put the lid on this RP as a memory instead of a loose end. thanks for RPing with me everyone i had fun

♠ ♥ ♣ ♦ Wonderland ♦ ♣ ♥ ♠

Here is my second character, Quinn. If you want me to change or add something, lemme know.

Quinn

Welcome dear Alice, tell me, what is your given name?

Alice? I like the sound of that. Maybe my name could be Alice- but, up until now, people just called me Quinn. So I guess you can call me Quinn, too. Or Q, if you like. Or Alice, if you like that, too, which I like. But we can stick with Quinn. Or Q. Whatever! I don't mind. As long as I know you're talking to me. So don't call me Barry or something, unless you start calling me Barry all the time, and then that's okay. Or maybe you could come up with a weird name every time so whenever I hear a weird name, that's how I know it's you. Or whatever! I don't- you don't- it doesn't really-

Forgive my impoliteness but pray tell, what is your age?

Well. I'll let it slip, this time! I'm nineteen years old. I was born in 2002! I'm a sagittarius, and I have the same birthday as Emma Stone!

Well, quite a charming appearance you have!

Teehee! Thank you! Do you like my hair? It used to be longer, but I cut it! I really like how white it is. It's so blonde it looks almost white. Wanna touch it? It's soft!

How did you arrive to our Wonderland?

I think I fell out of a tree. I might be dead! But it would be super rude to assume you were just the final hallucinations of my dying brain! So I'm not gonna do that. I've heard that might happen to people when they die, but this seems pretty real to me. Have you heard about those people that die and then go to heaven and then come back to life? That's pretty crazy. But then there's really no way to prove it. They could just be making it up. For like, money and stuff. If I wake up and try to tell people about this they'll just think I'm crazy. Now that they don't already. You don't think I'm crazy, do you? Oh? Really? You are?

Then...that's good news.

What is it like? In your world? Tell me about your past.

Oh. It's fine, I guess. Lots of boring things, lots of terrible things. Some good stuff, too. People always thought I was weird, and maybe it hurt my feelings a little bit, but that's really okay. I do talk too much sometimes. When I don't have anyone to talk too, I talk to myself. You can talk over me if you want, I just need to talk. Some people say I have a wire crossed. Now I just need to talk all the time! Teehee! I don't know! Anyway. I love exploring. So, I did that. Climbed on trees and got into old buildings and stuff. I skipped school a lot. I tried to start like, a zillion different after school clubs that nobody showed up for. Don't tell my mom and dad, but I went to a few parties in high school. I even did some underage drinking!

My life has been kind of boring. Everyone is always asking me to do stuff. I'm in college, I guess, working a part time job. I get fired a lot. I get distracted easily and have a really bad memory. So, yeah. I also just hate being told what to do, by boring people who want me to do work and boring stuff. I hate the idea of just doing work for the rest of my life. Or trying to find a job for the rest of my life. I just wish I could just have one thing that I could do, forever, and thats it. And then when im not doing that thing, I can do other things. I think I would make a really good princess. Do they have any princess jobs available here?

Anything else you care to share, dear Alice?

Hmm. Nope! Except. Do you like my shirt? I think I should tie it up at the waist, that'll be a cute look. Or maybe even at the ribs! Ooh, risque! Too much? What about the color. Pink is cool, right? I like pink. Or maybe black. Black and pink? Do you guys have clothes around here I could look at? Normally I go for a kind of casual street look, right? I'm not a very formal person. What about you? Do you like a fancier look? I can dig fancy. Fancy is cool. I'm just not very fancy. I like baseball caps and beanies! Sometimes.

♠ ♥ ♣ ♦ Wonderland ♦ ♣ ♥ ♠

Here's my submission for an Alice. Let me know if I should change or add something.

Lillian Clark

Welcome dear Alice, tell me, what is your given name?
Uh, well, it's not Alice. People just call me Lilly.

Forgive my impoliteness but pray tell, what is your age?
Twenty one! Haha...no, but really, I turned thirty two a month ago.
Well, quite a charming appearance you have!

Hmm. So I've been told.

How did you arrive to our Wonderland?
My guide dog Scout chased after something. Which is unusual, because she's very well trained. So I followed her and she dove headfirst into some kind of rabbit hole. I felt around, and suddenly, I was falling. Which was, you know, exceptionally terrifying. I'd prefer if we could keep away from that kind of thing in future.

What is it like? In your world? Tell me about your past.
Well, what we call human history all began roughly 5,000 years ago, in a country called Sumer. Oh, you mean my past, in particular. Figures. I was born blind, with something called Cortical Blindless. This was back in 1968. My family wasn't exactly very well off, and my parents, bless them, weren't really sure what to do. Healthcare was shoddy back then, and, well, if there was a chance I could have gained sight through therapy, I lost it. Which kinda sucks, because apparently seeing is quite useful.

I loved reading and exercising when I was a kid. I figured I might as well be as healthy as I could. Plus, it was something I could do very easily. As long as I had braille, or just an empty space in my house. Inevitably, I was picked on by the other children. I mean, what nerd hasn't? Sure they isolated my blindless as a flaw but hey, other kids got called pizza face and piggy. So, really, it just made me feel more normal, haha. My good humor was enhanced as a kind of counter-measure. It worked okay.

It wasn't all bad. I also made some good friends. Most of which I've lost contact with since, but, so it goes. I ended up spending a lot of time at the library.

I also had an incredibly vivid imagination. Hell, still do. My cause of blindness isn't found in my eyes, its found in my brain. A neurological disorder that means I can't really interpret what I'm seeing. Instead of things being in focus, everything is a contextless swirl of colors. To cope, I would imagine I was actually seeing some pretty crazy fantasy stuff. Things nobody else could. Made me feel like the world was full of magic. I wrote all kinds of stories. Sometimes my dad would help me transcribe it into the latin alphabet so others could read it.

I decided I wanted to be a history teacher, since the subject had always fascinated me. And, well, I did. Fortunately feminism and all that chugged along during my youth so...I mean I've had a few bad or uncomfortable moments but hey, I can do what I want to do.

Everyone knows my braille globe is cool. No one can deny it. It's better than your globe. It's the turn of the millenium now, the year 2000. We're basically living in the future. Things have only been getting easier for people like me, which is great. technology is fantastic. Computers are awesome. But, y'know...who hasn't fantasised about getting away from it all? It's tiring, sometimes. Just existing. I'm not a very mopey person, but yeah, sometimes I wish I could take a break. My parents passed away too young, too recently. My boyfriend and I broke up. And yeah, I'm a blind person in a world designed for those who can see. I don't want to be some inspirirational martyr, but no, it hasn't been easy.

Anything else you care to share, dear Alice?

...Again, it's Lilly. You already asked my name? Remember? Anyway. I haven't heard my dog, Scout, around here, so I'm assuming I got baited and she's actually still back home. She's a smart dog. I have a dog sitter and at the end of the day, she's so exceedingly useful and talented that she could be assigned to someone else. She'll be all right. Only thing I'm worried about is she'll feel like she did something wrong. D-...do you have any animal or something that could help me? I hope it's kind of weird.

(Madness.)

Planet Mobius - A Sonic Universe Open World

Amy Rose

Amy Rose

[ - 12 years old - ]

[ - Female - ]

[ - Species - ]
Hedgehog

[ - Appearance - ]


It's a very big hammer.

[ - History - ]

Amy Rose had always felt lonely. Her early memories are fuzzy at best. One of the first thing she remembers is breaking a toy another kid had lent her in a fit of anger. Apparently, one day, she turned turned up at the edge of an animal village, looking worse for wear. Afterwards she was just kind of generally adopted by the people in that village. Folks who just wanted to live a quiet life.

Times were tough, and Amy had her likeable moments, sure, but her strange, erratic behavior and flashes of anger meant she wasn't exactly easy to be around. Nonetheless, she managed to scrape by on the pity of people she came to knew as family. That quaint little village, so small as to not even have a name, was her home for a while. The closest thing she ever had to a mother was the village Shaman. She was raised by her more than anyone else.

She had a wanderlust. She had to have come from somewhere, right? Amy would often sneak out by herself to explore the wilderness. A strong kid, she was often put to work in helping maintain the village constructions. Like fences, walls, buildings. Being happy to contribute didn't mean being happy with the state of things, though. She never felt close to anyone. Boredom began to set in, and she went further and further out.

On one particularly long and dangerous excursion, she was without warning kidnapped by a weird metal hedgehog thing. It was an unexpected turning point in her life, that's for sure. But it proved her suspicions that there was crazy stuff out there. That was when Sonic the Hedgehog risked life and limb to battle his metallic counterpart and save her life. Thus began a life-long obsession with the hero who saved her life. Everything about him, from his charisma, to his skill, to his kindness, to his...blueness. And his nice shoes. Amy didn't just want to be like him, she wanted to be with him. She wanted to help him. And like, kiss him. Which was a weird one- she didn't expect to feel that way.

This encounter also gave her a passion for hating on evil robots. Amy developed her first weapon- a big, big, really big, really very quite large, hammer. Piko Piko Hammer. The idea is that she hits the robots with it, and then they explode. Quite ingenous, if you ask her. Amy set off and trailed Sonic and friends, constantly trying to join their little group. Eventually she wiggled her way in enough and actually proved herself quite competent. She can swing that hammer like no one else can.

She did her part in the big fights against Robotnik. Now she's just trying to figure out what to do with her life. Happily ever afters were never really her thing.

[ - Personality - ]

Cheerful, optimistic, naive, and erratic; Amy Rose is a strange young woman with a big heart who gets attached to people very easily. Even people she outwardly dislikes can quickly become a person she trusts and relies on. Whether it's a good idea or not. Really, if one interacts with Amy in any measure that isn't entirely hostile, she'll probably try to become their friend- even if she has to beat them up a little. One has to try very, very hard in order to get Amy to permanently dislike them. Forgiveness won't be outwardly stated, it'll just be assumed. At all times, Amy seems to assume the best of people. Friendliness is her default state.

Amy has an unpredictable, twitchy streak. For example, she talks to her hammer and treats it as her closest companion. She can become briefly infatuated with eclectic subjects and then drop them just as quickly. She's also, overall, just a chatterbox. She's very flippant about violence and destruction, not taking it very seriously at all. Be it her doing it, or otherwise. Amy isn't exactly reckless, but she doesn't have much of a self-preservation instinct. Off-kilter, it's safe to assume Amy has at least one or two screws loose. Amy doesn't realy jive well with well put-together, reasonable folk. She's very emotional, having little to no filter about expressing how she feels. Amy is very trustworthy as a result. Lying isn't something she does.

Recently Amy's picked up a long-running interest in material things. Shopping for clothes, making money, looking pretty overall. Money is great! There's lots of it lying around if you can break the right things. Money can be exchanged for goods and services, and Amy is trying to treat herself. Feminism and girly things, too. She can be quite selfish and immature when it comes to these things. Really, the girl just needs a damn hobby. Being put into life-threatening situations isn't a sustainable source of fun.

Amy is a firm believer in fate and destiny. Signs and omens are important to her, and she sees them whereever she goes. In particular, her tarot cards give her insight and confidence in the certainty of her future. Stability where there often hasn't been in life. It also reminds her of home. That quaint little village was steeped in superstition and mysticism. In a philosophical sense, Amy is a hard determinist.

The person Amy is most interested in in the world with is Sonic the Hedgehog. She is, quite frankly, in love with him. He's her knight in shining sneakers. Ever since he saved her all those years ago she's been trying to get him to be her boyfriend. Sonic, and heroic people in general, are positive influences on her, bringing out her brightest, most altruistic self. It decreases the chances of her behaving oddly and lets her feel more at ease.

Finally, Amy has within her heart the eternal burning rage of a thousand suns. An exaggeration perhaps, but particularly when it comes to her friends, Amy has a very big red button that is easily pushed. Her temper can become scarily violent and aggressive. If she doesn't have someone to destroy, she'll find something instead.

Overall, Amy is a woman of great emotional variance, a turbulant girl with a short fuse and a big smile.

[ - Equipment - ]

Piko Piko Hammer- Amy's signature hammer and life long companion. It's incredibly durable, and impossibly heavy and cumbersome. It's bigger than her already big hedgehog head. It crushes through concrete, steel, and enemies with ease, sending her enemies flying away at ludicrous speeds. This innocent looking hammer, easily mistaken for a toy, or gag weapon, is an incredibly dangerous implement in the right hands. Or the wrong hands, depending on how you look at things.

Hammerspace- Amy always has the hammer. You may not be able to see it, she may not have it in her hands or on her person. But she has the hammer. She can produce it from... somewhere...(perhaps some kind of pocket dimension?) at a moments notice.

Tarot Cards- An assortment of cards designed to read the future. Amy has made several important life decisions informed by her trusty tarot.

[ - Powers, Abilities, and Skills - ]

Super Strength- Amy's most notable skill and power is her super strength. She's an incredibly hard hitter with her Piko Piko Hammer.

Master Hammer Wielder- Not just any old bozo can pick up the hammer and use it as good as she does. She's trained her whole life with the thing. Anyone else, even if they could match her strength, are likely to drop the thing on their toes before actually swinging it effectively.

Super Durability- She's made of tougher stuff.

Super Speed- Being a pink hedgehog magical creature means Amy can run really, really fast. Don't ask her how any of this works.

Fortune Teller- Amy has talents in the mystic arts, being a strong believer of fate and destiny. She's been accurate before, and it wouldn't be the strangest thing on Earth if she was actually tapping into something.

[ - Character Notes - ]

This is an eclectic mish mash of various Amy Rose's with the content awareness scale turned up to 11. She's probably lost her straight man/ Lisa Simpson liscence at this point. But she's still got that heart of gold and semi-obsessive nature. Only, more of it, in general. I also did some extrapolation and head canon of her very scarce backstory. I figured someone who gets this attached to the first person we see her interact with was probably pretty lonely, lol.

Planet Mobius - A Sonic Universe Open World

@Shiny Keldeo Awesome! Yes, I like Sonic Boom's Amy design, I hope you don't mind. The proportions are easier for me to imagine than the more traditional Sonic look. Plus, I like the outfit. I had that fanart redesigned picked out but I don't think that fits a kid Amy. So, I'm good to go! Thanks for working this out with me.

World of Light

Level 5: 24/50
Location: The Bottomless Sea Surface
Word Count: 777
Points Gained: 2 -3 EXP
New EXP Balance--- Level 5 : 23/50 -3 from Friend Heart

As she went, she realised she was putting herself in a vulnerable position. She hadn't even thought about that! Fortunately her teammates had her back. Instinctually her cat tail coiled inward, nervous at the idea of getting snapped up by a giant eel. If it wasn't for the other Seekers, she'd have been in an even worse spot then Bella was. Good thing they had her back. The Atomos was also saved by Link and his cool magic abilities. A bead of nervous sweat dripped down her forehead as she realised that.

Growling, she pulled her fingers out from between the teeth of the eel, briefly placing her index finger in her mouth. Ouch. Stupid thing was stronger than her. Bella suggested just smacking it really hard, like it was a TV that wasn't working. Nodding, Sakura knitted her fingers together to form a singular heavy fist. Time for the Otoshi, or Sakura Drop. She raised her arms over her head.

"Ichi, ni,-san!" Each syllable was a forceful exhalation of air as she slammed her fists onto the eel's head. Three hammer blows in quick succession, creating the opening Bella needed. When she was told to jump, she jumped. Sakura had been on the receiving end of Bella's rail cannon once before. She didn't need to be told twice. Sakura leaned off to the side and kicked off the tentacle. She flipped in the air and landed gracefully on her feet. They were being covered by Rika and the others. But she still didn't want Bella falling head first into the water.

Hopefully if she could halt Bella's charge with an uppercut, she could prevent her from getting soaked with a catch. Especially since she just got that new sundress. The street fighter reached her hands out to catch her friend. Sakura's legs sank into the water as her harness dispersed the impact. That way Bella wouldn't feel it as bad. Bella was bigger than her and that tail was heavy, but Sakura felt confident she could manage it. If Bella fell underwater and got snatched by a fish, that'd be no good.

"Careful!" She said, guiding Bella back to her feet. Sakura rolled her shoulders briefly. Her eyes naturally drifted back to the epic battle unfolding.

The big purple guy was looking much better, which made Sakura feel happy. He was, understandably, very upset. But even then it seemed like that little girl monster couldn't help but antagonize everyone in the world. The big purle monster was bit by an eel and he once again got embroiled in this conflict. Sakura was more than happy to just leave now and let those two get back to sorting it out. It looked like the big guy could probably win if he wasn't being blasted by cannons and...hadokens.

Bowser-san, however, was taking a very aggressive approach. Sakura wasn't sure what he was planning. Tentalus' presence was both helpful and unhelpful, but hey, at least he wasn't dead, right? Nobody deserved to have their eyes ripped out and used as projectiles. That was definitely against the Geneva Conventions.

But she wasn't sure what to do. Sure, she could, hypothetically, scale that mountain. If she had two hours and a bag of trail mix. Bowser was at some points flying up the wall, had massive claws and...literally turned into a cat. What a bizarre set of powers Bowser had. Could he do that in the video game? Maybe he was from Super Mario Brothers 25 or something. All she knew was that helping Bowser directly was out of the question. He was well out of her range. Especially since if one of those nasty green fireballs missed, they'd probably blow her up as she was trying to climb up. So, she'd have to just support him from the ground.

"I'll help protect you, Bella." Sakura said, lifting her legs from the water as fast as she could. "Use that tail of yours to help out Bowser-san!" With that Sakura took a fighting stance. She'd follow Bella wherever she decided to go. She began rattling off some cannon fire to blow up some evil fish that were nearby. If any of the evil tentacle eels tried to bite any of her friends, she would intercept. She was defending the artillery brigade, as it were.

"Geralt-san! Rika-san! We should stick together!" She said, trying to gather up the Atomos crew that jumped out. Excluding Bowser, of course. "You guys should shoot whatever tries to get King Bowser!"

Sakura's primary focus was defending Bella so she could do her thing without being interrupted.

Level 1: 4/10
Word Count: 348
Location: Al Mamoon, outside the museum
Points Gained: 1
New EXP Balance--- Level 1: 5/10

Jesse Faden blinked in surprise as she noticed what the old man just did. That seemed like an Object of Power to her. It was that quiet?! No wonder nobody had caught him yet! He could mess with the fabric of reality right under everyone's noses. If what she remembered from previous crime scenes was correct, then that door wasn't moving anywhere any time soon. They would be welded in place, impossibly difficult to move.

(Shit! He's inside. Will he come out the same way he came in? Doubt it.) She mused. She ignored the odd looks she got, descending back down from the rooftops. She figured he would...she didn't know what she thought. Her mind felt all messed up for reasons she couldn't understand. The exasperation at her repeated failure to catch this guy didn't help, either.

Jesse jumped, rolling the disperse the impact and going into a fast jog. She approached the two guards. "Jesse Faden, FBC." She said. She reached into her jacket pocket, pulled her wallet out, and showed her ID badge. Was there such a thing as federal jurisdiction while in a different dimension? Probably not. But maybe it would lend some authority to her presence.

(All I know is, I've never gotten to say that before. I think I sounded pretty cool.) "The museum is being robbed." She simply, looking between the two masked figures. Hard to read. They were also very kooky looking guards. But hey, she wasn't going to judge. Jesse had worked security before- so she could relate to these guys. Ideally they would leave the fighting to her. This paracriminal was well above their paygrade.

"That crime spree that's been going around has come to the museum. We're looking for an older white human male in a labcoat. He's sealed the front doors shut." She explained quickly and efficiently. "Are there any alternative entrances into the building? Backdoor, breakable windows, roof access?" Jesse asked. If so, she would follow them to it and try to get inside. If not, she would have to figure something else out.

Planet Mobius - A Sonic Universe Open World

@Shiny Keldeo Great!

Okay. So. Is weirdo Amy here good to go? Can I put her in the characters section? Just want to make sure it's all cool