Shadow the Hedgehog

"I'd hardly call her actions 'fangirling' Locke. It's actually quite nice to have some support for once. I don't exactly leave good impressions most of the time"

"Ignore him. He's just been crude."

It definitely seems like Penders has something to prove. Any sane man would have moved on. On the subject of the Nocturnus, they may be similar to the Legion, but they are certainly not one and the same. Artists have been using others' ideas since time immemorial, and I'm pretty sure his idea of a character's species/ancestors being in an alternate dimension has been used by someone else well before him. So I'm not convinced he'll be successful in his claim, but I'm not an expert on copyright law either.

"This is a dream Locke. I have a very physically active career, so I'm going to take advantage of any reprieve I can get."

As Shadow stood thinking, an arm chair appeared behind him and he sat down, still in thought as to what to conjure next.

It doesn't matter. They aren't forum rules, and so cannot be enforced with any legitimacy.

(OOC It's hard for me to have any sympathy when I know it's ripped straight from Spec Ops The Line).

"I'd wager you're right. Just hope Glen's stopped being a drama queen so we can move on."

"I certainly wouldn't put it past her."

Shadow handed it over and laughed. "Certainly Your Majesty. Why do I have a feeling that's what Rouge was like to me in her dream?"

"It's fine Melody. Do you want this drink or would you prefer something else? I may as well make my self useful. You are technically still a princess after all."

"By take it out I meant destroy it. I know there isn't anything inside us. And I should be fine. Just best not to talk about escape."

"Well before you know it we'll have taken this thing out and you won't have to worry about anyone messing with your head." After saying this Shadow clutched his head, clearly in pain. "Guess I jinxed it, huh?" he said, trying to save face.

Shadow swiftly came over to her and put a hand on her shoulder. "Are you OK?" he asked, a hint of concern in his voice. "I think it'd be best if you take it easy. It seems the machine reacts when someone tries to exert their influence over the dream. A fail-safe mechanism if you will, though I imagine small things go under the radar," he said as a soft drink can appeared in his hand.

Shadow looked around and saw everything distort. "What have you got planned here?" he asked inquisitively.

"Listen to Melody, Locke. When she's right, she's right," said Shadow. "Do you want a drink or anything Melody? Not the whiskey obviously, but as this is a dream we may as well make the most of its malleability," he continued.

"Unless he's getting mauled by a human in a striped sweater who's wearing an old fedora, I'm sure he'll be fine. And don't worry, I won't be passing out anytime soon," said Shadow.nonchalantly.

"For me to even get a little drunk I'd have to drink what would be more than a lethal amount of alcohol for a normal person. As for the dream whiskey, I don't think so."

"Somehow I don't think having him build a flask that produces infinite whiskey is a good idea," joked Shadow.

"I'm well aware of the relative nature of time. It doesn't make things any better in here though," he replied, taking one last swig before the flask was empty. Turning it over, Shadow noticed a small button on the back; pressing it caused the flask to refill. "I could definitely use one of these in the real world."

That's not right.

"Very well then Melody. It would of course be Glen who wastes valuable time," said a clearly irritated Shadow.

(OOC I thought the distance between them wasn't particularly great).

Shadow had had enough. "Darn it Glen snap out of it! None of this is real, it's all a dream!" "Lose my mystique? I should hope not. I'm just glad the legends haven't exceeded reality," said Crowley as he looked over to Glen. "If that doesn't work knock some sense into him," he called to Shadow.

"I guess you're right on that point Mina. Perhaps I'm not totally heartless."