Shadow the Hedgehog

*puts bloodied knife in sheath and hands Locke his gun back* Just how are we gonna get out of here?

I'm in. Turn on the shield. Save your ammunition. We might need it for a breakout.

*runs to Dylan* You all took your sweet time. *turns to Locke and Skye* Try aiming and short bursts and you might just hit your target for once. *points to flesh wound on arm*

*pulls knife out of werehog* I've stabbed these Darn things 20 times. And they ain't going down. Time to run methinks. *skates away ranting to self* As soon as I get outta here, I'm taking Rouge to the Ark and never coming back down. I'm sick of everything trying to kill me.

*pulls out boot knife* I always thought they were joking when they gave me this. Ok you pathetic mongrels, come get some! (OOC I can't help but think of Spoon from Dog Soldiers. I hope this ends better for me than it did for him).

*runs down an alley and jumps up a fire escape* Hey is that Dylan's house over there? I must've got into his zone somehow.

*running through town with pack of werehogs chasing me* Where the hell am I? Darn YOU 3 DAY WAITING PERIOD!

*hears door open* DON'T EAT ME! (OOC Yes it does Dylan)

With my powers gone, things'll be a lot more difficult. I really wish Rouge hadn't sold my gun collection for jewel money. I guess I'll call the store and get some delivered *pulls out phone* Hey its Shadow. I need the usual delivered to my apartment.... no no with the gun this time....3 day waiting period?! Fine just send it as soon as you can. Thanks *puts down phone* Great. 3 days. A werehog could burst through my door right now and I'd be totally defenceless. *hears howl in the distance and crawls into corner* How can Dylan live like this?

*turns on jet skates as the ground approaches, slowing my descent* That went surprisingly well

I'd leave but my powers have been disabled..... Oh to hell with it. GERONIMO! *jumps off of Angel Island*

We should still invest in that option though, in case his insanity does take over. There's nothing wrong with having a backup.

(OOC All my powers involve using that word. This is going to be difficult. I'll have to do everything the hard way).

I hate to break up this touching moment but as an agent of GUN its my duty to bring Skye in. He doesn't belong in this universe and that means I have a lot of paperwork to falsify for him. Birth certificates, legal guardians, medical history. Its a lot of work. You can keep him once I've done that.

Locke, STOP! You're too tired. Rest. I'll take over. *starts slapping Skye* I had the perfect way to get rid of my excess energy. It would've been the most fun I'd have had in ages. But you had to ruin it with that Darn syphon.

Thanks Knuckles. You saved my ass. Again. Now go help your father before we have to sweep him up.

*falls to the ground convulsing* AAAAH! No.... not now. *struggles to feet and walks towards cheer bubble* What's the matter, you scared? Afraid you'd lose if you fought a fair fight? Why else hide behind barriers and hyper forms? You're nothing.... but a Darned coward *collapses*.

Ah hell. Seeing as this'll probably get me killed, Locke you're the witness to my oral will. My lifetime's supply of alcohol goes to you. *takes off inhibitor rings and starts absorbing excess energy* Ok cheerleader you maniac its you and I!

So Locke. You got any bright ideas? I can't go super without the 7 emeralds

*sees Knuckles in distress* What the? The sofa can wait. We have to find the cheerleader now before he kills us all. I should've known never to trust a man with pom poms.

Knuckles! Back to the world of the sober I see. Well. I'm gonna go talk Rouge, I'm doing some redecorating on the Ark and I need someone to help me pick a sofa. I'll see you around.

*drunkedly stumbles over to Dylan with a bottle of rum* here you go. Drink up! Hey Knuckles, isn't there that Tikal in the master emerald? Maybe she'd want a drink.

I'll be right back *chaos controls out and back carrying a crate* everything is better with spirits! Please, help yourselves. I can't drink this all by myself. *picks up bottle of rum and takes a swig*(I'm off to bed. Its gone midnight here in jolly old England. Good night guys).

*chaos controls to shrine* Man the view truly is beautiful up here. So, anyone got any music?

Werehogs? I should've brought silver bullets. And a gun. No matter. I'm up for that party Dylan. As long as its not here.