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Jet the Hawk ([info]hawktail_rogue) wrote in [info]clockwork_rp,
@ 2008-03-28 20:55:00

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Entry tags:jet::hawktail_rogue, samus::justin_bailey, sonic::lilbluehedgie

Midnight Blue [ Active ]
Who: Sonic ([info]lilbluehedgie), Jet ([info]hawktail_rogue) and eventually Samus ([info]justin_bailey)
What: Jet returns home to a fangy waifu hedgie, with Samus rocking up to save his stupid ass.
When: Raight nao.
Where: Room 623A
Warnings: Swearing, violence, curse = omnoms and blood, twisted affection, the norm for a fun curse such as this one

It was a ridiculous move on his behalf, knowingly going out when things had been so quiet. Even moreso, now that another curse has hit the building, and he's willingly walking back into it. Something about everyone's entries, about his...it just set his feathers crawling, and he knows he needs to be careful.

He glances up at the door before him, hesitating only a moment before stepping inside, swears it's colder in here already as he walks past the small kitchen, blue eyes scouring the lounge room.

"Blue, I'm home," he says brightly enough, voice betraying how stupidly worried and on-guard he was on the inside.

Knows he needs to be careful, but he can't just leave the hedgehog here alone.

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[info]lilbluehedgie
2008-03-28 11:23 am UTC (link)
He's been waiting.

How long he's been waiting he doesn't know. It feels like forever.

He hurts. There's an ache and a burn in him that wants to drive him into insanity already. Except... oh~ Wait~ He's already there~ Isn't that convenient?

Mostly though, he hurts. Runs the tip of his tongue along the curved, wicked edge of the lovely little gifts he's been given. Weapons, beautiful and deadly and he can't wait to use them. To tear and pull and bite. Sink them deep in heated flesh and listen to that voice rise in agony.

It's gonna be so pretty~

Eyes like twin points of emerald fire whirl in the dim of the bedroom as his ears perk, his newly augmented hearing picking up bootfalls in the hallway and knowing them instantly. He shifts in the darkness, preternatually silent and swift, grinning all the while. Has to fight back the purr of delight at the sound of that voice.

"... in here, pretty bird..." he calls, and then moves to the doorway, leaning against it a little heavily, playing the part. Easy enough to do when his whole body aches and burns and longs to be sated. Rests his forhead against the doorframe.

Come closer, my beloved~ Come closer~

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[info]hawktail_rogue
2008-03-28 12:03 pm UTC (link)
Stupidly he walks back into their room, knows what's more than likely waiting behind the door for him, even as he walks inside, eyes searching the small apartment, waits for- ah, there was that voice, but something...was...

Those eyes...are...

That creeping feeling through his feathers comes back a hundred fold and he does his damned best to remain impassive to it, hopes...gods, what could he do? Outrun him? Not a chance. Heck, he's only stalling the inevitable but dragging it out like this.

"So, are you feeling any better?" he asks softly, a soft smile of concern crossing his lips. Watches that lithe form all but flop against the doorframe, those unnaturally illuminated eyes glimmering in the darkness, and he can pick out every single flare and shimmer of colour from where he stands, and it makes his skin crawl.

"Hey, you look kind of tired, maybe you should take a lay down," he suggests softly, concern washing through his voice.

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[info]lilbluehedgie
2008-03-28 12:29 pm UTC (link)
He doesn't expect the hawk not to notice. Not be on his guard. This is his pretty bird~ His beautiful Rogue~ He knows what Jet is capable of and he knows the state he's in won't be missed.

But that he has the hawk here already proves just how much fun he's going to have~

He turns immortal eyes on the hawk and watches the smile form. Listens to the note of concern lacing the tone. It's so... beautiful. He's so beautiful. So gorgeous and wouldn't he be ever prettier when he's screaming in agony~?

Emerald fire flickers in the dim, the only outward sign of the thought, but he's already shaking his head, fever bright eyes never leaving Jet as he does.

"... worse..." he whispers, in a voice that's like liquid silk and darkness. Something that pulls... that draws... that makes you want to listen. To obey.

"... s'getting worse, Jet... it aches so much... it hurts..." Whimpers the last word in such a way that it absolute bleeds into the air. Makes him sound like he's dying.

"... help me..."

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[info]hawktail_rogue
2008-03-28 12:51 pm UTC (link)
He knows the instant he meets those blazing emerald eyes - no, no they were something else entirely now - that something is horridly askew with the hedgehog. Knows it when that strained little whisper greets his ears, setting his feathers on end.

Ask a stupid question...

The hawk gives a little frown at the breathy response, something...no, wait...

He was hurting so, he was here to help, and feet are moving almost before he's finished the thought, gods what was he thinking? Doubting him like he has everyone else? Obviously he was a fool for thinking... He was hurt, that's all that mattered.

He was here to help. Fingers already reaching out to curl against that fawn muzzle.

"Yeah, I'm here, Blue..." he murmurs, refusing to drop his gaze from those fierce emerald.

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[info]lilbluehedgie
2008-03-28 01:23 pm UTC (link)
It's almost too easy.

And he wants to grin at it. Wants to bare those long fangs in pure delight already but mmm... not yet~ Not.. just yet. So much fun still left to be had~

Sure enough, though, the hawk moves towards him, without any real hesitation and... it was all too easy~ It barely even counted as a proper trap. As he gazes up at those worried blue eyes, as those hands come up and find his already icey cold cheeks and... ohgod, they're so warm...

He has him~

But he still wants to play. How much can he make the hawk give? Willingly? How far can he push this? He turns his head a little, nuzzling into the warmth of one of those palms, letting heavy lids fall over fever bright eyes for a moment as his purr finally starts. But it sounds utterly different. Deeper. More melodic, if that were even possible. Liquid and smooth and silken. Utterly hypnotic. Nuzzles into that green hand affectionately as he lifts his own hands to find the curves of that waist, slipping them along it and behind, lightly, like the faintest breath of ice. Emerald eyes reopen and meet blue with their feirce fire again.

"... I knew you'd help me, pretty bird~..." he murmurs, again, in that voice that pulls and draws. "... you always want to help me, don't you~?" he asks, curiously silken as he trails fingertips like little points of ice up along the hawk's back, slowly.

"... you always give me what I want... don't you, pretty bird~..." Soft and impossible to deny. Compelling. Persuasive. He mmms deeply and moves away from the doorframe, slipping in closer, purring all the while.

"... I'm so hungry..." he whispers.

"... will you let me sate my hunger, Je'altha~?" Whispers the name like it's something utterly sinful and powerful to say as he leans in, eyes bright, lips finally pulling up into a pleased little grin.

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[info]hawktail_rogue
2008-03-28 02:08 pm UTC (link)
Something about that little touch, the way it leans into his fingers so willingly, so needy...whatever has happened to the hedgehog, it must have shocked him badly. He can feel the chill of it through his fingertips, instead of the usual warmth that's there. No wonder he was so desperate to get his help.

For a moment, there's nothing but the gentle purr in response to his mere presence, the gentle touch only making it pulse, to bleed into the air between them in a brilliant peal, fingers snaking to the curve of his waist, teasing a little line into feathers and up along his spine. Movements so drawn out and seeming so tired...gods, what had happened to cause- It doesn't matter, he's here to help, to make him feel better...to...to give him what he wants...

"... you should know I can never say no to you," he whispers, thumb gently stroking that fawn muzzle. "... you should...eat something...f'you're...hungry..." he murmurs, voice tapering into nothing, wants only to help, keep him safe, stop that hurt...wants to help...wants to sate...

Doesn't even seem to notice, can't even see the vicious warning right before him, fangs glinting like that emerald fire, utterly lost in that brilliant tumult of colour.

"... yes..." he breathes, barely sounding between them.

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[info]lilbluehedgie
2008-03-28 02:57 pm UTC (link)
The slip of those warm hands against his cheeks is absolutely delightful. And the aching, burning hunger in him surges at it. He wants... so bad. To just grab.. yank that head back and bury his fangs in that throat and take. But the game... oh, the game~ The draw of having fun and making the hawk give in to him willingly is stronger even than the hunger for now~ Listens to that voice and finds himself unable to quell the grin. Particularly at that tiny little whispered affirmative.

"... you're so good for me, pretty bird~..." he murmurs, quietly, fiery emerald eyes watching those blue ones all the while. Letting his fingers ripple up along the curve of that spine and back, icey and teasing and slow but so very there. "... I like that~... it makes me so happy..." A grin then, sudden and sharp and very much fanged as cold fawn hands curl into green. One between those shoulderblades, the other slipping up further to dip into the edge of that long headcrest.

"... you like makin' me happy, don'tcha, pretty bird~?" he murmurs, softly, around his purr. Curls his fingers into green and tilts his head a little as he leans in, finding the curve of that jaw and tracing the line of it with his nose, briefly, before he replaces that with cool breath and even cooler lips.

"... don't fight me, Je'altha~..." he breathes, voice silken and soft and commanding against the curve of that throat and... ohgod... HEARTBEAT. It rips through him with all the power of a freight train and suddenly he's growling, low and smooth and silken and hungry as his fingers curl a little more firmly into long headfeathers. Parts his lips against that pulse, fangs aching as they graze feather and skin. He pants, breathlessly. Wait... wait... the anticipation makes it so much sweeter.

"... it won't hurt... much~..." Parts his jaws more, sliding them around the hawk's throat, letting razor sharp fangs press. And press. Slowly, almost torturously. He was going to wait... play longer... but he can't wait... wants... Tightens his jaws again and vicious fangs dig, press, peirce... slipping almost obscenely easily into the pulse beating beneath them.

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[info]hawktail_rogue
2008-03-29 05:40 am UTC (link)
The slip of those fingers against his feathers feels all too perfect, fingertips skirting the length of his spine as they climb ever higher, and...gods, he doesn't know if someone who was feeling unwell was supposed to be this irrisistable, but he suddenly just wants from him, every little whisper and slip of those sinful fingers pulls him further, drags him under.

Slips deeply within long feathers, grasps ever so gently, and he can't find it within himself to refuse him, just wants...wants this to never end, pulls sinful memories to light which...they feel...so empty next to the insatiable rush that crawls through him now.

"... f'course I do...wouldn't want...anything else..." he murmurs, feeling the gentle touch against his neck, sweet little circles playing in his feathers before there's a soft little brush of cool against his skin, a moment before-

"... I know..." He can't help the faint gasp that falls from him, ice blues fluttering closed for a heartbeat as those little fangs sink into feathers, something he knows so well, curling slow, deep, ever further, ever closer to...t-to... There's a glimmer of a wince as those fangs sink into lifeblood, fingers curling lightly against fawn and cobalt as they settle on the cool curve of shoulders.

Something...something whispers...tells him this should hurt...should be so obscenely wrong...but gods, the way those fingers curl into his feathers, hold him fiercely close, that silken purr slipping into his senses and refusing to let go, even the way there's this gentle little pulse of warmth from those sinful lips...

"...nn...S-Sonic..."

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[info]lilbluehedgie
2008-03-29 09:50 am UTC (link)
He listens to that voice murmuring, sounding so soft and willing. He loves the tone in it. That helpless little curl of delicious submission. It makes the hunger and the ache flare ever higher.

"... you're so perfect for me, pretty bird..." he whispers, soft and silken and twisted but strangely adoring. Something of a furiously twisted affection in his voice, but affection none the less. As long fangs find the beat of that pulse. And he can't wait, can't tease anymore. Sinks his fangs past feathers and skin and lets them slip almost obscenely easily into the depths of that lifeblood.

And ohgod, it's so GOOD.

The first little trickle of that delicious warmth hits his tongue and the burning aching need in him absolutely surges. His hands curl even more into soft feathers and against those shoulders, holding tightly as he pulls the hawk to him more. Fitting in firmly as he seals his lips tightly around the wounds in that neck, fangs still buried deep, growling deep and low and hungry.

That little whisper, though. The stammered little whisper of his name has the hand at the back of the hawk's head shifting, slightly, and gently, he lets his fingertips stroke up through those long headfeathers slightly, soothingly, an icey but comforting gesture.

And then he draws.

Pulls that hot lucious life from those veins and it's like pure pleasure hitting his senses. Rushing through him and ohgod, it tastes so GOOD. Draws even and steady and firm, forcing that heat across his tongue so that he can swallow it down eagerly. Shudders harhsly at the way it just seems to make the hunger bound and rebound and ohgod, he wants more.

Can't draw too hard or too much, though. Something nearly entirely buried in the back of his darkness ridden psyche tells him that. Not too much. Not too hard. Slower is better~ Make him feel it~ How good it can be~ Makes this soft, pleased little sound at the thought of repaying his pretty bird partly for this just in the act itself and draws a little slower, but still insistant. Dragging it out. Making it ache and twinge so deliciously.

Strokes icey fingers against the back of the hawk's neck, lightly, soothingly. Swallows down another mouthful of perfect heat and life, feeling the warmth spread into the ice in his veins. So hot and thick and sweet... so perfect.

Just like the hawk submitting to him~

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[info]hawktail_rogue
2008-03-30 03:45 am UTC (link)
He knew he was expecting it to hurt. The entire process of ripping into his skin, leeching his blood with enough force to kill...he was expecting...something. And what he feels...is the subtle glide of fangs as they sink between feathers and into skin, a faint little tingle as warmth begins to trickle into that sinful mouth, and the entirely heady feel of those fingers as they curl closer, pull him further in, fit to his form perfectly.

He lets the name fall from him before he's even thought about it, feels those fingers glide between his feathers in gentle reassurance, it's alright, it won't hurt, and he leans into that gentle touch, a mere flicker before there's a faint pull from those lips, that ever present purring growl masking the short breath he needs to take.

It feels...perfectly amazing...

Doesn't even realise his head is falling back, lets him take all that he needs, don't stop, don't stop... It feels so brilliant, feels that faint little tingle crawl through his feathers, feels it blossom and fall from where those lips remain, can't help the soft, shuddering sigh he gives as utter bliss begins to tug at his senses.

Fingers curls against cool fawn and blue, the light tremble the only indication that something seems amiss, before they begin to slip. Fingertips trail down the hedgehog's chest, creeping down lightly muscled fawn before they simply become too heavy to stop at the curve of his waist, falls to his sides, and that heady feeling starts to swim, starts to stir and echo through him tenfold.

So...perfect...

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[info]justin_bailey
2008-03-30 03:33 pm UTC (link)
Perfectly horrid, was Samus's view of the whole vampirism thing. Perhaps she'd regressed to her old mindset of how she was back on Zebes while training, but the chozo had made her remember how precious life was when her own survival wasn't at stake.

And since Jet Hawk hadn't replied to her in several hours, and he had been going to help out his hedgehog friend that apparently was under the curse... well, by this time she had been dashing full-tilt towards room 623 - she knew something was wrong.

Thus, that perfect, idyllic feeding is interrupted by the sound of a metallic boot kicking off the doorknob, an almost silent gasp, and a mechanical click as the bounty hunter switches her cannon into missile mode - something the closet had been able to provide her the parts to reenable.

"...Drop the bird, vampire." rings out a cold, muffled, yet surprisingly soft voice.

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[info]lilbluehedgie
2008-03-30 03:49 pm UTC (link)
He swears he can actually taste the sweetness of the hawk's pleasure as he draws that delicious heated life across his tongue. Drinks it down with hungry and firm pulls, but not enough to really harm much. That little prodding at the back of his mind continually telling him to go slow~ Careful~ It's better that way~

It leaves more for later, too~

As such, he's completely distracted by the warm, wonderfully limp body in his arms and the pulse still beating, though a little erratically, around long fangs. He doesn't pay any attention to the approach until the door suddenly bursts open without any sort of warning. The only thing that keeps the hedgehog from accidently tearing the hawk's throat is his own twisted possessive affection for him.

Even still, he pulls back quickly enough that those fangs pull, rather harshly, at wounded flesh and fawn arms curl around the hawk a little tighter. Blazing unbroken emerald eyes fly up to face... what looks like some kind of robot. And it's leveling what's obviously a weapon at him.

No sooner has it finished speaking than those fiery emerald eyes flash and bloodied fawn lips curl away from long, glistening fangs in a vicious snarl as the vampire HISSES loudly and angrily at the intruder.

"... fuck you! He's MINE!"

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[info]hawktail_rogue
2008-03-31 02:24 pm UTC (link)
The hawk can't seem to understand why the residents of the building seem so scared of these vampires, or what they're capable of. All he can see, all he can feel with the pull of those sinful lips is the hedgehog speaking to his very soul as he draws precious lifeblood from him, bringing him further and further from the world around him.

Blue eyes flutter closed, unable to keep their unfocused watch on the ceiling any longer, and his head is swimming, swimming, with pure bliss. The tingling numbness that has blossomed from where those lips rest spreads sudden warmth through his entire being, and his senses start to slip, knows they are, little by little, but can hardly find it within himself to care at this point.

It all felt...so...right...

Doesn't even hear the crunch of the door being kicked in, hearing swims through that blissful haze, something a little tighter, holding him closer, a vicious snarl in his ear. No...no, no...nononono, he didn't want to leave him. Not like this, not now! Not ever!

The whisper of a groan falls from his lips, and fingers curl ever so lightly before falling still. N-No...he couldn't leave him...

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[info]justin_bailey
2008-03-31 05:10 pm UTC (link)
Unwavering, Samus's arm holds steady, pointed at the hedgehog glaring at her. Likewise, her words are pointed, a bit of a hiss from her as well. "I don't want him. Not like you, pathetic, weak creature... I'm here to ensure his safety, and you just want a snack. Step away and I won't have to get violent."

Of course, given the circumstance, Samus herself wasn't thinking too clearly. It took most of her power and her suit's power alike to suppress her own urge to drink blood, and thus the only thing on her mind was the hunting of those who had fallen. The Demon Lords and the Dead Apostles...

Ones like this hedgehog. Ones who could not resist the urge to do something so unspeakably evil...

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[info]lilbluehedgie
2008-04-01 06:33 am UTC (link)
He bares his teeth at the intruder, vicious, fangs gleaming, holding the hawk to him possessively. He snarls, sharply, at that voice and fiery emerald eyes flash.

"He's MINE. To do with as I please. He gave himself to me so you can just fuck the hell off!" Angered and loud as he stares down the barrel of that gun. His lips curl even more and he sneers at the intruder, openly.

"Or are you plannin' on firin' on the both of us~?" he shoots back, tone utterly mocking, gently stroking his fingers along the back of the hawk's neck as he curls him a bit closer still.

"... don' worry, pretty bird~... I won't let this thing take ya from me..."

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[info]hawktail_rogue
2008-04-01 07:22 am UTC (link)
The hawk's eyes flutter open briefly with that angered yell, the sound taking a moment to register as he glances vacantly at the ceiling. He sounds so furious...what...who was here? Why were they thinking of tearing them apart? He had to...t-to...look after...

The sky suddenly swims as hazy blue eyes slide shut, that strange tingling sensation rushing through him finally taking its toll, fingers give a faint little twitch before they fall still once more, and despite those gentle fingers stroking their way across his feathers, can't help the way his head suddenly tilts back, feels so...so tired...

Utterly...exhausted...

The little whisper at his cheek the last thing he hears, before he finally slips from consciousness, seemingly with little more than a faint sigh.

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[info]justin_bailey
2008-04-02 06:28 am UTC (link)
Things were hardly making sense, if at all. 'Gave himself'..? Did the chozo know what he was dealing with..!?

She shakes her head, focusing on the hedgehog and steadying her cannon, placing her hand on it as it clicks off of missiles and back to power beam mode, a slow, growing humming indicating the energy charging in the barrel. "You've given yourself in to the side of evil. It's noble that he's offered himself to keep you from hurting others, but I'd prefer this curse to end without martyrs... and I'll have you know that a simple charged shot will fry those quills black without giving Jet Hawk more than a slightly warm sensation. So I could shoot you even if you're using him as a hostage..."

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[info]lilbluehedgie
2008-04-02 11:49 pm UTC (link)
That has him laughing, brightly. Something musical and utterly condescending.

"Evil? S'what you think, buddy! I've seen evil. I seen evil so foul it'd make the shit you've dealt with before look like a busload of nuns." he snaps back at her.

The hum of that weapon is undeniable, though, and he bares his fangs at her again. Pauses long enough to lick across the still seeping wounds in the hawk's neck and murmur to him, soothingly, even though he knows he won't be heard, before settling him gently on the floor.

And then completely without warning, launches himself at the robotic figure, snarling viciously, fangs bared.

"Let's DANCE!"

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[info]justin_bailey
2008-04-03 06:44 am UTC (link)
That charge is all she needed. She had been bluffing; she wouldn't risk harming Jet and she knew in her current, half-focused state, she couldn't concentrate steadily enough to make such a pin-point shot, especially with a charged blast. However, the hedgehog takes the bait so easily, it seems little worry was needed.

When he lunges forward, she leaps back with a practiced skill - something that couldn't have been granted by the curse alone and rolls into a crouch, loosing that charge in a single, wide blast of energy, clicking her cannon back into missile mode once that first shot is fired, knowing her ballistic weaponry will have a greater effect on him.

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[info]lilbluehedgie
2008-04-03 10:46 am UTC (link)
It's not hard to make the decision to go at whoever this is. Has no idea she's bluffing but from his point of veiw... well... If she can be that accurate, he's screwed. If she can't, then his pretty bird is going to wind up hurt or worse.

It's a chance he's not willing to take.

It's obvious he's up against somebody who's far from new to fighting, though. Considering the way the figure leaps back and rolls before firing off the shot. It's a shot Sonic's barely able to twist through the air and miss. And even then, he doesn't get away completely unscathed.

Hisses, high and sharp and pained as the energy beam slices across his right arm, instantly searing fur and skin and flesh and he drops to the ground again in a crouch, a hand coming up to curl against burned flesh. He glares, only for a second, before he darts to the side, further away from where he left Jet lying and then pounces at the figure from there.

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[info]justin_bailey
2008-04-03 09:42 pm UTC (link)
Shit, he's fast!

Little more has a chance to go through her mind before she drops back into full defensive, concentrating on dodging blows and firing shots when she sees any sort of opportunity. While her battles with the creature Serris and her own X-parasite clone come to her mind, this wasn't the science station any more - this was far more cramped quarters, and after the first three missed shots or so, the room was looking quite a bit worse for the wear.

One can only hope that the hotel's rooms regenerate as quick as their denizens.

After the first salvo of missiles, she barely manages to duck down, curling into an almost impossibly small ball and rolling out of the way before uncurling and firing off another shot at the hedgehog, the effort starting to strain on her.

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[info]lilbluehedgie
2008-04-04 02:30 am UTC (link)
To his not-so-silent dismay, whoever it is he's going up against, is obviously well used to fighting. The sear across his arm makes that painfully obvious. Literally. And it seems to be about all he can do to twist himself away from being clipped by those missiles and energy beams.

Doesn't care for the way it's destroying the room around them. All he cares about is giving this intruder something serious to think about. Removing that head from those shoulders would be a pretty good lesson, he thinks. If... he could... just fucking get CLOSE ENOUGH. But another flurry of shots leaves him dodging and... sweet fucking Fate, who in the hell IS this robot?!

Flash of memory to multitudes of slender, sleek, incredibly powerful robots, the sleekest and most powerful of all lounging in that chair... laughing at him and the searing surge of anger comes from nowhere. Here again. Here now. Won't let it happen again. Not again. The vicious and utterly enraged snarl rips from him almost as fast as he moves. Suddenly streaking at her at incredibly high speed, not caring for the shots fired anymore. Barrels into the figure hard, slamming to the floor, clawed fingers already digging into the metal head.

"DIE, METAREX!"

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[info]justin_bailey
2008-04-04 08:09 am UTC (link)
Samus doesn't let up with the missiles - one solid hit should do the job, she thinks - at least, until Sonic goes further ballistic and charges. Completely oblivious to the pain and moving faster than the explosions can slow, the hedgehog completely slams through two missiles before perching atop Samus's armor.

It's then that various sensations fill Samus's own mind, her power suit hitting the floor hard. Hard enough that, had they not already been disabled by the hotel, some of her more delicate internal suit systems would have shorted out from the impact. And still, Sonic is unceasing in his assault, until finally, the metallic skull of the "robotic creature" flies off, clattering against the wall with a rough *clang*...


...and revealing the head of a blonde-haired, blue-eyed woman... though something in her eyes is quite obviously unhuman. "...And what the fuck is a Metarex, vampire?" she spits at him, trying her best to keep him off of her.

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[info]lilbluehedgie
2008-04-04 09:45 am UTC (link)
The hedgehog barely even registers the missiles as they hit him. He knows they're hitting, and he knows they're injuring him. But he doesn't care. The blind lethal rage has filled him at the realization of what it is he's fighting and it's tapped into that something he keeps buried very deep and very safely away.

Barrels her to the floor, hard, and immediately sets about ripping the head of the robot off. Only to have it come away almost insanely easily in his hands, so much so that he lets it go, whipping it across the room as he does.

And finds himself met with blonde hair. And blue eyes. And.... human.

He blinks down at her, completely and utterly derailed by the site, eerie emerald eyes blinking, ears perked.

"... human..?"

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[info]justin_bailey
2008-04-04 08:34 pm UTC (link)
The helmetless warrior isn't fazed like Sonic is, however, and pushes him roughly off of her in the hedgehog's shock, readying her cannon and pointing it straight at him. "Damn straight. Now LEAVE. JET-HAWK. ALONE." she snarls, eyes narrowing as she bares her own fangs...

And starts charging her cannon. Before long, a single shot - a combined missile and energy blast - is loosed right at the hedgehog's chest, the chozo warrior still snarling.

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