legionofeclipse | Final Trial.

Final Trial.

[Eventually, after enough searching, a door seemingly appears from nowhere - leading out to a large circular room. There’s a handful of chairs, but not enough for all of you, meaning some of you might have to walk around for a bit. Which is more than fine - this place seems to be filled up to the brim with knick-knacks. Most specifically the clone pods adorning the wall here as well, as well as some fairly innocent lab equipment and scrap metal. Someone used to work here.

Once you’ve all gathered, a voice calls out to you. From within the area.]

DISCUSS WHAT YOU HAVE FOUND. ONCE YOU BEGIN TO GAIN A SEMBLANCE OF WHY YOU ARE HERE, WE WILL DISCUSS YOUR FUTURE.

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...THE DOCTOR’S ROOM, I PRESUME.

You really didn't search it at all, did you. It was quite literally the second place I looked.

[She inspects the emerald more closely again.]

So what exactly is this? Besides obviously important to you.

A CHAOS EMERALD, ONE OF SEVEN. A JEWEL OF NEAR INFINITE POWER.

YOU HABE CORRECTLY IDENTIFIED IT AS SOMETHING I WANT.

Neat!

Now convince me not to destroy it while you watch.

I WOULD BE HAPPY TO DESTROY YOU MYSELF. BUT I AM IN A FORGIVING MOOD.

WHAT DO YOU REQUIRE?

Make a move against anyone here and your emerald is gone, I'll promise you that.

[The claw holding it gives a small squeeze.]

But let's start with some answers. Who you are, what you're hoping to accomplish with this little charade. We can work up to something worth "infinite power" as we go.

ALL SHALL BE ADDRESSED.

I AM CURIOUS. WHAT DO YOU BELIEVE ME TO BE?

An intelligence with delusions of adequacy and ambitions towards competence.

INSIGHTFUL AS USUAL.

That's not actually a denial.

Though, had I to make a guess, I would assume some kind of creation of Doctor Eggman. Or possibly some version of him from another dimension.

[Are you actually Robo-Robotnik, sir. Are you here to escape the creative grasp of Kenneth Penders.]

But on a more practical level, you're the one who's been keeping me here under false pretenses when I have quite literally a million better things to do. So really, I don't actually care about the specifics of what you are beyond 'in my way'.

A CREATION OF SORTS. NOT OF THIS DIMENSION.

[Footsteps. Metallic footsteps sound as a very tall figure makes themselves known...]

[...he is absolutely a robot. A very tall and ominous robot. He resembles a hedgehog in at least some manner - Liv specifically has seen models similar to this one in the doctor’s blueprints, but not this exact model. Something that has been modified well beyond those rudimentary designs.

Mecha Sonic’s red ‘eye’ focuses on Liv. He shows no emotion, looking at her from above the group.]

AM I STILL ‘’IN YOUR WAY”, MS. OCTAVIOUS?

[Huh. Well.]

[ATTACK MODE ACTIVATE]

That's DOCTOR Octavius, scrapheap.

[#yolo]

I SUGGEST YOU RECONSIDER YOUR OPTIONS, “DOCTOR”.

[Because Alvin Earthworm was insane designing this character, Mecha Sonic’s right arm metamorphaizes into a chain gun. Without a pause, he fires upon Liv’s legs specifically - aiming to disable her more than anything else.

[Her legs or her "legs"? Let's assume yes.]

Ah-!

[She's fast, but not faster than the fast-ish thing alive. Down she go, bullets tearing through the rubbery outer skin on her legs and thudding solidly into her actual legs.]

[The second before she hits the ground, one arm flicks the emerald back towards the rest of the group. That's. Probably not gonna do much, but it's better than nothing.]

[Suddenly, the emerald is coming straight towards him, and Rex is quick to prepare himself for it. Only being an inch tall sure has it's disadvantages, as when he attempts to catch it - it knocks him over. But he's not weak enough that he can't lift it.

After pushing himself up from the ground, Rex holds the emerald above his head, taking a step back.]

I got it!

I’LL CRUSH YOU!

[Can you really play catchaway with someone whose speed is on par with a hedgehog who regularly breaks the sound barrier? He’s upon Rex in a minute, having identified a weak spot, and preparing to blast him.]