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[hadesknockedupintheunderworld]

Imagine the Tails Polycule in the death of the sonic the hedgehog game.

Oooh interesting

So, I'm going to interpret as if they (prime!polycule I assume) were inserted into the game to join the main cast, and I'll start with placement first

(Game spoilers ahead)

Shadow, Knuckles, and Sonic all start out being the only person in their respective cars (not including the conductor in this). Since we have 3 foxes to place, I think it's best to just spread them out among these 3 cars (the Saloon, the lounge car, and the conductor's car)

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My decided placements are as follows:

Sails – the Saloon car with Knuckles

Nine - the lounge car with Shadow

Mangey - the conductor's car with Sonic and the Conductor

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And with that, the following are their roles and brief backstories (to fit with the theme of the murder mystery party):

Sails – Bartender

He's a bartender at the Saloon the town sheriff (Knuckles) frequents. He doesn't particularly have the passion for bartending, but it’s due to his (now passed) elderly boss's getting him this job that saved him from a worse life, so he can't complain too much. His real passion lies in his contraption making, which only his coworkers and the Sheriff knows about. While he tries to be decent at his job and maintan a friendly exterior for the customers, you can occasionally spot him leaning over the bar counter with a bored look on his face. He also enjoys a good riddle.

Nine – Programmer

The programer is married to his job (developing new robots that exist to help vulnerable people). After he happened to win an all expenses paid vacation in the lottery, his boss forced him out of the office to take the vacation in question, and he reluctantly complied. He has a hard time sitting still and relaxing, which results in him often working on something when not on the clock. Because of this, he took his Bits with him on vacation to tinker with. He doesn't like it when his work is interrupted and can be a bit prickly, but he can't suppress his excitement or interest in machines or programs he's never seen. Coincidentally, the only person on the train he recognizes is the locksmith (Shadow), who he shares a bit of a bitter (or bittersweet?) past with.

Mangey – Co-captain

He met the captain (Sonic) in college and the two have been attached at the hip since. While easily mistaken as Captain and assistant (since the co-captain often runs errands for or assists the captain), in truth the co-captain functions both as backup and a support partner. Should the captain have complications, it's up to the co-captain to step into his role, and if the captain needs to make a hard decision or needs assistance with something difficult, the co-captain is who he asks first. They are partners who rely on each other, and good friends.

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Now, for the game itself, each of the main characters had a set of movements, other people they talked to, and things they did, so these three would be no different.

At this point I actually started plotting out the movements of each of our 3 additional characters and how they shift the story and add to it. However, once I'd done enough work I'd realized I'd come out of this ask with a full blown au rather than just passing thoughts. As such, so as not to spoil a bunch of major moments in an au I may seriously end up writing for and showing off, I've decided instead to finish off this ask with some notes and tidbits about the au.

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Misc Notes:

Nine's Bits are based upon these little guys from Archie Sonic from Silver's future (post sgw):

I couldn't think up a better name and "the bits" is still classic to me, so I made up a random lore reason why they'd be called that in this au. Answer? Professor Von Schlemmer exists in Silver's future in this au, and either Silver accidentally brought some bits back with him once or ended up showing Tails or Nine some of his work. So Nine ended up taking the basic idea from the professor's bits to create his own. Since this is a bit more of a careful situation and Nine isn’t in the business of passing others' ideas off as his own, until he comes up with another name and makes them sufficiently different, his bits are a semi-secret not so secret personal project. Idk it's kind of like how in Prime he used the Chaos Council's power core schematics to create the shatterdrive, if that makes any sense. He claims the title of inventing shatterdrive technology, but he does not hide where he drew inspiration or based his designs from

Nine (and his programmer role) have two bits. One is modeled after Chaos Sonic, and the other is modeled after Alpha Grim Sonic.

The purpose of Nine's bits are essentially to act either as extensions of Chaos Sonic and Alpha Grim Sonic or to be additional bodies the robots can upload themselves into. The former is largely useful for stuff like recon, and the latter is used in the event Nine needs to make his robots more portable for some reason (for example, in this case, he wanted to keep his robots with him during Amy's party, but didn't want them taking up space on the train)

Unless one has the proper tools, only Nine is able to access the memory of his bits (in regards to actually scrolling through their memory logs AND in accessing footage they record). Tails did not bring tools necessary for this on the train with him (especially since he takes his role as detective very seriously). This is important in case, say, the Detective and Barry end up getting ahold of one of the Bits and they happen to maybe have crucial evidence.

Fun fact! The Poet does manage to "finish the job" about the same way as he does in the original game. He is lucky that The Programmer is not in the lounge car during his arrival before and escape after the attempted murder. However, this doesn't mean The Programmer left the room completely empty and unsupervised...

Another fun fact! Rather than getting an interrogation like The Sheriff does in the Saloon Car, the Bartender withholds a special clue he found (that could possibly lead to the murderer). Tails and Barry just have to complete a task for him that involves the Super Monkey Ball arcade machine

The same way Sonic and Mangey's character cards and Sails and Knuckles' specifiy that they have a type of relationship to each other, so, too, do Shadow and Nine's cards.

Excluding Barry, The Co-Captain is the only character to suspect foul play when the Captain is "murdered" during the game. However, this is largely due to the fact that (with how the character movements are structured) the Captain and the Conductor suddenly disappear, leaving the Conductor's car in disarray. It's also a while before the Co-Captain reaches anyone who is aware that Sonic's character was murdered.

Final tidbit...! There are kisses involved. Even if they're ooc for the roles they're playing, with the prime polycule involved I had to work em in! 😂

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And with that, I'd love to thank you for the ask, anon! Although it may not have been your intention, I bamboozled myself into getting majorly invested in this little prime polycule au 🥰

[princetorn]

Give this a li’l ♡ for a short starter.

[lured-into-wonderland]

It was odd to be back. Standing outside, she let her fair hair wave with each and every blow of the evening wind. It was colder than she remembered, but Nunnally didn’t notice the weather, being too deep in her thoughts. It was odd to be back, and it felt almost like an exile. Nunnally was sure that if she was a boy, a legitimate son, she wouldn’t be sent here to prove herself. She’d have been prepared to rule since she’d opened her eyes. But at least she had received a chance to try, which was still better than nothing. And despite all self-pity she was feeling, she was still grateful for that opportunity.

And yet a part of her was happy to be back after so many years. Back then when she was sent here for the first time, she had considered it as an adventure and not a punishment (like she partially did now). Jordi… Would he still remember her? Did he even know she was coming? Wouldn’t he despise her for what she had become? Though full of doubts, Nunnally wanted to see him again. She was wondering what their first meeting would look like…

Her thoughts were interrupted by a small movement on the other side of the gallery. Who dared to disturb her solitude? Hadn’t she stated clearly she wanted to be alone?

She moved her head towards the noise. The person seemed familiar…

“Jordi…!” – she said before her lips could filter her little exclamation. Or was she mistaken? After all she didn't see him for so long! It wasn’t how she had foreseen their first meeting. But she wasn’t to avoid to as well.

“Jordi” – her quick steps quite noisy; as she approached her old friend – “I was wondering if I’d still meet you here.” – an honest smile on her lips – “I hoped I will be seeing you again after all these years. Though I would expect a man like you had long left for the capital city…” – many could consider it was just a polite compliment, but Nunnally truly found Jordi special. But perhaps he was the only friend she ever had?

“I see this place has not changed much…”

“…since I left…” – now she shivered; Nunnally started to fell how cold it truly was.  

a plotted starter with @nifhelheim

[pr4yerp0sition]

         HER  VOICE  GENTLY  HUMS,  softly  echoing  an  ancient  song  she  could  not  retrace.  Hands  that  quietly  kneaded  the  dough,  bread,  it’s  being  baked  fresh  in  the  morning.  The  billowing  sleeves  of  her  robes  are  pulled  back,  warmth  etched  onto  her  serene  features,  too  round  of  cheeks  like  mochi  &&  blood  red  eyes  casting  upwards.  “Good  morning, @aeternxm”  the  pleasant  husky  tone  coos,  it’s  rare  to  have  company  in  the  rather  sprawling  kitchen,  early  mornings  are  reserved  for  training  regimes,  students  clawing  themselves  into  class  while  others  prefer  to  sleep  in  against  their  better  judgment.  From  one  of  the  depths  of  the  basket,  she  suddenly  pulls  out  one  of  the  steaming  buns,  holding  it  up,  “Try  this,  I’m  replicating  melon  pan  but  with  more  complex  flavors,  you  can  be  my  taster  for  right  now” 

[a-hell-of-a-time-archive]

@stolsas

Now this certainly was a surprise. It was rare for anyone but Stella, or Caim to appear at his door, let alone his ex brother in law.

"Well now, what brings you to my abode?~" he asked, his tone holding its usual sneer. "If you're looking for my dear sister, she is currently out at the moment."

[ruinedsoulsrp]

Starter for @whileurmine based on this

Gemma had enjoyed the solitude of this small town in comparison to the hustle and bustle that had been her life in the city. But ever since her daughter's disappearance, that lifestyle no longer appealed to her. Everything around her had reminded her of Grace, and she hadn't been able to take it.

She'd come to look forward to the monotony of everyday. That was until the young man had walked into the bar and captured her attention like a cold slap to the face. He was tall and self-assured and had a brightness about him that she hadn't felt within herself in years - a brightness that had died when her daughter went missing.

Her brows furrowed slightly as he took a seat just a space away from her at the bar. It was her usual after work glass of wine, but he was not a usual face. Her mouth was opening, before she'd allowed her brain time to catch up.

"I don't recognize you." she commented as though that were supposed to mean something. Her head shook slightly, her free hand coming up to run through her long blonde locks. "I'm sorry, I mean. Are you new here?"

[austerulous]

While I bake in the summer heat of this community centre, trying to survive this riot of a kid’s birthday party, I’m going to do a spring-clean of my follower list. ✨

[eddapoetic]

PLOTTING CALL;

coming back around from a brief hiatus and I'd love to poke at people for new stuff!

if we follow each other and you'd be interested in doing something with either Hermes/Loki (@eddapoetic) or Jormungandr (@varldsormr), feel free to like / comment on this post and i'll swing around your dm for plots!

[sagefired-arch]

@starshel​ liked for a starter 

      ‘   prompto, a word, please?  and could your bring your camera?     ‘    he’s always been fond of the other blond. it’s hard not to be when prompto’s as infectious as he is.    ‘    and perhaps a favor, if you’d be obliged.   ‘

[intxication]

Paint it Black

The world had been burst open at it’s seams, and all the horrible things had come out of it. There was a total rewrite of his brain, sending Mathias into a daze. His conversation with Lee had a lasting impact on him. There were rules that he always assumed he was meant to follow, for the safety and wellbeing of the gang. He always made sure to stick to the shadows and to not be so obvious with his kills. He even wore a mask most of the time to conceal his face because he didn’t want to give an identity to his violence. Now suddenly he was told that he didn’t need to care about any of that. Mathias was a killer well before he had been a hitman for the Syndicate. It was in his nature to kill without reason or fear of consequence. 

His mind was the loudest it had ever been, but Mathias wasn’t listening to it anymore. The voices called for the death of strangers he passed by, but he didn’t spare a second glance at any of them. The voices had some sort of order to them, and what Mathias wanted couldn’t rely on order. He wanted to act purely on impulse. 

His legs took him through the city in the late night, which was the best time for him to do as he pleased. The only people out and about were those who didn’t have anywhere else to go, and those who were just in the wrong place and at the wrong time. Mathias could have picked any of them as he walked the streets. He could have ditched their bodies in a dark alley to not be found until the sun came up. Or he could kill in a place that wouldn’t go unnoticed for too long. As he walked down the steps to a subway station, he settled on the latter idea. 

There were always a few stragglers in the cars late at night, usually with their heads down as they tried to get some rest on their way home. Quiet cars with maybe a person or two in them and no one waiting on the platform. A perfect setting for something terrible. 

The last car on the train had two men in it, sitting close to each other. Mathias boarded without a word, his hands tucked into the pockets of his jacket with his fingers brushing the cool blade of his weapons of choice. As the train pulled away from the station he put his plan into motion. 

It was surprisingly quick. He didn’t take his time like how he would if it was a job. This was all to just scratch an itch he hadn’t been able to get to in a long time. He closed the small space between himself and the two other men. The moment of of them looked up at him, his knife was already coming down. Words didn’t even have a chance to be formed as Mathias sliced through the skin, veins, and cartilage of the man’s neck. Blood spurted, covering all three in crimson. Giddiness filled him, and a smile twisted and stretched his face. The voices were still so loud, screaming that it wasn’t their time, but they still went ignored. The only thing Mathias listened to was a quiet whisper that sounded a lot like himself. All that could be heard was this is me. The next time he used his knife, it lodged itself into the man’s gut, slicing him open and letting all the viscera spill out. 

The panic started next. The last man stood up and slipped in the forming puddle of blood. Suddenly the subway car felt a lot smaller than it was. With nowhere to run, escape was impossible. Another swing of the knife, and the man’s cheek split open in an angry red smile. The screaming came, and Mathias took it all in. This is what he should have been the whole time. He killed not because he was told to, but because he could and he wanted to. They could not regulate what he brought to the world. The man screamed and screamed until Mathias took his knife and stabbed it through his temple. It was like hitting an off switch on a machine, and suddenly it was so quiet. The body slumped to the ground, leaving a scene of pure violence and chaos. The racket of the subway was cut with the announcement of the next stop. 

Mathias took his time to clean the knife on his shirt, suddenly feeling so much more himself. He needed this, and he wanted more of it. The sight of the bloody car brought so much joy to him. When the train came to a stop, Mathias waited for the doors to open before stepping off. Eventually someone would find his scene, and he was anticipating it. He pulled his phone out of his pocket, pressing buttons with bloody fingers. The dial tone echoed in the empty station and Mathias waited to hear someone’s voice on the other line. 

“Hello, my name is Mathias I would like to report a murder I just did. It’s two men on the last car of the A-Train. You can come to this location if you want, but I won’t be here by the time you do”. He paused as the dispatcher tried to comprehend what was being said, then asked a simple why? ��Because I wanted to. It’s not my first, won’t be my last. I’m going to do this more, it makes me feel good. I wish you luck, and goodnight”. 

He didn’t let another word out before hanging out and tossing his phone on the tracks. Mathias looked up to where I assumed cameras were and gave a little wave, his face in full view. It felt good to finally have the freedom he always wanted. 

[selfsabotaqe]

*       ♡     ◞      closed starter      ╱    for @seolinah​ .

she still needed to rub the sleep from her eyes as the other handed her the steaming hot mug of tea. with a dash of milk, no sugar. just how she told them she liked hers last time she found herself waking up entangled in their bedsheets.   “ you remembered. ”   words were stated as mere matter of fact, but some indication of tenderness glimpsed in her deep brown hues. somewhat of a rare sight when it came to wren. although her bark was always sharper than her bite, she didn’t often find herself in a position of comfort. not around strangers, let alone one who never told her their name. hands raised the mug thankfully to her lips, gently blowing on the hot liquid in attempt to cool it off.   “ do you usually offer your hookups five star service, or is it just me? ”

[ofyokai]

starter for @uroborosymphony ( feat. Reina & Reiko AKA “ReiRei” <3 )

She’d snuck out again. From the moment she heard harsh banging on her foster family’s front door, Reiko told little Hitomi not to worry so much because she wouldn’t be gone too long for the night. That was when she propped the bedroom window open and hopped out to evade the cranky old man from next door. How she knew it was the neighbor and not someone else? Oh, she saw it coming for days after she thought she saw the silhouette of a nimble fox leave the man’s home with food. It had been rather amusing at the time. Serves him right, she’d said to herself. Besides, foxes were her favorite, weren’t they? Except, Natsume Reiko had a bad reputation in this town. Lost your car? Natsume Reiko did it. Dog ate your homework? Natsume Reiko possessed it to do so. Your kid’s doll got muddy and fell apart? Natsume Reiko did the damage. And so, here she is again, running down the smaller streets and alleys towards the woods to get away from it all. She’s memorized the route like the back of her hand, so it doesn’t matter that the moon isn’t even out tonight. Soon enough, she throws herself onto her favorite patch of grass and stretches out. “Good grief, can’t a girl get some quiet time alone for once?”

[thearcherbrothersx]

Marcus Archer / open to f / connection: girlfriend/submissive - some combination or other.

“Oh, come on.” Marcus chuckled, throwing his arms out to indicate how silly he found the whole damned discussion... as if his laughing didn’t do that already. “There was no flirting. And she barely grazed my arm. Nothing you need to be throwing a fit about.” Or pushing unknown women for, for that matter. He’d always found her jealousy rather endearing, but he hadn’t seen her get physical about it before. She usually just staked out her territory by touching him, or by telling the other woman off. Nothing like this. They were in the bathroom of the pub, where he’d dragged her after the altercation; he liked this bar and he wasn’t too keen on being banned from it because his girlfriend… or whatever she was, couldn’t keep her temper in check. True, he had a wandering eye, he wasn’t disputing that, but it wasn’t like she’d ever seen him do anything about it.

[ary11y]

(not so) Fun OC fact #1: Mel [he/him], Chris [he/him] [they/them], Aldwyn [he/him] and Sky [They/them]!

Bonus: Kate [she/her] (Chris' (dead) sister)

Mel used to date Kate before he got his redemption arc, so consequentially that relationship was Chernobyl with Mel applying a very unhealthy amount of manipulation techniques on Kate as to get whatever he wants out of her

...somewhere in the process however, Mel actually fell in love with Kate but didn't quite notice it until Kate finally broke up with him, which left him devastated and eventually caused him to get his redemption arc and try to become a better person

Chris has always been protective of his sisters (or anyone he cares about, really) and even more so after Kate's death so consequentially he absolutely detests Mel despite any convincing he tries to do that he's not the same as before and he constantly tries to put him down

Sky actually really likes Mel and Aldwyn /p but Chris tries his best to keep them away from them at all costs as he doesn't want them to get hurt by them, but in the process he's really becoming as trapping as he considered Mel to be with Kate

Chris also considers Aldwyn to be as bad as Mel despite not knowing much about him, in his brain anyone close to Mel = bad

So yeah Mel-Chris lore is very very chaotic and very very very unpleasant to anyone related to any of them

[iuaraes]

      The moon is a loyal companion. It never leaves. It’s always there, watching, steadfast, knowing us in our light and dark moments, changing forever just as we do. Every day it’s a different version of itself. Sometimes weak and wan, sometimes strong and full of light. The moon understands what it means to be human. Uncertain. Alone. Cratered by imperfections. The moon does not fight. It attacks no one. It does not worry. It does not try to crush others. It keeps to its course, but by its very nature, it gently influences. What other body could pull an entire ocean from shore to shore? The moon is faithful to its nature and its power is never diminished.

      (  @raisedcold  )'𝐬 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐬 𝐫𝐞𝐟𝐥𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐨𝐧 ━ ❛ you know you can always talk to me. ❜ / from misumi !

      In theory she knew that, of course she knew she could talk to Misumi and yet, the voice inside her head that resembled her fallen cousin chastised her for being presumptuous ━ for thinking herself important enough to reach out in moments of need. That voice would blend in with her father’s and remind her of how she was unworthy of her title, unworthy of her place in the shinobi world. Even after all they had been through, the war and all that came with it, Hinata still felt like a scared little girl ━ now more than ever as she watched her teammates go their own ways. She was proud of them, so happy for each and every single one of them and yet she couldn’t help but to feel…left behind. 

      ❛  I—  ❜ she paused, biting her lip nervously as she thought of what to say. She was embarrassed by her self-deprecating thoughts, but she had been like that since Neji’s death. Knowing deep in her heart it should have been her and not him. ❛  Thank you, Misumi-san. You can always talk to me as well.  ❜ The Hyuuga heiress stated, softly just as she said most things, voice as gentle as the middle of the night breeze. 

      ❛  It has been quite a while since we’ve seen each other, how have you been?  ❜ Hinata tried to hide her desolation behind formalities, mindless pleasantries and a gentle smile. It would not be fair for her to make Misumi suffer through her dark and despairing thoughts. ❛  I hope your duties with the village haven’t been too harsh on you.  ❜

[iron-hearts-ablaze]

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