#scumbag-the-hedgehog

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(✯) @scumbag-the-hedgehog — run on gasoline

— ;; Ascertaining how exactly his cogent coordinates had wound up being thrown so far off-course, landing both him and the Doctor in anomalous territory is just one of his many problems right now. Cloudburst assaults his mess of fiery-hued tangles, forcing him to take refuge beneath the nearest awning. Structurally ancient, stony— and seemingly abandoned. Based on its decrepit appearance, at least.

— ;; Lours from vaguely familiar denizens are enough to make him abandon the darkened streets splotched with gelid puddles, slipping into the tenebrous quiet behind him without much of a second thought. Trespassing, breaking and entering, violating private property— jeez, abandoned or not, he’s made himself very welcome very quickly, wringing out his jacket in the doorway as he tries to warm up.

Which probably isn’t the nicest thing for the homeowner to stumble into.

❝Shit,❞ voice a hushed whisper, Tails’ eyes meets the gaze of the other, his dark spines like a hanging garden of moss around his shoulders. Hands immediately in front of him defensively, he takes a step back. ❝Hey, sorry. Thought this place was empty. I swear I’m not here to rob you or anything, I was just trying to get out of the rain.❞

[vandalizedheart]

"you don't have the guts ."

'Don't have the guts'? Now that got her curious...

For the most part, petty insults rarely got to Nikki. She's heard worse after she came out publicly, not to mention her own, self-deprecating voices in her head. She wasn't hurt by his words.

But she did wonder... what exactly qualified as 'having guts' in Scourge's eyes? Nikki didn't know him well, but to her, everything about the fellow hedgehog so far screamed that he was all bark and no bite.

❝ I shove razor blades in my arm for fun, baby boy. I'm sure whatever stupid thing you want me to do isn't that serious. Just let me hear it. ❞

💔 ˚ . ⋆ ↪ @scumbag-the-hedgehog / cult classics.

[skyfcx]

Examine! Scourge's Guy Fieri Ass Jacket

Examination Station || Prompt

Scourge's Jacket: ❝There's at least one person in existence that finds it fashionable...❞

     You're no trend chaser, but even as someone who doesn't often wear clothes, you know the look of a try-hard. You almost gag thinking about how cool Scourge must think he looks whenever he's flaring the collar on this thing. Though, all things considered? Especially when factoring in the excessiveness of its owner? It's a rather simple jacket. You had to give credit where credit was due, you've seen flashier designs. (Then, a thought crosses your mind: would Scourge be happy or sad to hear that?)

>DISCARD >STORE >INSPECT

ROLLING FOR: [INVESTIGATION] Result: 21 (12)+9

     You inspect the black leather. It's surprisingly both soft and smooth. A trait of real leather. Apparently the 'king' wasn't one to skimp out regarding aesthetics. The sleeves, too, are torn intentionally. They're perfectly imperfect, really helps with the chaotic vibes he gives. Finally, flame decals decorate the shoulders.

     Thumbing across them, you soon notice a material difference.

     You had never really gotten up close and personal with Scourge, so you've never spotted it, but— the hot rod flames adorning his shoulders are patches. Sewn-on with a delicate and well-trained hand. Who the hand belonged to remains a mystery, but this fact remains true: they weren't a part of the jacket's original design.

     Something tickles the back of your mind...

ROLLING FOR: [HISTORY] Result: 20 (16)+4

     Turning the jacket back and forth between your hands, the mind returns to the clothing accessory's origins. To Scourge's origins. You had to be no older than five or six at the time... when Scourge was still Anti-Sonic. Had you ever even interacted with the guy back then? It was mostly Sonic, Knuckles, and the rest of the other Freedom Fighters handling him. But you remember clearly: the spitting image of your hero Sonic the Hedgehog, now with the additions of a black leather jacket and a pair of matching shades. No fire in sight.

     —Oh, right! You rack your brain further... Didn't his jacket have a crossed-out circle on the sleeve back then? Your curiosity almost demands that you undo the flame patches and see if it's still there for old time's sake. ...But at this point, with the history this jacket holds? It feels oddly disrespectful.

     Once again, you had to give credit where credit was due. Scourge has certainly come a long way since then. No longer is he simply Evil Sonic. He is Scourge the Hedgehog. And as someone who's spent a considerable portion of their childhood feeling like an understudy to something greater, you can respect that.

Tails has gained 1 Affinity Point towards Scourge!

     No, no... you couldn't quite believe it either.

[theblueblurhero]

"Sure but. Are you still a King though.."

[endlessp0ssibilities]

@scumbag-the-hedgehog sent

33 maybe?

Starter Prompts

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Ember let out a yell of effort as she ran towards her opponent, a closed fist held high by her head. She suddenly stopped short, throwing her hand, which had now opened. Purple flames erupted from her palm, engulfing the random lackey, who screamed in pain. Ember used the opportunity to deliver a kick to the other's head and sent them tumbling to the ground. 

   “One down…” Ember looked at who remained of the group, who had her surrounded. She sighed, “Nine more to go.” 

   From behind, one went to rush in for an attack. Ember clenched her teeth as she looked back. She grabbed their arm, then jerked her elbow back, connecting with their chest. They went down like a sack of potatoes. Two more rushed in. Ember disappeared for only a second, blipping back behind one and grabbing their arm, which was then twisted. She swiftly stomped the back of their knee and brought them down. She then let go, and once more blipped, this time appearing in front of the other and swinging an uppercut to their throat. They gasped and knelt down while holding their throat. Three approached,and three blips later, quickly joined the pile of unconscious on the ground. 

  Ember looked at the remaining three, panting heavily. She reached up to meet the dribble of blood coming from her nose. “C'mon! S'all you got?!” 

   The three tightened their grips on their weapons but stopped at the sound of approaching foot steps. They looked back and quickly knelt down. Ember's blurred gaze went from the lackeys to the green hedgehog. She squinted, brows furrowed in confusion.

"Sonic?"

[sonicprim3d]

" ...Ew... "

[zonecode]

@scumbag-the-hedgehog Liked for a Starter!

     ...What, was this some sort of cosmic joke? Since when did the shattered reflection have a mirror image?

     The tenrec's default was a burbling stew of rage and violence, but those trace cases of confusion were the first to flitter over the face. Eyes pinch, their glance is askew with the natural chaos of bewilderment. Who was this guy? And why did he look so much like her? If she had some shoddy dumpster-diving older brother, it was certainly news to the doppelganger.

     Though, it didn't take long for that aforementioned default of hers to kick in. It's the crunching of teeth, pointed teeth flashing as a lip caught itself in a sneer.

     "I know what they say about imitation bein' the sincerest form'a flattery, but c'mon. This is kinda ridiculous, isn't it? I've been makin' a name for myself, sure, but I didn't think fan clubs would be the thing poppin' up. I thought my reward for beatin' on that blue rat's bundle'a tag-alongs would be more of a..."

     —Hm. The words are lost while her thoughts take a moment to catch up. Her head tilts, thumb and middle finger connect to snap in the meantime.

     Jolts of high voltage jump and shutter in sparks with each quick motion. "...A head hunt for me? A real battle royale situation, I guess. Guess those schmucks in their ivory towers don't care when one'a their friends get beat to an inch'a their life."

[adventurousblur]

@scumbag-the-hedgehog      ✰ . . . ⇢ ˗ˏˋ      Because I'm a sucker for the "no one kills him but me" trope - [ INTERVENE ]: sender wordlessly steps in between the receiver and the threat, facing the threat while shielding the receiver from them.

                          » » »                          NOW LOADING…

The art of heroics does not come without these kinds of moments; there is a soft ache in his heart as this mother berates him — right in front of her young child. All Sonic had done was give the kid a high five / little arm reached out at his person as he passed by. The smile on her face was worth a million rings and more as fists made contact with a gentle bump. Yet, the poor tot was now clutching this woman's leg / obviously upset, with flattened ears, at her parent creating a scene. Ranting on and on about ' his influence over the future generations, encouraging them to make bad decisions in life ' . . . all while heavily cursing around her own spawn. Despite this, he stands strong — now attempting to defuse the situation. . .

. . . Before Scourge unexpectedly popped in, now standing between Earth's savior and some random karen. There's a brief exchange of words [ ringing in tense ears blocked out any of their squabbling ] before the woman pulled away with a stomp and a huff; now sporting a pissed off and offended expression.

Sonic gave one last wave to the child / crowd diffusing slowly as the bustle of everyday life was more important. The blue hedgehog inhaled softly before sparing a glimpse at his pine colored savior — smile never fading. . . but Scourge could see those soft lines under emerald eyes, the crinkled dimples of a truly honest smile directed at him.

❝ Thanks, dude. ❞ A brief pause allowed Sonic to sigh. ❝ I know we don't have the best relationship, but. . . you REALLY saved my butt back there! ❞

[somewhereinchaos]

@scumbag-the-hedgehog: ❛ thought you’d be lighter without all that blood. ❜

          ╳ ┊ u l t i m a t e  »  Well, his head feels a lot lighter, but that is probably due to the amount of blood he's lost. The black and ( very ) red hedgehog's vision blurs and distorts intoxicatingly as his brain struggles to interpret what's going on around him. It doesn't make sense. Who is this annoyance anyway? ".. Very funny. Now get the hell away from me." Even though his mind or body wouldn't listen to him, Shadow's voice would always retain its edge. It's almost like the situation wasn't alarming at all. "Or I'll bash in your skull too."

[fastfists]

Rush the Hedgehog; between myself and @scumbag-the-hedgehog fankid

[recoveryxmobian]

“The fact the man is that vain.”

[skyfcx]

     What in the— what is that noise!? He can hear it over the sound of him sawing metal in half for a project! For crying out loud, it's gotta be one heck of a racket if it could beat the fox out of his focus—

     Oh. Oh, yeah, that uh... That made a whole lot of sense, actually. Gosh, one of'ems gotta drop sooner than later, right? Talk about when an unmovable object is met with an unstoppable force...

[rebelliousxbat]

@scumbag-the-hedgehog​

“You’re not Sonic, but you could nearly pass for his twin if you weren’t green.” The bat spoke from above before landing in front of the other with her eyes narrowed. “Hopefully, you don’t bring trouble like him, considering how he made things much harder around here.”

[sonicprim3d]

" At least I don't go around showing off Blaze and/or Elise. "

[chaosmortem]

@scumbag-the-hedgehog

―The pale blue hedgehog appeared out of seemingly nowhere, hovering in front of Scourge. Its arms were crossed, its head tilted to the side slightly. The examination was underway, and so far, Nazo was completely perplexed by what it was seeing.

"...Did you dye your fur colour and change your eyes, Sonic? Since when did you get those scars?"

It eyed his jacket and glasses and shoes with far less judgement. It knew some cool digs when it saw them!

[grimgrinnr]

" I did warn him there was no such thing as teams in this game. "