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[toranoya]

Krix leaned over the table, smirking as he nudged Kadyr with his elbow. “See, Kad? Even T thinks you’ll be fine. Stick with me and her, and the worst that’ll happen is you get dragged to a human bar and end up singing karaoke with drunk mortals.” He snickered. “Trust me, that’s more terrifying than any danger.”

Kadyr gave him a flat look, though the corner of his mouth tugged up slightly. “That’s not exactly reassuring, Krix.” He glanced at Tamara, his expression softening at her words. “But… I trust you. Both of you. If I ever go, I’d feel safer knowing you were there.”

Tamara placed her hand on his shoulder, giving it a gentle squeeze, "Well, if you stick close to us, i'm sure you'll be plenty safe. "

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Vox gave a sharp crackle of laughter, static fizzing down the hallways as he turned his screen face back toward her.

“Naïve and noble aren’t mutually exclusive, doll.” He tilted his head, pixelated grin stretching wide. “Sure, it gives Heaven the middle finger—but it also paints a target on everyone inside. And targets? They make for good ratings.”

He watched her tail, noting the shift in her tone, then shifted his own to match—less mocking, more… calculating. “Working with them, though…” He tapped the side of his screen thoughtfully. A few monitors cycled through shots of Charlie, Vaggie, Angel Dust, and the others. “That’s just not going to happen. At least not yet, when I am ready I’ll make my move and then if they leave me alone, I’ll leave them alone. Tell me… you just got here. How much do you really know about the other Overlords?”

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Hawks’ shadow stretched long across the broken concrete before he even touched down. His wings tucked in as he floated down in front of Kari, boots landing soft but firm. The way his eyes narrowed, sharp but not unkind, said it all before he even opened his mouth.

“Going somewhere?”

His tone wasn’t playful. It wasn’t scolding, either—it was heavy. The kind of heavy that came from worry that twisted into frustration. He looked at her, really looked at her—small frame shaking, clutching his feather like it was the last thread holding her together.

“Kari…” Hawks exhaled, ruffling a hand through his messy blond hair as if steadying himself. “You think running fixes anything? That hiding in a trash heap’s gonna stop villains from wanting you? Newsflash—if they’re after you, they won’t quit. Doesn’t matter if you’re in my penthouse or a cardboard box. The only thing you running does is hurt the people who care about you.”

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Moxxie after all the hugs and kisses of support after the new short, lol

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Rebuilding

@historias-multorum Prince Elias Acorn stood tall on the balcony of Mobotropolis’ temporary palace, a former hotel before the war, the golden afternoon sunlight gleaming off the worn salvaged banners of the Acorn family crest. Below him, the square was filled with cheering citizens, and among them the familiar faces of the Freedom Fighters—those who had made this moment possible. He drew in a steadying breath before speaking, his voice carrying clear and firm across the courtyard.

“My people,” Elias began, his tone measured yet warm, “today we stand on ground that was once lost to us. Mobotropolis begins to breathe again, not because of crowns or titles, but because of the courage and sacrifice of those who refused to surrender to despair. The Freedom Fighters—our champions—fought for every stone, every street, every family that calls this city home.”

Applause roared up from the crowd, but Elias lifted a hand, his expression softening. “Yet, though we celebrate today, we must not grow complacent. The shadows of Robotnik’s reign do not vanish overnight. There is rebuilding to do, wounds to mend, and a kingdom to make stronger than it has ever been. Together, with resolve, with unity, we will see this through.”

His final words were nearly drowned out by cheers, but Elias allowed himself a small smile. He felt he did well, despite his nervousness. He knew that some viewed him as an outsider since he hadn’t fought with them. Sally had done that. But he was the eldest male son, he’d do what he could. Shaking off the thoughts, he stepped back from the balcony, and then, without hesitation, he descended the steps into the crowd. Guards tried to keep pace, but the prince waved them back—this was his moment to be among his people.

Elias made his way through, clasping hands, exchanging grateful words, until his eyes fell on a figure he had seen only from afar before, but had heard very much about: Sonic the Hedgehog.

For the briefest moment, Elias faltered. His chest tightened, his carefully rehearsed gratitude caught in his throat. How striking Sonic seemed up close—charming, untamed, beautiful emerald eyes…yet steady in a way Elias hadn’t expected.

Gathering himself, Elias extended his hand. “Sonic… words cannot begin to measure what you’ve done for this kingdom. For me, for all of us. Thank you. My sister speaks very fondly of you.”

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=K

Kohaku accepted the cup, eyeing the peach-colored liquid with mild curiosity before taking a careful sip. His brows lifted slightly, then he let out a small hum of approval as the warmth spread across his tongue.

“…Delicious,” he admitted with a small smile tugging at his lips. “Sweet, smooth… it almost makes me forget about the day.” He turned his head just enough to brush his nose along Core’s temple in a quiet show of affection.

“You really have a knack for this, Core. Makes me wonder if I should just let you experiment with teas every night.” Kohaku smirked faintly, lowering the cup only to take another sip a moment later. “Though, if you keep spoiling me like this, I’ll never be able to resist you.”

His amber gaze shifted down toward the fox nestled against his shoulder. “And you seem to like that idea far too much.”

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Krix chuckled as her tail hoisted him up, his legs kicking lightly before he dropped back into his chair. “Yeah, I’ve been a few times,” he said, flashing a grin as if it were no big deal. “Mostly jobs, sometimes just to screw around. Place is wild—loud, bright, and they’ve got food that’ll make you forget your own name.” He leaned back, tail flicking smugly. “Totally worth the chaos.”

Kadyr shook his head, folding his arms with a small frown. “Not me. Like Krix said, I’ve been kind of sheltered I guess and Moxxie says I’m not ready yet. Too dangerous, too overwhelming, apparently. And he doesn’t want to see me get hurt.” He let out a quiet sigh, then smiled faintly. “Guess I’ll just have to hear the stories from you two for now.”

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Koji’s chest tightened at the sound of her voice cracking, at the way she wouldn’t quite look at him. He stayed still for a moment, steadying his breath so he wouldn’t rush her. Then, with the gentleness of someone handling glass, he lifted a hand and gave a soft whistle.

A little sparrow fluttered in through the cracked window, perching lightly on his finger. Its feathers puffed as it tilted its head, curious and sweet. Koji angled his hand so the bird hopped closer to Kari, its tiny weight and quiet chirp breaking through the heavy silence.

“Vanished…” he echoed softly, his words slow and deliberate, careful not to overwhelm her. He let the sparrow’s presence speak for him too—a reminder of life’s small, warm constants. “If someone I cared about disappeared…” His gaze dropped for a moment, then lifted again, steady and sincere. “I’d look. Always.”

He shifted slightly, holding the bird closer so it leaned toward Kari, as if offering itself to her. “Because… when you care… you don’t stop. Even if it hurts.”

His voice lowered, almost a whisper, but firm underneath the softness. “If you vanished, Kari… Hawks… everyone… we’d break apart looking for you. Not because it’s your fault… but because you matter.”

Koji let that sit in the air, then gave the faintest of smiles—small, quiet, but real. “Stay. Please.”

The sparrow hopped once, chirping as though agreeing, before nuzzling against his thumb.

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Kai rocked back on his heels, hands sliding into his sleeves as he gave her a knowing grin. “Mmhm. Sure, sure. Just the best of the situation. Totally not secretly plotting a blush ambush on your boyfriend,” he teased, but let it drop—for now.

At her firmer tone, his smile softened into something more thoughtful. “Figured you’d say that. Guess the circus blood runs too deep, huh? Can’t really picture you tied down to one city forever anyway.”

Kai leaned casually against the doorframe, tilting his head. “Still… doesn’t mean Zaofu hasn’t gotten its hooks in you a little. You sound way too defensive about those robes not being on. I’ll take that as a point in Wing’s favor.”

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Krix smirked as he kept her tail gently in his hands, holding it steady while the rest of it tried to flick and wag around. “Damn, it’s got a mind of its own. Like a puppy that doesn’t care it’s stuck.” He gave it a little shake before glancing at her.

“Want me to let go, T? ‘Cause if not, I might just keep it hostage ‘til you buy me that miracle chicken soup you’re braggin’ about.”

Kadyr sighed, setting down his spoon. “You’re unbelievable.”

“Yep,” Krix grinned, giving Tamara’s tail another playful squeeze. “But at least I’m honest about it.”

She nodded as she swallowed another bite, "Sometimes when dad is sick, I pick up food to go for him. They make an amazing chicken soup that will knock any illness from you in a day."

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Vox’s screen-face flickered with static at her smirk, the jagged pixels forming a sharp grin in return. Her demand didn’t rattle him—it amused him.

“Extend the same courtesy, huh?” he chuckled, voice glitching like a corrupted tape. “Fair enough. You play your cards right, and you’ll find I don’t need to keep you under a microscope. You’ve got bite, and I like that.”

When her gaze shifted to the Hazbin feed, Vox followed her eyes, his grin widening. The neon glow of his face pulsed like a heartbeat.

“The Hotel,” he drawled, tapping his chin with a sharp finger. “Now that’s a funny story. You’re right—it was torn to bits. Exorcists made a real mess of it. But sinners are nothing if not cockroaches. They rebuild, they scurry, they try again.”

He leaned closer to the screen, hands tucked into his pockets. “That little project of Charlie’s? It’s cute. Naïve, even. A place where sinners can ‘rehabilitate.’ Makes for excellent television.” He let out a low, static-laced laugh.

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Gabriel jabbed a finger toward Azrael, smirk wide and triumphant.

“There it is. You do love me my sibling gloom cloud!” He shot Lavina a conspiratorial wink. “Told you, kiddo—I’m the fun uncle. Raph’s got his moments, sure, but Uriel? Michael? Oh no. Walking, talking sticks in the mud. You’re looking at the one-angel party.”

He leaned back in his chair, wings flexing just enough to make a show of it, and added with mock solemnity, “Besides, if I don’t make a scene, what will you two do for entertainment? Az would just brood in a corner, and you, my dear, would be stuck with waffle duty for eternity. I’m basically saving you both from eternal boredom.”

Gabriel tilted his head, grin softening for just a beat. “So really, you’re welcome.”

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From above, the faint sound of feathers cutting through the air could be heard. Hawks cruised effortlessly on the wind currents, golden eyes scanning the park below. He spotted Firestar lounging in a tree, phone in hand, but there didn’t seem to be any chaos, no screams, no trouble brewing.

“Tch, quiet day, huh?” Hawks muttered to himself with a faint smirk, wings tilting as he banked to the side. “Guess that’s a good thing. Everyone gets to relax… and I get to keep moving.”

Winging it with #2. (A closed Rp post with @toranoya)

**As Firestar was Chilling in his tree in Vanaheim park. As he's on his phone.**

"Huh... Wonder if I should check up on Black goat and Mae." He asked himself

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Zidane’s eyes light up, and he grins wide.

“Lindblum? Oh, it’s huge. Airships flying in and out all the time, streets packed with shops, food from every corner of the world—you’d love it. Though compared to this place, it’s probably a little less… uh, shiny? But it’s got a charm all its own.”He throws his hands behind his head again, laughing.

“A road trip, huh? You’re speaking my language! Long as you don’t mind me dragging you into a few detours—you know, treasure hunts, a little mischief here and there—I’m in. Fishing spots, though…” Zidane makes a face, then chuckles. “Guess I can give it a try if it means hanging out. Just don’t expect me to sit still for hours waiting for some slimy thing to bite.”

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Adam shifted his jaw, biting down the first instinct to roll his eyes at her sentimental rambling, but her closeness kept him still. He grumbled under his breath as her arm draped across his waist.

“Yeah, you did learn it from somewhere—probably from watching me put up with your nonsense for centuries,” he shot back, though the corner of his mouth twitched like he was fighting a smirk. Her teasing about his ears made him shift a little, tilting his head away as if that could hide the faint color there. He glanced down at her in the crook of his neck, voice dropping. “And quit poking at me like you’ve got me figured out. You never did.”

When she started on her “what ifs,” his expression hardened. He didn’t interrupt, not until she brought up Cain. At that, Adam sat up halfway, bracing himself on an elbow, his eyes narrowing.

“Cain,” he echoed flatly. “So the little bastard’s still in Wonderland, hiding out?” He let out a sharp breath through his nose, running a hand down his face. “Of course. Should’ve known.” His tone was sharp, but there was a weight underneath.

“Listen,” he said, quieter now, “Heaven’s judgment isn’t something you get to barter with. If they catch wind of him, they’ll make an example out of him—and out of you too. You really want that?” His eyes flicked over her features, softer for just a second. “If you care about him, then you keep him hidden. You don’t hand him over, and you sure as hell don’t go crying about what could’ve been. You live with what’s here. That’s the only way either of you survives.”

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Kai’s grin widened as he tapped two fingers against his lips in a mock zipping motion. “My lips are sealed,” he promised, though the sparkle in his eyes suggested he was already filing this away for future teasing ammo.

He tugged at the loose fabric of his own Air Nomad robes and shrugged. “Guess that makes sense. Gotta be limber if you’re gonna pull off something like that. And hey, if you’re trying to get Wing to blush? Trust me, you’ve got this. The guy’s tough, sure, but nobody’s immune forever.”

Tilting his head, he added, “So—did you make up your mind yet? About sticking around here long term? Looks like you already ditched the robes.”

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Koji stood quietly in the doorway, having slipped in like he usually did—gentle, unassuming, careful not to startle. His eyes softened the moment he saw Kari’s slumped posture and that faraway look in her eyes. He didn’t say anything at first—words weren’t his strength—but his presence carried a calm weight.

Slowly, he walked over and sat a respectful distance away, not crowding her, just close enough that she’d know she wasn’t alone. He reached into his pocket, pulling out a tiny packet of sunflower seeds he often kept for birds. With a small, hesitant smile, he placed it on the table between them, a quiet offering, something grounding.

After a moment, he tapped his chest lightly, then pointed to her, and finally made a soft motion like pulling something heavy off his shoulders. His way of saying: You don’t have to carry this alone.