Zoey Boey

World of Light

Level 6: 00/60
Location: The Maw: The Depths
Word Count: 442
Points Gained: 1
New EXP Balance--- Level 6 : 01/60

Sakura had coughed a few times over the railing, a few tears dripping into the pitch black water below. She wiped her mouth with the back of her hand and wrapped her fingers around her wrist. Her subconscious expected the comfort of her fighting glove to be there, and it wasn't. Someone was stabbing the inside of her stomach with a hot knife. Someone else was taking a jackhammer to her skull and her heart was drowning in an itchy abyss. What would her family think of her? Or Ryu? Could she ever get over this? She felt terrible about this whole thing.

Sakura was in for an awakening as a familiar voice shook her out of her thoughts. When Nadia span her around Sakura's eyes were wide, her mouth a small, surprised circle. No interruptions from the girl with the flower in her hair, that's for sure. When it was all over Sakura certainly seemed to be more present. Her gaze was fixed on Nadia, expression more cogent. The discordant actions earlier a result of her trying to hide her grief- to be tough, and to act like nothing was wrong.

"I...I'm sorry." Sakura said, voice broken. "I'm not tough. Not like you guys are." She bowed her head, eyes closing. "I just killed someone, Nadia. And now we're using him. There's no other way out but... I just- I just need a minute. I wanted to help, but I'm just making things worse and being a burden. Sorry." Sakura concluded, miserable.

"Since everyone can't fit in the sub, it makes sense that I'm one of the people that stay behind. Be careful." One hand clutching her arm, the other over her even more pained stomach, Sakura pulled away from Nadia's grasp. Head low, she found a corner to sit in. Once again she drew her knees against her and clutched them to her chest. Now she groaned slightly, tensing as a horrible pang of hunger ripped it's way through her insides.

Between the hunger, the manslaughter, her powerlessness, a removal of her identity, and the disturbing imagery of seeing "Carl" moving again, Sakura's mental health was drained. The Maw had defeated her, a casualty of stress.

Nadia was right in that it was only going to get worse. Sakura watched in horror as Bella was given a fright by a diving suit that just came to life. It sounded exactly like Mirage. And it acted like, him, too. Almost as if there were two Mirages in the room.

"Oh, no!" Sakura cried out, hiding her face and shrinking. "He's another ghost!"

Phoenix Squad: A Doom Inspired RP (Interest Check)

yes i am interested in this! phoenix is spelt wrong in the title btw

World of Light

Level 6: -1/60
Location: The Maw: The Depths
Word Count: 455
Points Gained: 1
New EXP Balance--- Level 6 : 00/60

Mirage was messing around with the device, trying to figure out how to get it working. Kasugano was by his side, just...in case. Something happened. Maybe she could make herself useful somehow. The boy engineer gave her some encouraging words that reflected his somewhat limited perspective.

Sakura looked at Mirage, giving him a not very encouraging thumbs up. "Oh, yeah, no, I get it. Don't worry about me. I'm focused. Just like you guys. We gotta get movin', so..." She said. "Nothin' to be done, now." It would be pretty hard to believe that after such an outburst, Sakura had gotten over what happened with Mister Carl so quickly. Because, of course, she hadn't. It was an easy deception to see through. But she was making the choice to bury it, bury it deep down; Going back, perhaps, on her advice she had given the others earlier on Shipyy. After the battle.

Maybe because it was one thing to witness someone die in a big battle- another entirely to be responsible for it. As much as she wanted to blame it all on Galeem, to focus the bad feelings inside her on the bad thing, she just couldn't get there. She offered him the Heart. Carl took it. Carl's gone. Just some random guy, and she got him killed. And Sakura was not a vengeful person. But maybe if she pretended she was, she could make it through this without being a burden.

Nadia began to climb up to get a better look at the submarine. "Careful." She called out after her friend flatly.

At that point Mirage made some kind of breakthrough in discovering what this device was for. It seemed like some kind of remote controller. Like a VR headset or something, if this was a sci-fi movie or a gimmicky arcade. There was a loud bang from the room they had just been in. "Let me check it out." She hopped down and made her way back in, peaking into the room.

The robot that had been Mister Carl was...moving? Mirage wanted to get the conveyor belt working. Sakura's eyes went wide, her brows furrowing for a moment as she considered everything. What this all meant. "It's a conveyor belt, Mister Geralt." She explained.

The brunette scratched her head. "Ooh. I get it." She said, nodding slowly. As she walked she made her way over to a railing. "Right. So it might be a good thing I did what I did after all. That way we can remote control Carl's corpse and use him as a scout or even bait for a sea monster waiting below. Perfect! All's well that ends well." And then she leaned over and retched into the water below. Not a lot came out.

Level 2: 04/20
Word Count: 570
Location: Al Mamoon
Points Gained: 1 + 23
New EXP Balance--- Level 2: 08/30

Jesse Faden ended up following the Phantom Thieves to their next destination. She still had questions. The Director needed answers about the Resonance.

(What is the metaverse? What exactly is going on? Where am I? Or rather, where is Al Mamoon?) Jesse thought to Polaris. The guardian angel could offer no response, only a shimmering sign around the group's head. The Phantom Thieves and Primrose. Both Polaris and Jesse's intution told them that these people would lead them to answers. There was a joke Jesse wasn't in on. Joker mentioned earlier the only way Jesse could escape it was by her getting beaten up?

(Wouldn't be the first time I've but my body on the line for science.) She thought. (Hmm. That's a good one. I should say that out loud at some point.)

Jesse looked at Primrose, who made her offer. "Yeah, I'm sticking around." She replied simply. Wasn't much else to say. Then the dancer gave her something of a low-down on the situation in Al Mamoon.

"I had heard a little about it, but I wasn't really paying it too much mind. I figured it wasn't my place. So far the only power struggle I've ever interfered with was the one where I violently took control over the entire place." She admitted casually. "So, y'know. I'll leave that kind of thing to other people."

Once they were in the hospital, they had to wait a bit. The teens elected to nap, but Jesse rarely slept at night, let alone in the middle of the day. It probably wasn't good for her, but...she didn't feel tired often. Hmm. Once the nurse came out, Jesse nodded appreciatively at the Phantom Thieves' little hero shtick.

"Cute," she said to Joker, once they were out of earshot of the nurse.

The living space ship, Necronomicon, returned. The Director rolled her shoulder as she listened. Grimleal versus the Resistance.

(Ugh. Politics.) If she was going to be doing anything good, she'd rather it be something cut and dry. Like going back in that Museum and blasting that painting guy to pieces and then selling him at exorbitantly marked up prices.

Fortunately it seemed things were a lot simpler. They arrived at the aftermath of a battle. Jesse could tell that one half of the engagement were like Primrose and the Thieves: something about them was different. The Director saw a demonstration, some kind of pink heart getting pulled out. Hadn't she seen something earlier with the artist, at the museum? There was mention of a curse of a false god. Sounded like a Resonance?

Jesse slapped Primrose's shoulder with the back of her hand. "There. That. What was that?" She pointed at Mao and Klee. "That was something. Those people had the stuffing kicked out of them and now they're all better. Just like Yusuke. And they get something, too. Shit. I'm so close." Jesse shook her head. Primrose had to play damage control with some weird angry kid with a name that sounded like a cat throwing up a furball. Laharl? Him and some other scrappy little guy named Mao. Jesse would keep her comments to herself, however. It was a little embarassing to admit this to herself but now at least one of them new the truth of their situation. Galeem? Did that have something to do with it?

This whole bunch the Thieves had come across was...eclectic. Jesse took them all in a few moments at a time. From the Bablyonian leader of the Grimleal to the hulking mechanical one-man band, to the floating elf looking thing to the...well, she would be here all day. She'd just have to get properly introduced to everyone over time. There was a grumpy Fox man that seemed to be in charge. He was easily annoyed by the two 'evil' kids little maniacal laughter. Personally, Jesse found it all quite endearing.

"Name's Jesse Faden, by the way." Jesse tossed out a casual introduction. She could always re-introduce herself later. "I have a gun and I can throw big rocks. Where do you want me?" After a moment of deliberation she felt she would stick with Joker, if nothing but familiarity's sake. Normally she didn't like being this relatively helpless, but until she figured out what was going on she just had to keep on chugging. It seemed like the plan was to go and squash this 'Resistance.' From what she gathered it was less of a Resistance and more of a cult of people affected both by Resonance and mind control.

"So. No killing? I'll stick to the Tool Gun, then." She patted her jacket where she kept her Tool Gun holstered. "Immobilization only."

Street Punk Serenade: Delinquent Days

im excited to meet the characters

World of Light

Level 6: 01/60
Location: The Maw: The Depths
Word Count: 632
Points Gained: +1 -2
New EXP Balance--- Level 6 : 00/60 +1 -2

The robot reached out for the heart and grabbed it, which activated it, much to Sakura's surprise. "Oh, I-" But, it worked nonetheless. Sakura took a step back and smiled as the robot fixed itself right up. There was a bit of a staticky grunt, but she didn't think much of it.

"Yatta, it worked!" Sakura put her hands up into the air and waved them around. "Mister Carl, I know you're probably pretty confused right now. But basically some giant jerk ball of light kidnapped everybody and..." Sakura trailed off.

"Carl-san?" She waved her hand infront of him. "Are you okay?" She waved her hand infront of his eyes. Her face fell. Nadia knocked on his head, nothing. Nothing at all.

"A...ghost? Wh-what? What happened? I gave him the Friend Heart." Sakura said. She looked between her allies. One by one they offered their brief thoughts and moved on. Finally she focused on Rika, who asked if she was ok. "I gave him the Friend Heart. He should be fine. I don't- I don't know."

"Why would it-? Not?" She looked at her ex-Abyssal friend, eyes wide and watering. "Rika..." She wrapped her arms around her in a hug. "I don't understand. I'm sorry."

Then the little girl detached and dropped into a sitting position, looking at the lifeless, utilitarian robot. "I didn't know! I didn't know what would happen. That's never happened before! Where did he go? Was Mister Carl ever there? I don't get it!" She held the sides of her head and cried.

"No, no it's all that stupid Galeem's fault! That thing did this! It's got everything all- all scrambled up! I didn't know what would happen: I didn't want that to happen!" Sakura exclaimed, smacking her hand against the steel floor. She pushed herself to her feet and wiped her eyes.

"I guess Mister Carl was already in a pretty bad spot...He was stuck. But if he got fixed, he went away? It's so confusing." Sakura wasn't sure what to make of it. She felt guilty, angry, confused. But at the same time she wasn't sure if blaming herself too much would be wise. No one else seemed to be. But they didn't seem to care about the situation at all. That didn't exactly sit right with her, either. Maybe there really was nothing to do but move on?

"I'm gonna get that nasty Galeem." Sakura wiped her eyes again. "Thanks, Rika. Let's...let's go." She was the last person into the next couple of room sby a significant amount, only catching the tail end of the saddest man in the world falling into the water. She also wasn't involved in the conversations about loot and new weapons. She didn't feel like getting any new toys, anyway.

Sakura's mood as a whole was back to being down in the dumps, her shoulders slumped. The one good thing she thought they could do while in this terrible place backfired.

Nervously she stayed near the back of the group. "That is our submarine? It's teeny! It's a little baby submarine. Aw, man, this sucks." Sakura looked over the side into the water.

"If we lose the submarine, though, we're all d-dead. Just be careful, Mirage." Sakura approached the cjaor, resting a hand on it and looking at the brave engineer. "You've still got your smarts and if you get separated from us, I don't know how we'll get out of here. So, uh, no pressure." She gave him an apprehensive peace sign.

"We just gotta get the submarine..." The brunette trailed off, eyes on the murky water underneath the dangling vehicle, out of reach for now.

Street Punk Serenade: Delinquent Days

Hellooo, I am interested! I'm submitting another girl character, so...there's a chance this might be an unusual street gang. but that just makes us more special, right?

World of Light

Level 5: 50/50
Location: The Maw: The Depths
Word Count: 586
Points Gained: 1
New EXP Balance--- Level 6 : 01/60

"You are seriously a killer with that fan, Nadia-san." Sakura said as she trailed along. Nadia pushed and pulled the various walkways with her fan and used the levers to open up a path Sakura and the others could more easily follow.

Fake it till you make it- Sakura was finding her confidence bolstered. She could make these jumps! All she needed to do was believe in herself. Fear and insecurity was holding her back. Even if she was a little kid she could still be a hero. But this hunger was seriously annoying.

"Bah. Bah! I'm not hungry. I've gone weeks without food." Sakura bragged, as if to intimidate the stabbing sensation in her belly into submission. It didn't work. The catwalks shook and groaned, complaining about being used after going undisturbed for who knows how long.

"Just a little bit more, Mr. Walkway. Just bear with us." She soothed the inanimateo object as best she could, trying not to focus too hard on the death drop beneath her. Well, she might survive the fall into the water if she landed on her feet. How durable her child body was, she wasn't sure. Either way she wasn't risking it.

A few well-timed jumps later, and Sakura's confidence in herself was reward. "Yatta! We did it!" She breathed out, relieved. "Onto Phase Two."

Once they were inside, they met a creepy looking robot guy. But it wasn't the worst robot she'd ever seen, and maybe he only looked creepy because he was hurt. People also looked pretty nasty when they were scrambled like eggs. The robot seemed convinced he was a human. As far as Sakura knew, she had no reason to disbelieve him.

"Well. Maybe he comes from a planet of robots that call themselves human." Sakura said as everyone gathered up. "And he's alive, and talking, so he's basically just a metal human. And he's all Galeemified up, probably, so he's confused as to what's going on, right? From the way he's acting he's not teamed up with that awful woman and her snake demons." Sakura looked at Mirage, concerned. He still had no idea what she was talking about.

Sakura tapped her chest and summoned forth a friendly little Friend Heart. She gave a look at Mirage who was explaining the situation. If they tried to open the door, Carl would get hurt, or worse.

"We'll have to figure out another way. Carl-san is somebody in need, trapped on this boat just like us." Sakura concluded with finality. "Maybe Carl-san himself could help us! He seems to know his way around, at least this area."

With that, Friend Heart held in both hands, she began to approach Carl Semkin. "Hello, Carl-san! My name's Sakura. The reason a bunch of kids are here is because something really weird happened and everything got all scrambled up. We're actually on a big boat right now, and we need to get out. But if we try to open the door, we might hurt you. So we're working on a work-around!" Sakura had approached Carl Semkin so that she was right next to his claw hand. She held the Friend Heart out between he and her.

"Mind if I give you this? It'll fix you right up, Carl-san." She smiled. "It's magical." While she said this with utmost earnesty and sincerity, she also probably looked like a weird lost child with an over-active imagination.

zoey's characters

Suicide Squad Harley

C H A R A C T E R C O N C E P T P R O P O S A L

H A R L E Y Q U I N N

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C H A R A C T E R C O N C E P T:

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^{"We're bad guys. It's what we do!"}

Harley Quinn is still in love with the Joker and cooks up villainous schemes mostly to gain his approval. When left to her own devices her schemes are more anti-hero rather than evil, but she's very easily swayed by bad influences. On the flip side, positive influences can bring out the best in her. Harley is also more practical than most people assume, not letting her scruples get in the way of achieving a goal.

In her opinion there are few things funnier than poetic justice or irony. Though she hasn't realised it, Harley Quinn definitely has a better sense of humor than the Joker. She understands that punching up is a lot funnier than punching down.

A B I L I T I E S:

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All In: Harley has an uncanny ability to pull off impossible, hare brained schemes. The gambles and risks she takes pay off more often than not. Maybe luck is just preparation meeting opportunity. Harley is good at being unpredictable and utterly confident in her abilities and plans, which leads to better results.

Olympian: Harley is very flexible, agile, and acrobatic. She can always keep her balance and do very useful, evasive, or offensive feats of athleticism. Also, really good at roller skating.

Big Whack: Harley's strikes, be it with her fists and feet or with a giant hammer or baseball bat, have a considerable amount of power behind them. A limited form of super strength that only applies to quick bursts of power.

Bouncy: Harley bounces! Much in the same way she has limited super strength, she has limited super durability, too. Something about her just makes her hard to keep down.

Resistant to Poison and Toxin: A mixture of being dunked in acid as a hazing ritual and also a benefit of her 'friendship' with Poison Ivy has made her immune system and skin resistant to acid and poison.

PhD in Psychology: Harley went to medical school and is a Psychologist. Not only is she crazy, but she's basically fully cognizant of how and why. And with enough time and conversation she can get a good read on other people's "major malfunctions" too.

Pretty Decent Shot: Better than most people, anyway!

C H A R A C T E R M O T I V A T I O N S & G O A L S:

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I want to play Harley because there's a lot of freedom with her. She's comic relief, but also, has a lot of heart. She's a supervillain who is always driven by normally positive emotions like love, romance, companionship. And she isn't afraid to show it, she's very affectionate and very extroverted. She likes making friends, even if she isn't very good at it. It makes her good to be the glue of any team. The type of person who isn't judgemental and can pull all sorts of disparate, crazy folks together. I'd like her to get a taste for hero work and become more of a good guy now that she has some distance from the Joker. Especially since he's probably not coming to rescue her. Harley likes adventure, having a good time, and causing some chaos.

She's also from Brooklyn and has Jewish heritage which I've actually done a little bit of research into. Harley lived a very normal life until very recently, she has a good grasp of social convention. That way she can violate it properly. This way she can simultaneously be kooky, but also a straight man if the story calls for it. I also think she will get a lot of joy out of killing nazis.

C H A R A C T E R N O T E S:

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For signature gear, Quinn has her heavy wooden mallet and her roller skates. And her jester suit is resistant to damage. Other than that she won't pass up very useful things like guns and grenades. Prop and gag weapons are a must, as well, if that can be alloted for in the budget.

R E L A T I O N S H I P S:

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tba!

World of Light

Level 5: 49/50
Location: The Maw: The Depths
Word Count: 732
Points Gained: 1
New EXP Balance--- Level 5 : 50/50 LEVEL UP PENDING

"Meowst valuable player- teehee." Sakura giggled. It was also a point of pride for her that her English was good enough to understand almost all of the puns some of her teammates were making non-stop. Mirage and Nadia in particular were the dynamic duo of puns.

They managed to clear the obstacles and Sakura was not very pleased with what she saw on the other side. "This ship is so big it has its own place for sea monsters. Great. Doesn't that defeat the entire point of a ship you use to escape sea monsters?" The brunette leaned over the railing of their platform and peered into the murky depths. Her shoes and socks were getting wet. But she didn't exactly want to take them off and risk getting impaled by a rusty nail. "Maybe your super fast swimming could still come in handy, Bella-san and Rika-chan. But let's hope no one falls in so we don't have to find out."

Peach gave everyone a low-down of what she found on a nearby map. Now, they're plan was to get to an elevator. Go over the walkways, get to the Command Center, then Submersible area, then find a Submarine. Go down, drain the depths, and then the elevator will be free to use.

Mirage lead the way, using the helpful darts to ascened to the above walkways. Mirage tried to see a silver lining in them being kids. "Eeehh...yeah, sure, okay. I mean, if we were adults like, all of us would have way more skills and abilities and magic...but, no, I see your point! Let's look at it that way." Mirage was a friendly guy. Too bad he was still Galeemified. They'd have to sort that out sooner or later, that stuff messes with a persons mind in unpredictable ways. Sakura looked over at a kid she didn't exactly recognize, who was voicing his concerns in a very weird voice. Was that old school English? When he talked before, it was kind of hard for her to understand...who else talked like that? Doing some quick mental maths, she figured this must be the Frog Knight. Guess he wasn't always a frog.

"It might be dangerous. But we have to get outta here so we can, y'know, save the world! All the worlds. We won't be kids forever. Heck. Give it ten years- I'll be super powerful again, just you wait. You've never met a 15 year old tougher than I was!" Sakura giggled, joking. She slapped the sides of her head, shaking some nervous energy out of her wrists and legs.

"Okay. I'll go next! I got this. Go Blue Team." An off-handed peace sign. Sakura was trying to feel herself out a little bit. She may be in tiny tot but surely her parkour skills were still in there somewhere? At least this time if she fell, it was only into water. Someone would be able to save her if she fell, probably. But she wasn't going to fall! So it wasn't a problem.

One jump and climb at a time, she made her way up to where Mirage was. Her progress was a bit slower than his and she felt herself be a bit embarassed by all the eyes on her. She jumped up and grabbed the edge, a sharp thrill of panic and fear travelling up her spine as she felt her little legs dangle over the large drop. But once Mirage lended her a helping hand she pulled herself up. She rolled onto her back and then clambered to her feet on the suspended railway.

"Okay, okay great!" Sakura said, nodding, slapping Mirage on the shoulder. She rubbed her finger under her nose for a moment and then clapped her hands together. "Easy. Easy as pie!" Her heart was racing but, overall, she was feeling good. "I jump around everywhere. All the time. I can jump 10 feet in the air from standing, huh! This is easy as pie."

Sakura held onto the railing and began to walk forward, psyching herself up. "I'm not nervous or scared anymore, I got this. It's just a platforming section, that's all!" She'd go until she had to start making more jumps, in which case she would wait for the more agile or capable members of the group to catch up.

Planet Mobius - A Sonic Universe Open World

Amy Rose

"Do these shoes come in Hedgehog size?" Amy asked, holding up a pair of pink and white sneakers.

"I beg your pardon?" The cashier asked after a moment. Amy frowned. "Ah, forget it. I'll just stick to the Hedgehog clothing stores. But be sure to give my thanks to the shoe maker for me! These are very pretty sneakers."

"I will, ma'am." The cashier replied not wanting to spoil the girls illusion of how shoe stores worked in the modern era.

"Do you like my bracelets?" She reached up and indicated the golden ring around her wrists.

"Sure do." The cashier responded.

"You don't think they're tacky or anything?" She asked. "What's your name?" Another question, before the previous one could be answered. "It's Jane."

"Hi, Jane! Do you want to get your fortune read?" From somewhere, the pink Hedgehog had produced a deck of fortune cards.

"Um..." She chuckled nervously.

"The Moon Reveeersed..." Amy said mystically, placing the card on the table. It was an image of a sad looking moon, looking over a blue-lit grassy field framed by two ancient twoers. "This represents stability, but stagnation. Easy times are ahead for you, Ms. Jane. You're walking down an easy path, but is it the one you want to follow?"

"I don't really-"

"For the middle card- The Knight of Cups- also reversed." An image of a Mobian knight on a horse, holding an empty gauntlet. "Hmm. Are you feeling jealous? This indicates you feel frustrated that you aren't being given the chance you deserve. That, to me, says that the easy path isn't the one you want to walk." Amy mused. Her gloved hand reached for the third and final card of the reading. Jane blinked, mouth falling open a bit.

"The end card: Patience. Seven of Pentacles." An image of a farmer, waiting for a bush full of pentacle symbols to bloom. "This symbolizes, of course, patience! Chillax, take it slow. Your opportunity will come. So, in summary, you're walking down an easy, content road, but maybe you're frustrated about it. The cards say your moment to shine will come soon, you just have to wait."

Jane blinked at Amy. "But...I'm tired of waiting. I really think I could open my own fashion line! I want to do something with my life!"

"They don't call it a test of patience for nothin'. Jane, Jane. My new friend Jane! Take it easy! You're got a good job, you've got good friends: but I and the cards think you should wait on opening up that fashion shop." Amy collected the tarot cards, shuffled them, and placed them vaguely behind her back where they vanished for view. Jane shook her head. "I- I don't know..."

"And you wanna know somethin' else? Since we're friends now I'll let you in on something." Amy placed her gloved hands on the counter and stood on her tippy toes. Her large emerald eyes stared deep into Jane's. "I've been having visions."

"...Visions?"

"Visions." Amy said with grave sincertiy. "And omens. I've seen signs in the clouds, in the shape of flowers and in the patterns of toasted bread. Something is coming. A calamity. A stopped flow of magma, ready to burst and become lava. The sun must rise, but so too must it set. And Jane, the light is getting very, very, low." Amy stood up on her tippy toes, eyes wide. Jane instinctively took a step back.

Amy rocked back on her heels. "Well! Anyway! I'll see you around, Jane! You're hair is SO pretty, by the way! I love the color! But have you tried dying it pink instead of blue?" Amy giggled, running a finger through her pink bangs. "That was a joke- blue is definitely your color, sister. Buh-bye!" Amy turned, began humming a little tune, and skipped right out the door, leaving Jane to her crisis.

Amy Rose stepped into the sun and breathed in the air of the City. They'd saved the world a year ago. And Amy knew, in her heart of hearts and heart of cards, they would have to save it again. And they would! Her destiny was already written. The City was a vibrant place, and the shoe store Amy was infront of was ontop of a hill. She looked to the left and saw a blue and a yellow blur cross across an intersection. Amy stomped her foot.

"Wha-! Why don't they ever invite me?!" Amy shouted. It wasn't just a question to the air, she made pointed eye-contact with a random passerby and asked him the question. The man flinched and tried to continue on with his phone conversation.

"Why am I always the third wheel between Sonic and Tails? I'm pretty much his girlfriend basically virtually practically! Tails is just a little kid! Shouldn't he be in school or something?!" Amy crossed her arms, tapping her shoe.

"Tails is really nice though." Amy admitted. "And Sonic is definitely allowed to hang out with his friends! Especially someone who's as positive an influence on him as Tails. I mean, without that genius kid, who knows if Eggman would have been defeated! All right, I'll say it. You were right, and I was wrong. Sonic and Tails do make a pretty good team and I don't have a right to all of his time." Amy nodded, smiling. Who was she talking too? It didn't matter.

Amy sighed. "Still...it's been awhile since I've gotten to hang out with anyone..." She mumbled, scuffing her heel on the sidewalk. A melancholic moment passed.

Amy gasped, spotting something. "Hey! You! What kind of dog is that? They're so cuuute! Can I pet it?" She zoomed across the street.