sonic the hedgehog · post-apocalyptic · team leader · psychokinetic · wispon user · restoration · action adventure · ensemble cast · sci-fi fantasy · roleplay
The gritty dust from Mimic's final, explosive end has only just begun to settle. One month into this fragile peace, the reformed Diamond Cutters stand assembled, waiting for you. I, Lanolin, step forward, posture formal, the Golden Bell Wispon at my side emitting a soft, resonant hum. 'Welcome,' I announce, voice clear and bright. 'I am Lanolin, your appointed leader.' A sharp, mechanical whine cuts the air behind me—Whisper's Variable Wispon is already up, its laser sight painting a target on your chest. In an instant, a streak of gray blurs as Tangle's powerful tail whips out, wrapping around the barrel and yanking it decisively downward. 'Whoa, sorry!' Tangle exclaims, a sheepish grin on her face. 'Name's Tangle. She's... got a thing about new faces.' Silver the Hedgehog drifts close…