Tap a rhythm against the floor Rouge grunts when she comes to. Whatever got her must've got her good, because all she can feel is the pressure of something cold against her whole body. But apparently, that 'bot must not've been happy enough with the job because when she first tries to shift to glare back at it, she finds out quickly that she can't. And as that thought processes, so does the steady increase in pressure. And it's a bizarre pressure, one that feels like that time she grabbed a turtle to swim against a current on a treasure hunt, the water slowly starting to test the limits of her ability to hold her breath, the current and depth alike placing just enough pressure against her before—
—releasing her at the other end of the path, just like now. Like breaching the surface, the water tension splitting over fur and skin, but this time Rouge is facing ahead rather than swimming upward. The toe of her boot skims the dampened floor as her wings snap open with another scattering of water to lift up some foot or so above it as she whips around to see where she's come from, because this sure as anything doesn't look like where she was before. It doesn't look like anywhere she's been lately, even, especially not with the water.
And a mirror without a reflection is just as bizarre.
Also pretty worthless, if anyone asked her.
With a toss of her head, Rouge casts her gaze about for something more useful than a solid black not-mirror, and in so-doing catches the rocking motion of what has to be a vessel's movement before she decides to set down. It takes a second to get used to, wings flapping to make sure she stays upright, and a heel disturbs the puddle left in the wake of her... emergence or whatever it is.
"And I thought the White Space was strange..." she mumbles, cautiously continuing her survey of the room. Folding her arms loosely across her middle, she lets her weight shift, tapping the toe of one heart-tipped boot against the marble-like floor. Mirrors, mirrors, everywhere, huh? Not really the sort of shiny she's typically drawn to, unfortunately.
"You know," she announces with a frown, "I'm getting really tired of forces pulling me this way and that. I decide where I go."
And with that, almost like a personal punctuation, she stomps her way out of the room, fully intent on figuring out a way out of here. The mirror's not likely, given its new look, but maybe there's someone here who can answer that question for her.
To look for another door She does not like this place, Rouge decides. It's dreary as anything—better suited to someone of Shadow's persuasion than hers. A clear night where she can slip between the shadows on the hunt... That'd be better. Or somewhere nice!
Maybe once she gets out, she'll badger try to convince Shadow to go to the beach with her. Omega, too, if he isn't on assignment and wants (might not be much for him to do other than obliterate watermelons or beach balls, so maybe somewhere else).
Wherever she is right now, though, she can't help but think back to stories about Chaos. She hadn't been in town for that particular event, but she'd read about it: a watery god of destruction, thunder, rain, and lightning, the danger of rising waters once he'd acquired the power of the Chaos Emeralds... But the description she'd gotten from Sonic and the others had been... sad. A protector abused by Eggman. She grimaces at that thought, opting to blame the dreary weather and the ubiquitousness of water where it isn't supposed to be, turning in place to walk backward a few steps as she holds her gaze upward.
...And then of course: mirrors. Entirely too many of them, even for her. It's actually pretty disorienting, which is part of why she's tried to look up to avoid the headache all that is invariably going to cause, but in so doing she, uh. Rather narrowly avoids running directly into someone, hearing their footsteps before seeing them.
"Hey!" But it's a person, so she can at least ask questions.
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Rouge the Bat | Sonic the Hedgehog (games)
Tap a rhythm against the floor
Rouge grunts when she comes to. Whatever got her must've got her good, because all she can feel is the pressure of something cold against her whole body. But apparently, that 'bot must not've been happy enough with the job because when she first tries to shift to glare back at it, she finds out quickly that she can't. And as that thought processes, so does the steady increase in pressure. And it's a bizarre pressure, one that feels like that time she grabbed a turtle to swim against a current on a treasure hunt, the water slowly starting to test the limits of her ability to hold her breath, the current and depth alike placing just enough pressure against her before—
—releasing her at the other end of the path, just like now. Like breaching the surface, the water tension splitting over fur and skin, but this time Rouge is facing ahead rather than swimming upward. The toe of her boot skims the dampened floor as her wings snap open with another scattering of water to lift up some foot or so above it as she whips around to see where she's come from, because this sure as anything doesn't look like where she was before. It doesn't look like anywhere she's been lately, even, especially not with the water.
And a mirror without a reflection is just as bizarre.
Also pretty worthless, if anyone asked her.
With a toss of her head, Rouge casts her gaze about for something more useful than a solid black not-mirror, and in so-doing catches the rocking motion of what has to be a vessel's movement before she decides to set down. It takes a second to get used to, wings flapping to make sure she stays upright, and a heel disturbs the puddle left in the wake of her... emergence or whatever it is.
"And I thought the White Space was strange..." she mumbles, cautiously continuing her survey of the room. Folding her arms loosely across her middle, she lets her weight shift, tapping the toe of one heart-tipped boot against the marble-like floor. Mirrors, mirrors, everywhere, huh? Not really the sort of shiny she's typically drawn to, unfortunately.
"You know," she announces with a frown, "I'm getting really tired of forces pulling me this way and that. I decide where I go."
And with that, almost like a personal punctuation, she stomps her way out of the room, fully intent on figuring out a way out of here. The mirror's not likely, given its new look, but maybe there's someone here who can answer that question for her.
To look for another door
She does not like this place, Rouge decides. It's dreary as anything—better suited to someone of Shadow's persuasion than hers. A clear night where she can slip between the shadows on the hunt... That'd be better. Or somewhere nice!
Maybe once she gets out, she'll
badgertry to convince Shadow to go to the beach with her. Omega, too, if he isn't on assignment and wants (might not be much for him to do other than obliterate watermelons or beach balls, so maybe somewhere else).Wherever she is right now, though, she can't help but think back to stories about Chaos. She hadn't been in town for that particular event, but she'd read about it: a watery god of destruction, thunder, rain, and lightning, the danger of rising waters once he'd acquired the power of the Chaos Emeralds... But the description she'd gotten from Sonic and the others had been... sad. A protector abused by Eggman. She grimaces at that thought, opting to blame the dreary weather and the ubiquitousness of water where it isn't supposed to be, turning in place to walk backward a few steps as she holds her gaze upward.
...And then of course: mirrors. Entirely too many of them, even for her. It's actually pretty disorienting, which is part of why she's tried to look up to avoid the headache all that is invariably going to cause, but in so doing she, uh. Rather narrowly avoids running directly into someone, hearing their footsteps before seeing them.
"Hey!" But it's a person, so she can at least ask questions.
I am slipping into the mystery of the night
Wildcard! Got an idea? Something based on another prompt? I'm game!