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If the misery that hung in the air like drapes was tangible, a butter knife could cut through the latter.
Of course, misery wasn't tangible, it just surrounded the whole of one's being. Just like joy or anger or excitement. Emotions swallowed the place in which they emanated, and it was clear that Knothole was being devoured by misery and grief. The death of Princess Sally was all anyone talked about these days, and if you tried to forget about it for a while, the thought of her soon sprang back up into your mind, whether you overheard a passing conversation, or you glanced out onto the street into a sea of black clothed Mobians. Her memory was everywhere. And so were the accusations.
All around, Sonic was being blamed as the murderer. Loyal followers of the Acorn family pinned it all on the unfortunate hedgehog, who had long since disappeared into the depths of the great forest. Others said it was the work of some rising evil, a criminal following the footsteps of Dr. Robotnik. But there was no comfort in an unknown evil, putting your faith that something dark was out there and you had no way to fight it. So the masses chose Sonic as the scapegoat.
But there was no justice in that.There was no justice anywhere in the city of mourning. Black clothes did nothing to hide the facts from the rest of the world: with the Princess dead and gone, people had lost hope. And without hope of a better future, the darker side of society had begin to rise.
But the black-clothes didn't care. They wallowed about in their misery, trudging through the streets like a caterpillar on it's last legs. The slow moving mass of black seemed to envelop the entire area with its presence. But through this throng of black, a single speck of white broke through. She moved through the crowds, against the flow of it all, and walked with a fast, brisk pace. Behind her, a second beacon. The dragon followed closely at her heels, gliding through the air on unseen hands of wind. She pondered these things as the civilians parted like water underneath the hull of a boat, and breezed past her. They only paused to stare at the reptilian in the air for a small moment, then returned to their walking.
She knew she wouldn't be allowed to look into the incident anymore than the next average Joe without police credentials, but the case of it interested her. Mysterious deaths seemed to be her forte in the matter. Her head turned around and she looked over her shoulder to see if the dragon was keeping up. He was, and at a steady pace. He overtook her and soared through the air, dipping and diving through the sky, weaving in and out of the trees. A foolish grin spread across her face, in a complete and stark contrast to the mood around her.The dragon returned to her side, gliding through the air. Her smile faded as the two entered the square.
"Well, where to, my overly enthusiastic reptilian friend?" she said, sticking her hands into the pockets of her pants. The dragon landed with a thud on the ground, and shook like a wet dog.
"First of all, I'm your brother, not a friend" he said. His voice was smooth and clear, like a young man's. His eyes were reminiscent of a fragile past and a life in the air, but also filled with fire and certain adamant gleam. "And second, we have no leads. How do you think we're ever going to start?"
The fox smiled, and took her hands out of her pockets. "Well, we start by asking around" she said, and pushed a rogue hair from her face. The dragon shook his head and sighed, releasing a wisp of flame in doing so.
"Honestly AJ, I don't understand what goes on in that head of yours half the time."
"You should get inside it sometime. It's like a movie"
"You make the strangest comparisons"
"Thank you"
Of course, misery wasn't tangible, it just surrounded the whole of one's being. Just like joy or anger or excitement. Emotions swallowed the place in which they emanated, and it was clear that Knothole was being devoured by misery and grief. The death of Princess Sally was all anyone talked about these days, and if you tried to forget about it for a while, the thought of her soon sprang back up into your mind, whether you overheard a passing conversation, or you glanced out onto the street into a sea of black clothed Mobians. Her memory was everywhere. And so were the accusations.
All around, Sonic was being blamed as the murderer. Loyal followers of the Acorn family pinned it all on the unfortunate hedgehog, who had long since disappeared into the depths of the great forest. Others said it was the work of some rising evil, a criminal following the footsteps of Dr. Robotnik. But there was no comfort in an unknown evil, putting your faith that something dark was out there and you had no way to fight it. So the masses chose Sonic as the scapegoat.
But there was no justice in that.There was no justice anywhere in the city of mourning. Black clothes did nothing to hide the facts from the rest of the world: with the Princess dead and gone, people had lost hope. And without hope of a better future, the darker side of society had begin to rise.
But the black-clothes didn't care. They wallowed about in their misery, trudging through the streets like a caterpillar on it's last legs. The slow moving mass of black seemed to envelop the entire area with its presence. But through this throng of black, a single speck of white broke through. She moved through the crowds, against the flow of it all, and walked with a fast, brisk pace. Behind her, a second beacon. The dragon followed closely at her heels, gliding through the air on unseen hands of wind. She pondered these things as the civilians parted like water underneath the hull of a boat, and breezed past her. They only paused to stare at the reptilian in the air for a small moment, then returned to their walking.
She knew she wouldn't be allowed to look into the incident anymore than the next average Joe without police credentials, but the case of it interested her. Mysterious deaths seemed to be her forte in the matter. Her head turned around and she looked over her shoulder to see if the dragon was keeping up. He was, and at a steady pace. He overtook her and soared through the air, dipping and diving through the sky, weaving in and out of the trees. A foolish grin spread across her face, in a complete and stark contrast to the mood around her.The dragon returned to her side, gliding through the air. Her smile faded as the two entered the square.
"Well, where to, my overly enthusiastic reptilian friend?" she said, sticking her hands into the pockets of her pants. The dragon landed with a thud on the ground, and shook like a wet dog.
"First of all, I'm your brother, not a friend" he said. His voice was smooth and clear, like a young man's. His eyes were reminiscent of a fragile past and a life in the air, but also filled with fire and certain adamant gleam. "And second, we have no leads. How do you think we're ever going to start?"
The fox smiled, and took her hands out of her pockets. "Well, we start by asking around" she said, and pushed a rogue hair from her face. The dragon shook his head and sighed, releasing a wisp of flame in doing so.
"Honestly AJ, I don't understand what goes on in that head of yours half the time."
"You should get inside it sometime. It's like a movie"
"You make the strangest comparisons"
"Thank you"
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far beyond the sun down
far beyond the moonlight
far beyond the moonlight
