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Who: Knuckles (wears_a_torc) & Sonic (the_blueblur)
Where: The woods.
When: The Evening of the day River spilled Knux’s secrets.
Rating: PG
Summary: Knuckles has had enough of City life, Sonic’s come to knock some sense into him.
the log:
Knuckles had never been one for keeping track of the date. One day was much like the other as far as he had been concerned. But that was before he had come here. Now he counted days...the forty nine days that he had forgotten, for a time at least, the thirty eight days since he had returned, since Vichama had...
Knuckles slammed his fist into the trunk of the tree he was sitting in, with a loud crack a split appeared in the wood.
He still didn’t have his strength under control, the tree and the door to his room testified to that fact. Maybe it was reckless to leave the safety of the high school in this condition, but...he needed some space to breath.
So what if he were monsters in the woods, there were just as many monsters in the rougher parts of the city. The important thing was that there were no people out here. No one living next door, no one walking past his room to use the stairs, no one living above him...No out of control seers broadcasting his failures to anyone who would listen.
...He wasn’t sure how many days it had been since the Special Zone had been destroyed.
This time when Knuckles punched the tree the top creaked and groaned before with loud crash it fell from the lower part of the trunk.
Where: The woods.
When: The Evening of the day River spilled Knux’s secrets.
Rating: PG
Summary: Knuckles has had enough of City life, Sonic’s come to knock some sense into him.
the log:
Knuckles had never been one for keeping track of the date. One day was much like the other as far as he had been concerned. But that was before he had come here. Now he counted days...the forty nine days that he had forgotten, for a time at least, the thirty eight days since he had returned, since Vichama had...
Knuckles slammed his fist into the trunk of the tree he was sitting in, with a loud crack a split appeared in the wood.
He still didn’t have his strength under control, the tree and the door to his room testified to that fact. Maybe it was reckless to leave the safety of the high school in this condition, but...he needed some space to breath.
So what if he were monsters in the woods, there were just as many monsters in the rougher parts of the city. The important thing was that there were no people out here. No one living next door, no one walking past his room to use the stairs, no one living above him...No out of control seers broadcasting his failures to anyone who would listen.
...He wasn’t sure how many days it had been since the Special Zone had been destroyed.
This time when Knuckles punched the tree the top creaked and groaned before with loud crash it fell from the lower part of the trunk.