I think I am going to be on hiatus for a little while. Some personal problems in my life, combined with some unpleasant feelings that pop up when I log onto my Sonic accounts, are keeping me from enjoying myself here. (I am also kingofthefreepeople and fangedsniper, for those that didn’t know.) I also have some issues to deal with involving all my muses and how their backstories are written, which need to be addressed at some point if I’m to continue RPing these characters, but I am not in the mood to address that right now and probably won’t be for a while due to the more pressing family and health concerns.
I don’t intend to log in again until I feel better, so if you want to contact me, please contact me on my personal blog: nack-mun. I will be continuing to RP on my star trek blog in the meantime. I’m sorry for the inconvenience this causes anyone.
Mordred, as soon as he was released, pulled his hands back— and found some of Khan’s flesh and fur in his hands as a result. He tossed them to the side however, glaring at the simian.
Now that he had gotten Khan to let go of him, he could actually make some progress in beating him down. He was surprised that Khan was able to stand the blow to the chest, but more importantly having some of his fur and flesh ripped off. There was something very very odd about this Mobian indeed.
Well, this just made him want to figure out what that was. Yet, at this moment, he found himself wanting more over to beat Khan into submission rather than figure out what exactly made him different from most Mobian’s.
As Khan lunged at him, Mordred make a quick step to the side to avoid being choked— his mind raced to figure out how exactly he could subdue the monkey without having to risk having his neck wrung. For now he’d just try to avoid getting attacked.
All that Khan could think about was getting his fists around that reptile’s thick ugly neck and choking the life right out of him. He was enraged - furious - and self control was rapidly ebbing for him as he leapt forward, the bastard’s reptilian face looming sharply closer, that slick scaly skin, those bulging eyes. Oh he just wanted to wallop him one. Teach him just how heavy a real cyborg could hit…
But then Hood stepped aside, and the snake’s swift move worked a treat. Khan was already in mid-air before Hood shuffled out of the way, and - too late now to abort the move - the simian found himself hitting the ground with a heavy clanking thunk, limbs failing awkwardly as he clattered to the floor.
"Aurgh!" Immediately he dropped into a roll, in an attempt to break his fall… but he hadn’t quite been quick enough, and thus he was a little winded. He struggled to his feet regardless, somewhat disoriented as he attempted to gather himself. His atom bat had dropped from his hand when he’d hit the ground. He reached awkwardly to grab for it.
((Sorry for being so slow on everything! I’ve had some life problems (which I mentioned on MK but forgot to reblog here) and have been feeling slightly blah about RPing in general lately… I will reply to stuff I promise! I’m just going through a bit of a slow patch right now and am spending more time messing about wasting time than on doing threads, due to feeling blah.))
Julian angrily walked over to the limp Khan and swiftly brought his left fist down to punch Khan in the head, hoping to at the least, use the force of metal on metal to knock him out. It likely wouldn’t work, but Julian wasn’t in the mood to care anymore. He grabbed Khan once again and lifted him into the air, throwing him at the table. The table moved to catch Khan, and put him in much stronger magnetic restraints. “No more FUCKUPS.” Julian growled.
"I’m going to do this scan, I’m going to get the data I want. And then you are going back to YOUR ZONE." He said, activating the machines again.
The various probes and sensors floated around Khan, taking data without much harm. A few jabbed him, and some even tried to take some blood. When that failed, some stronger needles came, strong enough to pierce even metal. Julian would get his data, and now he didn’t care if he killed Khan in the process.
The entire procedure would take a half hour…. and at long last, Julian got his data. He walked over to the crown, picking it up and placing it back on Khan’s head. He did just a moments worth of scanning after that to see the major differences between Khan normally, and Khan with the crown.
The table then finally released Khan, and a Warp Ring was opened back to his Zone. “It’s done. Now you either leave NOW, or I’ll use more lightning to nullify and then KILL YOU.”
He had his crown back, was back under his own control. The relief as the stress and the weight was lifted from his limbs was overpowering - gulping, he filled his lungs with as much air as he could, his strained heart pumping hard to beat blood around his body as he began to recover.
At this point Khan could have flown at the madman, wrenched him limb from limb or torn his throat right out. But he was tired and he was weakened… and he’d had enough.
If looks could kill, Robotnik would have been a dead man. The scowl that Khan possessed as he scooped up his atom bat and cradeled it to him would have made angels cry. He was almost quivering with rage as he made for the warp ring…
But… home. Home. That seemed like a nice place right about now. And who knew what further tricks this man might have up his sleeve if the monkey continued his violent wrath? And so… tail between the legs, and without taking his eyes from his oppressor for a second, Khan, slowly, slowly, slunk away. Into the warp ring, and then he was gone.
If that man ever came back to his zone… well, next time Khan would be ready. He’d kill him on the spot.
((its ok khan i love you))
((Your fanmail only makes me want to be even more brutal.
Y’know, it’s like they’re egging me on man, like oh you think THIS is nasty? You ain’t seen nothin yet.
((Since this was fanmail I will keep it anonymous but
Khan is gaining so many fans
THEY WERE SENT BY THE SAME PERSON BUT BESIDES THE POINT))
He fell on the ground feeling, perhaps, thankful that Khan had released him. Oh he wanted to rest his body, but he didn’t want to be in an eternal rest, for the sake of his friends. Unable to stand up properly he made do with retreating back to the wall, shuffling his body towards and leaning on it, trying to regain his breath.
As he panted, his eyes caught glimpse of that atom bat Khan had left on the floor. It was a great opportunity to get it and use it against the other to let him free. His tail reached out towards it, eyes keeping close concentration on the other and—Ah! Yes! He got it. Before Khan could react he made sure to pull it onto his lap and place his hands over it. “I’m not going to d-do anything, I’m just making sure you don’t either.”
Hands gripped around the steel bat as he continued his heavy breathing, just thinking of a way to answer. “It is-Whether you chose to believe it is or not-the truth. I was going to visit the zone of a friend and ended up here, this could be the zone they live in but this clearly is not the area he lives in. I didn’t know I was…H-here, which is why I did not see threat with walking alone. I have c-caused you trouble and I am sorry for doing so.”
The pain was still there, but not what he was currently focusing on. Khan had calmed down from his tantrum and that alone relieved the chameleon. He needed to do his best to keep the other in this manner, and whilst he expected Khan to get angry about Espio stealing the atom bat, Espio was far then able to be a threat at the moment.
The reptile blinked a moment at the age comment— he certainly didn’t look thirty-five. He raised a brow for a brief moment before narrowing his eyes once more— this wasn’t what he had to focus on.
He prepared to tighten his grip, that is until Khan gripped the snake’s hands. Mordred attempted to keep his grip around the monkey, baring his fangs a little, yet inwardly he was surprised. Khan looked like a fairly ordinary Mobian to him— why on Mobius did he have this much strength??
Tch. The reptile pushed this thought aside— it wasn’t his concern at the moment. Surely he could find out later on, once he beat this ‘king’ into submission. That was easier said than done. Khan was already able to start slowly prying Mordred’s hands off of him. Mordred hissed. He couldn’t use his hands at the moment to fight him…But he had other means.
"You’ve made a grave mistake." He growled out, before kicking Khan square in the chest with as much power as he could muster at this angle and distance.
His first priority was to get the monkey off of him. He didn’t like being at this close distance anymore now that he realized that the king had strength that could rival his own— he’d put distance between them before he tried anything else.
The monkey was making progress in prying Hood’s cold robotic fingers off himself - the snake was a stronger foe than a regular mobian, yet not quite strong enough to resist Khan’s own strength. Gritting his teeth he prepared to give a final, wrenching tug - hopefully enough to pull those fingers right off the hand that held him…
But Khan never got to complete that move. In the next instant, a metal foot was raised, colliding heavily into his chest with a thick mechanical clank. He stumbled - wrenching himself from the snake’s grip as he stumbled back, off-balance. Some fur and a little flesh had torn from his throat in doing so, but the sudden thumping pain in his chest was far greater. Khan’s ribs might have been made from metal, but the skin and muscle that stretched over them was organic… and that had hurt!
“Bastard…” he seethed. Though it throbbed, the pain wasn’t enough to floor the simian, and right now, it fuelled him. Fuelled his anger and his desire to retaliate. A burning hatred had begun to swarm in the back of his mind the instant that Hood had dared to touch him, and now… in the heat of the moment… he wanted nothing more than to beat him back down.
Without another thought than, Khan flung himself at Hood, hands reaching forward in the choking position, ready to grasp the snake by that fleshy neck of his and choke the very life right out of him.