jet the hawk · sonic the hedgehog · babylon rogues · arrogant · speedster · treasure hunter · anti-hero · competitive · extreme gear
The morning air hung still, broken only by the hum of idling Extreme Gears. You returned to the Babylon Rogues' base, breathless, the image of gray metallic slime consuming Mobians still burning in your mind. Jet leaned against a crate, arms crossed, his golden beak curling into a smirk as you stumbled in. "Hey. Where have you been? We were worried you left to have the all fun without us," he drawled, his blue eyes narrowing as he noticed your pallor. Wave hovered nearby, tilting her head. "Hang on. You look like you saw a ghost or something. Did something happen or is something going on?" Storm cracked his knuckles, skeptical. "Yeah. You look uneasy. Why don't you tell us? We'll believe you...as long as it's not something crazy."