Temperature's Romantic Masochism (Private Roleplay between DeathstroketheHedgehog and Trisell Chronos)


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Participants
Deathstroke the Hedgehog - Samantha (AKA Summer)

Trisell Chronos - Simble

Roleplay Commence!
Done with her galaxy patrolling for the day, Summer decided to land on the nearest planet to find something to eat. She stretched, and took a nice long view.

Deciding to split off from the other triplets, Simble made his way to an uncharted Mobian zone. He soon located civilization, and made his way into a doughnut shop. He was in line--five people in front of him--and then suddenly he wasn't. Quickly taking a doughnut and pre-made beverage, he sat at a nearby table: scrolling through some old book.

Summer ended up feeling in the mood for something sweet, and after some exploration, ended up walking towards the entrance of the doughnut shop.

Upon arriving, she found that some kind of barrier was surrounding the shop. It wasn't visible, but it was felt: like a magnetic field pushing out.

Out of curiosity at this, Summer placed her finger on the field, seeing if any response would happen.

It gently pushed back: bouncing against her. Inside, it appeared that others were inside, going about their day normally.

Summer was confused at the sight of this, moving as close as she can to the shop to peek through the windows.

Slight flickering went off. She could barely see that there was random sperks of empty every couple seconds.

Deciding to investigate this phenomenon fully, she attempted to phase through the field.

The field attempted to resist her. The strength of it pressed back, all of the power stretched now centering at her area. It was straining.

Summer felt the energy, and now began putting her back into it as she struggled to push through. She almost assumed at this point whatever was causing the field was a threat that was trying to hide.

The field fissured out, the glass cracking. Simble looked over to her through the glass, a doughnut halfway in his mouth with no one else in sight.

Seeing Simble made made Summer freeze momentarily, confused at how he was alone, calmly eating a doughnut, despite all that has happened.

He looked back and forth before tilting his head slightly. The crack repaired, and he waved slightly.

Now determined to get questions, Summer tried phasing through once more, with even more force.

She was easily able to get through, though a brief sting went off as she went past the part where the crack had been.

Summer tried to ignore the pain as she entered the building, looking towards the direction where she last saw Simble.

Simble was looking to her still, sitting in wait.

"Uhm, hello?" she said, confused of how this person is still so calm. "..Who are you, exactly?"

"Well..." He leaned back, swallowing a bite. "I am colored impressed," His voice was a mid-pitch smooth, the accent similar to Russian but something... else. He gestured a finger back to the window. "I did not intend for the supernatural to press against my spell."

She glanced back, then turned her head towards Simble. "So you were the one who did that? Why?" she asked.

"Privacy," He informed. He closed the book, a loud whispering coming from it before ending. "Truth be told, these are quite delicious, which should surprise anyone who isn't me," He took another bite.

She walked over to the table of this 'odd fellow', taking a seat in front of him. "There are many other ways to get privacy, sir," she reminded him.

"Pray tell," He gave a brief gesture of his hand to her, as if actually interested to know if she knew more.

...is he new to this planet? Summer thought, it could explain a lot of things.

Summer shifted in her seat to get comfortable. "Well, for one, a park is a pretty peaceful place..."

"That is certainly an option," He nodded with a chuckle.

Summer let out a small sigh. "So... who are you?" she decided to ask with a more cheerful personality.

"Simble Hellervein.  And this one?" He tilted forward slightly.

"'This one' is called Samantha Stone. I'd rather be called Summer," she remarked with a smirk.

"I can see the reasoning," He nodded, giving a gesture to the side of his head, signifying hair.

Summer unconsciously touched her hair. "Oh that? It's a genetic condition, I was born with it," she said, blushing. She was always slightly uncomfortable with talking about that subject.

"An unintentional coincidence I am assured," He gave a small flick to his own yellow-faded bangs.

Summer smiled. "Who knows? It could be fate for all that matters..." she said, reaching out to touch Simble's bangs before realizing what she was doing pulling her hand back.

He didn't seem to retract from this, finding it somewhat entertaining. "Next to intruding on a private 'meal' I can assure you that curious hairline texture-touching is far below on the totem pole of irritations."

Summer nervously laughed at that, awkwardly moving her hand behind her head. "Still.. I guess I should've asked before trying to touch your hair..."

"I will admit," He brushed the side of his side, "I did not anticipate such a large amount of warmth," He slowly stood up, extended his hand out gently. Six fingers. "If I may?"

"Oh.. s-sure, I guess," Summer responded, looking up to Simble.

He gently craned his arm over, lightly brushing the side of her cheek as he brushed through the strands of her hair. A slight sizzling was heard from his hand.

Summer instinctively pulled back. "I'm sorry! I didn't mean to burn you!" She rushed to say, assuming that was the cause.

Simble looked over his hand: black marks having forms over it with a faint amount of smoke. "Well... this certainly is fascinating."

Summer tried cooling her body down to what she thought was a reasonably low temperature. "I.. are you okay, do I need to get burn cream?"

"I will be fine enough," He nodded, smiling reassuredly. "I cannot say that I regret."

"And to think I would have ruined your hair if I did touch you," she said regretfully.

"It would grow back.  I would wager that it would be worth it," He smiled.

Summer stood up out of her seat. "Are.. you saying it'd be okay?.. T-that I uh, feel it?"

He nodded with a slight chuckle. "There is comfort in the presence of someone who fears themselves more than those around themselves."

The smirk reappeared on Summer's face. "A wise person, hm?" She lowered her hand temperature as she walked up close to Simble, standing just a little on her toes as she gentle moved her hand across Simble's left bang.

It felt cold and smooth.

After a moment, Summer slowly pulled her hand away. "Just like mom," she thought out loud.

"... Pardon?" He rose an eyebrow, two of his six ears folding back.

"Sorry, thinking to myself.. your hair is smooth... I like that."

"So I have mother hair?" He chuckled slightly.

Summer gave a small laugh in return. "If you wanna call it mother's hair, sure!" Summer then glanced out the window, seeming to think about something.

"... I take it there were past-tense memories?" He questioned.

Summer nodded, continuing looking out. "They were amazing parents... Sometimes I wished I was a kid for just a bit longer..." she looked back at Simble. "So... How about you?"

He blinked, relaxing back in his chair. "Yes, well... I do have a father or sorts.  My mother... I could probably find some day."

"That.. sound like a mellow history I'm guessing?" Summer said, her ears and tail noticeably lowering.

"Well yes, if there were much history to go through."

"Y-you don't have to talk about it if you don't want to, y'know," Summer responded with a hint of plea.

"Then I will honor your request," He nodded. "I'd rather not dampen the mood of such a lovely personality."

Summer sighed, glad the mood still remained uplifting. "You're too kind of a person to have that kind of past."

"Unfortunately--and with no cruelty implied--you are far too naive a person to not have had a past like that," He noted. "You have this one's gratitude regardless."

"Touché," Summer responded. "Regardless, you're still causing trouble to the peace here... so.... wanna get out of here?"

He blinked. "... Well, is that an offer or simply asking for my 'scattering'?"

Summer quickly looked back, scowling at herself, then redirected her attention. "Sorry, that could've came out more clearly... What I meant to say was..." eventually she shrugged. "I don't know, wanna go on a walk in the park? You wanted peace anyways."

"I should probably return those I removed first," He noted, standing up and picking up his book. A mist began filling the building.

Summer glanced around the area "What are you..."

"A monster of sorts I suppose," He walked to the exit.

Summer jogged up beside him "Don't call yourself that, Simble. You're just.. unique."

He chuckled as they exited, the people from before reappearing inside. "Well I suppose I am that as well.  Though you are certainly unique as well and I wouldn't think of the word 'monster' after these first impressions."

Summer smiled. "I'm not so sure about me.. powers aside, only my fur is weird. At least that's what I think."

"Flame-based powers I gather," He nodded, looking about for this park.

Summer glanced down at her fur, blushing a bit. "It's honestly just a coincidence," she said walking into the entrance of the park.

(Do you want to be in charge of what the area looks like or should I?)

(you go ahead)

( You monster )

Simble walked to her side, just a slight inch or two in front with arms crossed behind his back: a finger tucked underneath the single right-arm black and yellow cuff: which appeared to be his only piece of clothing. He looked slowly about the area, though his six ears twitched occasionally about.

To their far front was a playground atop a soil of cork-wood shreddings, with a tall hillside behind that. To the right were trees, a fountain, some benches and tables, and eventually road, but to the left--far left--was a trail down an incline canyon-like surface past the hill.

Summer took a gaze towards the canyon, being a girl who likes a good view. She initially wasn't paying attention ahead due to it being to the far left.

"You seemed familiar enough with this area," Simble noted. "Are you from this world?"

Summer glanced back. "I'm familiar with knowing if a place will be worth seeing or not. In all honesty, I've almost never been here before... It's just part of my patrol job."

"... A... spacial officer?" He inquired.

"Hmm," she pondered the thought. "I guess you could view it that way, yes," she said, smiling at the thought.

"Is it otherwise specific?" He inquired, following her path.

"It's more like a legalized vigilantism actually. I probably got that hero gene from my parents..." Summer glanced over to Simble. "Enough about me... how about you?"

"... Yes," He sighed out. "I come from a place referred to as 'Gino Pla'Tem'.  I often travel freely with my two siblings."

"Really?" she asked curiously. "How is it there?"

"It has advantages, though... it was never meant to be a permanent housing.  I would compare it to that of one island surviving game show, except it has lasted far too many seasons and you have yet to win, lose, or otherwise be allowed to leave."

"Sounds... fun, adventurous.. but at the same time as if you're trapped in a room with no exit..." Summer's face grew confused as she tried to fit what was said in a scenario, not knowing of the true past of Simble.

"Not very adventerous, no," He sighed with a roll of his eyes. "I would go into more detail, but I do not intend to dampen the mood," He glanced up to the sky, a somewhat droll look at the beaming sun.

Summer looked down for a moment, pondering to herself, then looking back up. "Well, what do you do to lighten the mood?"

"I seek various new things to mentally catalog I suppose.  And yourself?" He began walking toward the trail.

Her ear twitched as she thought about it. "Anything relaxing, really," she said, glancing about the scenery and seeing a crystal clear lake to their left. "I love my job.. but it's always hectic."

"Many battles I assume?" He asked, now turning to the lake.

"Most of my problems are helping civilians, from giving them directions, to saving them from cosmic weather... as for battles, there's been a few of those, most of them because there is a contract on my head."

"Bounty hunters?" He turned to her. "... My apologies, but how old are you, My Lady?"

"Uhm," she shyly glanced away. "It's a bit much to ask the age of a woman's you've just met, right?"

"Yes, I was waging on my pre-apology to help relieve such tension," He noted. "Please understand, I ask simply for the reason of wonder that anyone would decide to 'hunt' someone such as yourself."

"Well, that's the thing... I don't really know why myself," she shrugged, as if it has gotten to the point where it is normal. "I've been trying to find out what the problem is... and the person who put a price on me."

"Hm, do you expect them to arrive here?"

"Um... to be honest, I hope not. It's an on and off thing, sometimes stretching over several months," she shrugged. "I try not to worry about it too much, it's too stressful to think about."

"I would imagine as such.  I cannot personally relate," He commented as they stopped at the lake. "However, I did have ancestors who faced similar problems most-likely if that gives some sign of comfort."

"It doesn't comfort me that people still kill others for money.. I guess it's just in my genes to hate crime, since my parents were heroes." Summer replied, using her heat to sanitize the ground a bit as she sat near the lake, enjoying the view. "If there's one thing I do to relax, it's swimming."

"We have a very particular lake where I come from," Simble noted, allowing the subject to move onward. "Does your zone of origin include a place called 'Mercia'?"

"Um... No, but I've heard of it," she answered "People make it out to sound dangerous."

"Oh?  Really?  Is that for the zone of your origin or in general?"

"Well, at least where I came from.. we were a wealthy planet, and sometimes, sadly, instead of helping others, we looked down to them. It's one of the other reasons I get out of there." Summer shrugs, apparently making it seem like it's not a big deal.

"Mercians were those looked down upon?"

"It was a very wealthy planet.... oddly enough, we've almost never seen war... possibly because of being pretty secluded. I was more on the poor side of the planet, but eh, we managed."

"You were a Mercian then?"

"I--ermm.." Summer eventually sighed, then very faintly said, "yes."

"You certainly turned out much fairer than such a description would imply," He noted.

"We don't really have a good reputation there... it's part of the reason why I moved elsewhere," she said, shrugging. "I'd like to hear more about this lake than go down that memory lane."

"Well where I come from, the entire planet was called 'Mercia' once.  Conquerers... It was short-lived, but a kingdom remained and in every version of Mercia there is a mystical lake."

Summer shyly scratched her ear again. "I know it wasn't exactly my fault, but I'm sorry about that. It's ironic how I grew up to stop things like this..."

He shrugged. "My people were scattered among all countries at that time, and despised by all."

"Well, I could try to work that problem out sometime later than, or is it too risky?"

"It is... complicated," He folded his hands. "At the same time it should not be.  My people are remade now, but we have yet to reclaim our place."

(Hooba dooba)

(.3.)

Summer nodded, then smiled as she crossed her arms. "And here I am slightly moping to myself whenever I think of my past."

"Misery does love company," He chuckled. "But that issue is for the future, so there it will be left," He began walking over the water, sinking just slightly as he went.

Summer followed, not seeming to bother to take of her socks or shoes. "I try not to think of the future, I like enjoying the present to the fullest."