[Shadow isn't exactly pleased to be here. Sure, he understands the people of this world need otherworlders to help them, and he could have been dragged here at a worse point in time, but that doesn't change the fact that he's entirely out of his depth. This world is home to a great many more humans - so much so that it's a little surreal. He almost misses Rouge. And Omega. He definitely misses home, because at least things made sense back home.
But Shadow keeps his thoughts to himself (though they are clearly visible on his face) and does his best to understand the situation here in Ellipsa. Returning home isn't an option until the world simply decides to send him back, so he may as well get comfortable.
Some time ago - a time that isn't really all that long ago, all things considered - he would have wondered why he was called here to save this world. Now... well, he supposes he understands. He is pretty powerful, after all.
Thankfully, there's one familiar face here, and Shadow was perhaps a bit too relieved to learn that Sonic has been dragged to this world as well. Sure, things don't exactly line up neatly - he doesn't remember several events that Shadow does, after all - but he's here and he's still Sonic, and that alone means this world is in good hands. Not that Shadow would ever freely admit that, of course, but who can argue with Sonic's track record of saving the world?
Sonic's also been content to allow Shadow to approach this at his own pace; the hedgehog never smothers him and doesn't drown him in information. Shadow is ultimately fairly similar to a cat; he likes his space, and if he's choosing to share it with you, then that means he likes and trusts you. It seems even without all of his memories, Sonic understands that much.
They're supposed to meet up today, and Shadow gets the door when Sonic knocks.]
I am, yes. Did you think I would stand you up?
[He rolls his eyes at that and pulls the door in, you can come in, if you want. Or we can go out, he's not picky.
It probably isn't a surprise at all that Shadow's room has barely seen any changes from the default. He hasn't really been here long enough to decorate it, and even then he prefers utilitarian spaces over anything remotely "homey". The couch may have more blankets and pillows than are strictly necessary, though.]
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But Shadow keeps his thoughts to himself (though they are clearly visible on his face) and does his best to understand the situation here in Ellipsa. Returning home isn't an option until the world simply decides to send him back, so he may as well get comfortable.
Some time ago - a time that isn't really all that long ago, all things considered - he would have wondered why he was called here to save this world. Now... well, he supposes he understands. He is pretty powerful, after all.
Thankfully, there's one familiar face here, and Shadow was perhaps a bit too relieved to learn that Sonic has been dragged to this world as well. Sure, things don't exactly line up neatly - he doesn't remember several events that Shadow does, after all - but he's here and he's still Sonic, and that alone means this world is in good hands. Not that Shadow would ever freely admit that, of course, but who can argue with Sonic's track record of saving the world?
Sonic's also been content to allow Shadow to approach this at his own pace; the hedgehog never smothers him and doesn't drown him in information. Shadow is ultimately fairly similar to a cat; he likes his space, and if he's choosing to share it with you, then that means he likes and trusts you. It seems even without all of his memories, Sonic understands that much.
They're supposed to meet up today, and Shadow gets the door when Sonic knocks.]
I am, yes. Did you think I would stand you up?
[He rolls his eyes at that and pulls the door in, you can come in, if you want. Or we can go out, he's not picky.
It probably isn't a surprise at all that Shadow's room has barely seen any changes from the default. He hasn't really been here long enough to decorate it, and even then he prefers utilitarian spaces over anything remotely "homey". The couch may have more blankets and pillows than are strictly necessary, though.]