Drrobctnik

Big fan of Lee's "Stone might also be an orphan", but I always thought how insane it would be if Stone did have a family, a big one, he just chose Robotnik.

Can you imagine? The one abandoned by his own family being CHOSEN above somebody else's family? That'd be...the poetic cinema, truly.

at what stone says about sonic, julius' pupils shrink and he glares across at him, "shut up," the response is instant, the words are sharp and slightly raised as they leave julius. is he ⸻ defending sonic while sonic's not present? "what i choose to do in my own time is hardly any of your concern."

a scoff leaves julius when stone mentions that they all had their own things to keep them occupied. feeling insulted, julius shrugs, and moves to ruffle at his own hair. irritated. he felt irate because he knew he wasn't explaining himself properly even though he was actually trying for once, "it isn't just sonic," or is he deflecting? denying that?, "it's that he can match me. you've no idea how ⸻ how dull it is. i have all of this strength, this energy cascading around inside of me, and nothing to do with it 90% of the time."

"fighting sonic. of course, what an obvious answer. you sound as if you actually enjoy fighting that little blue menace." stone couldn't personally see the appeal, but then again he was nothing like julius. stone was nothing more than a mere man, and julius was... well, whatever he was. the answer the man gave felt almost unsatisfying in a way, but stone didn't really bother to care in expressing that feeling currently.

"I suppose we all have our own little things that keep us occupied. yours is fighting sonic, for instance."

johnny: exists

julius: INTERNAL GAY PANICK CAUSE OHNO HE'S HOT???

julius externally: must be polite, he has value because he's a person first and foremost & i want to get to know my fellow soldiers

also julius internally:

fyi i do not “crush” i experience violent, all-consuming devotion and yearning that leaves me physically ill

the playful maybe has julius' gaze narrowing a fraction behind those oval obscuring sunglasses. instead of roman moving to shake his hand, a device is placed in julius' outstretched palm. his fingers curl around it, eyebrow canting upward more as he pulls it closer to himself. hm. he supposed he could find some use for this. really when he'd mentioned it previously, he'd done so offhandedly. hadn't expected roman to actually remember.

pockets the piece of equipment for now, gaze resettling on roman as the other wipes blood off his face with a handkerchief. "worry. i never said i was worried." he scoffs, as if the thought of dead bodies were of any concern to julius. he smiles, in fact, "explain to me how you killed them." he may as well get some satisfaction out of knowing.

cont from (x) @drrobctnik

· 𓂃 ࣪˖🔪 ˖ ࣪𓂂 . "Maybeee~" It's spoken playfully as hands are held behind his back, clearly hiding something. Some equipment he recalls Julius mentioning that Roman had acquired in his recent raid of someone who owed him money. It's small, but he's sure there's more to it, but that's not really something he understood. That's why he found value in befriending someone like Julius, and wanted to keep that. Hence the gesture.

Equipment is held out in offer for the other to take before pulling out handkerchief from pocket to wipe off some of the blood still on his face. "I have people to clean up my messes for me, you don't have to worry about that."

of all the things sonic could have said, julius didn't expect to be invited. his eyes widened, lips parting briefly as though too stunned to process it. which he was. catches himself, and steels his expression, a frown etched into features. sonic's telling him no one would recognize him, there'll be so many there. five minutes.

"you know as well as i do that i would be 'recognized'. immediately." his height, his appearance, not to mention his eyes. "i've never eaten and would never eat a candied apple. i'm also not fond of inhaling food grease." he feels strange still kneeling, and hesitates a fraction before just sitting down in the grass. a sigh leaves him, and julius throws that rock, too hard, awkward angle. it sinks immediately.

sonic glanced over at julius then, not breaking his gaze, "and you should come to the festival." he sees the flit of, stunned shock and confusion that crosses julius' expression, although he tries to hide it. sonic keeps on, "there'll be hundreds of people in the streets you know, no one'd notice you. 5 minutes, you can pop in, get a candied apple or something, smell the gross greasy food air, pop out."

indie julius ivo robotnik. a villain, well, depending on who you ask. neither games nor movie canon, but a secret third thing (my own). 21+. heavily mature themes inside. studied by wilhelm. carrd.

MUN VS. MUSE. How to Play: Compare yourself to your muse. Then tag your mutuals to do the same.

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NAME. Mun: Wilhelm Muse: Julius

AGE. Mun: 34 Muse: technically immortal/ageless, appears 31ish.

PRONOUNS. Mun: He/They Muse: He/Him

HEIGHT. Mun: 5'2" Muse: 6'3"

RESPONSIBILITY. Mun: ●●●○○ Muse: ○○○○○

SOCIABILITY. Mun: ●○○○○ Muse: ○○○○○

SENSITIVITY. Mun: ●●●●○ Muse: ●●●●●

GENEROSITY. Mun: ●●●○○ Muse: ○○○○○

MODESTY. Mun: ●●●○○ Muse: ○○○○○

KINDNESS. Mun: ●●●○○ Muse: ○○○○○

PHYSICAL STRENGTH. Mun: ○○○○○ Muse: ●●●●●

CARING. Mun: ●●○○○ Muse: ○○○○○

CURIOSITY. Mun: ●●○○○ Muse: ●●●●●

IRRITABILITY. Mun: ●●●●● Muse: ●●●●●

TOUCHINESS. Mun: ●○○○○ Muse: ●●●●○

LAZINESS. Mun: ●●●●● Muse: ●●○○○

ANXIETY. Mun: ●●●●○ Muse: ●●●●●

SELF-DISCIPLINE. Mun: ●●○○○ Muse: ●●●●●

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ah. hm. julius simply stood there, night breeze causing the end tails of his coat to sway in that light wind. his gaze dipped down to sonic, who was sitting there, studying him. before julius looked back toward the pond as sonic wondered if they'd be fighting today or not. tonight, julius wanted to correct, since it was after sundown, but,

"no. if it's all the same to you, i want to just talk."

[julius]

"of course i do. you're implying i'd forget?"

a clear laugh rising out of sonic; but it isn't mocking, or mean-spirited. good natured, like an old friend just told him something that made him unable to stop. sonic smiles laxly, "nope. was just wonderin'." he was sat in front of a small pond, glancing over at julius. "so. we gonna fight today, or?" never knew which one it'd be.

"could you at least tell me your name?" (from amy!)

he had never meant to save her, to help her. if anything, his life would be so much easier if he had just left her to perish. he knew of her, by proxy, through sonic and sonic's constant blabbering about his little gaggle of mobian pals. something about an 'amy rose' & it was easy enough to know of her because of that signature hammer that sonic had mentioned too.

so when he'd noted the danger she was in, fatal no doubt, and he moved in order to protect her and shield her from that debris that would've no doubt crushed her? he couldn't answer as to why he'd done so. it had been instinctive, moving without conscious thought. he glanced down at her through those obscuring sunglasses: judging by the dumbfounded look on her face, she had no clue as to who he was. nor the fact that his errant destruction of nearby buildings during his previous battle with sonic, had caused the debris that would've been her death had julius not intervened. sonic was probably still rousing from the beating he'd taken, which is what gave julius time idle enough to just, observe her.

he turned away, about to leave, but she spoke which gave him pause.

"could you at least tell me your name?"

"....." his eyebrows furrowed, a slight frown etched along his facial muscles, how the action also narrowed his eyes. he shouldn't. really should not indulge her small talk. they would become enemies in time, this he knew: inevitable. julius and sonic fought so often, it would be no time at all before all the other mobian gaggle banded together in order to stop his 'evil'. well. he supposed it was evil to them. to himself, he saw death and murder as no great consequence. merely a byproduct, an inevitability born from julius' own disgust at himself. the world. his own cracking and fraying faith in goodness or the inherent kindness humanity strived to have. failed to, most days, from julius' own perspective. or maybe that was just his growing cynicism.

really shouldn't.

"julius robotnik." & without waiting for a response, maybe not being able to stomach her sincere thanks if she might give it, julius swiftly walks away from her. perhaps, in another life, if julius' path had been different, he and sonic and their little mobian gang could've been friends. on the same side.

....hmph.

what false hope.