Indie Julius Ivo Robotnik — Written By WILHELM — Semi-selective , Ask Box Open , Anon Is On , Threads

you're not? that's a shame. immediately, a blush rises onto julius' expression, eyes widening a fraction in stunned surprise. o-oh. he clears his throat again as the pretty blonde stands up sharply, agreeing to the coffee. at that, julius flashes a soft, bright smile, "oh that's great. er, is there a shop nearby that you want to go to?" julius didn't quite know the area - newer to gotham - and he figured that it be better to let this guy take the reigns, lead.

· 𓂃 ࣪˖🔪 ˖ ࣪𓂂 . Head raises from magazine he was sifting through when he hears voice and eyes are quick to assess the other man in front of him. Nice face, he looks tall too. Body leans back fully in seat as he remained silent with ramblings, faint smirk on his face the entire time. "You're not? That's a shame." Said offhandedly before abruptly standing. A hand ran through hair to push a few strands out of his face. "'kay, I can go for a coffee. I wasn't waiting for anyone by the way."

laugh tumbles out of him again, continuously, even as he's hit by that chaos energy and sent spinning and hurtling skyward. his hair starts to dishevel, mussed and messy bangs hanging over his forehead. & by now, especially from that spinning, those sunglasses have fallen off his face and clattered against the ground. so, when julius STOPS ON A DIME AND HOVERS there in the sky, shadow will be able to see julius' brilliantly glowing crimson red eyes, eclipsed only by the never ending void that were the black sclera of his eyes.

julius is teleporting in front of shadow then, looming and towering over him. shadow will feel it then, like a pressure: like the sheer energy from julius' presence and mounting chaos energy alone may root shadow to the spot. he doesn't grace shadow with a response, not right now. too lost in that NEED FOR MORE, MORE⸻

he's grabbing shadow by one of his raised wrists, that grin never having left julius this entire time. & with the ease that one might use to swat a fly ⸻ or move a newspaper off a table ⸻ julius breaks shadow's arm to the point that shadow's raised fist will be unnaturally bent backwards and yet up towards his own face.

   ⌦ HOW UNNAFFECTED THE other was made his fur bristle in frustration. Even being LAUGHED at fueled his rage. The hedgehog was ready to strike again, only to be met with brute force after brute force. Meeting the soil below, the hedgehog's claws tore out of the gloves tips, digging into the flesh. Being winded by the blow and now suffocating, Shadow's scrambling to pry the human off began to become frantic. Dissociation started to seep in, the dusk sky shifting in and out between bright white lamp lighting. The familiar feeling stirred a pool of panic within his gut. The words grilled into him caused the alien hedgehog to recoil into the dirt. He couldn't be trapped like this. Not again. 

         Hate, fury and fear glossed over those ruby cat eyes. They sparked over an orange hue as chaos energy began to spike. He wasn't able to do his full potential with the limiter rings on. Shadow had to do something. And fast. Bloodied claws glittered with electricity, twinning with the quills. A strained grunt was what he managed to get out, two fists of charged up energy hitting the man in the chest. Hard enough to send him flying. As soon as he was freed, he rose from the dent in the earth, coughing and rubbing his throat. 

      "W-what. . . are you?" The way he took other mortals down so easily looked like child's play with this man. Julius wasn't anything like what he was used to. It was like meeting a scientist face to face again when he was small and weak. Hands trembled as they lifted up into fists like a boxer, ears flattening down and backwards. 

🎶 ACTUAL CANNIBAL JULIUS ROBOTNIK!!!!! 🎶

You're walking in the woods There's no one around and your phone is dead Out of the corner of your eye, you spot him (Julius Robotnik )

@drrobctnik

curious, julius glanced over when he noted movement, and saw sonic rummaging around the grass. what was he doing? then, sonic's picking up a - rock? julius' eyebrow raised. tossing, it skips before going into the water. sonic mentions it not being 'flat' enough. if that's the case.....

he bends down, gloved hand feeling through the grass, until he feels a sizeable rock, flatter than sonic's. smirking, julius lifted it and closed an eye, staring at the pond as if that'd help him aim better.

he tossed that rock, and it skipped about several times before finally submerging. a smile crossed julius' expression at the realization. hmph. how stupid.

at that, sonic gave a soft, understanding smile. he shrugged a little bit, "no problem," then thought about what to talk about. not like he and julius ran with the same circles, or really talked outside of fighting or battle quips. his gaze lowers to the grass, fingers roamed until he felt a small pebble. lifting it up, sonic tossed that rock and watched it skip across the pond about twice before sinking, "drat, not flat enough."

julius had zero idea who either of those men that johnny mentioned were. he decided to save himself the embarrassment of admitting as such though. made a mental note to go digging later to see if he could figure out some info. maybe learn about pompadours in the process. silently watches as johnny tries to comb a hand through his hair but can't, and hums a touch at that. he really had enjoyed his previous hairstyle, hadn't he?

he starts to want to smile, mostly to try and reassure johnny. but it stops short when johnny mispronounces his last name horridly. if he had any sense of pride in his family, he'd feel offended. he could care less though. at least from those terms. mostly it was not wanting other soldiers to hear: that'd catch on, in an annoying way. he'd probably be called ro-butt-nik for the rest of his deployment here if that happened.

"....agreed. robbie would be for the best," he certainly hoped that johnny could at least pronounce the name julius without fumbling. though he's still walking, mentally julius does pause: why is he already thinking of johnny calling him by his first name? that feels, sudden. well. he supposes, for what it's worth, he's enjoyed johnny's company thus far. and, if he's allowed to be so bold, it would be.... nice to be able to see johnny more than just the once.

"er, well, let's see," julius begins to point out the usual areas: the barracks where the lower level soldiers slept, and then mentioning the higher tiers and how they all got their own separate quarters, increasing in size until getting to the basically apartment like rooms of the superiors. mentions how a lot of the corridors here are long on purpose, in order to deter would-be assailants or thieves from trying to break into this particular G.U.N base.

"that's why our basic training focused on physical fitness: they're expecting us to be able to run through these halls within a moment's notice during alarms or in case of an attack."

"Well, y' know... a pompadour! Think, uh... Elvis Presley. Or James Dean! Grease. Y' know, that type o' thing." He runs a hand through his hai—oh... It's not there anymore. Right. Johnny awkwardly cleared his throat.

He follows by Julius's side. Even though the buzzing of his head had gotten him down, at this rate he was just happy enough to have somebody nice and around his own age to talk to (or so he assumed, anyway, based on the look of him). He looked confused as Julius brought up the fact that he had... apparently called him different names—honestly, he hadn't even noticed. Names were hard.

"Huh. Did I? Shoot, I didn't even realize. What'd you say it was again—Ro-butt-nik? Ahhh, I'll just call ya Robbie." It always had been easy for him to mix up names; ultimately, nicknames were much easier to remember.

"sorry, i didn't realize this seat was taken," julius gave a softer smile, shuffling and moving his bookbag off the seat he'd set it on. his gaze lingered on the man in front of him, enjoying the way that his hair accentuated his face, and those eyes were beautiful too. he wondered if he had ever seen him around the eden club. julius cleared his throat, "are you, here with anyone, or are you waiting on someone?" realizing how bold that sounded, julius quickly clarified, "n-not that i'm! trying to, flirt or anything. i just thought if you had a moment, maybe we could try getting a coffee?"

starter. for roman (@blckfckinmsk) BASED ON THE PREMISE THAT JULIUS & ROMAN START DATING (before becoming bitter exes).

at the question, a laugh bubbles out of him, the sound equal parts disbelief that stone is genuinely asking, and maybe some shock that someone wants to hear. mostly, a sort of bitterness, at everything and everyone else⸻

"....h," voice catches, stuttered breaths, gasped exhale. feeling that squeezing on his shoulder, julius grips at stone's hand so tightly. & yet it's conscious enough at least to ensure he isn't hurting stone while doing so. if julius weren't careful he was more than capable of shattering stone's hand without much thought. "horrible thoughts, or at least i've been told they're horrible. directly, indirectly."

his fingers twitch but still upon feeling stone's skin on the top of his hand. his gaze is darting along the ground as he tries to piece together what it is he wants to say, how to say it. whether or not it'll make sense. whether or not he means it. whether he should. can he?

finally, julius glances upward, meeting stone's face. he pauses, gaze locked with stone's. though that self-conscious, anxiety spiked pit of himself wanted to look away, afraid, he didn't. wouldn't. h-he had to, face this, even if it meant being vulnerable. only with stone,

"i wanted, to give you everything. i thought you deserved a throne. if you'd wanted to kill everyone, then i'd help you with that. not because i get any real joy out of it ⸻ well, maybe a little ⸻ but it'd mostly be by proxy of you. knowing that's what you wanted. ....so long as you're, fulfilled, then i'd be content just to be there."

he trails off, gaze dropping again.

there's more, of course there is. that barely scratches the surface, and julius isn't even certain that he's explained that properly. he's never trusted his own words. he could barely make sense of his own emotions mentally, how was he supposed to vocalize his wants and desires in a way that anyone else would understand, or listen to, let alone ever accept or view as 'healthy' or 'good'?

whatever brief smile stone had on his face was wiped away instantly when he heard what julius said, which caused stone's blood to run cold. 'I can't lose you', words that paralleled the ones he had said to ivo in desperate attempt to get him to stop what he and his grandfather had planned. he clears his throat at that as he buries the memory, planning to revisit it at another point in time.

at least he seemed to have an idea on what happened to this robotnik's stone...

he listens to him, his grip on julius' shoulder never faltering. if anything, he gives it a gentle squeeze, a silent affirmation that stone would not judge him for anything he was saying or would say.

"what thoughts do you have?" he asks, voice soft as he waits for julius to answer.

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a sputtered clipped laugh punches out of him immediately at the echidna's confession about the 'fixed' phone. ah yes, of course. how stupid of julius to think elsewise.

"you do realize you can stop and think before resorting to brute strength, yes?" how hypocritical of julius to say. especially considering whenever he did lose his composure and his calm, julius would be the first to resort to and praise violent or physical methods.

that being said, julius drew the line at trying to 'fix' menial tasks using sheer strength alone. even he wasn't that desperate to resort to such violence. he wasn't some mindless barbarian.

"i know you are not that daft, echidna. what is the real reason you want to constantly 'fix' things using only your fists alone? what is it, some nonsense about fear of not being acceptable enough or worthy enough if you're not the strongest of the bunch?"

"My actions speak for themselves." What they say is a series of clunking hisses from where he's punched through a steam pipe in order to 'fix' a leak.

he's wordlessly staring at the destroyed pipe. eyebrows pinch together and his gaze narrowed behind sunglasses. seems to be weighing his options on whether he wants to deal with whatever moronic conversation will stem from this.

a heavy weighted sigh that bleeds into his words, sounding deadpanned and tired, "do i want to know what the fuck inspired you to try and fix this instead of calling an actual service."

I didn’t miss that social cue I just thought it was stupid