Rupa Let The Coins Fall Into His Hands, Letting Them Sit There As He Still Felt Weary About This Whole

Rupa let the coins fall into his hands, letting them sit there as he still felt weary about this whole plot. But then that line...it was...so..so insane, he didn't even entertain the thought. Wha-!" He laughed in disbelief. "What is this?! Ya think dis is some kinda joke? That I'm some...damsel in distress th' needs savin'? Dude...." he scoffed, glaring at...this...Raesal...? incredulously, letting the coins drop to the ground, the metal ringing sharp on the concrete under their feet. "Ya seriously think I'm gonna go wit' ya now? Wha-what mental hospital did YOU break outta? Dis some kinda sick joke ya like ta, ta play on homeless people, huh?" He was...a little harsh on the poor guy. But hey, he was done getting bullied and knocked down for just tryin' ta survive.

"Thou man of softer age, wouldst thou perchance wisheth to leave these streets so mired in filth and be given a life free from worry?" A strange cloaked figure questioned Rupa, the being having watched him for some time

The bronzed young teenager, with an icy blue, scrutinizing glance, sized up this newcomer that approached him so easily. The guy seemed to be dressed suspiciously with that big cloak. “Sorry, I’m too old ta be goin’ wit’ strangers, thanks,” He muttered, returning to his own business, planning his next meal as he counted up the money in his hands he so rightfully earned (re: stole). “I’m kinda busy, so if that’s all ya got, ya can go bug someone else, yeah?” He had enough for a small meal at sit down restaurant, maybe even another for later, nothing too fancy. About $40 or so, all in 5’s and 1’s as Rupa stuffed them back into his coat pocket, the garment torn and old, very well used. “So, uh, if ya can getcher ass outta heah, I’d appreciate it.” He gave the guy a cheeky, overconfident smile.

Ignoring, or don’t even understand.

The clink of the coins caught his attention, honing in like a kitten to a mouse as his easy going smile melted into a concerned frown. “Waidaminute. Where'chu get dose? When did I evah mention food?” He looked curiously at said golden coins, the sparkle of greed tempered by distrust and pain. “Some sorta magic trick? Are dose even real?” His arm twitched, as if wanting to snatch one but thinking better of it.

A lure to get kids into the slave trade, he’d seen this sort of ploy before. Rando guy trying to promise all the little tykes dreams with a false, too sweet smile, like the cheese in the mouse trap. Once they’re in...snap! 

Caught like helpless mice.

“Yeah, no, buddy. Yer gonna need paper dough, ya get me? We left da gol’ standahd a while ago? But moah 'mport'ntly, what’s yer gimmick? Wass th' catch?"

"Thou man of softer age, wouldst thou perchance wisheth to leave these streets so mired in filth and be given a life free from worry?" A strange cloaked figure questioned Rupa, the being having watched him for some time

The bronzed young teenager, with an icy blue, scrutinizing glance, sized up this newcomer that approached him so easily. The guy seemed to be dressed suspiciously with that big cloak. "Sorry, I'm too old ta be goin' wit' strangers, thanks," He muttered, returning to his own business, planning his next meal as he counted up the money in his hands he so rightfully earned (re: stole). "I'm kinda busy, so if that's all ya got, ya can go bug someone else, yeah?" He had enough for a small meal at sit down restaurant, maybe even another for later, nothing too fancy. About $40 or so, all in 5's and 1's as Rupa stuffed them back into his coat pocket, the garment torn and old, very well used. "So, uh, if ya can getcher ass outta heah, I'd appreciate it." He gave the guy a cheeky, overconfident smile.

Sonic X? Sonic Adventure 1 & 2? Sonic 06?

I’m glad the studio listened to us regarding Sonic’s design but I’ll forever be frustrated with the very concept of this film. Sonic the Hedgehog has the potential to be a fantastic animated film about friends fighting the forces of evil. It should never have been turned into a dime-a-dozen “CGI Character Falls Through A Portal To Live Action Real World” film.

That least the guy could see that Rupa needed proof, but it still didn't explain things. "Okay....okay....say I believed ya? What sort of...proof?" He stepped forward cautiously, his legs tensing to jump away if necessary.

And jump he did! The sudden appearance of said golden rose had him leaping back a few feet, arms poised at the ready to block anything that came. Especially with Rae being really freaky-like. "Some kinda aht show?" He murmured, watching as a rip in the very space itself torn through the air. "Izzat...a medieval village?....Nuh-uh, no way. I said I ain't no damsel 'n dis ain't no fairy tale."

Wait a minute...a new start, a new home. Hell, he probably could nab the rose, sell it for a load of cash if he was quick enough and situation turned desperate.

"...okaaaay...say I buy dis..." he gestured to the portal with a nonchalant wave of his hand, "dis whole thing. What'f I wanna go back? 'N how do I know dis isn't some...intergalactic slave trade 'n that's jus' th' pretty screensavah?"

"Thou man of softer age, wouldst thou perchance wisheth to leave these streets so mired in filth and be given a life free from worry?" A strange cloaked figure questioned Rupa, the being having watched him for some time

The bronzed young teenager, with an icy blue, scrutinizing glance, sized up this newcomer that approached him so easily. The guy seemed to be dressed suspiciously with that big cloak. “Sorry, I’m too old ta be goin’ wit’ strangers, thanks,” He muttered, returning to his own business, planning his next meal as he counted up the money in his hands he so rightfully earned (re: stole). “I’m kinda busy, so if that’s all ya got, ya can go bug someone else, yeah?” He had enough for a small meal at sit down restaurant, maybe even another for later, nothing too fancy. About $40 or so, all in 5’s and 1’s as Rupa stuffed them back into his coat pocket, the garment torn and old, very well used. “So, uh, if ya can getcher ass outta heah, I’d appreciate it.” He gave the guy a cheeky, overconfident smile.

Ah, okay, I can see what you mean. But does that mean you don't like Sonic X either?

I’m glad the studio listened to us regarding Sonic’s design but I’ll forever be frustrated with the very concept of this film. Sonic the Hedgehog has the potential to be a fantastic animated film about friends fighting the forces of evil. It should never have been turned into a dime-a-dozen “CGI Character Falls Through A Portal To Live Action Real World” film.