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Also, it's actually Shoboni, my username is intentionally spelled wrong.

I'm writing one more interlude with her and Tails talking at dinner time to round things out and that already written last chapter will chase it down. The next story will likely open with her attempting to get a new ID with her fake documents when all hell breaks loose outside from an Eggman attack and said new guy is there waiting for her pop-up.

It's shoboni, just like my account here. I almost have this story done and I plan to cap it off with a sequel hook in the form of a Eggman chapter where he got curious what was going on and started requested information from a contact who wound digging through the database for this world's version of The Watchers and pulling up a file on her. This happened because a spybot that had been doing a somewhat successful job of following Tails picked up some of the scene in the ruins where she was talking to Sonic. Another immortal that's VERY pissed at her due to an incident involving some missing extremities that heard about him poking around let's himself in and offers to take her out, thus leading to the next story with some actual plot and conflict. The climax would also mark her first on-screen duel and showcase how dirty she can fight if she has to.

Yeah, I basically figured that this women is 1200 years old and was born essentially a tribal in the territory that would later be Scottland (or at least the Mobian analog to it) No matter how many modern sensibilities she picked up, there'd like still be quite a bit of lingering bluntness and subtle lack of modesty from how she was raised. I'm sure the fact she's been a solider many times also did something to dampen any developing sense of shame she might have.

The two foxes stood nervously outside of the small cottage. It was a homey place in the country not unlike a two-story farmhouse painted in pastel shades of pink and white to match the lovingly tended to beds of flowers out front. Melinda had to admit that it reminded her of someplace that could be in the Scottish countryside “Well, here we are and Amy should already be waiting,” MIles said. “Do we just knock?” Melinda asked. “I can go in first and talk to them, Amy can come get you and follow me back in when I give the cue,” Miles said. Melinda nodded and stepped to one side as he approached the door and knocked. The door quickly opened and Amy stepped outside. “It’s just Tails,” she yelled back inside. “Come on in, dear,” Vanilla answered. “I have to take care of something, but I’ll send him in,” Amy shouted back. “I guess we come on your cue?” Amy said to Miles. “Right, I’ll say there’s something I need to tell her and you both come in,” Miles said. ----------------------------------------------------------- The small kitchen was just as brightly colored to match the rest of the house and a kitty-cat clock swished its tail up on the wall, counting down the seconds with every tick. The place was an obvious mess of pots and pans where Amy had been helping out to cook something. Vanilla quickly turned off the water and turned around as MIles entered. “Are you okay, dear? I’m sorry about what happened,” He flinched a little as she leaned down and hugged him. “Yeah, I’m doing fine,” Miles said. “It must horrible losing your mom like that, I know Cream was also fond of her and took it hard. I’m sure she’ll be glad to see you.” Vanilla said. “Yeah, there’s something I needed to tell you about.” He raised his voice slightly, giving giving the cue. “Hey, I’m back.” Amy said nervously as she walked into the kitchen with Melinda trailing behind her. “Oh, did you get what you ne-” Vanilla trailed off as she stood up. Melinda gave a nervous smile as Vanilla just stared at her, seemingly in shock and blinked a couple times. “Hello, Val,” Melinda said. Vanilla promptly rolled her eyes back and fainted almost as soon as the words were spoken. “Well Amy, looks like you we’re right,” Melinda said with a nervous laugh. “Is she gonna be okay?” MIles questioned. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ Melinda laid Vanilla down on the couch and felt for a pulse. “She’s seems fine, “ Melinda said. “I’m kind of impressed you carried her bridal-style across the house to the living room, she’s almost as tall as you,” Amy said. “That’s nothing, you should’ve seen her when I dropped a spare wing on my leg,” Miles said. “Amy, what’s wrong with mother and who-” Melinda instinctively dived over the couch and landed with a thud behind it as she heard the young voice, not wanting to risk scaring the crap out of the kid before someone could explain. “Who just hid behind the couch?” Cream innocently asked. “You’re mom just got over-heated passed out, she’ll be fine.” Amy said. “Amy, it’s the middle of fall,” Tails whispered “Just play along,” Amy said. “Okay, miss Amy, but who's behind the couch?” Cream asked. “About that, there’s something very important we need to talk about as soon as your mom wakes up,” Amy said. “Okay,” Cream said as she turned to Miles, “I’m sorry about happened to Aunt Mel, I miss her, to” She ran up and gave Tails a hug, much to his obvious embarrassment. “Uh, thanks, Cream.” He replied, turning red. “You can stay with us for a little while, if you want.” Cream said. Melinda listened intently from behind the couch, resisting the urge to jump out and show the poor child that she was okay. She wanted to hug her and tell her that it going to be fine because she could hear in her voice that she had been crying. She wanted to just go out there and tell her that her Aunt Mel was here to stay and that she didn’t have to miss her anymore. “God give me strength,” she whispered to herself. Vanilla moaned and began to stir, attracting everyone’s attention. She opened her eyes and rubbed her head as she started to sit up. “Mother, are you okay?” Cream questioned as she ran and placed a hand on her shoulder. “I’m fine dear, but I had the strangest dream.” Vanila said, rubbing her head, This was meant by nervous smiles and forced laughter from both Amy and Miles. Melinda could tell from behind the couch that they were both trying to figure out how to proceed. “Imagine that,” Amy said with a chuckle “Yes, I could’ve sworn Melinda was behind you. I guess it must be the stress.” Vanila said. “Listen, there’s something we really need to talk to about,” Amy said. “What is it, dear?” Vanilla said as she sat up and straightened her clothes. “Tails?” Amy turned to Miles, why don’t you explain while Cream helps me check on something in the kitchen?” Amy quickly rushed the child through the door and let it close behind her with a thud. “Just pass it off on me,” he muttered under his breath, “You know, it’s kind of a funny story and I’m sure we’ll all laugh about this later, but that wasn’t a dream. Crazy, huh?” “I don’t understand, dear.” Vanilla said. “My mom is sorta, not dead.” Miles nervously fiddled with one of his tails. “Tails, you have to accept this. I know you’re in shock but we’re all here for you and I’m sure she’s in a better place now.” Vanilla places a hand on his shoulder. “No, she’s hiding behind the couch right now.” MIles pointed at the couch. “Are you running a fever,” Vanilla placed a hand in his forehead. Melinda carefully stood into a crouch position and took a deep breath, readying herself. She figured she better intervene for Miles sake before someone thought he was going crazy. “I know it’s hard, but she’s gone now and-” Vanilla was cut off. “I’m right here, actually,” Melinda said as she poked her head around the couch. The two once again stared at each other and Vanilla blinked before opening her mouth and trying to form words. “Stay with me, Val, don’t go fainting again.” Melinda placed her hands on the other women’s shoulders. “Tails, dear?” Vanilla said. “Yes?” He carefully answered. “Your Mom is really standing here, isn’t she?” Vanilla asked. Miles shook his head yes. “So I’m just just going into shock with you?” Vanilla asked. MIles shook his head no. Vanilla looked at Melinda, and then once again at Miles and then back forth a few more times before smiling. “I have no idea what’s going on here, but it’s good to see you and I’m sure Cream will overjoyed. She was so upset we could barely console her,” Vanilla said. “Good to see you, to, Val,” Melinda put an arm around her and gave her quick hug. “I just hope you two find the time to explain all this,” Vanilla said. “It’s a long story, but I’ll do my best to explain everything I can once we all get settled down,” Melinda said. “Of course, you should talk with Cream first. Like I said, I’m sure she’ll be happy to see again.” Vanilla said. “You don’t think I’ll scare her?” Melinda asked. “Of course not, I’m sure that with Amy and Tails here she’ll be just fine. She’ll know it’s okay if her friends say so,” Vanillia said. “Yeah, I’m sure Amy will bring her in once she’s sure of how to handle it,” MIles said. “I hope so, I don’t want to upset the poor girl anymore,” Melinda took a seat on the couch next to Vanilla. Melinda sat in silence and watched Miles pacing back and forth just on the other side of the coffee table. The poor kid had only slept a for a couple hours shortly before dawn at her insistence, and though he’d never admit to it to anyone but her she was pretty sure the fact she promised to camp out in one of the nearby chairs while he laid down on the couch played a factor. She could tell that the near-lack of sleep was starting to have an effect on his nerves. The creak of the kitchen door pulled her from her thoughts and she looked over to see Amy sticking her head out, looking for some sort of signal. “Amy, dear, are you girls almost finished? We have a guest.” Vanilla said. Melinda was always somewhat close to her, and thus knew she could be more clever than she often let on. She had noticed Amy and given the perfect subtle signal for her to bring Cream out. She noticed MIles take a deep breath to match her own as they prepared. A few more sounds of rattling dishes and Amy emerged with a tea tray and Cream in toe. The little girl looked at the couch and froze for a few seconds before hiding behind Amy. “Hi, Cream,” Melinda gave her best smile and watched patiently as she peeked out from behind Amy. “Cream, it’s okay,” Amy struggled to balance the tray while glancing behind her. “No need to be scarred dear, it’s just your Aunt Mel,” Vanilla motioned for her to come over, “Why don’t you come over and sit with us, I know you’re probably happy to see her.” “I thought…” Cream trailed off and gave Miles a nervous glance. “Cream, honey,” Melinda carefully leaned forward and the rubber soles of her boots squeaked on the floor, “I know this is hard to understand but I was born with a special gift, so that when I…” She trailed off, looking for words the little girl would understand. “When you go to heaven?” The little girl spoke up. Melinda looked up. “That’s how momma explained it to me, that when someone dies their soul goes to heaven,” Cream said. “I guess that’s a really nice way of putting it,” Melinda said, “When I go to heaven, I get to come back because of my gift.” Melinda noticed Cream’s eyes tear up and she slowly came out from behind Amy and cautiously made her way to the couch. The girl climbed up next to her and cautiously held out a hand, to which she held up hers. The two pressed their palms together and Cream carefully felt the leather of her glove. “See, I’m real,” Melinda smiled. In an instant tears began to flow down the young girl’s face and she threw her arms around Melinda, burying her face in the fabric of coat. “I missed you,” Cream choked out through the tears, “I thought I’d never you see again.” “I know honey, but I’m here now and I promise I won’t leave you,” Melinda gently rubbed the girl’s back. She thought back at how much this reminded of her the first time Miles had seen her die and how she held him for seemed like hours trying to get him to calm down and understand. Melinda looked over to see a look of relief washing over Miles’ face, and then over at Amy to see her almost in tears. “Amy, is something wrong, dear?” Vanilla asked before anyone else could speak. “It’s just so touching, I think I’m going to start crying now,” Amy said. “Come on, kiddo,” Melinda held out a free arm to motion Amy over, who quickly sat down the tray hugged her. Vanilla merely placed a hand on Melinda’s shoulder. Everyone save for Cream looked up at Miles, who appeared to be attempting to bite his nails through his glove. “Group hug?” Melinda grinned at her son. “Maybe later,” Miles said nervously. “Ah, come on. I don’t want to leave you out,” She said, inciting a giggle from Cream, who had now calmed down considerable. Miles stood still for a moment before giving up and approaching, squeezing through to put his arms around his Mom’s neck while Amy put a free arm around his back. Melinda could tell he was happy to be in this strange pile-up of family and friendship, even if he wouldn’t admit it. Of course, the quiet “I love you” he whispered in her ear might have been somewhat of an admission, anyway.

http://archiveofourown.org/works/4513800/chapters/10266336 Added a sequel story to this.

Another fic in that same Sonic AU ------------------------- “You sure you don’t want a helmet? Maybe a big old shield? I’m sure you already know how to use one.” Sonic laughed as the vixen paced back and forth in the small kitchen of the workshop. Melinda noticed that Sonic warmed back up to her pretty quick and didn’t really act like much had changed now that he was sure of her. The two had spent several hours talking once they reached the shop and he even apologized for his attitude with her, much to her shock and she assured him she was actually glad because it he showed her how protective he really was towards her son and how strong the brotherly bond they formed was. It was amazing to her how this kid was suddenly once again treating her like an old friend. Of course, that didn’t change her reservations with his plan of sending Tails out to retrieve Amy so they could spring this bomb on her fast and quick. She guessed he thought the shock might throw her off enough to disarm any potential violent reactions. He also mentioned that Cream looked up to Amy like a big sister and if she wanted that poor kid to warm back up her, having Amy to vouch for her would go a long way, as it would with her mother. That didn’t make it easy, though, because it would potentially involve re-gaining the trust of the stubborn pink hedgehog. It was likely she’d feel scorned simply because two individuals she trusted kept something like this from her. She never took kindly to her friends keeping secrets and this was a BIG one to cope with because she thought one of her friends was dead, and according to Sonic he thought he would have to pry her Miles off because she ran up and hugged the poor kid so tight he was choking. It was a nice gesture of affection towards someone she must see as a little brother, but breathing is kind of important. “Why do you think your friend out there is still fuming? He’s done nothing but stand there in the living room since we got back,” She tried to break the tension with some small-talk. “Probably still steamed over me laughing at him. I know it was probably a little mean but I can’t resist giving him a hard time,” Sonic replied. “I got the impression he considered me a threat for some reason,” Melinda said. “Nah, he’s just far more protective of Tails than he likes to let on and I think he’s still having trouble believing it all. I’m sure he’ll realize none of this changes who you are and come around eventually, though,” Sonic put his feet up the table and leaned back in his chair. “Like you did?” She smiled and leaned on the counter. “Right on,” Sonic gave a thumbs-up and a wink, “of course, I guess I always knew there was something unusual about you and that softened the blow.” “How so?” She rummaged around the cupboard for a coffee mug. “Well, for one I’ve dealt with the goons from GUN long enough to know a soldier when I see one, and when I meant you I saw one. Just something about your eyes and the way you carry yourself.” Sonic said. “That obvious?” She took a sniff of the coffee in the pot before deciding it seemed okay and filling a mug. “Also, you’re drinking black coffee that was brewed hours ago. I’ve only ever seen soldiers, truck drivers, and cowboys do that,” Sonic chuckled. “I guess I never noticed how big a tell that was.” She laughed. “Of course, the part that confused me was the way you fight. Granted, I only saw you fight once that time a mugger tried to jump you and Tails but that definitely wasn’t anything GUN teaches and certainly wasn’t street fighting. It was some like some Batman stuff going on.” Sonic obviously made no effort to hide his amazement. “You know, Miles said the same thing that night,” She smiled and took a long drink. “Well, it’s probably true. You’ve probably picked just as many things as Bruce Wayme over those 12 centuries. You’re like some old master,” Sonic said. “Was that a crack about my age?” She gave a playful grin. “Hey, even if you look young enough to be my sister, you’re still old enough to be in a museum,” Sonic grinned. “I’ll take that as a compliment,” She smirked. “I’m glad to see Knuckles was nice enough to stop bye, I was afraid you we’re out here all alone.” Amy’s voice rang out from the living room. “No, Sonic’s here to and I’m sure he heard us come in. He’s probably getting what I wanted to show you right now,” Miles raised his voice at that last part, obviously signaling that it was showtime. “You ready you make an appearance?” Sonic asked. “I guess it’s now or never, huh?” Melinda answered. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- “OH MY GOD! IT’S A GHOST!” Amy shrieked as Miles tried to talk her down off the coffee table. “Amy! Please put the hammer down and we can talk about this. My Mom can explain everything!” Miles pleaded “HOW DO YOU EVEN KNOW THAT’S HER AND NOT SOME VENGEFUL SPIRIT, OR EVEN ONE OF EGGMAN’S ROBOTS!” Amy continued rambling “I know because it’s my Mom, and because I already know everything and we can explain if you’d just come down.” Miles said. “Also, I’m pretty sure robots don’t have a digestive system and I’m standing here drinking coffee, right in front of you. I also kind of have to pee but you’re going to have to take my word on that one,” Melinda said, prompting everyone to look in her direction. “Well, that was kind of unlady like,” Sonic teased. “I was born before basic etiquette, cut me me some slack.” Melinda said. “A part of me thinks I should really be more used to how shameless you can be by now,” Miles said. “Hey, I have some modesty. I did wear a sheet.” Melinda teased. “Which I’m thankful for, I think seeing you die again was enough trauma without seeing you, well, you know.” Miles turned a little red. “Oh, I am sorry you had to dig through my und-” Melinda was cut-off “I’m sure you’ll find a way to make it up him later, but we have kind of a situation to deal with right now,” Knuckles said, pointing to Amy, who was now clearly even more confused, and possibly even a little grossed out. “What are you, a vampire or something!?” Amy said in a much calmer tone. “Well, you’ve seen me out in daylight and we once had lunch at an italian place.” Melinda said. “Then what are you? he said “again”, like you’ve died before.” Amy asked. “Amy, hun. Just come down and we can talk about it. I’ll explain everything to you.” Melinda slowly walked forward. “Stay back!” Amy readied her hammer. “Amy, listen to me a minute.” MIles said. Amy turned her gaze to MIles without loosening her grip on the hammer. “You trust me, right?” Miles asked. “Yes,” Amy replied. “I’m also pretty sure you trust Sonic, and he’s standing right next to her.” Miles said. “Of course I trust him, I love him!!” Amy said. “Oh boy, here we go.” Sonic said. “Then why don’t you come down and let us all try to explain?” Miles said, obviously ignoring the comment. “Okay, but I’m not letting my guard down.” Amy slowly climbed down the table and sat down on the couch, still gripping her hammer like her life depended on it. MIles motioned to his mother and she sat down in a chair across from Amy while he climbed up the arm of the overstuffed chair next to her. He seemed completely calm so she couldn’t tell if was still an instinctive effort to stay close or just an attempt to relax Amy by showing his trust, maybe both? Sonic merely drug a chair out of the kitchen and took seat. Melinda noted Amy’s apparent frustration with him keeping his distance. “Amy, we’re friends, right?” Melinda asked. “Melinda was my friend, but I’m not sure you’re really her.” Amy said. “I assure you I am.” Melinda said. “Prove it.” Amy challenged. “Your name is Amy Elizabeth Rose, you were born September 23, 2001. Your favorite color is obviously pink. You’ve been following that one around since you we’re tweens, and I have to add here I still wonder where your parents are to this day, and you admittedly found MIles to be something like an annoying younger sibling until you warmed up to him. Anything else?” Melinda finally took a breath. “I guess the years haven’t dulled your memory,” Sonic said with an impressed whistle. “Oh, God, it is you,” Amy covered her mouth and Melinda noticed her eyes beginning to tear up. Almost instinctively, she got up and crossed the room to lean down next to the girl. Without a second thought she hugged her and Amy returned the gesture without protest. Despite her tough exterior and attempts to hold a grown up persona, this was still a teenage girl that had thought one of her friends dead just hours ago. Melinda recognized that vulnerability and comforted her just like she would any other child “You okay now?” Melinda said “Yeah, I think so.” Amy replied with a deep breath. Melinda broke away and sat down next to her, putting an arm over the back of the couch, and gave Amy a minute to collect herself. “I don’t understand, how are you still alive? They declared you dead at the scene,” Amy asked “I’m sort of immortal,” Melinda just blurted it out, not knowing how else to put it into words. “Doesn’t that mean you can’t die? You we’re dead today though, but I guess you’re weren’t really because you’re here and oh God, this is all confusing.” Amy rambled. “Well, I’m immortal, not invincible. I can still be hurt, or even killed, but it just doesn’t stick for very long.” Melinda explained. “Are you a mutant or something?” Amy asked. “That’s actually a new one, I’m impressed.” Melinda chuckled, “but no, myself and others like me are just born this way and none of us really know where we come from because all of us are foundlings-, orphans, and none of can conceive children.” “So Tails is adopted?” Amy asked. “Yes, but that doesn’t make him any less of my son,” She gave him a knowing smile. “I guess that explains a lot, since you look like you would’ve had to be younger than me when he was born.” Amy said, “I guess he was adopted not long before we all met him.” Melinda just blinked, “No, I found him as a baby.” “That would’ve made you like 12, I think.” Amy said. “Here’s the thing, part of the whole Immortal deal is that we get eternal youth in a sense. The first time we die we kind of become locked in and stop aging.” Melinda explained. “Oh, so you must be like Vanilla’s age, then?” Amy asked. “I’m actually pushing something like 1200, even if I look 20.” Melinda explained. “WOW, you must be something like the oldest thing on the planet, human or mobian.” Amy said. “I admit, I’m old even by immortal standards but I’m far from the oldest. I know of others that are from ancient Rome, or even the Bronze age. The oldest of us to survive this long was born over 5,000 years ago, but I’m not sure if he’s still alive because it’s been years since I saw him” Melinda said. “So you guys have kind of always been around, then?” Amy asked. “Yes, it’s possible the first of us were born with the dawn of modern humanity.” Melinda said.” “Do we know any others?” Amy asked. “Yes, actually. You’ve known one of my old friends for a few months, or years in the case of MIles, now, but I can’t really say who. I’m sure he’ll come forward in his own time knowing my cover’s blown and I opened up, through.” Melinda said. “That explains a lot,” Knuckles said, attracting everyone’s attention. “You’ve figured it out?” Melinda asked. “Almost certainly, but I’m not the kind to spread rumors,” Knuckles smirked. “I had almost forgot,” Miles said, “I remember you two finally explained to me that he was like you, after I found out about you, that is.” “I remember him barely containing himself when I told him the secret was out. He loved giving you those history lessons about his old tribe so much and was glad he didn’t have to hide that he was was there for most of it,” Melinda said “Well, let’s hope we re-meet him soon so half of us aren’t locked out of the loop,” Sonic said. “He’s a good guy, you’ll all like him,” Melinda said, “but for now, there’s still one more situation to handle.” “What’s that?” Amy said. “We still have to tell Vanilla and…” Melinda trailed off. “Oh! That’s right. She was asking me if Tails was doing okay and she didn’t look the best herself.” Amy said. “Cream?” Melinda asked. “Oh God! I almost forgot. She was so upset that neither one of us could calm her down after we had to explain to her that Aunt Mel was gone.” Amy said. “That’s what I was afraid of.” Melinda said, “since you’re close to both of them can you help me fix this?” Melinda asked. “I’ll try my best, but I’m sure that Cream will be overjoyed to see you again when she know’s it’s safe,” Amy said “Vanilla might faint or something at first, but I’m sure we’ll get through it.” “I have medical training, it’s from roughly 1969, but I have medical training,” Melinda said.

Yeah, I'm kind of using these to subtly develop her through everyday interactions (well, what WOULD be everyday interactions for her)

If I flesh this series out with actual plot, I thought up having a real story arc for her via Eggman finding out what she is and recruiting an immortal mercenary to his own team (one that it's revealed she has history with) because he saw the potential of having such a fighter hanging around. First though, I want to pad this introductory out with reveals to everyone else.

This is an idea that's stewed for a long time. I even considered having Duncan a regular antique dealer for the Thorndykes and that's how she found him. It would be a more humorous form of reveal where she dropped down next to Tails and did the whole "pretend to be a giant plush toy" bit in reaction to a knock on the door and they obviously sense each other which results in an awkward moment of just staring at each other. Of course, to everyone else NOT in on it it would look like he's having a staring contest with a plush toy and he'd be obvious to anyone else playing dead nearby being just as much flesh-and-blood as her. At some point not-yet-immortal Richie would leave to get something from the delivery truck (him being the only one that didn't know what was going on) and she'd finally just speak up with something smart like "remember me?" Of course, that's all unwritten and this story is the latest right now.

They're honestly rich in opportunity. Speaking of Methos, you reminded that I was I actually going to use him if I ever did a version of this AU in the Sonic X Universe (in that case Mel would have wound up misplaced on Earth at birth somehow and spent several hundred years there before winding up in Mobius and then sent back again during he events of the show. He DOES work as a watcher for cover (his own, oddly enough since no-one actually knows where he is, thus making him an legend among even immortals that don't know him). There could be a joke where Joe is sorting old chronicles and asks Methos (who is 5,000 years old and thus knows of many immortals) why there's this woman who is apparently an honorary member of the clan MacLeod has only the vaguest physical description and no photos or sketches anywhere despite having watchers assigned to track her at various points in history. Methos would obviously remember Mel right off the bat and just answer with something to the effect of "you really don't want to know, and it's likely you wouldn't believe me if a told you." He'd ask Duncan later since all the immortal MacLeods seemed to know each other and they both fought in the same rebellion, to which Duncan would also obviously remember her (who could forget a 4ft 6in anthropomorphic fox lady) and Duncan would simply look him in the eye and advise him that knowing the answer to that question would only lead to more questions that should probably remain unanswered. They're be some continuing comic relief in her tracking down Duncan and the reactions of pretty much everyone around him that weren't aware of her species or that non-human immortals could even exist. Methos would of course would

I admit, I have a soft spot for Revelations in just sort of "rule of cool" sort of way because it has so many badass sounding passages.

Yeah, Highlander has a reversal of that where Kronos (War) was a large ham that is extremely jovial because he enjoys being a genocidal maniac way to much where as Methos (Death) was stone-cold serious and dark to the point of being utterly terrifying when he was a horseman. He has a much lighter temperament in the modern day, but his humor still tends to be snarking and dry wit.

I actually bought both of them in a Humble Store sale (it was a franchise pack), but I haven't played them yet. They seem like interesting hack-and-slash RPGs. Ironic that came up on Highlander fic because The Four Horsemen are literally cannon characters in the show in the form of four extremely feared ancient immortals that wreaked havoc in the bronze age. The one that carried the title of Death even became somewhat of an (he's still a very dark anti-hero) atoner and hangs around the heroes in the present day.

Drew some shitty back views based on my own faulty memory of anatomy and put some notes

These are-shots in an AU I intend to keep working with because I want to keep developing here as well as "student" of hers I'm starting to plan out that's also off somehow hiding in plain sight within this AU. This one just wound up being a behemoth of 6800 words that wouldn't fit in one journal, and I look forward to hearing both what you liked and maybe didn't.

at you're own pace, whatever time you need to figure out what you think and give me a little critique.

Part 2 is the other have of this.