the pinkette immediately stood her ground, green optics narrowed and hands clenched as they attempted to reach back to hammerspace. amy rose assumed metal sonic was going to attack her. she was ready. she remained silent instead of speaking. maybe that was for the best. the last thing she wanted --

"i was making an assumption. do you not remember me giving you a flower and how you let me escape from the eggman base? you-- you . . . you must have been reprogrammed or something. i think that's what happened," the pinkette muttered to herself, watching the badnik with a nervous expression.

"metal. . . . i heard about what happened with that frog girl. . . and how you left her with eggman? i thought you two were getting along. . . . i'm confused. are you angry with me?" the pinkette took another step back from the glare, green eyes sparkling with tears and a frown forming.

"i'm sorry, metal. i didn't mean to scare you or make you uncomfortable. . . . it's been a while since i've seen you," the pinkette replied, taking a step back and giving the metalhog some space.

"hey there, metal!! what's been going on?? how are you?? do you need something," the pinkette inquired, leaning forward and grinning at him.

"i am always serious. i am allowed to be silly every so often. i earned it."

"let me be whimsical."

"SIX SEVEN."

mary 🔔 beating my phone with a hammer for this. . . . . ( has unlimited data )

"it won't be that quick, but this train is known for getting places on time. so the scientists don't have to worry," the pinkette replied, sitting down across from her and watching as other passengers boarded the train cabin. "see? they're mostly scientists or professors," amy whispered.

"yup!! a warp ring looks like a regular golden ring. when you throw it, it expands into a portal. you have to envision where you want to go before throwing it," the pinkette explained, pulling the before mentioned ring from her pocket. "it functions as transportation to other universes."

the pinkette placed their bag of food down on the bench next to them, using slim digits to open her own bag. amy removed the hamburger, unwrapped it, and took a bite. "this is great after a mission," she mused after politely chewing and swallowing. "don't let your food go cold."

the pinkette would wish for the obvious, but /sonic/ wouldn't want that. . . . so she stands tall, shoulders thrown back and eyes blazing with determination. "i wish for the happiness of my friends. i want them to be as happy as possible in these uncertain times."

"c'mon. you might actually be a bit too tall to fit in the car, but i can put the hood down and that'll solve at least one problem," the pinkette mused, forgetting how /small/ she was and how mobian vehicles might be too minuscule for him. "it doesn't hurt to try!! follow me."

amy remains silent for a minute. she remembers the way she helped him remember his promise to maria. she sighs and runs her hand through her short pink quills. "i haven't seen him in a while. . . . i don't know if he's tried to get rid of our version of eggman. he probably /wants/ to."

"there is a burger place in central city, i just need to open my communicator and look at the GPS. . . .it has been so long since i've been there," the pinkette confessed, rubbing the back of her head and grinning. "i'll use a warp ring to take us to the city."

"i think we're just about done with this wave of badniks!! your version of eggman is going to be angry when he finds all this scrap metal," the pinkette exclaimed happily, swinging her hammer with reckless abandon. it all held the appearance of a choreographed dance.

"i haven't really put much thought into it. . . . but i would love to tame & befriend a lopmon OR maybe even any digimon that would want to approach me. . . . i would need to understand how to take care of them though."

"definitely sweet!!! i prefer sweet foods like soft serve ice cream and strawberry shortcake." 🍰

mary 🔔 everybody be quiet my show is on.

"i'm trying to see how far i can push the warp rings i use. they allow me to travel to other universes. i haven't been to a version of /this/ world before, so i must have gotten further," the pinkette explained, pulling a golden ring from her pocket and holding it between her fingers. --

"i really like bubblegum pop, pop, and hip hop. sabrina carpenter and taylor swift are my FAVE musicians ever!!"

"i don't smoke. i /will/ go and get food with you after /you/ smoke or something. but i don't smoke."

". . . . . . " it seems the pinkette has nothing to say about this.

"it's very efficient. isn't it really neat?? let's take a seat somewhere. you can sit anywhere you want. you can have the window spot," the pinkette replied, following florence down the aisle. amy wanted florence to experience the window seat since the scenery was perfect and beautiful.

"i used to live in central city, but i moved back to station square. i know that layout a lot more than i do central city. there's a great burger place in station square that'll make smoothies for us," the pinkette explained gently, green eyes full of worry.

the pinkette, the member of a resistance group known as the freedom fighters, was /very/ accustomed to being formal whenever she was in the vicinity of one of their many bases of operation. it came as second nature to her. "it's nice to meet you, yingzi. it's sadly a habit," amy explained. --

"yup!! i trust the power of my fortune cards and of luck & destiny. i wouldn't be able to wield my cards if i wasn't a full believer in them," she replied, destroying more egg pawns and moto bugs with a swing of her deadly hammer. "why do you ask??"

the pinkette was fairly accustomed to being approached by random strangers. amy's reaction was to lift a gloved hand in greeting, slim digits extended as she waved. "hey, there!! good evening. i'm not trespassing, am i? just tell me and i'll skedaddle," the pinkette replied conversationally. --

"you're /such/ a strong echidna, knuckles. you'll have to protect me the next time eggman decides to attack," the pinkette replied dramatically, placing a hand across her forehead in faux helplessness. "i can't do it by myself," she joked.