SEGA CITY APPLICATION FOR CITIZENSHIP

1. Name
Srol

2. Species
Human

3. Age
26

4. Sex
Male

5. Appearence
Picture here

6. Relevant Biographical details
Srol is a former member of the human-supremist spacefaring military peacekeeping organization Central Command. Trained for deep-cover missions, he was programmed with an artificial personality that would allow him to easily infiltrate groups and societies and help scout out future annexations for CC. Several traumas caused the artificial personality to become dominant and Srol has long since abandoned his former employers and settled into a peaceful life as a jack-of-all-trades errand boy of Sega City.

7. Group affiliations
Central Command(former)

8. Possible hazardous abilities and/or quipment
No enhanced abilities beyond that of normal human male body strength.
Possesses a flechette pistol that fires needle-like ballistic rounds in armor-piercing, incendiary and heavy-explosive variety.

***

The walls of the waiting room were completely bare and covered in white paint, except for a single poster hanging above the bench Srol sat on. The poster showed the Sega Cityscape by night and had the words "Sega City ... nice!" on it. Srol wasn't exactly sure what purpose it served, besides as a distraction to keep his mind off of the glaring hole in his mind.

The last thing he could remember was when he first arrived in Sega City ten years ago. Everything else was a blur and didn't make sense, like a photo scrapbook that's been reassembled out of order. There were events he had a vague notion of experiencing, although now he couldn't recall the specifics. There were faces he recognized as friends and comrades, although he couldn't recall when, where and how he could meet them. And when he closed his eyes, all he could see was ponies.

It was good incentive to keep his eyes open.

Someone else is bound to come in here soon, he thought. I couldn't have been the only person to reapply for citizenship.

If he was, this thread ... err, waiting room ... would get awkward, very fast.

SEGA CITY APPLICATION FOR CITIZENSHIP

1. Name
Pach

2. Species
Human

3. Age
2100

4. Sex
Male

5. Appearance
The pinnacle of human perfection. His body is a raging mass of muscle and awesome, with long glowing locks and a mighty beard of which even the very sun itself is jealous of.

6. Relevant Biographical details
He looks damn sexy.

7. Group affiliations
None, most people don't tend to live as long as him. But he is willing to associate himself with any fine drinker.

8. Possible hazardous abilities and/or equipment
Pure muscle mass and strength isn't hazardous enough to you? Well how about you try that big, stonking viking axe too. Yae, many a head has been lobbed clean off with that axe of magic and might. Have at thee!

***

Pach waltzed into the waiting room with a thundering boom, his footsteps shaking the very foundations of the room and ye, perhaps all of reality itself. As Pach walks into the rather nondescript and plain room, he sees but only one other person there so far, and he is not a she and therefore not an impressionable wench for which to speak to. That simply shall not do.

"Hear thee! How much longer does the God of headcleaving have to wait to be served a drink here?!" Pach triumpthantly bellows, before seating himself down on one of the seats. Well. I say one of the seats. His sheer muscle size and mass means he's occuping at least three seats, all of which look like they're slowly breaking off their hinges.

Even seats fear the pure might and majesty of Pach's girth!

SEGA CITY APPLICATION FOR CITIZENSHIP

1. Name

Crimson "CrimJims" Darkwolfe

2. Species

Wolf-Squirrel Thing. Or sometimes called Squiffy.

3. Age

26

4. Sex

Yes Please (Somebody had to)

5. Appearence

6ft tall Anthro wolf with fluffy ears and an additional 6ft of floofy tail. Fur is died red with bleached tips. Lean. Has scars on his hands, including some missing and bifurated claws, a small one on his back and one on his inner thigh. Carling Lion tattoo on his upper left arm. All related to drunken accidents.
Usually dressed in blue jeans, a collar and a pair of sunglasses.

6. Relevant Biographical details

It's all pointless =V

7. Group affiliations

All of the pubs. All of them.

8. Possible hazardous abilities and/or equipment

Electric gunblade nunchucks and no experience in using them.
Magic powers that are poorly defined and he's to stupid to use effectively.
Supernatural Hotboxers (Items confiscated and kept on ice)

***

"Did somebody say drink?" Crimson asked, poking his head into the waiting room. "Cause I could really go for a pint right now."

SEGA CITY APPLICATION FOR CITIZENSHIP

1. Name
SilverShadow

2. Species
Quasi-dimensional kitsune spirit thing

3. Age
Somewhere in excess of seven billion...

4. Sex
Male. Most of the time.

5. Appearence
Dark silver and black furred fox, with a varying number of tails. It depends on how many he feels like having, but typically it's just the one. That's his mugshot on the left there, in glorious Yuji Uekawa-styled sensibilities.
Usually he's dressed in some rather archaic looking clothing, including a hooded, irridescent black cloak that he wears pretty much constantly. More often than not, he keeps the hood up.

6. Relevant Biographical details
He's married with a kid. He's also been around for way way too long, and as such is a cynical and jaded old git at times. Oh and also he's got a totally ludicrous amount of power at his disposal to bend space and time with - but don't expect him to help you with it.

7. Group affiliations
None whatsoever, other than family and friends.

8. Possible hazardous abilities and/or equipment
Complete mastery over the forces of chaos and time. I'll leave it up to the imagination as to why that is hazardous.

***

With literally no fanfare or grandeur at all, the creature entrusted with looking after the Time Stones strode into the unremarkable waiting room. He glanced over at the red wolf as he entered, giving him a brief nod and a smile, as he had the hood of his cloak down for once. Apparently the two were acquainted. Or perhaps had been at some point. Or maybe they were due to be later. That was the problem with time travel; you could often end up bumping into people you knew well, but they didn't know you at all yet. Or vice-versa...

He looked around the room and found himself a seat on his own. It wasn't that he was anti-social (well OK, maybe he was to some extent), it was just that the less influence he had on events, the better.

SEGA CITY APPLICATION FOR CITIZENSHIP

1. Name

Craig Bayfield

2. Species

Human

3. Age

18 (actually 26)

4. Sex

Male

5. Appearence

Messy shoulder length ginger hair, 5'10", usually smiling, freckled face, can mostly be seen wearing dress-shirt and tie with either suit jacket or famous blue raincoat.

6. Relevant Biographical details

"---ARADOOOOOX!" --- Craig "The Lackey" Bayfield crashes in from another Mobius Forum, a long time ago, before he gave up being The Lackey, before he and his evil alternate account split into separate entities, before Sailorness struck him. A fresh clean slate. He is the Lackey of the forums, running around and helping where and when he can. A good lackey knows that it's his job to make someone else look good, keep someone else safe, help someone else do what they were put here to do. A good lackey stays out of the spotlight, if he's doing his job right, you don't even know he was there. Once in a while, they might step in to a situation to fix a problem, to set something right, but then before you realize why he was there, or what he did, he's gone.

Oh and it's probably best not to mention that he's a mod. This strange new future MoFo scares and confuses our poor lackey. It's best not to confuse him further or he may just dive through a window screaming "PAR---"

7. Group affiliations

More or less staff at HQ Tower, even if no one acknowledges it.

8. Possible hazardous abilities and/or quipment

When it is pointed out that he has given orders (something a lackey is forbidden from doing) or given orders which are impossible to complete he will scream out "Paradox!" and jump through a window (even in an open field where there is no glass) and shatter the universe to replace it with one where such an impossibility does not occur. Somehow he screwed this up and ended up skipping Yuku days and ending up straight at MF.net, so--- maybe it's best not to screw around with that.

Oh and he has an uber badass evil persona. And not the type that needs to be awoken with an evoker, either.

SEGA CITY APPLICATION FOR CITIZENSHIP

1. Name
Kayla The Hedgehog

2. Species
Hedgehog

3. Age
24

4. Sex
Female

5. Appearence
Lavender fur, lavender hair pulled up in a ponytail, single spine on back, blue eyes, baby blue halter, blue jeans, yellow boots

6. Relevant Biographical details
First came to the MoFo some time around August 2002, single, no children save for four Minicons who act the part

7. Group affiliations
Sailors as Sailor Unicron

8. Possible hazardous abilities and/or quipment
can morph into a cardinal, owns a fusion cannon, can transform in Sailor Unicron

--------------------------

Kayla walked into the room, her four Minicons trailing behind her.

"Why are we here again?" asked Dead End.

"I think we're supposed to register for the new forum today," said Jolt.

"Jolt's right," said Kayla, "Yuku epically borked the record, so now we have to re-register."

"Ah," said Dead End.

The four then claimed their seats.

Pach looked towards Crimjims. Both his and the fox's eyes locked onto one another, and within that moment, it was almost as if nothing else was in the room. Those others who had arrived all seemed to vanish, as the pair's senses travelled them to a world beyond worlds, beyond all of time and space and reality itself. Niether one said nothing, but their souls were laid before the other. In but a single instant, an eternity had been spoken.

Reality for the pair snapped to normal.

Pach laughed.

"Aye, yonder fox here be right! We demand a drink! Although I have to wonder just how much of a man my good friend here is. One pint is not narry enough!"

Pach spotted the approaching Kayla.

"And another for our wenchy lass! In fact, drinks for all who be here! At the double!"

Kayla took the offered drink with a smile.

"Haven't seen either of you around for a while," she said, slowly sipping her drink.

"My dear," Pach began. "I'm afraid you must be mistaken, for I have never seen such a fair maiden as yourself in all my many years of life, and I am quite sure that the magnificent Pach would remember such a fine specimen as yourself!"

Pach tapped the floor twice in succession with his axe. A small trail of cracks manifested along the flooring.

"I fear that, with but a sip, you are beginning to lose your faculty of mind. To which I say: Good tidings!" Pach laughed roarishly. "And, er, what be these tiny little things?" Pach asked, looking at the small minicons following in Kayla's path. "They look so small and insignificant, I am quite sure they would not even make for a fine starter meal. What in all of this bizarre world are these supposed to be?"

"Depends what the pint is, Thor. And stop calling me a fox!" The wolfthing replied, shaking his fist. "...and take off the beard you look like a prat!"

At which point Silvershadow caught his eye, and he slipped into a fugue state muttering about breasts, grog, cannons and rum, curling up into his tail and looking like he was trying to forget something.

SEGA CITY APPLICATION FOR CITIZENSHIP

1. Name
Hukos

2. Species
Human

3. Age
21

4. Sex
Male

5. Appearance
About 6'0" tall, Caucasian descent, shoulder-length brown hair. Wears some light armor underneath his shirt and long pants.

6. Relevant Biographical details
---
A small blink was the first action our dear Hukos took to his new surroundings. A strange time warp thingy will do that to you, you know (Such a creative plot device to boot! Let's say Dark Force created it). After a considerable amount of time investigating his new surroundings, Hukos discovered he had made his way into the Mobius Forum World, and more specifically, Sega City.

"I think... it's time to introduce myself to this strange, brave new world." He mused to himself, proceeding to the waiting room along with several other creatures conversing among themselves. Hukos took the liberty of sitting down and preferred to glance around his surroundings first, before introducing himself.

7. Group affiliations
Was a member of the Hunter's Guild in the planet of Motavia but not anymore due to time warp thingies, etc.

8. Possible hazardous abilities and/or equipment

As a former Hunter Hukos is armed with a photon-charged Broadsword (IE, the blade looks all glowy and junk when active and is just the hilt when inactive, for those that never played PSO : ). Photon-enabled weapons are not as powerful as a normal weapon would, but they are more accessible and inexpensive so it all works out in the end. Hukos also has learned a number of unique "Techniques", abilities that take advantage of one's mental capabilities to produce various effects. For example, dishing out fireballs or lightning bolts, healing wounds, temporary buffs/debuffs. Note that extensive use of these "Mental Techniques" can be extremely exhaustive and possibly dangerous in the right circumstances. Also note that "Mental Techniques" are separate from the mysterious force we like to call "Magic".

SEGA CITY APPLICATION FOR CITIZENSHIP

1. Name
Swanson

2. Species
Human

3. Age
18

4. Sex
Male

5. Appearence
Shaggy brown hair, stunning blue eyes, handsome face. The whole package really. Wears a black shirt and jeans with a purple hoodie and a sword strapped to his side.

6. Relevant Biographical details
Eh, who really knows, the guy doesn't share many details of the past.

7. Group affiliations
Was said to be in cahoots with a group of rebels known as the Italicites but most of them have left for other realms by now.

8. Possible hazardous abilities and/or equipment
It's said that his sword is some ancient weapon capable of incredible power that would make any mortal tremble but who really knows, the bastard doesn't share past details!

Swanson walked into the room, surveying the odd scene that had filled it, he decided the best course of action was to take the seat farthest away from the big norse god-like dude and his "pal" who CLEARLY wasn't a fox. That seat happened to be next to a rather normal looking, if a bit spaced out, human. (Srol for those reading at home)

1. Name: tigger

2. Species: Half human girl, half tiger. Not an anthro

3. Age: 16 but looks a bit younger.

4. Sex: Female

5. Appearence: Around four feet tall with short brown hair. One blue eye and one green eye. Her face has several black stripes on the side. Her nose resembles a tiger cub's nose. Has a pair of tiger cub ears poking out the top of her head. Clothing varies but likes to wear a large t-shirt that often serves as a dress. Not very fond of shoes or socks. Has a very long prehensile tail. Seems to have small stripes on her arms and legs, though they don't span her entire limbs.

6. Relevant Biographical details: Comes from a species of half human, half animal beings called Anima. Seems to be one of the last remaining ones.

7. Group affiliations: None whatsoever (Can someone explain this one)

8. Possible hazardous abilities and/or equipment: Since she has a long prehensile tail, can accidentally end up hitting or tripping people. Curious as a cat and she just can't help it, which usually brings trouble and harm to anyone nearby. Can use fire magic but it's really inconsistent and can range from a small flame to a fireball the size of a beachball...she's probably better off just avoiding use of it altogether.

*Will edit in an intro later. Need to read up first on everyone else's appearance*

"These are my Minicons," said Kayla, "The black one is Dead End, the blue and black one with the helicopter rotor is Jolt, the other blue one is Six-Speed, and the white one is Reverb."

"We ended up here after we got caught in a worm hole," said Jolt, "Kayla took us in."

"Black hole, you say?" Hukos said, butting into the conversation. It might have been a bit rude, but bloody hell he was bored, why not? Good chance to talk to some people here after all. "Same thing happened to me," he sighed, resting his elbow on the counter in a rather lazy fashion.

"Black hole, ye both say?" Pach asked, stroking his beard. "Aye, I cannot think of anyone whom might possibly be manly enough to create such a thing." Pach laughed furiously.

"Anyhoo!"

Pach slammed his giant axe upon the ground, shaking the entire room.

"When is this show going to start! I demand drink and entertainment at once! The god of awesome will not be kept awaiting!"

Kayla grinned at Pach's display.

"Little bit impatient are we?" she asked.

"Slightly, it seems," said Hukos, mirroring her grin.

1. Name
Moius Antonio Springheart

2. Species
Mobian Eagle {Note: Species Sentience Evolutionary path rendered them Flightless.}

3. Age
Mid-20's

4. Sex
Male

5. Appearence
Is fond of the casual shirt/jeans look, and is often seen sporting his fedora and Trenchcoat...and sometimes, his Shotgun!

6. Relevant Biographical details
To compensate for his species lack of flight, he took up piloting, as the natural love of flight still persists...almost as a paradoxical state of mind.
Currently runs the Mobius Investigation Agency...single handedly doing what he can to assist authorities and citizens at a moments notice.

7. Group affiliations
Doesn't normally have a particular alliegence, but he is often on hand to assist whomever may need it!

8. Possible hazardous abilities and/or equipment
In his jacket, he may usually have with him the Shotgun and A couple of miniature explosive devices...along a few other items that can be found useful when the situations that may require them are taking place. He prides himself on being prepared for whatever comes up, so long as he's moderately aware of events beforehand!

*************************************

" Ohhh, my head... "

The Eagle came round, sprawled on the ground...hat laying beside him as he sat up to survey just what the heck was going on, and where in the world he was.
The last thing the Mobian Eagle could clearly remember was snoozing on the couch back at home...something about ponies and confectionary...before Blacking out inexplicably and then waking up here. He was mildly disconcerted, and he rubs his head as he grumbled slightly at the fact that for no reason at all, he couldn't recall anything clearly right now - it all felt like a dull throbbing headache when he tried to think back to anything that may have transpired.

" Did ANYONE get the license and registration of...whatever the crap ran me over in my sleep? " the Eagle muttered as he got to his feet, snatching up his battered fedora hat and dusting himself off. He checked his inside pockets...all the usual standard equipment was on him, and that at least meant he had something to use should he have any sudden need to.

It was about then he realised he was surrounded by others he could recognise - which confused him even further...

" Wow - what IS this? " The Eagle pondered loudly, glancing around and trying to think on the situation.
" If THIS is meant to be the afterlife, Color me EXTREMELY disappointed - NOW I wanna see lifes manager and give him a piece of my mind! "

Hukos nodded, waiting for the "show" to start, or whatever it was that was going to happen.

"So what... dimension, or whatever do you come from?" Hukos asked her, if it wasn't too much of a bother. He was used to non-human creatures on his own home world. Native Motavian's were quite... animistic (if that's even a word ), so it wasn't something shockingly new to the former Hunter.

Hukos also noted the new Eagle coming into the fray, and simply gave a wave to him to acknowledge that he saw him.

It had been some time since she had been in a city such as this. Who in the world named their city, Sega City? A pretty unique name to be sure. Unsure of what to think of this new world she had stumbled onto, she was ushered into a large building and to a large room known simply as the Waiting Room. She looked up at the faceplate to the room, unsure what to think.

"W-well, they said that if I came here, I might meet some newcomers just like me. I guess this would be it."

She let out a sigh, still unsure what to think and pushed the door open. She crawled in, greeted by some crummy artificial scent that all office building rooms seemed to have. Nothing like the smell of the air in a forest or even a garden for sure. While the room was pretty barren as far as decorations go, it had its fair share of colorful characters. She could count a few humans, some anthros and even some animals but who should she greet first? Her thoughts were interrupted by the loud ramblings of a fully dressed eagle in the middle of the room as if he had just awoke from a night of drinking.

"If this is meant to be the afterlife, color me extremely disappointed--Now I wanna see life's manager and give him a piece of my mind!" The eagle yelled.

"Well if you see the manager of this...waiting room place, ask him what gives? What's with this strange room? Couldn't we have all met...like outside instead of being in this stuffy old room?" She asked, hoping someone would agree with her. Maybe, hopefully.

" Whoevers in charge of all this must be laughing at our expense...there's no other explanation. " The Eagle huffed as he rubs the back of his head, feeling the beginnings of a headache again. " He won't be laughing when I catch up to him, swear to...whatever god there might be listening! "

Mobius sighs long and hard for a moment, deeply frustrated that things were so blatantly messed up and unanswerable right now as he went to throw himself onto a nearby couch...he wasn't used to a situation he couldn't figure out quickly - whatever was going on, it clearly wasn't going to be a solo affair to deal with.

"He won't be laughing when I catch up to him, swear to...whatever god there might be listening!" The loud, huffing and puffing eagle Mobius cried out.

As he threw himself onto the nearest couch available, a sudden shadow loomed over his entire body, and to Mobius' surprise he was greeted by a very large, very hairy individual with a very large, very pointy axe.

"Aye! I hear ye, lad. Your sworn oath has been recognised by yonder god of awesomeness." Pach laughed. "Now! Where in all the nine realms is the person in charge of all of this, and where is MY DRINK?!"

"We were originally from a planet called Gigantion," said Jolt.

"And I was a product of Unicron," said Dead End.

"It was partially Dead End's doing that I became Sailor Unicron," said Kayla.

"Hey, how was I supposed to know what that little doo-dad was supposed to do?" he asked, indignantly.

"It's called a brooch," said Reverb, ducking to avoid a swat from the black Minicon.

"Now, now, children," said Kayla, "Behave yourselves."

"Hey, Kayla," said Six-Speed, "Why don't we get anything to drink?"

"Oh, sorry," she said, pulling four cubes of Energon out of her personal sub-space pocket, "Here you go."

The Minicons took the offered cubes.

"Thankies."

Swanson had been trying his hardest to not care about the situation going on in this room, but it was pretty hard to do when he didn't have his I-Pod on him to drown out the scattered conversations going on. The one immediately catching his attention was the one a few chair down involving Bird-Man and Norse Dude.

"So...you some sort of god because I'd hate to think of the poor women that had to give birth to your husky frame." Swanson would say, turning towards the hulking figure of Pach. Was he joking or did he just like causing trouble? Both actually.

"Aye, I am the finest god in all of existence! Other gods tremble before my girth and might!" Pach triumpthantly declared, dramatically posing as he did so. "Do ye tremble in awe before my holy visage, young man?"

"Uh...yeah sure...just remind me to not be around you when's there's food." Swanson turned his attention to the bird, laying upon the nearby couch, next. "What about you Bird-Man? You must have some weird powers to just appear out of nowhere like that."

Shortly after forumers began coming around to re-register, a new poster went up in the waiting room advertising a new cafe in the Boredom District.

SEGA CITY APPLICATION FOR CITIZENSHIP

1. Name

Ramza Kane Valentine

2. Species

Kitsune

3. Age

27 years of age, galactic standard

4. Sex

Male

5. Appearence

Black fox with a white "underbelly". Onyx power armor of the GS-52B series. Carries a gunshield, a power sword, and a las revolver.

6. Relevant Biographical details

Only came to the MFW recently when his hyperspace jet crashed. He was chasing after one Adahn Saturos Valentine, his older brother, for the crime of trafficking in bioweapons and bioterrorism.

7. Group affiliations

Foundation Hunter, Veteran Class. Honorary Moderator.

8. Possible hazardous abilities and/or quipment

Due to his contact with the Cubia Virus, Ramza has the ability to for and manipulate ice and use it as a weapon and shield.

Hukos took notice of the peculiarly placed poster and pondered the possibility of pandering to the potential of it's advertisement. Hooray for unnecessary alliteration!

Hukos took notice of the peculiarly placed poster and pondered the possibility of pandering to the potential of it's promised providings. Hooray for unnecessary alliteration!

Even better now!

You and me, Hukos, we're an unstoppable team! =D

Kayla regarded the newly put up poster carefully.

"Mm, sounds interesting," she said, "We'll have to pay a visit after we're done here."

SEGA CITY APPLICATION FOR CITIZENSHIP
1. Name:
Kaze the Chao

2. Species:
Chao (Bio-engineered)

3. Age:
6. Taking into consideration a factor in the previous item, this comes as no surprise, considering a normal Chao’s lifespan.

4. Sex:
None. Generally referred to using female-specific pronouns.

5. Appearance:
1’1”, about 6-8 lbs. Looks like any other normal chao, except for her sky blue eyes. Wears a bandana and carries a sword fit for a chao. To others, it’s a knife.

6. Relevant Biographical details:
Kaze arrived in the Mobius Forum World in 2005. After almost a year of fighting to even earn her citizenship, she befriended an abandoned Pokemon, accidentally awakened a supposedly non-functioning robot, and got infected with the Sailorness virus. Good times.

7. Group affiliations
None. She hangs with her friends and does odd jobs with her robot buddy at a used robot parts store. Some people call it a “Junk Shop.”

8. Possible hazardous abilities and/or equipment
Kaze has no hazardous abilities to speak of. She carries a chao-sized sword, which to others is a dagger. She also pilots a modified Chao Walker with a gatling gun arm and wheels in its feet. It’s speedy, to say the least.
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Kaze narrowed her eyes as she looked over the application, making sure she didn’t leave any blanks. When the chao was fully satisfied with her work, she turned it in to the front desk and returned to the small row of seats where the rest of her company sat. Sitting next to the chair she had been occupying was a robot hedgehog, a spitting child-like image of the once popular video game character Sonic the Hedgehog.

In a third seat sat a human girl who seemed to be in her late teens. She had a tanned complexion and short cyan hair with blonde tips; a cowlick near the center of her head, just above where a sky blue bandana similar to Kaze’s was tied around her head; pointed upwards to a small bauble floating above her head. Her outfit was comically similar to a neutral chao’s typical color scheme; her tank top and shorts were light blue and denim, respectively. yellow straps hung from beltloops on her shorts, which matched the wristbands she wore. Her socks were yellow, and her sneakers were sky blue and yellow. The pink kerchief tied around her neck and the green emerald pendant she wore completely clashed with her entire outfit.

Sitting on top of the girl’s head was a Pokemon—a Pichu, to be precise. Aside from the blue kerchief tied around its neck, there was absolutely nothing odd about the small mouse-like creature. Sensing Kaze’s presence, its ears perked up and it hopped off the chao-girl’s head and scampered over to greet her.

“Done already-chu?”
“It’s a really short form,” Kaze replied. “What about you, Pikku?”
“Saya’s writing for both of us-chu,” Pikku said, her head tilting to the side. “Pikku can’t write like humans-chu.”
Kaze nodded. “That’s right.” She directed her attention to the robot hedgehog, who decided to occupy the other chair with his feet and pretend to dig in his ear. “I take it you haven’t even bothered to fill out your application, Chibi Sonic?”

Chibi Sonic, often called ‘CSR’ (short for Chibi Sonic Robo, his full ‘designation’), looked down at the two small creatures before saying flatly, “It’s gonna take me five minutes and thirty-two point seven seconds to fill out this thing if I write sloppily, but twice as long if I bother to write neatly. It’s a waste of time.”
“CSR! You won’t get your status reinstated if you don’t fill out the form!”
“Whatever.”

The chao-girl, Saya, also known as Sailor Wind, giggled a little at the exchange. “My, my, it’s quite lively about today, isn’t it?”
“I don’t know-chu,” Pikku said, ears drooping. The Pocket Monster hopped back onto the Scout’s shoulder, dark-blue eyes a bit watery. “Those two are always arguing-chu… At least the Center is empty, so they aren’t causing a scene-chu…”

Indeed, this small group had entered the Sega City Newbie Center (or whatever it was called these days) long after anyone and everyone had probably gone. If anyone was still around, it should be pointed out that Kaze would instantly say the robot was the reason none of them got here any sooner.

Kayla grinned when Sailor Wind walked in.

"Kaze!" she exclaimed, tacklehugging the Chao turned Sailor, "Great to see you again!"

It had come out of nowhere; the tacklehug caught Saya off-guard, much to Pikku's, CSR's, and Kaze's surprise.

The chao-girl could only look into Kayla's face, her expression extremely confused. "Um.... I... am I supposed to know you...?"
"Kayla," Kaze spoke up, rushing over to the two of them, "Long time no see. Of course, I'm right here; you just ran into Sega City's only chao-human hybrid."

Kayla quickly jumped off Sailor Wind.

"So sorry," she said, "I thought you were Kaze."

Kayla turned to the Chao.

"It's so good to see you again. How have you been?"