The gilded griffin smiled as she tended to the wounded. Once nice and clean she put bandages on the cuts that needed it, and ointment on any of the burns that looked in need of their cooling affect. When she was done she offered him the tube of ointment that was left over from the first aid kit.

"Here, Toby, keep a hold of this, if the burns start bothering you put more on, or I'll help." She offered him a warm smile. It was clear the sheriff's desire to help him was genuine. Finally she used another wipe to clean her hands as she stuff the trash into a plastic bag, also from the kit.

"Wow. None of that sounded good." Target said, his chipper demeanor cracking a little bit in lieu of the somber topic of 'super emeralds'

It was around then the waitress returned with a large tray, she skillfully remembered each party members order, setting the plates, and still missing drinks down at each respective table. "Just holla' if yall need anything else."

Sheriff Jack crossed her arms as she considered the information given to her. It was clear nothing these kid's had done was malicious in any way, and the story involving Eggman and his plans seemed to line up with the sort of thing she'd heard he's done before. "So, then our job would be to, stop Eggman's plans, retrieve the emeralds, somehow undo what he's done, and figure out how to do this while he maybe anywhere and anydimension with his portal thing'er... That's a bit daunting." She said honestly, but offered a determined smile as she looked at the group. "We'll have to get an early start tomorrow then, Any ideas as to where we'll begin?"

Seemingly oblivious to his boss, the CT proceeded to pry the hat off his head, it came off with some fuss given there was only a small hole cut in the hat for the targeting laser sight attached to his head. without his hat the CT's head looked... unusual, instead of the normal domed helmet he had smooth plating that was there only to cover the hole in his head left when the helmet was removed, in some places, the metal around the edges where blackened and told of old damage.

"Psst, Toby." He said leaning closer, offering his hat to the boy. "Will you sign my hat?"

Sure enough, there was already another signature inside the hat brim 'Target, take care of my little girl. -Andy Clarke'

Tails took the ketchup bottle nearby and proceeded to put far too much ketchup on his plate.

As the conversation drifted across the table, he began consuming French fries at an alarming rate, dipping them in the pile of ketchup and tucking them into his mouth until there was no room for any more.

He froze as the taco flew across room as the taco hit the shark, Mako, in the face. Tails' cheeks bulged, full of fries, and for the moment he looked like a very odd chipmunk. He looked around for the source of the item, and saw the capsule trooper running out of the restaurant.

Oh, he thought, capsule troopers, and began chewing again.

There was probably no stranger group of, well, people than capsule troopers on the face of the planet. A mass-produced army of uncertain origin and even less certain purpose, their base personality seemed naturally rooted towards eccentricity, and, while a great many of them seemed to function quite well and the majority of capsule troopers kept under control in circumstances such as military ranks, or well-managed enough organizations, when left to their own devices they usually took on a Personality--inasmuch as one might wear a favorite shirt, or possibly, in their case, a pair of Lucky Underpants--and got more and more crazy.

They weren't actively dangerous or harmfully insane, as a rule; they just seemed... unaware of the normalcy of the rest of the world, and usually tried to imitate the more interesting points of civilization without bothering to understand them or mimic any of the other, apparently more boring things like manners or an attention span. This usually resulted in a personality that very few people could begin to understand, let alone love, and so, in spite of a few very successful capsule troopers in positions like 5-star generals and corporation executives, there were a great deal of lone capsule troopers. Not at all unhappy with their estrangement, they seemed to thrive on the fringes of society, occupying niche roles such as bungee-jumping-window-washer or river-dancing-mine-sweeper, and entertaining the few people who saw them as more than insufferable or annoying. The rest of them managed to cope quite well in societal roles where their rather uniquely hardy make kept them in business in heavy industry and law enforcement.


Tails watched as the Capsule Trooper, clad in full winter camo, ran out into the desert, and reflected that it did indeed take all sorts to make a world.

Gradually his attention was brought back to the conversation, which seemed to be taking a turn downhill, and quietly looked on with an expression of concern, which was interrupted only by a constant inflow of ketchuppy fries.

[OoC: I ad-libbed a bit here with capsule trooper stuff Matt; feel free to Deciseively and Terminal Veto Things.]