PopcornPie
Dazed, confused, but chugging on.
Samus-Polar Cap
Samus had taken the liberty of collecting the device's pieces, and delivered them to Hazor1010 with her helmet serving as a basket. "Unfortunately, I fear that any results we get from researching the device will be weaker than if it were whole. That is why I was trying to avoid using my weapons on it." She drummed her fingers on her Arm Cannon.
She accepted the credits gracefully, though she lacked any way to safely hold them all.
Jezza Veradana BoltBeam
Giffany-Torikago
Giffany patiently awaited the end of the song, standing at the back of the stage with her arms folded behind her back. Only after the audience's applause faded did she come forward.
"Excuse me." She announced. "I was hoping that someone here knows the way to the dry cleaners'?"
The café went silent, just a few dozen pairs of eyes blinking in her direction. Finally, somebody voiced everyone's thoughts. "Who's this clown?" That person sparked a flurry of inquiries.
"I've never seen her here before."
"She must have been created recently."
"What a sweet voice!"
"She's got a sweet speaking voice. Let's hear her singing voice!"
"Yeah! Sing it, girl!"
And now Giffany had a few dozen mouths spread open wide, chanting at her. "Sing! Sing! Sing! Sing!"
"O-oh, my..." Giffany took a little step backwards. "Everyone, I'm not a singer. I'm just..." She was drowned out.
"SING! SING! SING! SING!"
"Oh, gosh..." There was no way out. The guest, now with her cheeks matching her hair, stammered while she flipped through her brain for a song. When she had a choice, she cleared her throat loudly enough to silence everyone.
"Donguri korokoro donburiko
O-ike ni hamatte saa taihen
Dojou ga detekite konnichi wa
Botchan issho ni asobimashou
Donguri korokoro yorokonde
Shibaraku issho ni asonda ga
Yappari o-yama ga koishii to
Naite wa dojou wo komaraseta..."
The silence gave Giffany a big smile of hope. Unfortunately, the crowd was not satisfied.
"That's it? Eight verses?"
"Sing more!"
"Oh, no!" Giffany held herself as the crowd began to chant again. "More! More! More! More!"
Whelp, she had a new career. And didn't like it one bit.
Topless
Samus had taken the liberty of collecting the device's pieces, and delivered them to Hazor1010 with her helmet serving as a basket. "Unfortunately, I fear that any results we get from researching the device will be weaker than if it were whole. That is why I was trying to avoid using my weapons on it." She drummed her fingers on her Arm Cannon.
She accepted the credits gracefully, though she lacked any way to safely hold them all.
Jezza Veradana BoltBeam
Giffany-Torikago
Giffany patiently awaited the end of the song, standing at the back of the stage with her arms folded behind her back. Only after the audience's applause faded did she come forward.
"Excuse me." She announced. "I was hoping that someone here knows the way to the dry cleaners'?"
The café went silent, just a few dozen pairs of eyes blinking in her direction. Finally, somebody voiced everyone's thoughts. "Who's this clown?" That person sparked a flurry of inquiries.
"I've never seen her here before."
"She must have been created recently."
"What a sweet voice!"
"She's got a sweet speaking voice. Let's hear her singing voice!"
"Yeah! Sing it, girl!"
And now Giffany had a few dozen mouths spread open wide, chanting at her. "Sing! Sing! Sing! Sing!"
"O-oh, my..." Giffany took a little step backwards. "Everyone, I'm not a singer. I'm just..." She was drowned out.
"SING! SING! SING! SING!"
"Oh, gosh..." There was no way out. The guest, now with her cheeks matching her hair, stammered while she flipped through her brain for a song. When she had a choice, she cleared her throat loudly enough to silence everyone.
"Donguri korokoro donburiko
O-ike ni hamatte saa taihen
Dojou ga detekite konnichi wa
Botchan issho ni asobimashou
Donguri korokoro yorokonde
Shibaraku issho ni asonda ga
Yappari o-yama ga koishii to
Naite wa dojou wo komaraseta..."
The silence gave Giffany a big smile of hope. Unfortunately, the crowd was not satisfied.
"That's it? Eight verses?"
"Sing more!"
"Oh, no!" Giffany held herself as the crowd began to chant again. "More! More! More! More!"
Whelp, she had a new career. And didn't like it one bit.
Topless