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Fandom Super Smash Brothers: The Ten Pillars

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Location: Battlefield Fortress | Interactions: SheepKing SheepKing
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Sora quietly listened to Chrom and Robin before nodding slowly and keeping his eyes glued to the map before him. While he was looking for some kind of obvious answer to the current issue, he was well aware it wouldn't be that easy. It never was and he had learned that time and time again. Still, Luke's words from before lingered in the back of his mind. While it had been an attempt to put him at ease and reassure him to not jump recklessly into things, much like Byleth's own words had been, but specifically his last words had stuck with him.

"Sometimes the answer is right under our noses, and we miss it 'cause we're not thinking straight."

Maybe that had some merit, not only in Sora's own reckless nature to jump head first into things, but in their observation of the map as well. As frantic as his mind was racing, he could easily overlook a solution if he didn't keep his head on straight.

Taking a deep breath, the keyblade wielder calmed his mind and slowly turned his head towards the other boy as he spoke again. His eyes quickly jumped back to the map as Luke began pointing various things out. It forced Sora to stop and think about what exactly they were looking at. Even if it wasn't their objective, he found himself quietly looking over each mark, observing where they were and how many were grouped up together. Luke's remark on how more had even showed up made him think too. That likely meant not everyone had arrived. Actually, he could tell that much given how few marks there were. Even if he wasn't the brightest, he could tell the numbers didn't add up like they should. So many fighters were missing and even worse, they were vastly spread out.

Frowning at the thought, Sora tried to keep his own emotions in check, though it was hard for him to hide such things. He was a rather passionate after all and that passion shone in almost everything he did. As concerned as he was over everything he was seeing on the map itself, he had to focus on the task he had before him and that was figuring out potential areas where Lucina might be.

Looking at the two single, moving logos Luke pointed out, Sora let out a soft "hm" as he tried to think of the likeliness of either being Lucina. Sadly his knowledge of the Smash Realm was rather limited given how short his time had been on his first visit. Still, from what he can see on the map itself and the information Robin offered up, he wasn't sure either seemed likely, especially since both were moving from the based located in the area.

That forced him to shift towards other possibilities. There weren't many other options though. Most the other groups seemed too full of Smash logos for an army to get away with existing. Actually, the idea that not one, but two armies had crossed from Chrom and Robin's world was baffling to him, but that wasn't his place to speak. Maybe the Hands needed to be more mindful of who or what they were letting into the Realm.

With a small shake, Sora forced himself to focus. His eyes scanned across the map until they settled upon the only other single logo. It wasn't far from where they were, though admittedly he wasn't sure what was in the area to make an estimated guess as to whether or not it would be logical for an army to be there.

"I think the most logical choice would be here," he stated while pointing at the spot where the Ruined Zoo was located. "But that's putting aside the idea that a second Smash Bro isn't with here. It's possible she could be here and someone else is too..."

His finger moved to the two logos near the Stadium. That could easily serve as a stronghold, especially with no tournament on going. It'd be easy to defend as well given it was airborne. There was also the possibility that the kidnapped children weren't even present in the Smash Realm at all. That thought briefly crossed his mind, but he decided against bringing it up out of respect.


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Byleth gave a curt nod in Layton's direction before he quietly and carefully watched the other professor clumsily and slowly come at him. He didn't judge though. He'd seen own students move similarly, albeit it was generally the ones who were incompetent with a blade. Still, he didn't let his guard down easily. Instead, he met each swing with a block of his own blade and parried the sabre back all while taking small, yet precise steps forward.

It seemed as soon as Byleth applied pressure of his own though was when Layton's true skill came out to greet him. Still, he remained well guarded, all while keeping his own powers in check to assure he didn't overstep in a simple sparring session. While he didn't wish to doubt the other man's capabilities, he knew it wasn't fair if he allowed the Sword of the Creator to be at its full strength. It wasn't about proving his superiority. It was about testing Layton's own skills and judging it for himself.

Compared to the fast movements of Layton, Byleth seemed to move much more slowly, yet with each swing, his sword was there to protect him. He was confident even on the defensive. Years of training and experience had hard implanted such a mentality into him. There was a reason he had earned the name Ashen Demon after all. Even the most skilled mercenaries had fallen at his hands when they had dared to contest him.

Despite such confidence though, the other professor seemed to keep Byleth on his toes. His eyes quickly followed the movements of his opponent and held his own ground until the opportunity for his own offense presented itself to him. One parry was all it took for the Ashen Demon to bare his fangs. Within the blink of an eye, his whole fighting style seemed to change and he aggressively applied the pressure. His swings were forceful, yet calculated. None of his movements were done by mistake. Each was done with purpose. It was a display of exactly how well trained and battle practiced Byleth truly was. While his blade didn't seem to be a blur like Layton's had been, he still moved in a way that felt quick, while not actually being such.

As he pressed his attack, his face remained as stoic as always, though his brows did crease in concentration. With each strike he made, Byleth searched for another opportunity to take the advantage. It was then he felt his swing blocked low against Layton's blade and he moved to quickly try and disarm his opponent. Sliding his blade up against the guard of the other professor's blade, Byleth quickly stepped to the side to allow himself to put more of his weight into wrenching the blade downward and put as much pressure upon Layton's wrists as he could without actually hurting him.

"You fight well, but I suggest you submit..." he said lowly, his eyes hard locked onto Layton, not daring to show him disrespect even in a favorable position.
 
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Location: Futopia | Interactions: GrumpySwallow GrumpySwallow Darklord95 Darklord95
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Pyra breathed out softly as she glanced around and noticed her friends fighting their hardest to make sure she was protected. She couldn't help but feel grateful. Without them, she wouldn't be able to put Mythra's own desires into action. She couldn't fail now!

Increasing the intensity of the flames coming from her hands, they spiraled upward at the wall, burning much hotter than any ordinary flame would. Pyra was pouring her soul into this attack and even as her blade was finally struck down and fell into the sea of chairs below, she did not falter. If anything her determination only grew and as the seconds passed, her flames made leeway on the melting wall. Her blade had done enough to slice through enough for the flames to do the rest.

As the heat from her fire grew the wall couldn't handle it anymore. In one big explosion the aegis's flames broke through. As quickly as they had done so, the water that came rushing in extinguished them. Seeing the rush of water, Pyra hurried forward with no regard for her safety. She had no time to waste even if it meant instantly finding herself doused in water. Aligning herself directly under the hole, she extended her hand upward and cried out desperately:

"SIREN!"

Before anything else could happen, Pyra felt herself swept up from the current that poured in and it tossed her around with no care for who she was or what she was trying to accomplish. This was exactly the part of the plan Mythra hadn't thought through all too well, yet the redhead had to persevere not only for her own sake, but for Pit and Toon Link. If anything it was more important to assure their safety more than hers. It wasn't as if dying was something that worried her given what she was.

That thought quickly faded from her mind though she she struggled against the current and pushed herself to the surface in attempt to not only stay afloat, but to keep her connection to Siren as stable as possible.

Breathing heavily, Pyra's eyes quickly moved upward to the hole she had created and she lifted her hand again. Unlike before, her headpiece seemed to react and brightly it glowed. That was a good sign. Any doubts that she might not be able to call upon Siren herself faded in that moment. She had done the hard part, now all she needed was to make her request clear and the rest would be left to Siren.

"Please help us Siren! Lend us your strength!"

Her voice boomed out and the crystal on her head reacted even more as it began to act as a beckon for the artifice to guide itself towards. All they could do now was wait. How long? Even Pyra wasn't sure, but while they did wait she would have time for Mythra to take control again to assure once the artifice did arrive she'd safely be able to pilot it with no issues.

As the aegis was pulled beneath the water's current once more, she allowed herself to swap back to Mythra. Holding her breath, she waited until finally the dim glow of emerald cut through the currents. Siren was here! Watching the artifice slam against the opening Pyra had created and enlarging it in order to easily reach Mythra, the aegis couldn't help feeling her confidence rising despite how the situation currently was.

Pushing herself up towards the mechanical entity, she quickly presented herself to the crystal upon its chest and in a few seconds she disappeared inside, allowing herself to finally catch her breath. Now she needed to find Pit and Toon Link before getting out of this horrid place. Scanning the waters frantically, Mythra looked for any sign of the two. It was hard to spot anything though. Hopefully they'd be able to make their way to Siren and make her life easier.
 
She may have to further elaborate on the strange food items of her world like how a brain food lunch isn't actually made of brains it just fuels a person’s mind. How her telepathy works; it certainly helped guide Ness through peaceful rest valley and played a huge role in their battles, mostly the praying proved its usefulness in the final curtain of the war against Giygas. Maybe tomorrow seeing as everyone is turning in for the night. She nods at Joker’s plan.” Getting a full night’s rest shouldn’t be a problem for me. I help my parents run the pole star preschool so I’m an early riser.” She loves the kids anyway it’s part of her normal life, or as it could living with her psychic abilities. Paula made herself comfortable near the warm campfire. It didn't take long for her to lull off to sleep. It's been a long day. It’s looking to be a long day , or least she assumes it’s better to save up her energy knowing how draining relying on PSI could be on her mind and body.

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Inkling didn’t doubt for a second that her fellow agent would want to join the cause, but still she’d sprout a little grin and nod in appreciation. It’d be nice to finally have someone around who could mostly understand her (aside from the blonde telepath in the group). And despite the rather rocky first meeting and lingering tensions, Eight seemed to be trying his best in integrating himself within the team as well as he could. That’s good, teamwork was what could make or break the tides of battle. The more cohesive everyone was, the better the odds were in their favor.

As the two cephalopods hungrily tore into their meals, Inkling listened attentively while Agent Eight began to explain how he’d managed to arrive in the realm, only to nearly choke on her food as a white envelope suddenly entered her vision.

“….”

Wordlessly, She gingerly took the letter from Eight’s extended hands, holding it up and examining the item from every angle, not so much as uttering a peep the entire time. Her bright orange eyes seemed most fixated on the crimson wax seal in the center.

Inkling handed the letter back to him without a word.

And then….

“Woomy!”

And again,

“Woomy! Woomy! WoomyWoomyWoomy!!”

A great big toothy grin and laugh tore out of her mouth as Three eagerly slung an arm over Eight’s shoulders and squeezed him into a tight hug, wildly twirling the two about in all her excitement. Once they were facing the rest of the group she’d then raise Eight’s arm up, proudly presenting the letter in his hand for everyone else to see, still continuing to booyah over and over. In that brief moment of sheer excitement, all the exhaustion, stress, and dread melted away just like that. All that remained was pure joy. But, eventually the booyahs and wild twirling simmered down, Inkling releasing her hold on the surely frazzled agent with one last pat on the back.

[Agent Eight….Welcome to Super Smash Brothers!]

As much as she wanted to continue her celebrations, it seemed everyone else was beginning to turn in for the night, and her sudden burst of energy was already starting to come down. And so with a wink and thumbs up, Inkling ended it off with a clap of her hands and,

[Very very happy! I will explain more after us sleep.]

Motioning to everyone else already tucking into bed.

Wiping her hands and placing her dishes away, Inkling went to grab a sleeping bag, dragging it over towards where everyone had set their’s up. Paula was nestled by the campfire, Ann and Joker cuddled together like something from a romance novel, Noctis and Prompto sleeping inside the tent. After some thought, she’d decide to sleep by the campfire as well on the opposite side of where Paula lied. A yawn bubbling from her throat, Inkling spread out her sleeping bag and slid inside. Only once she was cocooned underneath would she morph into her squid form, murmuring what might have been a goodnight as she closed her eyes and fell asleep. Tomorrow would be a new day, and everyone there needed all the rest they could get.
Interactions: Ploegy Ploegy (Joker and Ann) Kaiju Cat Kaiju Cat (Paula) A Hazy Sort of Clarity A Hazy Sort of Clarity (Agent 8) SirPrompto15 SirPrompto15 (Noctis and Prompto)
Location: Plains Near Stadium (Map TBA)
 


  • Min Min
    The Brawlin' Ramen Bomber

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    "Scrap parts?" Min Min asked aloud, digging into her memory. She knew the bare minimum about Shulk, unfortunately, due to her being such a tardy newcomer. She knew he lived in some sort of colony, yet, the more finer details of his past were an enigma to her.

    As the pair continued to walk together, the ARMS champion couldn't help but make a small, disbelieving sound at Shulk's next statement. While she knew the big sword he carried, the Monado, was his main source of power as far as combat went, she didn't like how self-deprecating his words were, even though his eyes danced with happiness at that moment. Taking a breath, she replied hesitantly,
    "Don't say that about yourself, Shulk. Although you have shown to rely on your Monado and its arts during battle, especially here, I can tell you from personal experience that being strong and powerful isn't all you need to win a fight. Although I have had years of experience with ARMS fighting and the *功夫 style of combat, I can say with confidence that it was by a stroke of luck that I defeated Max Brass and took the ARMS League Champion title for my own."

    Min fell silent for a moment, biting her lip slightly as she tried to figure out exactly what she wanted to say. She didn't appreciate the mocking of one's self, especially after all the self-loathing she had experienced and witnessed throughout her time being a professional fighter. The brightness of stardom tended to hide darkness within, after all. She then opened her mouth to speak once more, her swirled gaze unwavering and earnest.

    "Strength is important, but self-discipline and wisdom is perhaps even more necessary to win in combat. My past experiences has taught me this much. One must always have their wits about them when facing an opponent. What good is the sharpness of a blade if there's no swift mind and cunning strategy to guide it?

    ...Besides, I think you have the smarts and skill to be more than useful in combat, even without your sword."
    It seemed like Min Min had no more to say on that topic after that, for her eyes flicked back onto the road.

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    She followed the visionary's lead, about to hop over the ledge as well, but halted at Shulk's suggestion at wonderous sights that could be seen while they journeyed together. The ramen bomber's eyes twinkled slightly, and she chuckled.
    "**极好的, you know, I never really get to see many things like the ones you could find here. I live in a big village, yes, but it's surrounded by mountains...and my family, they're very, er, tight-knit. When I became an ARMS Fighter and flew to the headquarters to compete, that was the first time I...saw something other than the same mountains that surrounded my home...so even though we may or may not be in peril right now, it's still...rather nice..."

    Min Min turned to look at the falls, but right at that moment, a faint, young voice caught her attention. Looking around, she asked, "Did you hear that?"

    The ARMS fighter knew that she wasn't just hearing things...beginning to walk away from Shulk, towards the source of the voice, Min squinted around, and raised her voice slightly, asking, "***你好？谁在那儿？"

    Her query immediately answered itself when she finally caught sight of a little boy hauling himself out of the water, drenched head to toe. His uniquely shaped blonde hair and his striped shirt were very familiar to Min Min, and she quickly hastened to help the child, the gears in her mind beginning to turn.
    After a moment, she finally reached the boy, her green eyes filled with worry. "Lucas, is that you?"
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    *Kung Fu
    **Fantastic
    ***Hello? Who's there?
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Professor Layton & Luke
Location: The Battlefield Fortress
Interactions: Byleth & Sora ( Ploegy Ploegy ), Pichu ( SheepKing SheepKing ), Chrom & Robin ( Darklord95 Darklord95 )

Luke watched in awed silence as the two professors dueled blades. They were both stoic and focused, eyes locked on each other, each of their moves calculated and deliberate. For a moment, it seemed they were equals in this clash, neither gaining an advantage over the other. However, Byleth was a man who was raised by the sword, and that experience began to show as the spar went on. Professor Layton soon found himself on the defensive, having to grip the hilt of his sabre with both hands to block and parry the larger blade the other swordsman wielded. Though Layton's mind was quick, Byleth proved faster, thwarting every attempt of the Englishman to gain the upperhand. It finally came to an end when Byleth locked his blade with Layton's and forced it downwards, the man side-stepping and putting pressure on his wrists. The older professor was breathing heavily, sweat beading his brow, as Byleth's eyes bore into his and the younger man demanded his submission.

As much as Luke admired Byleth, he couldn't help but feel a touch of disappointment as Layton smiled modestly and nodded once. "Very well. I yield to your superior skill!" When Byleth released his lock on the sabre, Layton once again raised it in a fencer's salute toward the young man, silently thanking him for the sparring session before sheathing the sword. He then looked to the boys. "Come now, Luke, don't be so glum. This was no loss, but a chance to learn and improve. That is a victory in itself. Professor Byleth is a very proficient swordsman and should be praised as such."

Understanding the wisdom of his mentor's words, Luke's disappointment vanished. He nodded firmly and looked to Byleth. "That was amazing, Professor Byleth! Blimey, I'm sure am glad you're our friend than an enemy! Oh! I think Sora found something!"

As Professor Layton and Luke went to Sora's side to hear his thoughts, high in the dark night sky, a Golden Eye, lazily drifting back into its flight path after being summoned by Lord Lunaris to battle Meteor, spotted the group of Super Smash Brothers and the army of Chrom and Robin. It silently recorded their activities, sending the footage live to the Flying Citadel!

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Toon Link & Pit
Location: Futopia, under the sea
Interactions: Pyra/Mythra ( Ploegy Ploegy ), Fawful ( Darklord95 Darklord95 )

There was a sizzling noise, followed by the crashing sound of a cascade. Pyra had done it! Water poured into the private quarters of Fawful. Pit and Toon Link were caught in the violent tide, their bodies swept away along with various chairs that had filled the large room.

Pit clawed his way to the water's surface and was struck dumb as a gigantic mecha appeared in the now-enlarged hole. His eyes welled up with tears: that is the most AWESOME thing he had ever seen! A large beanbag, swept up in the rush of water, slammed into the angel and knocked him back into the depths! The force caused him to spin as he descended toward the sunken floor of the room. Ever a stubborn and resilient sort, Pit immediately regained his bearings and swam towards the mecha. Thankfully, swimming lessons were among the things taught to young putti (hot springs are very popular with angelkind, and a putto eagerly jumping into a spring too deep for it was not an uncommon occurrance in Angel Land) and Pit is a decent swimmer!

As Pit reached the area he knew the mecha was waiting, he swam upward toward the surface, weaving passed chairs as he did. He activated his Miracle of Flight and burst out of the water like a rocket. Soaked as he was, he knew he would not be able to fly as far or as effectively as he would under normal circumstances, but it should be enough to get him to his target. He hoped it would be enough! Pit's flight was clumsy and he gasped heavily with exertion, but he pushed himself onward!

Like his angelic companion, poor Toon Link was pummeled by chairs as the rushing waters filled the enclosed space. Struggling to hold his breath and his consciousness slowly beginning to fade, Toon Link knew he will drown if he couldn't escape the seemingly-endless barrage of chairs! He grabbed his trusty hookshot, aimed it upward, and fired. The hookshot caught a chair that had moved into its projectory and Toon Link was pulled to it. Acting quickly, he grabbed onto the chair and climbed onto the seat.

The Froggy Chair let out its call that made Toon Link's cheeks turn red with embarrassment.

Quickly returning his focus to the dire situation he was in, the little Hylian held onto the back of the chair for dear life, and found instant relief when it bobbed upward and broke the surface of the water. Toon Link took a deep breath of air and waved an arm frantically at Siren before he and the chair disappeared underwater. Again and again, Toon Link's chair broke the surface of the water only to submerge again seconds later. As Toon Link broke the surface for the umpteenth time, he saw he was very close to the giant robot. Deciding it was all or nothing, he leaped for it and clung on, desperation lending strength to his bruised and weary body.


Outside of Futopia, the Zola sentries were gambling in a game with seashells when a beam of emerald light suddenly appeared not too far from them or the sealed entrance to Fawful's underwater lair. And following the trajectory of the beam was an enormous white robot with teal wings! The force of the mecha slamming into the seafloor was so great that it sent everything in its vicinity, the Zola included, spinning backward! Panicked by what they had just witnessed, the Zola fighters frantically swam back to their own underwater base. The Sea Witch must learn of this!
 
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Shulk was taken aback a bit by Min Min's words, but he nodded along with them nonetheless. Still, he was fortunate enough to have had the Monado at his side, though he supposed it wasn't the only thing that had driven him to become a fighter. Such an unseated drive for revenge had been the real reason he even took up arms in the first place. How could he not let such a feeling fill him after he had watched his childhood friend murdered before his own eyes, or so that was how it had seemed at that time. All of that had been Zanza's plan for him though, as much as he hated to admit it.

Pushing the thought of such aside, Shulk gave a small shake of his head before he ruffled his hair. Her words had some merit, even if there was some doubt in his own mind. "I use scrap parts for building and tinkering... My friend used to have to bring me out of the colony when I wanted to find some since I wasn't all too proficient with a weapon."

As he explained, he smiled fondly at the memory. Oh how he'd grown since then. It was hard to believe he and his old self were even the same person at times. He supposed that was what it was like to grow though and it certainly helped given what he had gone through. To survive being merely a husk for a god's own fulfillment and then bring said god to his knees wasn't something many people could claim to have been through, even amongst the roster of heroes he found himself part of in this world.

"But even so, my words do stand true. I'm sure you'll be far better than I was at first," Shulk reiterated as he dropped his hand back down to his side. "Sure, you speak truth that I am indeed more than my weapon and my wits could carry me in a battle, but that is not the point I am trying to make here. It's that you are in a much better position than I was when I first starting adventuring."

Perhaps his point hadn't been clear when he had originally been making it, but he was sure it was now given how plainly he spoke it. Even so he wasn't allowed to focus long on whether it did or not given Min Min's sudden shift in attention as a voice called out behind them. He too heard it and immediately brought himself to a stop. Before he could vocalize any kind of response though, the ARMS fighter had already begun moving in the voice's direction and he was left watching her in silence with his hand raised as if he had planned to stop her.

For a few seconds Shulk pondered if it was smart to follow, but what choice did he have? If he didn't then they'd only get separated and given that no visions came to him to warn of any potential danger, it seemed to be safe. Hopefully he wouldn't come to regret such a thing though.

Finally turning to follow after her, the visionary soon caught up to his companion and without a word his gaze followed hers towards the boy that had pulled himself from the nearby water. It seemed he had met a fate similar to the one Shulk had upon exiting his own portal. He couldn't help feeling bad for the boy.

Softening his expression, he crouched down to Lucas's height and offered him a friendly smile. "Bad luck, isn't it? I had to go for a swim when I arrived too," he said softly. "You're not hurt though, are you?"

Despite Min Min asking a similar question already, he offered the same sentiment from his own lips. If the boy did have some kind of injury then they'd need to tend to it immediately before they moved forward. While he could provide minor healing of his own with help of his blade's abilities, he was almost certain the psychic was more than capable of tending to his own injuries if necessary. It was always surprising to remember just how strong Lucas was despite his timid and soft nature.
 
Dark Pit & Pikachu
Location: The Forest, west of the Lake Shore
Interactions: Tetra ( A Hazy Sort of Clarity A Hazy Sort of Clarity ), Sheik ( Forevermore Forevermore ), Cream & Cheese ( SirPrompto15 SirPrompto15 )

Dark Pit and Pikachu pressed on at a frenzied pace, avoiding or pushing through the rocks, logs, bushes, and branches that impeded their path. As they ran on, they began to sense something was amiss. If Juri Han had been pursuing them and she's as fast as she had claimed, shouldn't there have been any sign of her by now? Both Smash Brothers skidded to a halt, breathing heavily as they tried to make sense of the situation. Pikachu looked upward at Dark Pit, concern on her fuzzy face. The dark angel paid her little heed. Eyes narrowed, he glared down the path they had taken. Something was definitely wrong. Why haven't they been attacked yet?

A squeak and a point from Pikachu made Dark Pit turn his eyes skyward. The scowl on his face deepened as he caught sight of Cream and Cheese flying in the air, high above the trees. He had little doubt in his mind that Princess Zelda had sent them to find him. Fool! He told her not to come after him, and now this child may be in very great danger because of her refusal to listen to him!

The sound of voices and the rustling of disturbed plant-life pulled Dark Pit away from his frustration. Turning his focus toward the sounds, he gripped the conjoined hilt of his Silver Bow and split it into two blades. Pikachu dropped onto all fours and sparks flew from her cheeks as she growled in anticipation for battle. That had to be their pursuer! It's time to end things, once and for all!

The shouts and rustling grew louder, and as soon as Dark Pit saw the bushes shake, he charged forward, blades swinging in what would be a brutal slashing attack! He will cut down his enemy before she would even know what hit her!

As Tetra burst from the foliage, Dark Pit's eyes widened and, at that very last second, he changed the swinging path of his swords. The twin blades missed the Hylian by a hairsbreadth and struck a nearby boulder. The force was so strong that both blades were sent flying out of the angel's hands and spinning into the air! Dark Pit did a furious dance of pain, shaking his hands violently and screaming obscenities in a foreign language. Pikachu was so startled by the sudden turn of events that she jumped, her Thunderbolt cut off before she could unleash it. She landed on all fours, fur standing on end and her ears and tail fully erect.

"PIKACHU!"

Upon seeing the girl, Pikachu relaxed only slightly. Who was this girl? She looked very similar to the smallest of Links, the one called "Toon" Link, and carried the scent of the sea like he did! Was she from his world? Pikachu's chubby features became puzzled. "Pika?"
 
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Before Isabelle had a chance to answer his array of questions, the sound of a familiar voice echoed out. Not only that but it called him by name. Immediately, a shiver went down Roxas's spine before he turned his head in the direction of the voice's owner. His eyes were met with a sight he absolutely did not want to see- not after everything he had been through involving the other. Quietly staring at Riku, his eyes hardened before he took a small step back and let a soft growl rumble in the back of his throat. It was clear, despite Riku's nonchalant attitude, that the Nobody was not did not find comfort in seeing the other male.

"You..." Roxas returned gruffly as his expression twisted. All the kindness that had previously been present on his features was quick to fade and make his displeasure show. As Riku inquired about Sora, he felt a tinge of surprise hit him. Did he expect him to be keeping tabs on Sora? If anything it should be the other way around.

Even so, that wasn't what surprised him, or not exactly. While he was surprised Riku would ask him about Sora, he was more taken aback that the other didn't seem up in arms over his very existence. He had been so desperate to get rid of him before so Sora could return, yet this time such hostility seemed to be absent. It could all be a facade, though Roxas didn't dare let himself rely on lady luck of all things. His luck was far from good. He would at least offer an answer to his question before any could surface between the two of them.

"How should I know where Sora is?" he retorted rather snottily. "You were the one trying to drag me back to him now weren't you? Surprised you don't know where he is either."

Those words quickly settled with Roxas and he realized the strangeness of it. If Sora was asleep like Roxas had suspected, then wouldn't Riku of all people know exactly where he was? Supposedly not. Things were far messier than he would have thought. Maybe that was why Riku wasn't openly hostile towards him. If his existence wasn't chaining Sora to deep slumber, then there was no reason for the two of them to feud.

Letting such thoughts run through his mind, Roxas's eyes flickered towards Isabelle before he looked back towards Riku. "This is Isabelle. She's supposedly a friend of Sora's in this world. She's helping me find him, if he's even here and not asleep... I figured that was why you're here"

Huffing, he crossed his arms over his chest and looked away from both his companions, allowing his eyes to settle upon the tall mushroom platforms in the distance.

"And if he is asleep, you don't need to force me back to him. I'm already trying to find him as is. I already knew it was weird that I was back."

There was a hint of pain and sadness in his voice as he spoke those final words, but he masked those feelings from showing upon his face. Roxas was too proud and stubborn to let someone like Riku see the hurt he was burdened with. His head turned once again and he looked back at Isabelle again. "This jerk is Riku."

He didn't even try to hide his distaste for the other keyblade wielder. He let it be all out in the open that there was beef between the two of them. He wouldn't even go on to say anything further about him either. It was a short and simple introduction, filled with bitterness and perhaps a side of salt.
 
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As Isabelle and Roxas trudged towards the platforms, an uncomfortable silence weighed heavy between the two. Leading the way, the silence continued as they weaved about the winding road, the base behind them becoming nothing but a speck in the distance. Harsh concrete and metal melted into soft dirt and shrubbery as they walked, the fresh outside air quite the brevity compared to the stagnant musk from the underground. After being stuck down there for…. She wasn’t quite sure how long, but anyways, with however much time she’d been held captive, Isabelle could at least appreciate the change in scenery. And, as each step led the pair closer to Console City, Isabelle had the thought of getting a nice warm meal and cleaning herself up to look forward to. It would certainly be quite a while before they even got there, but the little secretary was incredibly insistent on looking at the situation with a glass half full sort of perspective. Still, the time would surely pass by faster if they didn’t spend it in this quiet. The little secretary tapped a paw against her chin, searching for something to say to lighten the mood.

But wouldn’t you know it, Roxas would be the one to strike conversation first. Suddenly hearing him speak after a period of long silence did cause her to jolt in surprise, but as Isabelle turned to face the boy she’d smile and nod, encouraging him to continue. He seemed quite curious about her relationship to Sora and Sephiroth, mentioning that she’d spoken of both with familiarity. A pretty reasonable question to have, especially for someone unaware of the tournament. Yet, as Roxas his belonging, murmuring to himself that he was out of place, Isabelle quickly shook her head, the bells in her hair aggressively jingling with each motion.

“You’re not out of place, just new! Nobody would expect a newcomer to already know the in’s and outs of a place they just came to, right? I know when I first came here I felt the same way. Everyone already seemed to know each other so well that you couldn’t help but feel a little out of place. But I promise that you’ll be able to fit right in with everyone in no time, trust me! So please don’t feel bad if you don’t know someone and feel free to ask me if you’re confused or unsure about something!”

Isabelle bashfully scratched the back of her head with a paw, a pale aura and what appeared to be…flowers? Seemingly emanating from her.

“I might not know everything about the realm, but there’s surely a few things I can help you with”

Isabelle suddenly perked up.

“Oh, like your question! So I know Sephiroth and Sora from-“

Silver hair, black clothing, and radioactively teal eyes. Isabelle froze as a man approached from the opposite direction. Words failed the little secretary as she took a step in front of Roxas, quivering as her eyes bore into the person. Yet, as they drew near, Isabelle let go of a breath she didn’t know she’d even been holding. No, he was too young, his hair wasn’t long enough, and he came a few inches shorter than who she’d mistaken him for. It wasn’t Sephiroth, just a boy around Roxas’ age.

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Or, not just any boy by the sound of it. Head slightly tilted to the side, Isabelle listened as he apparently recognized Roxas and even knew who Sora was. Upon the silver haired boy regarding her with confusion, Isabelle gave a small yet polite head nod. Thankfully, judging by how he looked at her, the silver haired boy seemed more confused by her whole ‘talking dog’ situation than anything more concerning. After all, the last thing she’d want to explain was the mysterious stains all over her clothes. Though thankfully by now it seemed any red color had oxidized into an ugly brown color. Still quite an ugly reminder of her past ordeals, but much less likely to get the police called on her.

But more importantly, he was also looking for Sora!

That’s great, the more people working together on the same goal, the faster it’d surely be accomplished.

“Really? We’re also looking for him too! Right Roxas?”

Isabelle looked up to Roxas, expecting him to also share in her enthusiasm, only to find that she was sorely mistaken.

With the complete utter expression of displeasure pulling at his face, Roxas might as well have been glaring at someone who whacked him with a net one too many times. There was no mistaking that he was not at all pleased to even be breathing the same air as the silver haired boy before them. Isabelle felt her smile fall flat as Roxas tore into the other boy, using some rather strange phrasing about him ‘trying to drag me back to him’, which only served to puzzle Isabelle even further. They were looking for Sora right?….Wouldn’t being dragged back to him be a good thing for them?

Isabelle pondered this as Roxas briefly introduced her to the silver haired boy. Once again feeling like she was caught dead in the middle of something she had zero context for, all Isabelle could really do was whisper out a confused,

“It’s nice to meet you…?” and tilt her head in acknowledgment.

After a very strange mention of Sora being asleep, and Roxas being ‘forced’ to him he’d eventually give Isabelle the other boy’s name.

“His name is Riku?”

Isabelle gave another look towards the aforementioned Riku. That name…it sounded awfully familiar, didn’t it? Her brows kneaded together as the cogs in her brain finally began to turn.

“Oh! Then you must be Sora’s friend then! it’s great to finally meet you!”

She’d cheer, extending a hand for Riku to shake.

“I remember he often mentioned your name alongside…alongside…Ah I’m sorry, it’s been a while. But, I think the name started with a K?”

Isabelle’s face rather adorably scrunched up as she searched for the name. Finally, it hit her.

“Kairi….was it? Yes, now I remember. Riku and Kairi!”

She also could have sworn Sora also mentioned a dog and duck pair, but for the life of her she could not remember their names. Her mind kept defaulting to the Duck Hunt duo on instinct. But she could dwell on that later.

“Sora always had such nice things to say about you two. I’m sure once we find him he’ll be ecstatic to see you again!”

As excited as she was, Isabelle eventually remembered that Roxas was in fact still there. Roxas, who for an unknown reason was not at all happy to see Sora’s supposed friend. She quickly lowered her hand and took a step back.

“Or um…ah…”

That feeling of being caught in the middle of something quickly resurfaced, as she anxiously glanced back and forth between the two boys.
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"Alright fellas, I'm back! And I brought 'Not-Olimar" with me-" Before he could finish his sentence, Captain Falcon sees the others fighting off Wisp of Sorrows and was rightfully confused "Whoa, whoa, whoa, what happened?" Suddenly, Wisps of Sorrow began to approach him and Hayden and the pilot goes into instant fight mode as he put his fists up ready to fight these strange entities "What happened?! WHAT HAPPENED?! STATUS REPORT! REPORT! REPOOORRRRT!!!" The pilot asks anyone as he frantically looks at the Wisps begining to surround him.
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As Sephiroth continued his journey, a mysterious figure with long, flowing black hair, piercing red eyes, and an elegant oriental robe appeared on his path on the Mushroom Platforms. His name was Duōcì Kaoyàn, though many simply referred to him as 'Kaoyàn'.

With a calm demeanor and a theatrical flair, Kaoyàn exuded an air of charm as he strolled through the surreal landscape. His every step seemed calculated, as if he were performing a carefully choreographed dance.

The wandering poet and bounty hunter was a master of words and weapons alike. His sharp intellect and poetic nature made him a formidable adversary, and his reputation as a bounty hunter was known far and wide. Yet, despite his deadly skills, he always seemed to maintain an air of tranquility.

Spotting Sephiroth in the distance, Kaoyàn approached with a graceful bow. "Ah, the legendary one-winged angel graces these platforms. I've heard tales of your exploits, Sephiroth. A symphony of destruction, some might say," he remarked with a playful glint in his red eyes.
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Sephiroth balked at the sight of Kaoyan who reminded him of a ghost from his past, a part of his thirty years of life on Gaia he wished to leave behind. Why did this guy have to come now and remind him of him? Invoke a painful part of his past full of betrayal and deceit. While it’s true Kaoyan looked nothing like Genesis, the other’s theatrics and dramatic flair certainly reminds him of the reddish brown hair, clad in red leather, a man who was a key figure in his past. A man who could speak in flowery language, whose obsession with the play loveless is like no other. Genesis can wax poetry all day, which he tried following along sometimes getting lost in the literary language, he often failed to understand what those words meant. Knowing how important the play is to Genesis. He suspected Kaoyan is a guy who is a theater kid and a poet. The difference is his rivalry with Genesis, they’re friends or so he thought. His and Angeal’s betrayal hurt him the most, destroying his soul.

He felt that anger bubbling again, years of venom and hatred buried deep in his soul. It took a lot of willpower not to reach for his masamune; nothing good will come if the one winged angel gave in to his homicidal urges. “ I guess my reputation precedes me.” He spoke, a hint of coldness to his tone. He folded his arms, the awkward silence and the pounding voices are giving him a nasty headache. “ I don’t think our meeting is coincidental..” He let it hang in the air growing uncomfortable in the other’s presence, a rarity for Sephiroth. At least Kaoyan had brains unlike some people he used to know. He knows bowing is a sign of greeting and respect in some cultures, it’s laughable to see that to him who is a monster masquerading as as a respectable man. “ You don’t have to bow to me…”

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In a secluded research room, President Urien gathered with the other scientists to delve deeper into the ongoing experiments and the implications of Sephiroth's intrusion. The room was dimly lit, with holographic displays flickering as data was presented.

"President Urien, thank you for joining us," one of the lead scientists spoke, nervously adjusting his glasses. "As you may know, our primary focus has been the integration of Jenova cells into various subjects, including Pokémon. The results have been...mixed, to say the least."

Urien's stern expression remained unchanged as he gestured for them to continue. "I don't need a summary. Get to the point."

"Of course, sir. Our recent breakthrough was with Subject DS-0320-20, codenamed Doom Slayer. Despite his escape, we managed to analyze his genetic makeup before he left. The infusion of Jenova cells into his system has enhanced his already formidable abilities. We believe this fusion could potentially create a powerful asset under our control."

Urien raised an eyebrow. "Go on."

"Our experiments with Pokémon have shown increased aggression and physical prowess, but the side effects are unpredictable. Some subjects exhibit uncontrollable behaviors and mutations. The introduction of Jenova cells seems to amplify the innate characteristics of each organism, creating unpredictable outcomes."

Urien leaned forward, his gaze piercing through the holographic displays. "And what about the Pokémon? Any notable success stories?"

The lead scientist hesitated before responding, "We've observed increased strength, resilience, and in some cases, elemental enhancements. However, the risks outweigh the benefits. We have documented instances of subjects losing control and becoming highly destructive. It's a delicate balance, Mr. President."

One scientist stepped forward, manipulating holographic controls to display data on a large screen. "For example, Subject P-1456, a combination of a Charizard and Jenova-infused genetic material, exhibited increased fire-based abilities. It could unleash flames of unprecedented intensity. But, the downside was a heightened aggression, leading to uncontrollable outbursts of destructive behavior and rapid physical mutation thereafter."

Another scientist chimed in, "On the other hand, Subject V-2249, a combination of Vaporeon, showed enhanced water manipulation capabilities. However, it displayed signs of instability, causing fluctuations in its elemental control, making it hazardous in certain environments. It also underwent rapid physical mutation afterwards..."

President Urien listened attentively, his expression revealing no emotion. "What about Subject E-6783, a hybrid with an Electric-type Pokémon?"

The scientist hesitated for a moment before responding, "Subject E-6783, a combination of an Electabuzz and Jenova's genetic material, exhibited remarkable electrical capabilities. It could generate and control electricity with unprecedented precision. However, its behavior became erratic, posing a danger to both itself and others. The subject also underwent rapid physical mutation..."

Urien's stern gaze intensified. "These results are unacceptable! We need viable assets, not liabilities1 I authorized these experiments with the expectation of creating powerful, controlled entities! The chaos Sephiroth has unleashed only magnifies the urgency of our situation. We need results, and we need them quickly."

The lead scientist nodded, acknowledging the gravity of the situation. "We are aware of the challenges, Mr. President. The experiments are complex, and the integration of Jenova cells presents unforeseen obstacles. We will redouble our efforts to achieve the desired results without compromising stability."

"In a matter of fact, we already have. We were...Attacked by two Sepiroth's, sir. One of which was the real Sephiroth and the other being a clone of our making. We used Jenova's cells and use the data from the Twelve data that you had put into the system. Once we infused the cells into the genetic mass, we ran it through the photo-suggestion process. Specifically of Sephiroth's recorded capabilities. The results were that we created a perfect clone in both body and mind. But it was too successful, and it began the initial rampage on the base which released one of the Super Smash Brothers we had contained and Subject DS-0320-020. It was soon dispatched with the arrival of the real Sephiroth."

Urien nodded, absorbing the information. "That means Jenova's cells would be compatible with the eight.... Head to the Abyss and make preparations. Sephiroth's interest in Jenova's head is troubling. We cannot allow him to harness its power. Secure the remaining Pokémon infused with Jenova cells and ensure that the research data is protected at all costs! We may need to leverage this knowledge to counteract the threat."

The scientists nodded in acknowledgment, fully aware of the gravity of their mission. Urien turned to leave the room, his mind undoubtedly racing with strategies and concerns.

"Remember, gentlemen, the fate of this facility and potentially the world rests on our ability to control the aftermath of this breach! Failure is not an option," Urien declared before exiting the room, leaving the scientists to grapple with the weight of their responsibilities and the uncertainty of the future.

Urien returns to the control room where the eight silhouettes are standing there, waiting for his command. "The final step in your training is here. Head into the Abyss for the cellular integration. Once the process is over, you will be put into simulation statis until we are need of you. Go now and fulfill your destinies!"

Without a single word, they all left the control room to make their way to the level simply known as the "Abyss", to complete their mysterious purpose.
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The military leaders gathered in a makeshift command center within the secure confines of the base's lower layers. The dimly lit room was filled with the hum of computers and the murmur of soldiers discussing strategies. The commander stood at the head of the table, surrounded by maps and holographic displays detailing the layout of the base and its surroundings.

"Alright, listen up," the commander addressed the assembled soldiers. "Our primary objective is to locate and neutralize Sephiroth. We've lost enough ground already, and we can't afford to let him slip away. The President has given us one chance, and we're going to make it count."

He gestured to the holographic map, highlighting the known movements of Sephiroth within the base. "Our intel suggests he left the base, and we don't have a precise location. Our objective is to track him down and neutralize the threat. We can't afford to let him escape with Jenova's head."

A tactical officer chimed in, "We've got an array of weapons and equipment at our disposal. Specialized anti-Jenova weaponry has been distributed to each squad. High-frequency blades, ethereal manipulation pulverizer grenades, and sonic disruptors will be our main tools. We've also deployed surveillance drones to scout the area and provide real-time information."

The commander nodded in approval. "Good. Now, we can't ignore the fact that Sephiroth is a formidable adversary. Our intel suggests he's still after Jenova's head. We need to use that to our advantage." The commander continued, "We'll deploy specialized units equipped with anti-magic technology. Sephiroth has shown proficiency in magic, so we need to level the playing field. Each squad will have magic-nullifying devices, disruptors, and enchanted weaponry. We can't underestimate the mystical aspect of this threat."

A communications officer added, "We've also requisitioned heavy artillery and armored vehicles. Tanks equipped with anti-Jenova rounds and helicopter gunships armed with high-powered cannons will provide support from a distance. We need to hit hard and fast, catching Sephiroth off guard."

A tactical officer inputted data into the holographic display, showing potential areas where Sephiroth might have headed. "Based on his last known location and known escape routes, we've narrowed down the possible areas he could be heading towards. We're looking at forested regions, abandoned facilities, and areas with potential magical energy spikes."

A reconnaissance team, armed with advanced tracking devices, was briefed on their role. "You'll be our eyes on the ground. Track any unusual energy signatures, disturbances, or magical residue. We need to follow any leads that might point us in Sephiroth's direction."

The commander continued, "We've also called in air support. Helicopters equipped with advanced sensors and thermal imaging will sweep the areas we suspect he might be hiding. If we get any hits, ground teams will be deployed for further investigation."

The soldiers geared up with specialized equipment designed to counter Sephiroth's abilities. Anti-magic shields, enchanted ammunition, and combat mages joined the ranks. Armored vehicles with magical dampeners were prepped for deployment.

"We know Sephiroth is dangerous, and we're not taking any chances. Stay vigilant, follow protocols, and coordinate with other squads. We have the President watching, and failure is not an option," the commander emphasized.

The commander looked around the room, his expression resolute. "This is our chance to turn the tide. The President is watching, and failure is not an option. Move out with precision, and remember, we're not just fighting for this base, but for the safety of the world. Let's bring Sephiroth down and secure Jenova's head before it's too late!"
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The soldiers dispersed, gearing up with specialized anti-magic weaponry and donning advanced combat gear. The air in the base became charged with anticipation as squads organized themselves and prepared for the imminent confrontation with the legendary Sephiroth. The roar of engines and the clanking of armor echoed through the underground passages as the military forces mobilized, ready to face the impending threat head-on.

As the soldiers dispersed to their assigned units, the base came alive with activity. The hum of helicopters preparing for takeoff, the clatter of boots on metal walkways, and the low hum of magical disruptors being activated filled the air. The military was mobilizing to face an unpredictable and formidable adversary, armed with both conventional and anti-magic technology.

The commander remained in the command center, overseeing the operation. "We'll find Sephiroth, and we'll bring him down. This is our responsibility, and we won't let anyone else suffer the consequences of our failure! Move out!" The soldiers, determined and focused, moved with precision and purpose, ready to face the looming threat that Sephiroth posed to their world.
 
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"On the contrary. It's customary to pay your respects to the dead." Kaoyan remarks in a sly, underhanded manner. "But worry not, I am not here to engage in a dance of death with you. Rather, I find myself drawn to the enigma that surrounds you."

He continued his graceful stroll, circling Sephiroth with an almost theatrical flair. "You see, legends such as yours often carry with them a melody that resonates through the ages. A melody of power, tragedy, and the allure of the unknown. I am but an observer, a poet who seeks inspiration in the most unexpected places."
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Mog looked shocked as he witnessed the fairies's corruption. "No,we can't let them fall into darkness Kupo!" Mog cried. He attempted to use his dances in attempt to purify the Wisp and to return the Great Fairy to her former self.
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The air around Cyan felt heavy and gloomy, maybe it’s his own anxieties weighing him down. He didn’t know what a dark nut is as they don’t exist in his world. Going along with Peregrine’s description they are a warrior race. He originally thought they’re magitek soldiers, he could go on and on of his disgust and hatred of Gestahl. He followed Peregrine, keeping eyes and ears for anything in case of a surprise attack. He may be paranoid, but he can’t risk anything after his short raid through the imperial camp. The phantom train was an emotional roller coaster for him. “ Maybe it’s a stupid question, you sure they’ can be reasoned with?”

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Sephiroth threw his head back laughing at the notion he still brings inspiration and admiration if only Kaoyan knows the monster masquerading as the figurehead everyone used to admire in Midgar during his thirty years of service at Shinra Electric Company. Those two words don’t describe the ex SOLDIER general anymore after learning the truth of his origins. It only served to boost his arrogance and massive ego more, which isn’t a good thing to push on him. It’s incredible to feel superior again, certainly felt the airs of arrogance shining through his body language and stares. His laughter died down to his signature icy smile although Kaoyan is for dramatics he’s toeing the line. “ I guess you know my name already, what’s yours?” He is not hostile. Yet, the discomfort is rooted at the back of his mind. When he looked at Kaoyan he saw Genesis, love for the dramatics and thespianism. It’s like he’s looking at Genesis’s clone except dark hair and clothing similar to Wutai. He bets Genesis would probably would’ve have found a like minded friendship with the other, maybe not.

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Dawn hadn't even cracked when Ren found himself opening his eyes and silently staring up at the dark, star filled sky overhead. At some point during the night he had turned onto his back and Ann had nuzzled her way up against his side. Admittedly, he was glad for the warmth against his exposed skin. The cool, night air was rather chilly, especially without the sleeves of his coat.

Letting a soft sigh escape between his lips, his dark eyes slowly moved down to look at Ann. With her arms so tightly wrapped around his torso, Ren's plans of leaving early certainly were made harder than he would have liked. It was a comfortable position and he would have loved to remain close, but he had other plans, and sadly those didn't include letting his girlfriend cuddle him until the others woke. He needed to figure a way out and soon.

For a moment longer, Joker's dark eyes lingered on Ann before a plan began to roll out in his own mind. It wasn't one he was overly fond of pulling off, especially with the possibility of someone being awake for some reason or another, but it was his only option of loosening Ann's arms around him.

Sucking in a deep breath, he was quick to give into his own mind. In attempt to at least obscure his actions, he pulled his coat up over their faces before he buried his face into the nook of her neck. It was a risk for him to become extra snuggly, but it was one he was willing to take. Hearing her hum softly in her sleep from his touch, he smiled contently, yet much to his dismay her arms only tightened around him instead of the opposite. Even so, he couldn't complain. While it wasn't affection he was overly used to, he did find it soothing, even in his attempt to escape.

"Ren..." she mumbled in her sleep, her voice sounding as soothing as her touch.

Offering a soft hum in response, Ren wiggled around a bit in her arms in effort to loosen her grip without coming off as suspicious. Much like he'd hoped, her arms let up and slowly he moved his hands to grab hers and move them off his body. His movements caused her to mumble more in her sleep, but it was nothing more than sweet nothings. It was cute. His smile softened at her whispers and he rubbed his nose up her neck until he reached her ear. It was then he pulled his face back a little and whispered, "Love you."

With those soft words uttered from his lips, the thief moved her hands in front of him and allowed them to rest comfortably before he slowly moved back from her. He kept his movements slow until he was sure he was at a comfortable distance from her and then he pushed himself to his knees and clambered silently to his feet. As he did, his eyes still watched Ann as she grabbed the part of his coat that had covered him and pulled it up to her chest to cuddle, as if she was still holding him. He wasn't sure how it was tricking her, but he was glad she looked so content. Perhaps his lingering scent on the coat was all she needed to think he was still there. Whatever it was, it was buying him time. This was his chance.

After a moment longer, Joker finally pulled his eyes off her and quietly looked around the makeshift camp. The others still remained asleep, each in their own space. The fire had long died down and only the embers of what had been remained among the ashes. As much as he would have appreciated the light of the fire to help him locate his mask quickly, he'd have to make do without. He didn't even dare use his phone's flashlight for guidance, afraid its light would wake someone. He'd have to move in the dark.

Ren's steps were basically silent as he weaved is way past his slumbering companions and over to the opposite side of the fire. Eyes scanning over a couple of the stools, they quickly located the mask and without hesitation, he moved over to grab it. He placed it on his face and briefly looked around once more, thinking if there was anything else he needed to grab before he took off.

Mask? Check... Pistol? Check... Dagger? Check... he mentally noted as his hand moved over the weapons resting at his hip. Both his pistol and dagger were in place exactly where they should be, putting him at ease for the moment, but he did have bigger problems at hand.

As his weaponry check came to an end, Joker's eyes moved back towards the others making sure none of them had woken and seen him preparing to take off. Much to his luck all seemed to be sound asleep. That was a relief. It seemed his worries of being caught could also be at ease.

Sighing softly to himself, Ren reached into his pocket to pull his phone out and quickly began tapping away at it as he typed up a message to leave behind. He wouldn't leave without leaving some clue as to his whereabouts behind. He finished typing after a moment before he scribbled a crude doodle along with it. Grinning like an idiot, clearly satisfied with his work, the thief placed his phone beside Ann's mask. Now he could get moving.

With one last glance back at his team, he gave a small bob of his head as a silent farewell before he turned on his heels and pushed himself off in the direction of the Stadium.

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It was only a short while, around half an hour or so, before Joker arrived near his destination, though the sight he was greeted by wasn't a pleasant one and hastily he ducked for cover behind a patch of shrubs. He was lucky his approach hadn't immediately been snuffed out given how open the area was, though there was no telling who might have seen him from above. Even his sneaking skills could only provide him so much cover. For now, he was at hidden from those at ground level. That was what matter. It didn't put him at ease though.

Joker peered around the shrubs he was crouched behind and stared towards the figures standing near the teleporter leading up to the Stadium. They appeared to be Miis, though their outfits were like none he had seen from the fighters. In a way they looked like toy soldiers. They wore matching uniforms- dark blue coats and white pants with fancy golden accents. Upon their heads were tall, blue hats with a golden band around them and on their feet were solid black boots with a golden buckle.

Their appearance was odd, though Ren couldn't place it. His time in the Smash Realm had been limited after all. That aside, he felt an odd sense of discomfort wash over him. It was almost as if he could tell something was off, though he supposed that was a given. Everything since he had arrived had been a mess after all. Maybe the answers were in the Stadium. While he doubted their friends were waiting for them, he couldn't be certain some clue to their situation wouldn't become clear from this place, especially if these weird Mii soldiers were roaming about. Perhaps their commander would offer some kind of insight, though Joker had a gut feeling he didn't want to encounter said commander.

Giving a shake of his head, the thief pulled back behind the shrubs and gently tapped the corner of his mask. "Arsene, do you sense anything?"

What exactly are thou hoping I'd sense? Arsene questioned.

"Anything at all."

Thou expects too much from me. I don't have the capabilities your navigator has, he remarks. Though I do not believe there are shadows present.

Joker could have guessed that much given how he'd never seen a shadow appear in this world. Well, not the kind he was familiar with at least. "Right. Thanks."

His dark eyes flickered back towards the guards, only to realize they had disappeared through the teleporter during his brief moment of distraction. He wasn't sure if it was a good or bad thing, but it did create an opening for him.

Don't tell me you're going to use that teleporter...

Ren scoffed at Arsene's words and vigorously shook his head. "I'm not that big of an idiot now, Arsene."

Letting silence settle between the two of them, the thief took the chance to move forward, getting himself closer to the Stadium overhead. Eyeing the distance, he was positive his grapple would come nowhere near long enough, but that wouldn't slow him down and he was sure Arsene realized what his thought process was. As such, he reached for his mask and quietly summoned his other self.

"Up we go!"

There was no hesitation on the persona's behalf as he grabbed Joker and burst skyward. It was a clear shot up, but Ren was well aware he couldn't let Arsene fly too high. He'd definitely grab attention if he wasn't already. At least he could minimize it like this. As they began flying past the outer wall of the Stadium, the thief lifted his wrist with his grapple and quickly fired it at the top of the wall. Allowing it to embed itself, he waved his persona off quickly.

In a flash of blue flames, Arsene released Joker and returned to mask form. Briefly the thief dropped, causing some strain on his wrist as the cord tightened, but it was a small price to pay for getting himself up safely. The grapple situated itself before beginning to reel him up. As he reached the top, he grabbed hold of the edge of the wall and heaved himself up before prying his grapple from its place. He had arrived at his destination.

Remaining kneeled on the top of the Stadium's outer wall, his eyes looked downward towards the fighting grounds below. They remained unchanged, though they were swarming with Miis dressed in the same clad uniforms he had seen before. One thing was clear as he looked down: this place was a trap. It was a good thing he had come on his own, though it would only matter if he could relay the information back to the others. If not, then they'd likely be on the receiving end of the ambush that awaited, that was if he wasn't ambushed first.

Joker stayed quiet as his eyes continued to scan the area and a soft sigh slipped from between his lips. This whole situation brought back memories... The less desirable kind at that. Admittedly, he didn't wish to be reminded of the ambush he had endured before he had been taken into custody last Fall. The thought of it sent a shiver down his spine, which quickly caught Arsene's attention.

Is thou scared?

"No, it's just cold up here... Mind giving me some sleeves?" Ren mumbled softly, clearly not wanting to admit to his own anxiety. Here he had thought he'd come to terms with it all, yet some of those ill feelings still lingered in the depths of his mind. A soft huff echoed out in the teen's head before blue flames quickly encompassed his bare arms and began slowly forming sleeves. In a matter of seconds, his arms were covered.

Perhaps next time don't leave your coat behind.

A sarcastic response itched in the back of Joker's throat, but he bit it back and opted to move on. "Let's move."

​

Joker rose to his full height as he carefully turned on his heels and moved along the top of the Stadium's wall. His footsteps were nearly silent even despite the haste which he moved with. Even as he moved, his eyes kept flickering down towards the mob far below, watching them ever so carefully in case he was spotted. As sneaky as he wished to be, he was left out in the open in his current position. It wasn't just from below though. The Stadium's Trophy Room worried him, especially since it was as high up as he was.

At the thought of it, his eyes quickly moved to it. The one window along the side gave him little comfort, but even from this distance he could tell no one was looking through it. That was a small relief, though it was possible someone was further in watching him out of sight. He didn't get to ponder long on such a notion as a voice in the stand beneath him broke cut through his current thoughts and brought him to an abrupt halt.

"Did you hear?" one soldier spoke up.

"Hear what?"

"Apparently some of the Smash Brothers have finally returned to this realm. Guess we might finally see some real fun action soon!"

"Really?! Maybe we'll be the ones to get the bounty on their heads!"

Their laughter echoed out and caused Ren's brows to crease as he lowered himself into a crouch. Their words were unsettling, though he admittedly wasn't unfamiliar with having a bounty on his own head, albeit back then almost no one in Japan knew who he or any of the other Phantom Thieves were, so it was a difficult bounty to fulfill. This one though... it was as clear as day who they were placed upon, if it was for all the Smash Bros as he assumed it was. Either way it was worse than he thought. He needed to contact the others and soon!

Why don't thou contact that other Phantom Thief? Would your earpiece not suffice?

"It's not that..." Joker murmured, keeping his voice low to assure the soldiers below didn't hear him. "If Ann isn't awake, I don't want to scare her awake."

That wasn't the only reason, but Arsene didn't need to know he was avoiding a certain scolding that was bound to come if he contacted Ann. Even if she reached him first, it was bound to happen and perhaps even worse in that regard. Shaking his head, he pushed it aside and let a sigh escape his lips. She had every right to scold him for what he was doing, but he still did not regret his actions.

The thought of it quickly passed as the voices below died down and Joker began moving towards the outside of the Trophy Room. He wasn't sure what his plan from here on was, but he was certain it would provide him enough cover in order to make contact with the others. He could figure out a plan moving forward after that. It was a reckless way to go about things, but that was how it needed to be done.

After a couple minutes passed, the thief reached his destination. Being careful of the window, he ducked low and moved himself up against the outside wall of the small construct. He was completely unaware of who was inside, given he hadn't bothered to check. Even then he didn't immediately try to contact the others. He needed a moment to catch his breath after all.
 
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Given the situation and the fact she was in her thieves attire, Ann slept fairly well. Perhaps it was thanks to the closeness of Ren, or so she thought, but it wasn't all too long after he left that her body seemed noticed the lack of his warmth up against her despite his scent still lingering.

Cracking her eyes open, a soft groan slipped from between her lips. Clutched against her chest was Joker's coat, though the owner himself was no longer present, not that she noticed in one quick glance. At first it didn't cross her mind as strange, it wasn't exactly a commonality for her to wake up beside him anyways. She held the coat closer to her, nuzzling her face against it as she tiredly closed her eyes once again.

"Ren..." she sighed contently.

Despite trying to find more sleep, Ann's mind only continued to awaken. She became more alert and aware. As she did, that was when it clicked in her mind that she was merely snuggling a coat and not Ren himself. That was when her eyes opened widely and she stared at the article of clothing she had clasped against her.

She blinked a few times before letting it go and looking towards the sleeping bag her boyfriend had been previously laying on, only to find it empty. That wasn't too surprising, she supposed. He was an early riser, though she was surprised she hadn't felt him slip away. Maybe she wasn't as light of a sleeper as she thought she was or maybe she had been too content with merely having some piece of him nearby that she simply hadn't noticed. Either way it did concern her that he had slipped away without waking her. There were only two reasons for such a thing: either he was restless and didn't want to wake her so he could put himself at ease or he had other plans that he didn't want her to know about. Which it was would be easy to find out too.

Groggily pushing herself up into a sitting position, Ann dropped Joker's coat down into her lap and quietly began looking around their makeshift camp. By now it seemed like some of the others were waking up, but her gaze didn't linger long on them. She continued to look for some sign of her boyfriend. Unfortunately, there were none. That was unsettling, but also slowly began to make his intentions clear. Even so, she'd give him the benefit of the doubt until she could prove otherwise.

She slowly began to climb to her feet and grabbed the coat to wrap around her shoulders as she continued to look around before she finally dared to speak, hoping someone might be listening: "Hey has anyone seen..."

Panther's voice trailed off as her eyes moved over to where her mask sat and she noticed Ren's phone sitting beside it. That certainly wasn't a good sign. She felt her stomach drop as she hurried over to grab the device and quickly pressed the home button to bring it to life. Luckily, she knew his passcode and without a second thought, she typed it in, only to immediately be greeted by the message he had left behind. Her eyes were quick to read over the words and her expression only seemed to drop.

"Ren..." she breathed out softly before her gaze landed upon the crude doodle he left, which clearly was meant to be him blowing a kiss and come off as lighthearted, but it only made her erupt: "YOU DUMBASS!"

If the others weren't awake by then, they might be now given how loud she was. While she didn't like to lose her temper in regards to Joker, she couldn't believe how he had kept quiet of his intentions the night prior. This was no spur of the moment decision. No... this was a deliberate action on his part. She could understand why he'd keep silent, knowing he'd be told no if he mentioned such a plan, but to keep quiet about it? It made her upset. It wasn't the first time he had quietly done things he knew she wouldn't like either, even if his intentions were good. The problem wasn't why, but what. He was putting everything on his own shoulders and acting as if he had to do things alone. Was he that worried about what the Stadium had to offer?

​

Rubbing her temples in attempt to calm herself, Ann tossed the phone back down beside her mask before taking a few steps towards the edge of their camp. She needed to speak to Joker and immediately. With a deep breath, she moved a hand up to her earpiece and pressed it, causing soft static to fill her ear before she spoke: "Joker, are you there? Can you hear me?"

For a moment, silence hung over the line and her concern for Joker's safety skyrocketed. She was sure her words had reached him or at least could be heard over their usual communication line, but why he wouldn't answer? She wasn't sure.

"Joker..?" she said lowly, hoping for a different result. Luckily she would get just that.

"Yeah, yeah. I hear you," came Joker's voice. "I was actually just about to try contacting you."

"Oh were you now? How convenient." Her voice oozed with anger and she was sure Ren could tell, especially given the brief silence that came afterwards. Instead of waiting for him to speak again, she decided to continue. "And why should I listen to you after you decided to pull a dumb stunt?"

"Look, I know I've upset you, but hear me out."

"I'm listening... this better be good and not you in trouble."

"Heh, right. Well, I can tell you it's a good thing we didn't all come here together. This place is definitely swarming with hostiles. As far as I can tell, none of the other Smash Bros are here. Actually, from what I overheard, we've got bounties on our heads. Might be best to keep Inkling far from here."

Ann took a moment to grasp his words and her brows creased as a frown formed upon her lips. If what he said was true then it sounded as if trouble might be around the corner for him. Sitting back didn't feel right, but she knew if she said that to him, he'd only object to her leading the others to come help him or even coming alone. He'd always been the protective type. She could only assume that was why he was doing this all in the first place. He wanted to protect them.

"And what about you? Are you going to be okay? Are you coming back here?"

"I haven't been detected yet as far as I'm concerned, but I'd like to snoop around a bit and see if any of the others might be trapped here. I don't plan on staying long though. I'd like to regroup and rethink our strategy... that being said, I don't know where we go from here. The only way to get answers might be meeting with whoever is commanding this army."

"Are you suggesting you get caught?"

"I can't say that idea is all too appealing after what happened last time. I won't make that kind of decision until I've returned to the group."

"Good. Then make it quick and come back. And Joker... don't get yourself killed."

A soft laugh echoes over the line before Joker continues on: "Don't worry. I won't. I'll talk to you shortly. If anything comes up, feel free to give a call."

"Same goes for you."

​

As the line between her and Ren goes silent, Ann let's a sigh slip from between her lips before she moves over to take a seat next to where her mask currently sat. She was trying to hold it together for her own sake, but she was stressed. While she may be no stranger to dangerous situations or even letting Ren himself parade around in such, it still weighed heavily on her mind. Was it really okay for them to stay put as he masqueraded about as the hero? Part of her didn't think so, but unlike him, she didn't dare act on her own. Not in this situation at least.

Ann lifted her head and looked over towards the others. She was no Joker nor did she have the same esteemed titles he had, but she was the one with information and only she could take the reins.

"Could everyone come here? We need to talk."

She spoke with a seriousness that wasn't often found in her voice. Now was the time to act as such though. Even if the others might not share her concern for Ren, or at least the same degree of it, she still knew that she had to be serious about it all.

Once all of them had gathered, Panther quietly looked around at them, allowing a calming smile to cross her lips even though it betrayed the anxious feeling that itched in her mind. She had to appear as confident as she could. Briefly closing her eyes and sucking in a deep breath, she found some sense of composure before she stood up.

"I'm sure we've all noticed by now that Joker is gone and I'll be blunt... that dumbass went to scout the Stadium by himself," she began, giving a small shake of her head. She clearly had no problems calling her own boyfriend such a harsh term. He deserved it and she'd say it to his face too. "I spoke with him not too long ago... maybe some of you overheard bits of it, at least my responses, but he made it very clear to me that the Stadium is not safe. The Smash Bros we were hoping to meet up with there are not there. Apparently it's swarming with hostiles instead."

Ann paused again and let a sharp sigh slip from between her lips. Her gaze then turned to Inkling. "He specifically warned against letting you get close. According to him, the Smash Bros all have bounties on their heads. While the rest of us would likely be able to pass by unharmed, it's unlikely that you or him would." She closes her eyes as she shakes her head and lets her brows crease. "He said not to go after him and that he'd be back as soon as he finished snooping around, but I'm not sure if that is the best plan. He's clearly in a well guarded area full of guards that would likely be under orders to capture someone like him on sight. I don't think sitting back is our best option even if he promises to come back."

As she spoke, Ann stepped into the center of the group and slowly spun around so she could look at each of them with a pleading look in her eyes. "I want to know what you all feel. I know in my heart I want to make sure that Joker comes back safely. He may act tough and all, but he doesn't need to do everything on his own!"

Maybe it was stupid on her part to suggest such a heist, especially when Joker was in no trouble yet, but she couldn't sit back and wait until he was. Even so, she needed to know how the others felt before they came to any kind of decision. If they preferred to avoid the possible dangers, then she would respect it even if it pained her.
 
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Peregrine chuckled, a confident glint in his eyes as he continued across the bridge. "It's not a stupid question at all, Cyan. The Darknuts are known for their discipline and honor. While negotiations might be challenging, I believe that with the right approach, we can find common ground. Trust me, I've faced tough situations before, and diplomacy has its way of bridging even the deepest divides."

He glanced back at Cyan, a reassuring smile on his face. "Just stay vigilant, my friend, and let me do the talking. We're on this journey together, and together we'll overcome whatever challenges come our way. Now, let's focus on crossing this bridge and reaching the Badlands. Our adventure has only just begun."
Kaiju Cat Kaiju Cat
 
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Kaoyàn's eyes sparkled with amusement as Sephiroth questioned his identity. With a graceful bow, he introduced himself, "I am Duōcì Kaoyàn, a wanderer of worlds, a seeker of stories, and a connoisseur of the poetic dance between life and death. It carries the essence of duality, a concept that resonates deeply within my being."

He circled Sephiroth once more, his movements fluid and deliberate. Kaoyàn's smile held a hint of mystery as he continued, "So tell me, one-winged angel, what tale do you wish to carve into the annals of this world? The stage is set, and the spotlight awaits your next move."
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    『The Elusive Sheikah』
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    Location: The Forest By The Shore
    Interactions: Tetra, Dark Pit, Pikachu
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    The Sheikah continued to follow the pirate through the forest, thoroughly ticked off. Even though she was a child, couldn't she at least pretend to care about her opinion? It wasn't as if she was trying to lead her astray, far from the opposite, in fact!

    "Tetra, please, be reasonable, or else I will have to use force." Sheik demanded, but even she heard how empty her threat sounded. The truth was, she didn't really have the heart to "use force" on a child, even an obnoxious one. And quite frankly, she felt a connection to her, one that she couldn't recall having with anyone other than...her Hero.
    That invisible force, that sort of instant bond was enough to want to protect her to the best of her ability.

    All of a sudden, she was met by a whirl of voices and action as she and Tetra broke through the woodland foliage. Instinctively, she reached out and pulled Tetra closer to her and brandished her hatchet at the enemy, until her mind had fully processed what was going on.

    Looking from the small, round Pokemon who was looking at them curiously to the young, dark angel who was screaming in pain, the Hylian's hostility dissipated. Putting away her weapon, Sheik sighed, releasing Tetra.

    "Would you look at that? Tetra, these are comrades of mine. Fellow Smash Brothers."

    She pulled down her facial scarf and offered the Pokemon a slight smile, before her piercing gaze landed on Dark Pit. "...Are you alright?"
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Sephiroth chuckles coldly wondering what the other is aiming for, he opens the gate to his infinite goals. He stares into Kaoyan’s eyes a dangerous glint to them. “ We could be here all day with what I want, no one wants that, you seem interested in me. If I tell you my goals I’m gonna have to kill you…” He senses they’re not alone; he recognizes the familiar auras belonging to Isabelle and Roxas, who he thinks is Cloud’s kid. He made up his mind that the boy is Cloud’s child and it’s a fact. Though not familiar with the other kid, which presents a big problem to him. Too many pests in one place would create unnecessary drama he’s trying to avoid. Then there’s the bastard that destroyed the meteor, another wrench in his plan. Too many things have gone wrong, and he feels the military coming for him. Like hell he’ll give mother up without a fight. He began walking into the mushroom forest. Going into his true form, left him uneasy, that voice was increasing making his ears ring, calling out for his pursuers blood. Safer Sephiroth, or his true form, the angel of doom. He wanted to scream from the pounding headache, but kept on going.

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Location: The Jungle
Interactions: Yoshi ( Ploegy Ploegy ), Captain Falcon ( Kameron Esters- Kameron Esters- ), Shadow the Hedgehog & Mog ( SirPrompto15 SirPrompto15 ), Hayden ( Darklord95 Darklord95 ), Kirby ( Gears Gears )

The air was loud with the sounds of heavy rain hitting jungle leaves and the broken-hearted sobbing of the corrupted Great Fairy. The Wisps of Sorrow continued their slow pursuit of the Super Smash Brothers and their allies, chasing but never attacking. They were easy enough to avoid or swat away, but they continued to exude their aura that withers the will of those in their proximity. There were voices whispering from the falling rain. At first, the words could not be made out from the other noises of the jungle village, but soon they began to itch and creep into the minds of the fighters. The whispers were deep and heavy, as though the act of speaking was one of great effort.

"You cannot save them... give up..."

"Do you believe you can make a difference, Dinosaur of Happiness? To live is to suffer... you will see..."

"You talk a big game, 'Hero,' but deep down... you're just a washed-up old man desperately clinging on to old glories. You know... everyone knows... They are laughing at you!"

"The 'Ulitmate Life Form?' All that power... and you could not save her... Everyone sees you as the enemy... What point is there in your continued struggle?"

"Your Great Deku Tree is dead, and your beloved Great Fairy is broken... there is no hope for the Kokiri..."

"The Sorrowfen spreads! This whole land... and everything in it... will drown in despair!"

The Great Fairy wailed and outstretched her hand. Bolts of black, destructive energies fired from her finger tips and at the gathered fighters. There was no regard for any Wisp or Kokiri within her range of attack.

"I told you to leave me alone! It's your fault this is happening!"
 
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