Fandom Super Smash Brothers: The Ten Pillars

[Ploegy]

Ｊｏｋｅｒ & Ｐａｎｔｈｅｒ
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Location: Plains | Interactions: SirPrompto15 Kaiju Cat
GrumpySwallow NimbusWing PolikShadowbliss
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Silently, Ren took in the information about General Mugorl. It was much, but it was enough to give him a good idea of what they might be up against. His appearance hardly worried him. Even if he was at a great disadvantage size wise, Joker had always found ways to win. Besides, he had fought plenty of shadows and even gods who outclassed him in more than that and he still had made his skillset work. Despite the confidence he found in himself though, it did concern him that this opponent had bested other tribes and likely had them at his command. Numbers were the one thing that could easily wear at his own stamina. Even so, he didn't plan to be bested and let some pig man possibly take pride in wearing something off his dead corpse.

"The east, huh..." he mused. No wonder Futaba had sent them in the opposite direction then. Even if she didn't know what such a location was, it was likely easy for her to get some quick reading off it and know it was dangerous. Whether it was enemy readings or traces of the magic used to erect such a place hardly mattered. What did was his navigator had not only plotted them the fastest route, but likely the safest, if it could even be called that. He doubt safety would be easy to come by in this place. Nevertheless, he pushed the thought on and continued to speak: "Well, hopefully that means we're less likely to run into him. Oracle has us going west over the waters that wait there."

While he did have his own reservations of traveling over the sea in comparison to land, he kept them to himself. He would figure it all out once that got that far. For now though, they had other things they needed to focus on. Getting Nurse Joy to the safety of a Pokemon Center was first and foremost. Postwick was far from where they were. Ren turned his head westward and could see the windmills in the distance standing tall over the rather gloomy surroundings. To say this place had seen better days was an understatement. Even he could tell that though he had hardly traversed these grounds prior to his arrival this time around.

His lips pursed in discontent as gray orbs steadily gazed out from behind his glasses. To think things had come to this was deeply saddening to the thief. Hearing the nurse's words did little to put his concerns at ease, though he did his best not to let his own discomfort show all too much. In times like this, the last thing a group could afford was to have their leader losing heart and lacking hope in finding a way through their situation. Fortunately for his allies, he was far too stubborn to succumb to such emotions. Even if he tried to shy away from them, he always came back around to them sooner rather than later. Besides, he had seen worse sights, and even felt worse things in regards to himself. It wouldn't be the end of the world.

Remaining quiet, he continued to look out at the pokemon that roamed about. While he had little knowledge of their creatures, their dull stares were enough to force Ren to avert his gaze. As he did, the sight of an odd looking pig caught his attention and his eyes briefly followed it until Paula spoke up. Oddly, she seemed to know what the creature was, and even assumed it belonged to the village. He supposed that made sense given the direction it had come from. That aside, the suggestion itself wasn't one he was against per se, yet if they stopped for every little problem they came across then they would make little progress forward. However, maybe saving the pig would get the cooperation of someone within the village, and allow them easy passage to the Center. It was hopeful thinking yet it was possible.

Nodding after a moment, Joker turned on his heels in the direction the Lechonk had gone and he began to trot after it, though it seemed they hadn't been the only ones in pursuit of the creature. His eyes immediately moved to the moblins that had arrived ahead of him and his brows furrowed while his shoulders tensed. They fit the description Joy had given him earlier, though neither seemed to be the General himself. If anything they were ordinary guards or even soldiers. That was both a good and bad thing. It meant they weren't a major threat, but they were still a problem, and sooner or later they would need to be dealt with if they lingered these areas too long. It also meant the pig was a risky gander.

That thought went quickly out the window. As soon as the first moblin spoke, Ren blinked in surprise, thinking they had noticed him and still known who he was, but as he looked past the pair he realized it wasn't him or Inkling that they were referring to. No, they weren't the only Smash Brothers in the area anymore. Was it a stroke of luck? Joker wasn't sure. He was glad they weren't alone, though the problems that arose grew bigger with more present. No drawing attention was out the window now.

Sighing softly through thinly pressed lips, he quickly assessed the group ahead. There was the swordsmen, Ike, whose burly stature was hard to overlook, especially in comparison to his current company. Then there was Mewtwo and his alien-esque appearance. It was hard to mistake him for another pokemon. Next to him was the spunkiest of the princesses in their numbers: Daisy. Her tomboyish nature had always demanded to have the spotlight on her, though admittedly, Ren hardly wanted to look and get on her bad side. And finally, there was the one who proudly held the Lechonk over his head: the cartoony Hylian, Toon Link. Their group was somehow more ragtag than the likes of his own, though the Hylian's company among them did beg the question of how he had gotten here. The poem had placed him elsewhere, and in different company. As much as he wanted to ask, he knew now wasn't the time nor place.

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Hearing the second moblin speak up, Joker felt his eyes grow wide. His suggestion was exactly what they did not need at this moment. He couldn't stand by and let them gather reinforcements from the very being they needed to avoid. Gritting his teeth, a soft growl rumbled in the back of his throat. None of this was going as he hoped! So much for his own cover.

Promptly, he moved a hand up to his face and grabbed the corner of his glasses before pulling them off with a soft utterance of Arsene's name. Blue flames danced around him and burned away the eyewear in his hand until his persona took form once again. Joker's gaze quickly moved to him and he pointed in the direction the pair had taken off in, figuring Arsene could swiftly apprehend them.

"Catch them. We can't have them alerting their General... not with what happened to the Stadium. He'll kill us on the spot."

Arsene gave a curt nod before he gave a powerful flap of his wings and took off in pursuit of the moblins. Hopefully he would be enough, though he knew his other self would only chase them so far before returning to him.

"Ren, should I send Carmen too?" Ann spoke up as she finally caught up to him and watched as his persona took off.

"No. Arsene alone will draw too much attention. Sending a second persona out will only make things worse," he murmured lowly before he turned his attention back to the quartet that stood across from them. "Besides, we have guests."

A soft huh slipped from the depths of Ann's throat before she turned to follow Ren's gaze and noticed the group. Her eyes lit up and a smile immediately crossed her lips. "Oh my gosh! It's more of the Smash Bros! This is...."

Her voice trailed off as she noticed the expression upon her boyfriend's face. It was rather stoic given the company they now stood in. Did he feel intimidated? No, that wasn't it, far from it actually. There was a hint of concern that lingered in his eyes. No surprise. It likely had to do with him sending Arsene out, though she didn't dare question the specifics of it all. Concern wasn't the only hint of emotion hidden in his gray orbs after all. Irritation was present too. She could only imagine he was mildly upset his cover wasn't going to hold, though he didn't need to worry over such things. They had more firepower now! He didn't need to continue to burden himself with everything.

Giving his shoulder a gentle squeeze, she offered him a sweet smile before walking past him all while listening to Prompto speak up. She shook her head at his claims before she stopped in front of the Hylian and crouched down to his height. "Good job catching this little guy for us. That spares Ren, uh, I mean Joker the embarrassment of trying to do it."

Ren huffed at those words and crossed his arms over his chest. Deciding to ignore Ann's quip, he chose to speak on other matters: "As nice as it is to see all of you, we shouldn't linger here. It's best we take that pig back to where it belongs and see if they'll briefly shelter us. We can talk then."

Banking on the hospitality of the Lechonk's owner wasn't ideal, but given he didn't know if Arsene would catch the moblins, it would be wise to take shelter to allow them to get reacquainted with each other. They still needed an in to Postwick after all. Without another word, Ren turned back in the direction of the farmlands and began moving. The faster they got this done, the better, and the less likely they were to be caught in the process.

Ann watched him for a moment before standing back up to her full height and sparing a glance towards the others behind Toon Link. "I promise he's glad to see you all. He's just feeling stressed is all."

It wasn't much that she could offer them, but she could only hope they could understand. She was sure they all had had their own share of issues since returning to the realm as well and could understand the stress he was currently under even if they weren't aware of what exactly had happened.

 

[Kameron Esters-]

Deep within Sephiroth's mind, a voice stirred—a familiar and alien resonance that called to him like a whisper carried on the wind. It wasn’t intrusive, but rather an ethereal pulse, an anchor that tugged at the edges of his consciousness. It was Jenova. Despite her weakened state, her presence was undeniable, like a faint star glimmering in the vast expanse of his mind.

The air around Sephiroth grew unnaturally still as the whisper turned to a soft, melodic hum, resonating not through his ears but through his very being. "̷M̶y̵ ̶s̷o̵n̷.̵.̴.̸"̵ The words were gentle but carried a commanding weight, weaving into his thoughts with an almost maternal tenderness. ̵"̷Y̴o̶u̸ ̶w̴a̷n̸d̶e̷r̸ ̵t̸o̴o̷ ̵f̴a̵r̸ ̷f̴r̸o̸m̷ ̷p̶u̷r̴p̷o̷s̶e̵.̷ ̷Y̶o̴u̵ ̵s̸e̷e̷k̸ ̴s̵t̴r̶e̴n̵g̶t̴h̴,̵ ̴b̴u̷t̵ ̶i̷t̷ ̸i̶s̸ ̶n̶o̶t̴ ̵s̴t̶r̴e̴n̴g̵t̴h̷ ̷y̸o̵u̷ ̷l̴a̴c̵k̴—̷i̸t̵ ̷i̶s̸ ̷d̷i̴r̶e̴c̸t̸i̴o̷n̷.̶"̴

Jenova's voice turned sharper, more deliberate, her words infused with purpose. ̶"̶T̴h̶e̸r̶e̷ ̸i̷s̷ ̷a̸ ̸p̴l̶a̴c̶e̵—̵b̸e̸y̵o̷n̷d̸ ̸t̵h̷e̵ ̸r̶e̷a̸c̷h̸ ̴o̵f̶ ̷m̶o̷r̴t̴a̶l̶ ̵h̵a̶n̴d̷s̸ ̸a̶n̴d̵ ̶t̵h̴e̶ ̴f̵o̵l̸l̸y̶ ̸o̸f̷ ̵m̸e̸n̸.̷ ̵A̷ ̵p̷l̷a̶c̷e̷ ̷w̴h̶e̷r̸e̶ ̶t̴h̵e̴ ̷e̷s̸s̵e̵n̴c̶e̵ ̷o̵f̶ ̸c̴r̸e̵a̵t̵i̷o̷n̴ ̴i̵t̶s̶e̸l̸f̶ ̶o̸n̴c̸e̷ ̴b̷u̴r̵n̴e̵d̶ ̷b̵r̵i̴g̶h̶t̴,̶ ̴o̵n̸l̴y̷ ̸t̸o̵ ̶b̶e̵ ̴e̶x̸t̴i̶n̴g̸u̸i̷s̶h̴e̴d̴.̵ ̷T̴h̵e̴ ̶w̸o̸u̸n̶d̴ ̴l̷e̷f̷t̴ ̷b̸e̷h̶i̶n̵d̷ ̷s̴t̵i̷l̷l̷ ̴b̷l̷e̶e̷d̷s̶ ̵p̵o̷w̸e̶r̵,̷ ̶t̸h̵o̶u̴g̶h̶ ̸i̵t̶ ̵l̶i̶e̴s̷ ̷d̵o̶r̷m̴a̷n̶t̷.̷ ̴T̷h̶e̵r̸e̵,̶ ̷t̵h̶e̵ ̷e̷s̸s̵e̸n̵c̶e̸ ̸l̷i̸n̷g̴e̸r̸s̶ ̷s̶t̴i̵l̸l̶.̸ ̵I̵t̶s̸ ̸p̸u̶r̷i̸t̵y̵ ̵r̴i̴v̷a̸l̶s̴ ̶t̶h̴a̷t̷ ̷o̵f̷ ̷G̴a̴i̴a̸'̶s̸ ̴L̷i̶f̶e̸ ̸S̴t̴r̵e̵a̵m̸,̵ ̶t̶h̴o̷u̶g̴h̶ ̸t̷w̴i̶s̶t̶e̴d̸ ̴a̷n̴d̵ ̶r̷a̵w̷.̸ ̶I̷t̷ ̴w̷i̴l̵l̴ ̶b̷e̷ ̷d̶a̸n̷g̶e̴r̷o̷u̴s̸,̶ ̷b̵u̸t̶ ̶i̸f̴ ̴y̶o̸u̴ ̸s̵u̸c̵c̵e̵e̴d̴,̵ ̵t̶h̸e̸ ̷p̶o̴w̴e̵r̶ ̶w̵i̵l̷l̵ ̸f̸l̴o̷w̷ ̵i̸n̵t̶o̵ ̴u̴s̴.̵ ̵I̵t̷ ̶w̶i̷l̶l̸ ̸r̴e̷s̷t̴o̸r̷e̵ ̷m̶e̷.̸.̵.̴ ̵r̸e̶s̵t̵o̶r̶e̶ ̸u̷s̷ ̸b̶o̴t̷h̷.̶ ̷Y̶o̶u̴ ̴w̵i̸l̵l̷ ̵r̶i̵s̷e̴ ̷b̴e̷y̴o̷n̴d̵ ̴e̸v̸e̷n̸ ̸t̷h̸e̵i̸r̴ ̴f̵e̶e̶b̴l̴e̸ ̷c̴o̴m̷p̶r̷e̷h̵e̵n̴s̶i̸o̵n̷.̴"̸
Kaiju Cat

 

[Kameron Esters-]

Captain Falcon’s eyes narrowed as the Malboro continued to thrash and unleash its toxic breath, the air thick with nausea and despair. His instincts were on high alert, every muscle tensed, prepared for the next move. The mist and the oppressive stench filled his lungs, but his resolve was unwavering. He couldn’t afford to falter now, not when so many depended on him.

But the voices—those wretched, insidious whispers—cut through the air, invading his mind with their venomous words. "It's useless to keep fighting…"

He clenched his fists, trying to shake off the doubts creeping in. "What is the point? It will all be dead and dust eventually..."

The voices grew louder, the whispers twisting into something more familiar, more sinister.

“You cannot leave! You can never leave! Why should you dare to leave when we cannot!”

The Malboro’s breath filled the air again, and despite the monstrous weight of despair, Captain Falcon refused to be consumed by it. He turned, finding Shadow beside him, facing the same enemy, the same torment. And then he heard it—the faint, distant plea of Odessa’s voice, her words piercing through the chaos.

“Fool man... the ribbon... You must... activate its magic!”

Captain Falcon’s gaze shifted to the ribbon, glowing faintly, the magic within it undeniable. He didn’t need any more convincing. He could feel its energy—he could feel it in his very bones. This was it. He was done listening to the whispers.

He gripped the ribbon, feeling its power surge through him like a bolt of lightning. A sudden clarity washed over him, his mind free of the poison the voices had tried to inject. He felt the grip of despair loosening, and his heart surged with new strength.

“No.” Captain Falcon’s voice rang out, unwavering, cutting through the despair like a blade. “I won’t let you win. Not this time!”

He stepped forward, his eyes blazing with the fire of determination. “I’ve been through hell before, and I’m still standing! No matter what you throw at me, I’m not backing down!”

With a final roar, Captain Falcon charged at the Malboro, using the power of the ribbon to fuel his next move. “FALCON PUNCH!” he bellowed, his fist erupting in fiery energy. He aimed the devastating blow directly at the Malboro’s exposed body, determined to end this nightmare.

He wasn’t alone in this fight. His resolve was a reflection of the strength and camaraderie he shared with his friends. They would not fall. Not today.
GrumpySwallow SirPrompto15

 

[Kaiju Cat]

As Jenova’s voice reverberated through his body and mind, Sephiroth maintained his calm, poised manner.” Mother,” His voice above a whisper, keeping his tone respectful.“ That power could also be the answer to keep them from neutralizing me anymore.” That was a very unpleasant experience for him. Still is unpleasant to handle his disabilities, yet it might be a cautionary tale to push the plan forward. He has a reason to believe those abominations are just fodder for his caliber. Years of his experience on the field gave him insight to expect anything, maintain a calculating mind while preserving his calm and sharp capabilities. Now, suspecting there’s something darker in the shadows waiting for him. Those bastards did their homework instead of the usual run of the mill fools who soon fell under his masamune. Spreading his one wing, Jenova’s calm words held a gentleness yet her tone brought a single truth, snapping him to the reality he had so treaded away from.


Although, it’s a vague feeling he could feel the planet’s essence hitting his six senses. If it’s like the life stream that makes up Gaia’s energy source, the life blood of the planet it may be the edge needed to restore his mother’s power, help regain control over the clones and the answer to fine tuning his abilities beyond anyone’s understanding. “ I feel its power pulling me north of the smash realm, mmmm..” He took off in such great speed, sensing the power guiding him far north. The power creeping up over his core drew his attention. He paused mid air, scanning for a way in, his serpentine eyes hooded. “ Mmm,” He kept an eye out for a way possible way in a step forward in their plan to progress with his mother restoring control over the clones as it should be under her power.
Kameron Esters-

 

[SirPrompto15]

Kameron Esters- GrumpySwallow

Shadow was using both the chaos energy from himself and the power of the ribbon to fight off the evil spirits. He saw that Captain Falcon was doing the same.
He had more will then he had. Just like Sonic...
He had to help his allies. A red aura surounded him. Shadow focused the Chaos energy within himself. The ribbon's power emplied it,as uf he was harnessing the power of the Chaos emeralds. He dashes toward the Malboro.
"Chaos...control!"
Shadow vanishes only to reappear behind the monster. Shadow was levatating and glowing red.

"This is the end for you monster." He hissed. Chaos....Blast!!!"
Shadow unleashes a powerful red energy pulse from his bring,which was unleashed toward the Malboro.

Cream,Cheese and Mog watched the fight. "Mr Shadow..." said a worried Cream.
Shadow landed on thr ground, abit injured but still standing.

 

[Kameron Esters-]

As Cyan paced with visible frustration, Peregrine watched him carefully, his arms crossed as he leaned against the wall. Finally, he spoke, his voice calm but tinged with determination.

“Cyan, don’t sell yourself short. You’ve already proven more than capable, but I understand your frustration. The truth is, we’re up against a system that thrives on strength, both physical and political. If we’re to succeed, we need to be both patient and calculated. Let’s see what options unfold—sometimes even in defeat, there’s opportunity.”
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In the grand hall of the Apotheon, Zalunbar summoned the defeated Legionnaire, his tone sharp with disappointment. "I am told you were bested by an outsider. Explain this failure."

The Legionnaire bowed low, his expression resolute. "My lord, the swordsman fought with exceptional skill and precision. His strikes... they managed to break my armor."

Zalunbar's gaze narrowed, the words striking a chord of disbelief. "Impossible," he murmured, stepping forward. "Darknut armor does not yield."

The Legionnaire nodded solemnly. "Yet his blade pierced it. No mere warrior could achieve such a feat."

Intrigued, Zalunbar paused, his mind alight with possibilities. A faint, calculating smile crossed his face. "So, this Cyan possesses strength that defies logic. Perhaps his worth extends beyond idle claims."

Turning to the Legionnaire, Zalunbar continued, his voice now tinged with cunning. He stepped forward, his golden-plated armor catching the torchlight as a sly smile curved his lips. “I want to see this for myself. Take Cyan on a tour of our city—show him the strength of the Legion, the discipline of its warriors. Let him glimpse what true power is.”

Zalunbar gestured to the Legionnaire, his tone commanding. “When you are done, bring him to the training grounds. I will observe his capabilities personally. If he is as extraordinary as you claim, then perhaps he will prove himself a worthy pawn.”

The Legionnaire bowed, understanding the weight of the order. As he departed, Zalunbar returned to his throne, already considering how to exploit Cyan’s apparent strength. A man who could shatter the unshatterable could be both an asset and a threat—and Zalunbar intended to know which before the day was done.
Kaiju Cat

 

[GrumpySwallow]

Odessa
Location: The Sorrowfen (The Swamps, Subspace Emissary map)
Interactons: Kameron Esters- , SirPrompto15

Odessa gasped softly in surprise as the darkness lifted from her eyes and feeling returned to her numbed body, both a blessing and a curse as she can move again, but once more felt how bruised and battered she was. Trying to force her discomfort aside, she used her staff to push herself onto her feet. After taking a moment to make sure Cream was unharmed, the priestess turned her attention to the Malboro.

Shadow had used Chaos Control to teleport himself behind the Malboro. The black hedgehog unleashed powerful destructive energies at the monster, engulfing it as its shrieks pierced the air.

"So that is Chaos energy," Odessa muttered to herself, watching in horrified fascination.

The Malboro collasped into the lake, toothy maw gasping painfully. The Chaos Blast had torn apart its body, leaving it eye- and tendril-less, a wretched thing. It did not have to suffer long. With a roar as mighty as his fists, Captain Falcon annihilated what remained of the creature with a devastating Falcon Punch! A blinding flash of light, flames, and Chaos energy filled the Sorrowfen, and Odessa was forced to cover her eyes!

The light eventually faded, and when sight returned to Odessa's eyes she saw herself staring at nothing, nothing but still grey waters. The world had gone silent, the combined might of Chaos Blast and Falcon Punch had destroyed everything that the Malboro was. Even the toxins in the air from the Malboro's Bad Breath had been burned away. The twisted souls of those who had sunk into their despair were nowhere to be seen. The Sorrowfen was as still and quiet as death.

Wait!

Odessa's eyes squinted as she caught something floating above the lake where the Malboro once stood, its light almost obscured by the mists. It was a grey asymmetrical crystal shard! The priestess's eyes widened. She must get to it! Yet, Odessa did not dare step foot into the lake waters. The Souls of Despair may still be lurking below, waiting. It would be the work of a moment to ask Shadow or Mog to retrieve the crystal, but then it would be a monumental task to get it into her own possession. Odessa realized she had little choice and remained where she was, deciding to observe the group and allow them to decide on what to do.

Should anyone approach the floating crystal and touch it, they will find themselves bombarded with intense feelings of sorrow and hopelessness, so strong that it threatened to consume them entirely mind, body, and soul! Not even the Ribbon's enchantment can provide any protection! It was as though the crystal was refusing to be claimed and put up one final act of resistance. Will the strength and willpower of the Super Smash Brothers be enough to defeat Sorrow once and for all?

 

[SirPrompto15]

Noctis and Prompto
Location: Plains
Ploegy Kaiju Cat GrumpySwallow PolikShadowbliss NimbusWing
Noctis,falling behind was trying to catch up with the group. On his way,he noticed the two imcoming moblins.
"Not now..." he spat,annoyedHe summoned his engine and got ready to fight. Fortunately,he didn't need two,as Joker's Persona was chasing them away. "At least that takes care of it."

When he finally caught up to the group,he noticed newcomers.

He was howrever happy to see that Prompto was alright. He was with obe of the newvomers, a familiar figure dressed in green and holding a small pig.
"Noct,glad you joined us! I just wanted to save that little pig pokemon. Well,Link here did all the work..."

"It's alright Prompto. Next time,don't go running off in unknown territories on your own." Noctis replied.
"Well,I'll be careful next time." Then Joker suggested to bring back the pig to his owners and see if they shelther them. They both followed Ren toward their next destination. While walking Noctis went to talk with Ann. "Sorry to ask, those other guys that we just met,they're from Joker's Smash Bros ...group...as well?" he asked.
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Sorrowen
GrumpySwallow Kameron Esters-

After delivering that powerful Chaos Blast,Shadow landed on the group. He stilll feeling exhausted after unleashing alot of Chaos energy.Red sparks of chaos energy were flying around his body as he fell on his knees. At least the Captain finished the job.
"Mr Shadow!" Cream cried from her spot. "Are you alright?" Shadow turned the attention toward the young rabbit and nodded to her
The monster was no more.
A strange crystal appeared. "Kupo...is this crystal important?" Mog cried as he was about to fly toward it.
Shadow turned his attention toward the crystal as Mog mentioned it.
"Stay where you are!" Shadow cried. Mog stopped to fly toward the crystal.
"Rushing toward this crystal recklessly is not a good idea." Shadow said, still being careful about this."It might be a trap. The datk forces who tried to trap us earlier might still be at work. We need to plan this carefully. "

 

[Kameron Esters-]

Captain Falcon stood at the edge of the now-still lake, his breath steadying after the fiery finish to the Malboro. His fist, still faintly glowing with the aftereffects of his Falcon Punch, lowered as he took in the eerie quiet. The swamp’s oppressive energy had lifted, yet the stillness felt unnatural—a hollow kind of victory.

His eyes narrowed as they locked onto the faint glow in the mist, the strange crystal shard hovering just above the water's surface. Something about it immediately set his instincts on edge. It wasn’t just the way it seemed to defy the swamp’s gloom, but the oppressive weight it emanated. Even from a distance, it clawed at the edges of his mind, whispering faint traces of sorrow and regret.

“...That thing’s no ordinary trinket,” Falcon muttered, his voice low but carrying an uncharacteristic gravity. His scarf, now tattered and singed, fluttered slightly as he stepped closer to the water’s edge. He glanced back at Mog and Shadow, catching the caution in Shadow’s words.

“He’s right,” Falcon said, his tone firm. “Whatever that crystal is, it’s no prize to be snatched up on a whim. It’s giving off... something. Something heavy.”

For a moment, his gaze flickered to Odessa, who leaned on her staff, her sharp eyes trained on the crystal. He couldn’t tell if it was desperation or fascination that gleamed in them, but it didn’t matter. Falcon had already made his decision.

Turning back to the glowing shard, he took a deep breath, steadying himself. “This thing’s tied to everything we’ve been through here,” he said aloud, as much to himself as to the others. “The vines, the souls, that oversized stink plant—it’s all connected to that. And if we leave it here, it’s only a matter of time before it all starts up again.”

He flexed his fingers, feeling the weight of the task ahead. “But I’m not gonna lie to you—whatever’s in there, it’s not going to go quietly. I can feel it.” His voice softened, though his resolve remained unshaken. “I’ve faced a lot of tough fights. Races where I had to bet it all just to make it to the finish line. But this... this is something else.”

Falcon looked to Shadow, Mog, and the others, his usual bravado tempered with a rare sincerity. “I’m going in. I won't ask any of you to follow me, and I won't stop you do. I just wanted to let you guys know I'm proud of all of you. Even you, magic lady. I won't blame any of if you decide not to take the last leap to save the day, because this leap might not end well for some, if any, of us. I gave my word to those guys we'd help them, despite their... Inhospitality. And I couldn't call myself a man if I didn't follow through on a promise. I'm saying all this to get off my chest in the event I have to wing it alone and that way, I won't have any regrets when I jump in.”
GrumpySwallow SirPrompto15

 

[SirPrompto15]

Shadow the hedgehog ( plus Mog,Cream and Cheese
Kameron Esters- GrumpySwallow

Shadow looked toward the crystal. Falcon listened to his warning. He even theorised that this crystal was giving something.

What the Captain said next ,that the souls,vines and the plant were all connected to this crystal. "You're right Captain,this rock,might be the force behind all of that."
The captain was right. As Shadow stared toward the crystal,memories that were supposed to be erased somewhat came back. It seemed it was in a situation like that before...only it was a scepter instead of a crystal...a scepter containing...a dark entity....Mephiles the Dark...wait? What was that all about? He accidently released him...wait...could this crystal...contain Mephiles...wait who? Did it really happen?

Shadow put an hand on his head,groaning. Maybe it was that gem.

"Mr Shadow!" cried a worried Cream. Shadow stood up againand looked toward the young rabbit. "I'm fine. The forces coming from that gem must be toying with my mind again."

"What shall we do Kupo?! We still need to destroy that dark crystal!" Mog cried.As if to answer's Mog question,Captain Falcon stepped up. He was going in.

Shadow made a small smile. "I promised Maria that would protect the innocent. That includes other worlds too." He stepped up as well. "I'm going in as well,and this time...I won't be holding back."He removed the golden bracers around his ankles and wrists. He was ready to unleash his full power. His eyes and part of his quills and fur glew red.

"Wait,wait wait!!! You'll need my help as well Kupo! My dances will help you win the fight Kupo!" Mog said. "I'm not scared!"

"Cheese and I can help too!" Cream asked.
"It's better if stay and look after the priestest Kupo!" Mog said.
"He's right,it might be dangerous for you." Shadow replied.

"Fine." Cream said."Though I'll still be helping you if you are in a pinch!" Her expresion showed detemination.
Shadow sighed and looked toward Falcon. "We won't stop the little one I suppose."

 

[Kaiju Cat]

Paula is about to tap into her PSI to drive the moblins away; fortunately, Joker’s persona chased them away. The tension in her muscles waned as the rush of her psychic energy did. So, that takes care of the situation with little trouble. She raised her eyebrow, having not noticed Prompto ran off; at least he’s safe from harm, so is the little pig. Having noticed the boy carrying the Le Chonk, clad in a green tunic, perhaps he might be one of the Links in the aforementioned poem that Nurse Joy presented them with.

She noticed the other newcomer accompanying the boy; the lady must be born of noble blood. Her attention went to Ann next; like Noctis, she’s curious if those people were a part of Joker’s group they just met. She’s about to ask Ann; instead, her attention went to the powerful aura radiating off of Toon Link. What was her psychic power picked up? It feels so strong like it’s enveloping her core. She had questions of what the power is. Shaking her head, giving the Le Chonk a quick, gentle rub between its ears.

She moved over to join Anne and Noctis curious herself of Joker’s group. “ I’m wondering the same if you know these guys we just met?” Paula smiles, quite curious about Ren and Ann, maybe a way to know more of their group mates. The strange rush of energy waned, leaving her muscles to relax as her six senses quieted down.

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[NimbusWing]

Princess Daisy
Location: Plains
Mentions: GrumpySwallow , Kaiju Cat , SirPrompto15 , Ploegy

It wasn't before long that Daisy felt her pleasant stroll halted by a sudden distraction courtesy of her ally in Toon Link. Somehow through that entire time, the lady in yellow that Daisy was carried that same enthusiasm to kick Lunaris' teeth in one of her heels, that she had right when she had announced the rallying speech to her assorted cast of allies back at the Northern Coastline. She was definitely overestimating the opposition here, but it wasn't as if she was going to just let the idea of herself - or anybody else affiliated with her - to get arrested or worse just because of the nonsensical ramblings of some magician. She was more than willing to put up a fight, perhaps even itching to get herself into one, as if there was something she just wanted to let out ever since her initial adrenaline of putting the hurt onto some Koopas and Goombas.

She stopped, watching the sudden sneak attack between Toon Link and what seemed to be some strange piglike creature. Her general knowledge of Pokémon was still pretty minimal, but it didn't take a genius to know that Daisy was surprised - and impressed - by Toon Link's quick reactions to corner and catch the Lechonk, let alone the fact that this kid was strong enough to lift it above his head. What was more enticing however, was the idea of a potential meal with that pig as the main course... maybe she was the only one among the group at the time who didn't put two and two together, realizing the origins of where the Pokémon came from.

But before she could entice the idea of 'Cooked pork, anyone?', it was a sweet relief for the Lechonk's sake that a dumbfounded duo of Moblins interrupted what short-lived victory the group had achieved. They lifted their spears up in defense, only for Daisy's eyes to gleam. These Moblins were ready for a tussle, and luckily Daisy wanted to blow off some steam. Or so she thought.

Unexpectedly they turned around, announcing their departure and their plan to report to their superior. Cowardice. Just as Daisy was preparing herself with a gentle tug of her gloves, her face turned for surprise... to disappointment... to a fiery passion.

"HEY! Come back here, buster, and put up your dukes! What, afraid of a cute Princess?! Or are you scared of a four on two battle?"

Sadly, it was too late as the Moblins were already too far away to care about what she had said. All she could do was cross her arms in annoyance and watch as they ran away... and for another strange but familiar figure to chase them. One from another competitor she recalled battling and losing against in the Tournament. Huh.

Quickly, the Princess turned back around to the group to notice that their numbers had grown considerably, and rapidly at that! What was a group of four seemed to double in an instant in Daisy's eyes, blinking in surprise before smiling. She didn't recognize any of the five who had approached them, with the obvious exception of Joker, a previous opponent. So of course, she addressed him directly.

"I didn't expect to see you of all people here, but it's great to see a familiar face! I still remember when you kicked my butt in the Tournament... I don't hold grudges, but do I wanna go against you some other day - it was too much fun." Daisy responded, giggling at the thought before looking over to Panther, the blonde-haired woman clad in a skin-tight cat-like ensemble, and performing a nice little curtsey before the Princess approached her, getting close and offering her hand to shake. "Looks like you've brought yourself new company as well! Hi! I'm Daisy, Princess of Sarasaland! Pleased to meet you!"

Despite clearly looking like a Princess, Daisy did appear a little more laid back - and eager to battle - than what one would expect from a lady like her, especially compared to her best friend in Peach Toadstool. Perhaps it was just the result of the previous Smash Tournament giving her an excuse to cut loose with familiar faces. Perhaps it was just this adventure she was thrust into. Either way, she still tried to show respect, but she took this as an opportunity just to have some fun without others breathing down her neck, even as the responsibility of saving the world tried to weigh itself onto the puffy shoulders of her gown.

"So you're all here to help save this Realm as well? The talk about all of the Pillars, this strange Lunaris creep, and whatnot? Either way, happy to see you all come aboard! We were just going to... wait, what were we planning on doing again? Something with that pig, right?"

In a bit of a fumble, she turned her head over to Toon Link, scratching her head gently in confusion. The sudden rush of events got the better of her, and she was left unaware of the fact that they were heading into farmland to return the lost Lechonk.

 

[Kaiju Cat]

Cyan had paused his pacing; his anxiety was just his insecurities speaking. “I suppose you're right; I should look at my victory as it opened a gateway to vast opportunities.” He smiles at his sword, proud of his achievements; it's Elayne and Owain whose unyielding love for him pushed him to victory. It’s his years of training as Doma’s retainer.

When Peregrine spoke of the system thriving on strength—both physical and political—adding patience and maintaining a calculated disposition will yield favorable results.

There are truths behind Peregrine’s words, heavy with meaning. “I don’t disagree, Peregrine; patience and calculation are what will serve us better. I see a window of options in front of us.” He nods, his mind going elsewhere.

When he first set foot into the Legionnaire stronghold, it was like being in another world. The militaristic airs drew him in, almost striking and awe inspiring. He maintained a respectful distance as they were doing their jobs, yet Cyan couldn’t help but admire the discipline and the strength of the Dark Nut.

Yet, feeling pumped by their swords clashing against one another, their unyielding wills left a sense of thrill for how long Cyan yearned for a warrior to test his strength and mettle.

It came from a Dark Nut; unexpectedly, he achieved his victory, as no one else had the prowess to face a Dark Nut headlong like him, yet Cyan felt the warrior’s formidable energy was still lingering within his body, keeping him on his toes. He breathes through his nose as he fingers his sword.

Thank you, Elayne. Thank you, my son; he knows now he can put his anguish to rest. He’s looking forward to the opportunities that may lie ahead, trusting in Peregrine’s words; there’s wisdom to them. Now, he feels much more confident they could sway the legionnaires opinion to their favor. He took to sheathing his sword, sitting on the opulent flooring, cross-legged. Kameron Esters-