祝日 / Permanent Vacation
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@f-zeropilot07
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『♜』–– ❝ I’m doing great, Papa Doug! How’re you doing? ❞
“Just fine. Sorry about the unannounced sabbatical -- got a call for a pretty extended hunt. You know how it is. I miss anything back here on the homefront? Heard we’re getting some new blood in soon.”
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DOUGIIIIIIIE!!!
“Hey, kiddo. How’s tricks?”
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(To be quite frank, I can’t remember where any of my threads were. So clean slate, starter call, kthxbye.)
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Family and Flame (for fistoftherisingdragon)
fistoftherisingdragon:
Well of course Ken didn’t expect this kind of call. Especially to the fact someone is searching for him for a simple challenge. “Well I’ll accept this challenge of yours. I can book it in my schedule.” He looks through his schedule. “Huh…how about this weekend?” His stomach growled a bit. “I could use a bite to eat about now, I got some things to do before I meet with ya.”
“Perfect. Thanks, Mr. Masters. I’ll see you then.”
Douglas hung up and sighed. “So...what now?”
[He’s probably going to have his people run a background check on your name and number, and then get very suspicious when no information comes up since you don’t exist yet.]
“And then we show up to the fight in a starship. That’ll probably tell the story well enough.”
[Exactly, Captain.]
“Now we wait for the weekend, I guess.”
shurukumei:
“N-No way!” Now he was pale too. To think that Riki was still fooling around as they spoke (putting it lightly). This timing wasn’t just unfortunate. Rappy? Shulk barely had a second to grasp their situation, but it was enough.
They had to go, now!
“Pretty fast! Which way is it?!” The sword on his back was gripped.
“Backyard! Follow me!”
Douglas at full sprint rivals some cars. Guy cruises like Usain Bolt on a bad day. Even with Speed Arts, Shulk would have to be working hard to keep up.
And in the backyard, the sound of a plasma drive and VTOL system roared to life...
[Oh dear.]
roytheyounglion:
Roy tried different tricks managing to get Doug tired or taking advantages of uncovered spots. He was really taking this training seriously.
Attempting another try, Roy used several jabs on the other until he let his guard down and taking an advantage to hit him.
“Oof!”
[Excellent strike, Prince Roy.]
Of course Raptor decided to chime in now.
“Nngh...yeah, not bad. Now let’s throw something else into the mix. Footwork!”
Douglas backed up and caught his breath, starting to shuffle his feet around rapidly. On top of breaking his guard, now Roy would have to deal with his blindingly fast evasive ability.
Salvage (For driftingfromshore)
splxshblue:
rolldln002:
“Oh, absolutely! He’s very trustworthy, though it may take a bit to warm up to him ‘cuz he’s really nothing like Dr. Light at all. It took me a little while, but I eventually did. You’re able to trust him, Splash. Don’t worry.” Roll gave a reassuring smile at the other robot. “I can even come with you if you want me to.”
“Dr. Clash, huh? His name reminds me of someone I heard about quite a while back…Crash Man, I think it was? But I digress.” She looked up at Roll. “I suppose you can if you want to.” Admittedly, it would make her feel better to have someone she knew there with her.
“He’ll do you right, trust me.”
[The body he created for me is certainly well put-together. I can manifest it now if you’d like to see an example of his handiwork, Ms. Splash.]
The nanite swarm was already coming back out of the woodwork in preperation.
Salvage (For driftingfromshore)
splxshblue:
“Fair enough. Don’t expect me to do any sort of hunting whatsoever. I know that’s not what you want me to do, but I’m just letting you know.” She clacked her metal fingers against the scrap that used to be her trident. “I…did you say that they could challenge this ship?” Damn. Those things must be huge, she thought to herself. “In that case, where will we even get a new weapon for me? I wouldn’t think that many of the scientists who create such things would be…” She glanced over to see if Roll was still connected, of which she was. “…Available for the task.”
“Hey, we’ve got a whole galaxy full of roboticists and weaponsmiths the world over. I’m sure Doc Clash would be happy to help you design something new.”
“Right, Ro? After all, he’s done pretty good work with you.”
"Seriously, who keeps leaving these beach balls everywhere?"
King Dedede stood upon the tips of his….toes? No….feet. He snarled, scowling upwards, towards Captain Faclon’s face.
“Hey!” The former penguin scorned. “Don’tcha know who I am?!” He couldn’t believe this…this was so humiliating.
“It’s me, ya fool! It’s King Dedede!” He gestured to his hat and crown, which was really too big for him, it only just managed to balance upon the top of his circular body. “Are ya gonna jus’ stand there and stare at me or are ya gonna help me?!” He growled, bouncing up and down on the spot like an impatient adolescent.
“If yer not gonna help me ya can jus’ scram!”
The monarch adjusted his head wear, it had almost slipped off when he was having his mini tantrum.
dededeofthestars:
King Dedede attempted fold his stubs, great this body couldn’t even do that right. “It ain’t the cussin’ that’s the problem,” He finally got onto the other male’s shoulder, “it’s you I can’t stand.” He was only being grumpy due to how humiliated he felt in this new body.
The ornery monarch scoffed. “Blusterin? Ya try callin’ to a bunch of goof-offs, muckin’ ‘bout three floors down when ya wanna cup o’ ice tea in the mornin’. They-” He waved it off.
“Whatta we gonna do anyway? Find an anti-dote or somethin’! I ain’t drinkin’ anythin’ nasty, ya hear?”
He rolled his eyes at that.
“Gee, you certainly are incentivizing me to help you. You want me to get you on the Flyer, maybe see if nano-scanners can piece together whatever is going on with you?”
He was already heading for the castle roof.
Family and Flame (for fistoftherisingdragon)
fistoftherisingdragon:
It’s just another day at the C.E.O. office and taking care of organizing upcoming appointments and offers. Yet, Ken always try to keep up with his training as well. Then his secretary calls him from his speaker phone and presses the button to answer her. “Huh?….Someone wants to talk to me? Well put him on the line.” Ken hears the click and the transfer over to the mysterious caller. “This is Ken speaking.”
“Howdy, Mr. Masters. This is Douglas Akechi. Your hands light on fire, my hands light on fire. That’s enough for me to wanna test my skills against yours. You game? Time and place is up to you.”
[...You’re not seriously expecting him to just agree to that out of the blue.]
“Also, we can hit up this barbecue place I just found in Long Island afterward. The ribs are supposed to be divine.”
[Good lord.]
roytheyounglion:
He sighed loudly. "Let’s try to be calm now. I’ll get to break your guard no matter how long it takes me!”
His inexperience in this style of combat just made him more and more upset. Why am I so bad at this? I’m way better with a sword.
It’s almost as if Doug has about triple the combat experience of Roy
“That’s what I wanna hear! Persistence is key, kiddo. Keep it up!”
He’s still blocking everything flawlessly, but he is slowing down...
Salvage (For driftingfromshore)
splxshblue:
“Why on Earth would I want a weapon when dealing with wildlife?” If there was one thing in her life that she would never want to hurt under any circumstances, it was marine wildlife. She had always loved them, especially those along the lines of sharks and whales, and hated to see harm come their way. She had also always had a bit of a charm with aquatic life and had rarely found herself in a situation where defending herself from them was needed. But then again, that was Earth’s wildlife. She had, of course never dealt with that of Big Blue.
“Well, you look like a human, and a lot of them are carnivorous, so...do the math. It’s not like you’re going hunting, it’s just about having some insurance.”
“Trust me, those things could pick a fight with the ship we’re flying in.”
The racetrack was just above the water, after all. He’d had a few close calls with breaching sea creatures taking snaps at the Blue Falcon in the middle of the Grand Prix.
(Not gonna be super active here today. If you wanna chat or whatever, hit me up at the Inkling blog.)
If she had a heart, it would have just dropped. If she had blood, it would have just ran cold. Roll’s face became completely devoid of color as the flatline sounded, causing her to tense up. The first time this situation had crossed her mind was many, many years ago, and yet no amount of time, no matter how long, could have prepared her for the feeling of utter despair that she felt beginning to rise within her. The man that she had loved as her own father, the last one remaining of her organic family, had just passed on. She was not anywhere near ready to accept this fact, and she had a feeling that she never would be. She felt herself begin to tremble as tears welled up in her eyes and began to overflow, running down her cheeks. She did not once breathe, as she knew that the second a breath was taken in, she would begin to sob uncontrollably. She felt as if her very being had just been ripped from her and torn to shreds by the gruesome maw of death itself. A hole, is what she felt. A hole shot straight through her heart, the bullet lodging itself inside. Her pain could not be put into words as she finally drew in a shaky breath and, as predicted by her, broke down like she had never broken down before.
“Dad! Don’t leave me! Please! I need you! I really need you to stay!”
She knew her begging was of no use, but she did so nonetheless. He was gone now. Gone for good. And no matter how badly she wanted to, there was nothing she could ever do about it.
[Douglas!]
He had been too slow. He could have saved him. If he hadn’t been so frightened by the prospect of his death in the first place and gone into safe mode for a week, he could have treated the tumor.
[Douglas, please!]
Nothing but dead air and his sister’s sobs.
[THIS WASN’T HOW IT WAS SUPPOSED TO GO!]
All his fault. He could have done something. His voice faded from male to female as she broke down in figurative tears, then literal tears as her body formed at Douglas’ bedside.
“…Papa. Please. You can’t go.”
She pounded at the cot, now Captain Falcon’s deathbed.
“You can’t go.”
For the next 24 Hours, my Muse is dead.
Come into my inbox or submit drabbles in response to this: hearing the news, watching them die, visiting their grave, etc.
Challenge: After 24 hours, respond to their sudden revival.
shurukumei:
“I see…” That’s Riki all right. Talk about having some dangerous impatience. Meanwhile, a strange expression had overcome the captain, all out of the blue. Shulk didn’t quite understand it.
Suddenly, concern? It looked kind of serious.
“Is something wrong?”
This was bad. Very, very bad. If the fuzzball found the jump drive, or worse, the weapons array...
“Raptor just said, uh....Riki’s on the Flyer. We need him out of there.”
“Like, right now. Before he launches himself into SPACE and blows us all to hell. Rappy, can you disable the engine?”
[Not at the moment, sir.] Raptor was now speaking out of a speaker on Douglas’ helmet, as well.
“Shiiiiit...Shulk, how fast can you sprint?”
