Long, long ago, maybe two days ago, in a remote kingdom known as the Smash Mansionâs yard, a lonesome and forlorn book was taking a diurnal nap on the moist, green grass while showering with the bright sunbeams. One could easily infer that itâs been there for just a little time, if taking into consideration the fact that the book was dropped on a zone relatively close from the buildingâs entrance, perhaps some fair six meters away or so.
The atmosphereâs quietude was, however, shattered into pieces after the main doorâs canny creak defeated the former on an uneven strife; an unusually furry hand pulled the left door backwards by its knob, only opening it to a degree enough to let the slender vulpine out of the mansion. And, with sneaky steps, just like the ones belonging to a sweet-toothed thief, he made his way to the yard, making sure to be extremely careful when closing the door.
His escape from duty was apparently a complete success. Albeit the manor had all of the conveniences one would normally wish for, there were still obligations needed to be done by the smashers, such as washing the dishes after a meal. There was an assigned team for that one specific task and Fox was part of it; however, there was something else he needed to do at that time, so, with a false bahtroom necessity, the mercenary scooted away from the dirty dishes.
The first steps out of the mansion felt somewhat like being unchained from a prison wall, phew! Now that he was free, the vulpine was more than ready to being his doings! So after closing the door and emitting a highly negligible sound from it, he turned around with a hyper attitude heading towardsââ oh? Oh, oh?Â
Were his eyes witnessing what he thought they were witnessing? Was that⊠Robinâs Arcfire tome? Fox blinked intermittently once again, shaking his head with delicacy just to make sure it wasnât some kind of heat haze illusion⊠as if. Upon closer inspection, walking a few curious steps towards the laid book, crouching in front of it, the pilot could then thoroughly confirm that it was, in fact, real! Robin was known for tossing his tomes at others in battles, could it be he got in a skirmish with somebodyâŠ? Fox simply shrug at the thought, standing up with the red tome between his hands.
Shaking the book a bit against the air, the vulpine unprofessionally measured its weight. Not being a really fan of books himself, he couldnât tell if it either had the right weight or if it was slightly heavier than the average. Probably the latter.
Curious by nature, the vulpine carefully violated the tomeâs privacy, making one of his hardest attempts to understand its writing⊠without any successful outcomes, for his misfortune. Then, he thought about it⊠Robin never seemed to read the bookâs content before casting his powerful spells, so maybe Fox would get some results if he just imitated him? It was time to play! Who cares about his other doings anyways! ⊠He, he cares, but obviously, not now.
Taking a deep breath, the tactician wannabe closed his eyes and focused on his right hand: the one holding the tome. He exhaled, violently striking a pose as if he was cutting wind with his arms, his legs fairly separated from each otherââhe was ready now, it was finally TIME TO TIP THE SCALES!
âââB-BARKFIRE!!!â He yelled.
After unintentionally pronouncing a most likely non-existent spell, Fox covered his sight with his left forearm, just in case his almighty and powerful spell hit him by accident. Sadly, not even a digital sound effect could be heard beyond his Barkfire, nor a single sparkle⊠and, exposing his eyes to light once again, the vulpine noticed how his spell turned out to be nothing but a laughable sleight of hands. His pointy ears lowered in disappointment. Did he do something wrongâŠ? That was, quite undoubtedly, the most plausible case. Well, if he didnât give up back then on his past space missions, there was absolutely no reason to give up now! Shaking the pessimism off his head, the vulpine exhaled with pure will, posing once again, and repeating:
Not taking into consideration the fact that there were many other people who could possibly be looking at his extremely silly doings from the distance, Fox continued and continued practicing his wizardry.
ăăA sigh left Robinâs lips. While normally he would be one of those who were told to stay back and wash each and dish in the kitchen, Robin made up an excuse in order to avoid that chore, saying that he would only make a mess far worse than which wasnât exactly a lie on his part to say the least, however it only held true if he were cooking. Washing dishing wasnât a difficult task for him, however it wasnât something he enjoyed doing honestly.
ăăWanting to get some fresh air, Robin exited out from a rather obscure side entrance as he found going through this way rather than the main door was more convenient for him. It was a nice change of pace than staying inside with his nose buried in one of his favorite books he either brought with him from his home world or one he found while browsing through the library provided for all the Smash tournamentsâ participants
ăăHe made his way to his usual spot where the shade from the trees fall perfectly in a way where he remained cool from the harsh sunlight above. And he anticipated that everyone would be busy elsewhere in their own business and such, an echo caught his attention, however, he wasnât able to make out exactly what was being but he can almost tell where it was coming from. At first, he paid no mind to it, choosing to ignore it whilst believing that it wouldnât bother him so much.
ăAnd he truly believed that... Until it seemingly began to get louder and louder with each second minute the last, and with each minute he began to understand. Driven by curiosity, he decided to go find out what it was. To his surprise, what he found was a certain fox who was far too busy playing with what appeared to be a used fire tome that was once discarded and forgotten by Robin.
ăăRobin had not the foggiest idea about how Fox was able to get his paws on the book or even where he got it, but the tactician was not the kind of person whoâd suspect that Fox would sneak into his room with intentions of stealing tomes from him.Â
ăăAs he observed from distance, he wasnât noticed, as it seemed like Foxâs attention was far too focus on trying (keyword: trying) to cast the spells that Robin brought with him to the battlefield. Robin made it look easy, simply calling out the name of the spell in order to use it, however it was more than just that; it involved understanding and a focused mind in order to utilize the magical properties bound with each tome he carried.
ăHeâll admit though... It was amusing to watch him play, and it was equally as amusing to listen to the attempted pronunciation as well.
ăăăâPffft,â he accidentally let out a laugh as Fox continued on with his.. failed attempts at being a tactician.
