[center][h2][color=BB2F56]Ichiban[/color][/h2] [b]Lv.[/b] 1 [color=BB2F56]█████████[/color]█ [b]Location: The Under - City of Tears[/b] Omori ([@Majoras End]), Koopa Troop ([@DracoLunaris]), Ganondorf ([@Double]) - - -[/center] When confronted over his breakfast-time thievery, Ichiban gave a sheepish look. [color=BB2F56]"It's... free, right? Is there, like, a rule against takin' too much?"[/color] He looked down at his plate of half-eaten foods sadly, setting it down on one of the buffet tables, defeated by this supposed rule. He kept the stuff he put in his pockets, though. [color=BB2F56]"Mornin', Omori!"[/color] Ichiban greeted the monochrome kid, chomping on a piece of bacon he retrieved from his forgotten plate. What, he wasn't going to let bacon go to waste, was he? [color=BB2F56]"Hope y'had a nice night. It's been forever since I slept in a place like this. Definitely better than getting rained..."[/color] His rambling slowed to a halt as his brain caught up with his eyes, staring wide at the ominous shadow, er, shadowing Omori. For a second he stood there, silent, then let out a sigh of relief as other people commented on it. [color=BB2F56]"Phew, so I'm not going crazy here,"[/color] he muttered. Omori didn't seem too bothered by it, but Ichiban kept his eye on this whatever-the-hell. As it happened he was roped into the group's meeting, or at least he wasn't kicked out of it and decided to stick around. Not that it really meant anything to Ichiban. Three masks? Black Egg? Flame clocks? The talk of Consuls was a little more understandable, though Ichiban wasn't as familiar with them as far as them being some dudes in charge of a lot of stuff. And while he figured the talk of "this world" was just a funny manner of speech for these guys, there was enough of a grasp on the general concept for him to kinda follow along. [color=BB2F56]"So what you're sayin' is,"[/color] Ichiban butted in, [color=BB2F56]"these Consul guys are forcing all the folks that follow them to keep fighting each other? An endless gang war to keep them from crumblin'?"[/color] Ichiban crossed his arms and rubbed his chin. [color=BB2F56]"Damn. If I'dve known what these guys were up to sooner I would've talked to them. That's no way to be runnin' things. The boss needs to look out for the people under him, not just use them for his own gain."[/color] Maybe not [i]quite[/i] grasping the severity of things, but the sentiment resonated with the team's mission all the same. Nadia offered to let him tag along. Ichiban chuckled nervously. [color=BB2F56]"Who, me? I mean, sure, if you think I can help. A lotta what you guys were talking about, I honestly didn't understand it. But I'm always willing to lend a hand!"[/color] They got underway, heading off to continue their quest, and on the way to meet IGV Ichiban struck up conversation with some of the other Seekers - namely Bowser's posse and Ganondorf. [color=BB2F56]"Hey guys,"[/color] he said, excitement clear on his face. [color=BB2F56]"Those're some great costumes! That Bowser suit looks super realistic, and your hair for Ganondorf, how long did that take to do?"[/color] Seemed he was nerding out over the pair, for... some reason. [center]* * *[/center] With a short walk through the marketplace that was the Collection, Ichiban, Nadia, and the others arrived at the meeting spot their mysterious messenger said. A spooky mansion. Not the most comforting place to meet a stranger, though maybe that was the point. It wasn't like folks would be waltzing through and interrupting things in there. Though just [i]getting[/i] to the meeting was difficult on its own. The spooky building was full of weird things! This is the riveting narration you get with Ichiban, here. [color=BB2F56]"The hell?!"[/color] Ichiban, as simple and down-to-earth as he appeared to be, had never encountered anything close to the spirits that popped up inside - it was a wonder how he was justifying their existence. Whatever the case he was quick to pick up a dusty stool from the ground and hold it up like a weapon. [color=BB2F56]"You sure this wasn't just a trap to get you guys with?"[/color] He asked as the group made their way through the ghosts, Ichiban a lot less flashy than the rest as he merely batted things away when they got too close, decently strong about it. [color=BB2F56]"Like, this IGV guy could be workin' with the Consul?"[/color] He didn't have nearly enough pieces to be speculating with, but Ichiban was a man who followed his gut, and right now his gut was saying how bad of an idea this was. Nobody was willing to just turn back though, so he stuck with them. Eventually they encountered a huge, monstrous mutt-looking creature, and Nadia prepared to do away with her only weapon to get rid of it. [color=BB2F56]"Whoa whoa, hold on!"[/color] Ichiban leapt in front of her, arms raised to get her to hold it. [color=BB2F56]"Here, lemme try somethin'."[/color] Turning to face Endogeny Ichiban knelt down onto one knee. [color=BB2F56]"Hey there, boy... or girl... you here all by yourself?"[/color] As he talked gently to the dog monster he reached into his jacket pocket, pulling out a pair of sausages he swiped from breakfast, looking as clean and hot as when he first stuffed them inside. [color=BB2F56]"Here, how about some food? Nice sausages like these, bet you don't get them often in here, huh?"[/color][hr][center][color=bb2f56]879 Words +2 EXP [i]LEVEL UP![/i][/color][/center]