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World of Light: the Endless Now (The Ultimate Videogame Crossover)

_{Friday Morning}
Word Count: 1537 (+3 exp)
Level: 8 - Total EXP: 354/80
Location: Esaka, the Forbidden Kingdom

There was still a little bit of time to kill before Pit's next match. Not enough to tail Grima and try and see what was going on with the whole Robin's body thing (he was sure he'd see Grima again before long anyway), so with the rain to cool him down after their fight, Pit took a quick trip to the Low Tier to see if he could catch his team still at breakfast. His path this time saw him just leap down over the edge of each tier and either hop down from whatever roof he landed on or just catch himself with his wings before hitting the ground, which meant he arrived to the cafe pretty quickly, but the Seekers had cleared out by then. That figured.

Going back up via the lifts, Pit bypassed the Pools and weaved through the Mid-Tier's morning traffic. He arrived at the Order of Light's dojo, which was already more familiar to him than his own, and paused under its sloped eave to shake droplets of water from his wings, hair, and clothes before poking his head in. "Anybody home?"

Inside he found the sisters finishing up their latest round of practicing kata. "Come in, Pit," Ashrah said, though her focus never left her sister's form. The two of them flowed easily from one to the next before returning to their beginning stance and tipping their heads to each other, after which Ashrah turned to greet Pit properly and Sareena made for the door.

"Good timing, you just missed Bo' Rai Cho's morning complaints," she said. She stopped at the exit, looking back at the two still in the Winners Bracket. "Have you decided your strategy against Nyotengu?"

"More or less," Pit said with a nod. The lackluster response made Sareena glance at Ashrah for confirmation, who smiled lightly.

"We have one, but are keeping our options open."

It was a more satisfying answer, so Sareena turned to leave while throwing a hand up to bid them goodbye and good luck. When she disappeared Pit hummed and crossed his arms behind his head.

"She's not gonna watch us get revenge for her?" he questioned curiously. He hoped she wasn't still so sore about her loss, but a quiet sigh from Ashrah confirmed that was most likely the case.

"I choose to take it as her trusting us with winning in her stead," the demoness said. "That, and she must prepare for her own matches. Losers will be in full swing today."

Ashrah approached to look the angel over more closely while Pit wondered if the Losers matches were held in a separate area of the Pools or if they were just fought like normal. When he turned to ask her as much and caught her stare he looked down at himself. "What? Do I have something on me?"

"Is it a habit of yours to start the day with a fight even before our tournament matches?" She asked. There was no blame in her voice, she just honestly wanted to know. "There are better ways to warm up."

"Oh! Ehehe..." Pit looked back up at her, slightly sheepish. "It just happened to, uh, happen! It's not a habit - at least I hope it doesn't turn into one. I'll be alright though!"

Ashrah tutted lightly. "Our next opponent is strong, you shouldn't underestimate her by going into kombat at any less than your best. Let's get you patched up."

As she moved to the door to bring them both out into the city, a low rumble resounded from the angel's stomach. He looked less embarrassed about this than he did the fighting, especially when the demoness let out a short sound of amusement and added, "and fed."

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One quick meal, some healing, and last minute strategizing mixed in-between a rather casual chat between partners later, and Pit and Ashrah were back in the Pools Tier for day two of Mortal Kombat. They checked their assigned arena and passed under a covered section once more, giving them a break from the persistent shower. Coming upon the stage of their next fight, the first thing that hit the pair was heat, and a subtle smell of sulfur. The sound of sloshing water and the gibbering of spectators was next as the area finally came into view. There hadn't been anything too interesting or surprising about the previous arenas so far, but Pit was elated to see this venue and tugged at Ashrah's sleeve as soon as he saw it.

"It's a hot spring!"

Featuring a pair of warm sconces and a buff statue that stood just past the wide window that showed the rest of the Pools Tier in the center of the area, this stage was indeed a hot spring. It also hosted many, many more people that had come to watch than Pit had seen so far at a Pools match... well, yokai to be specific. Pit saw one of the kappas that had been at his last match, as well as a pair of monkeys relaxing in the water next to it, one large and one small. There were also dozens of tengu of all kinds, perched in the high areas around the stage and chattering on about their princess. They were the loyal fans and followers of Pit and Ashrah's next opponents, the same ones that had defeated Sareena the day before.

And speak of the devil - the yokai around the area roared in excitement as two women approached from opposite the angel and demon. The first, was a feisty red head with pointed teeth and a pair of small horns on her head. She walked briskly ahead of her partner like she couldn't wait to get this match started.

"Wow, look what we've got this time!" Kanna said, one hand on her hip and the other pointed dramatically at the challengers.

The woman following her up moved leisurely, the bells on her geta chiming softly with each step. Her hair and intricately patterned kimono swayed gently as she walked, thanks to a small breeze that fluttered around her and only her. Judging by the reaction of the yokai in the audience, this dark haired beauty was the fighter that Pit would be up against: the princess of tengu.

"Hmm~" Nyotengu covered the bottom half of her face with her fan as she sized her opponents up. Her gaze traced the bright white of Pit's wings at the same time that his was taking in her dark feathers. A twinkle formed in the princess' eye as she spread her wings out dramatically and raised her fan to point at Pit.

"Have I been misled?" She said, lolling her head to one side to look at one particular group of tengu, who all seemed to pale under her stare. "I'd been told one of my own had grown impudent and was planning to challenge me. Ah, I was looking forward to pitting two Tengu-do styles against each other... but this is no tengu, he's a tenshi."

She relaxed her posture, turning back to Pit as he huffed and said, "actually, I'm an angel!"

"That's what she said," Kanna responded with a roll of her eyes.

Nyotengu glanced Ashrah's way and smiled. "And a lesser oni too! Aren't you happy, Kanna?"

"Don't just lump us together!!"

Though Pit looked up at Ashrah, the demoness did not seem to take offense at the remark. She hardly acknowledged either opponent at all, her face a stone slate and her hand wrapped tight around the hilt of her blade. It was hard to tell if the comment was meant as a provocation in the first place, especially because Nyotengu clearly didn't care about getting a reaction. She simply looked out over the arena as if seeing it for the first time, and when she looked back at Pit and Ashrah it was with a sharper smile and a hint of eagerness.

"No matter, this match up will be good too. You'll entertain me, won't you~?" She batted her eyeslashes at the angel. "And perhaps join me for my victory dip in these springs afterward~"

As far as smack talk went it was pretty light. Pit was about to point out that falling into the water was probably going to count as a ring out, but thinking about it, as long as it was after the match was over...

"That sounds great! I'd like that!"

Ashrah blinked down at Pit, her tension completely broken by the comment she hadn't expected. "Really?"

"Yeah! Feels like forever since I've last been in one!" he said. Then his smile turned to a grin as he looked back at their opponents. "You can use it to cool down after we beat you!"

"It's a HOT spring!" Kanna shouted, stamping one foot.

Further banter would have to wait as the tell tale sign of the match's start, the golden wind of the Heavenly Principles, began to materialize and twist though the air. The kameos for each fighter cleared the area, waiting on the edges for their cue. Pit and Nyotengu squared off, the former summoning his bow to his hand.

"Let's do this!"

"Show me a good time~!"

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Nika had folded his arms tightly against himself while the various discussions went on between everyone gathered. He had thoughts; about the troubles of the North that Sieg had brought up, the cover that the mysterious ladies laid out for Brig (which Nika was in the minority of taking at face value), and everything else. But these thoughts he kept to himself for now. Later, once he sorted them out a little, he might discuss them with Brig - but at the moment what he thought was hardly helpful or important. They just had to focus on what was in front of them until they made more progress.

What he did comment on was that every one of the people that had jumped into the fight expressed their intent to travel together with them. The size of their band had practically doubled now, and though it was hard to say how loyal these newcomers would be without the same coin the mercenaries were being paid, it was heartening to have more allies. That fiery red head even knelt before the lady of the North, which did bring a little smile to the pact knight's face.

"Nice t'have you all along," Nika said. "It'll be good to have a cook with us, an' a doctor."

He shot Soren a meaningful look, as though things had started off and still remained tense between him and the rest of the group (even Nika himself was still thrown by Soren's earlier request), it really was invaluable to have a man of his profession around.

With the corpses stripped of their possessions and some of their mysteries, and the consensus being that they should be buried after all, Nika assisted with the disposal just as he said he would. Many hands made light work after all, and the sooner the group was back on the road the better. Of course he kept an ear out as he worked for any sign of trouble that might approach but thankfully did not happen.

Once the dead were taken care of, what remained was the living... which included the man they'd all taken to mentally referring to as Goldtooth.

Goldtooth remained unconscious throughout the chattering above and around where he laid in the snow, dragged back to the group by Nika a little earlier. He still didn't wake when the digging began nor when the burying was complete. Nika knelt down next to him, peeling one of the man's eyelids up to check the pupil. He'd seen instances of men struck so hard that their souls departed prematurely from their bodies, which never caught up to the fact their owners should be dead. Normally it was brought on by blows to the head, but with a punch like Goldtooth had suffered, it was possible the man had suffered something similar. However, his eyes twitched at the sudden light, and his heart beat and his lungs pulled breath.

Surely it would just be a matter of time until Goldtooth woke up, so after a moment Nika hefted the man over his shoulder and unceremoniously dumped him into the cart rigged up to Nakki. Besides the two swords that he'd had, a quick frisk revealed another pouch of platinum coins and a smooth, green stone, though whether it was just a valuable he'd been paid or intended as part of some ritual Nika didn't know. He promptly turned both over to Brigitte who could dole them out or keep them as she saw fit.

The pact knight then fetched some rope from their supplies and bound the unconscious man's hands together at the wrist, and his feet at the ankle, so there was little chance of him going anywhere once he roused. Thankfully his magic didn't seem suited for escape attempts, as far as Nika could tell.

"Dunno when this one'll be rejoinin' us in the wakin' world, but once he does one of you c'n take a crack at 'im," Nika said, giving the bald head a few taps before rounding the cart. He was neither cruel nor clever enough to handle leading interrogations, though he'd be present when it happened.

By the time everything was said and done, the horses were rounded up (along with the three remaining that the imposter knights had rode in on) and the group was ready to go again. Nika clapped his hands together once. "Alright, let's get a move on!"

World of Light: the Endless Now (The Ultimate Videogame Crossover)

Power Stone Games: Ōedo

Friday Morning
Location: Esaka's Mid-Tier, Forbidden Kingdom
Word Count: 2830 (+3 exp)

Therion - Level: 10 - Total EXP: 394/100
Bowser Jr: Level 15 EXP: //////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////(340/150)
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Therion wasn't terribly surprised that the Power Stone games were going to involve fighting. That was pretty much all the citizens of this city were into after all, even if he had been sort of hoping for something else. The combination of the man in red's droning accent and the thief's disinterest in competing in a fighting game himself made Therion's eyes start to glaze over with indifference. He probably wasn't going to be all that good at this, especially compared to the tiny powerhouses of Junior, Rika, and Yayama (who'd also shown up) and professional fighter Juri, but he was already here. One round wouldn't kill him. Hopefully.

After getting the gist of the goal from Edward Falcon, and noting that their group had actually been name dropped which meant that they really had no semblance of keeping a low profile left, Therion turned to saunter deeper into the amusement park. With the Seekers there were just over sixteen people playing, so he assumed there would be four concurrent Power Stone matches going on that the audience could watch. He was sure that the organizers were hoping more people would jump in to participate once things got underway, so a fifth match wasn't out of the question. The odd man would probably be the 'unofficial head of operations' if Therion had to guess. It actually didn't occur to him that it could have been him instead, if he'd just volunteered to sit the first round out.

'Find yourself a stage' had been one of the directions, and out of all of the ones Therion passed, the area that he chose was like a town in miniature. It had the same aesthetics as Esaka and its surrounding villages did, complete with small rustic houses, cobblestone flooring, water wheels, and a torii gate all set before the backdrop of a man made waterfall and pleasant looking autumn foliage. The sign that stood at the entrance declared the stage's name: Ōedo.

It was good enough, Therion thought. It was neither the most boring choice nor the weirdest one, but even so it did little to inspire much enthusiasm in the thief. In fact, now that he stood in the center of Ōedo and the surroundings were really sinking in, Therion felt some kind of nervous tingle ripple down his back. After a brief and subtle shudder he pushed whatever it was to the back of his mind, because it was now a little late to swap stages. The other people that were to be his opponents in this free-for-all had begun to arrive.

”Hey Theon! You done spacing out?” Came a shout from Jr, the little prince waving at him from beneath the Torii gate, his Mimikyu Mimi mimicking the action from where she was sitting atop his noggin.

"It's Therion," the thief pointed out. He might have been annoyed at the prince getting his name wrong if he didn't think the kid, in true child-like fashion, just genuinely didn't pay much attention to things that didn't interest him like an ally that mostly kept to himself. So no offense taken, really.

With a hint of a smirk Therion added, "and not yet. Just can’t imagine this will be much fun."

"Now that's where you're wrong!"

The upbeat, feminine voice appeared suddenly beside Junior, along with its owner who definitely had not been there a moment ago. The young woman, apparently more stealthy than her colorful outfit and personality implied, stood proudly under the torii gate while she beamed at the two Seekers and the mimikyu.

"It's a ton of fun, once you get the hang of it! It's more chaotic than the one on one tourney fights, but that's what makes it more interesting, right?"

She nodded her head to herself. Then, peering at Mimi she said, "I'm Ayame by the way, nice to meet you guys! Is this little buddy planning to fight too? Hmm, miiight need to get a ruling on if she'll count as an item assist or part of a duo..."

”I thought the guy said there wasn’t gonna be a bunch of regulations n rules n stuff about how we fight?” Jr said with a bit of a pout, before tilting his head to the side, thinking for a moment, and saying ”But, I mean, I guess in a casual smash bros fight pokeballs were items we could use so… we could always throw em into the mix as well if you wanna?”

“That works for me!” Ayame said. She glanced at Therion to see if it worked for him too, which surprised him a little but he just nodded. “Just gotta make sure everyone gets a fair start is all. After that, it's a free-for-all!”

As she spoke, the final contestant for this particular brawl wandered over: a little boy in a bright green cap and uniform, although on closer inspection he appeared to be a wooden puppet. “H-hey, guys!” he greeted the others in a shy voice, making what passed for a brave attempt and being friendly. Naturally he stood hunched-over, which made him appear even smaller than he really was.

“Hiya, Pete,” Ayame replied cheerfully. “Guess you're our fourth? Sweet! Guess we’re about ready to get this party started.”

Sure enough, the contestants were hailed by the sound of a new voice amplified by a megaphone. “Testing, testing! Ahem!” The voice belonged to a strange yellow humanoid atop a tall watchtower overlooking the area. Unlike the tournament matches, presided over by the enigmatic and magical Heavenly Principles, it seemed like the humble Power Stone Games would rely on an old-fashioned traditional announcer. “Hey there everyone, Biff here! Are you ready? Then prepare yourselves, ‘cause this hullabaloo’s kicking off in three, two, one…action!”

In an instant, Pete turned tail and ran up the wooden ramp behind him, toward the thatched house without a watermill. His goal seemed to be the treasure chest up on the roof. At the same time, Ayame went for one of the large crates scattered around the arena. Without an ounce of difficulty the ninja girl hoisted it over her head, winked at Therion, and called, “Think fast!” Then the crate hurtled his way.

Given she'd announced herself the thief didn't actually have to think very fast at all. He simply side stepped the incoming box, though not without a glance down at where it had smashed open to see if there had been anything inside it. As it turned out, there was: a colorful loudspeaker, with plastic lips and teeth around the business end which he scooped up. Perhaps since they were meant to promote these games he should have put some flair into the dodge, but at the moment he was sort of running on auto-pilot. His return fire was a little more interesting for the few spectators to watch as he kicked a nearby wooden bucket up into the air first before the follow up of a slow spin kick sent it flying at Ayame. Another bucket joined it soon after, the water it held sloshing out over the ground as it tumbled through the air at her. Ayame gave a sunny laugh at his inventive assault and cartwheeled out of the way.

With those two busy with each other, Jr also went for the treasure chest. Using his ferromancy to form a metal rod, making a run towards the house before ramming it into the base of the wall and leaping, attempting to pole-vault up onto the roof in order to either get to the chest first, or ram a flying tackle into Pete when he got up there.

Junior managed to reach the treasure chest first and blindside Pete with his shoulder barge. The young koopa prince might be the smaller of the two, but he was sturdy, and his shell packed a punch. With a yelp Pete flew off the roof and fell back to the main stage, where he sprawled with spirals in his eyes just long enough for Junior to pop open the chest and pull a big piece of candy from within, a striped green sphere visible on its yellow-dotted wrapper.

“Dang it!” Pete muttered. He picked himself up, adjusted his glasses, and spotted a crate not too far away. After a wary glance at Ayame and Therion, he turned and made a break for the box in the hopes of finding an item of his own.

”Huh? What’s the deal with this?” Jr asked, even as he unwrapped the candy, before tossing it into his mouth without a second thought. He chewed, noting it was ”Kinda rubbery” before exploding into colored spheres in a manner much like when someone used his painting portals.

After a moment, these re-coalesced into a large ball with the kid’s face on it. This teetered on the roof for a moment before tumbling off it. It hit the ground with a rubbery thonk, bounced twice, and then went rolling after poor Pete.

The prince, entirely aware and in control in this bizarre ball form, was gleefully delighted to use one of the Star Carnival’s powerups after having missed out on that particular Mario Party. He caught up to Pete just after he’d opened his crate and found a glittering orange power stone inside, and promptly rolled over both boy and box alike.

With that commotion going on behind them, Therion and Ayame's makeshift projectile duel continued. It was never going to last for long though as it was clear neither would land a hit on the other like that without really catching them off guard first. Though yet to be stirred by the game, Therion did put a little thought into his imminent approach. He was not well versed in hand-to-hand combat at all. Without the protection of the Heavenly Principles he initially assumed the people running this show didn't want their participants slicing each other up which would mean his blades were a no-go, but he had seen a couple of weapons among the gathered players...

He decided to play it safe and kept his daggers stowed away. He might not be enthusiastic about the game, but that didn't mean he was keen on losing it - especially on a technicality like breaking one of the very few rules (though if Ayame of Pete suddenly pulled out a hidden weapon then at least he'd know). Otherwise he did have the weird toothed device, which he put even less thought into using.

Therion broke into a sprint toward Ayame, his path a shallow arc that curved on her left to spook her into moving to her right. At which point he simply threw the speaker at her after flicking it on, unfamiliar with what it actually was. It had a mouth on one side, so maybe if he beaned her with it then it would latch on?

“Ow!” The megaphone bonked Ayame on the head, though it neither latched like Therion had hoped, nor seemed to do any significant damage. Since it was on, though, the megaphone activated and blasted out the giant letters O and W. Once she realized what had happened, the ninja girl grabbed the device with a grin and held it to her mouth. “YAHOOOOOOOOO!” she cried, and from the megaphone streamed a torrent of letters that hurtled toward Therion like machine gun bullets.

Needless to say that was about the last thing Therion expected to happen, and now he was much too close to be able to avoid the sudden onslaught of sound. Or not sound, since the word had physically manifested? Either way despite him making to stop and get out of the way, his scrambling was for naught as each letter slammed into him one after the other, including the punctuation at the end which was just mortifying.

"..." Therion peeked through the arms he'd managed to raise to hastily block the last couple of letters to see Ayame already with a big head start towards the closest item crate. Unlikely to be able to intercept her even with his speed he instead turned his attention elsewhere, backtracking to scale one of the water wheels and get a better view of the battlefield.

He found a conspicuous box one one of the paddles during his climb, though busting it open revealed a handful of gelatinous goop which was neither sticky nor slippery, so the thief doubted how useful it would be. He threw it anyway, aiming for the path just ahead of Ayame. The result was just as lackluster as he'd thought, as on impact the goop just made a copy of itself, and did not impede the kunoichi's progress at all. In fact she scooped them both up and tossed them back, which created a total of four of them now.

“Whoa-oa-oa-oa-!” After a few seconds of being rolled around by Junior in cartoon fashion, the prince reverted to his normal form and sent Pete sprawling. The power stone he’d grabbed just before getting flattened tumbled off toward the waterfall, stopping just shy of the edge. So far the puppet hadn’t had much luck, but this seemed to be where his fortunes changed. Another crate lay just in front of him, and after jumping on it, Pete snatched a baseball. “Here we go.” He wound up and hurled it at Junior. Rather than fall short, however, the baseball disappeared, then reappeared behind the koopa wreathed in blue flames to zoom toward his back.

The prince spun with a cry of ”Seen it!” before swinging a rapidly formed iron baseball bat at the ball. The smug look on the Jr’s face was blown away in much the same way as his bat as the raw iron was blasted through by the projectile. Metal shards showered the boy before he was slammed backwards towards Pete. The boy instinctively tucked his arms and legs into his shell as he flew, becoming a fairly dangerous projectile as a result.

Pete’s eyes widened. “Uh oh.” He jumped at the last second and tried to bounce off Junior’s shell, only for the spikes to poke his wooden feet. “Yowch!” As Junior’s shell began to bounce around the arena at a blistering pace, Pete dodged left and right in a panic. Finally, after a few frenetic seconds, Junior slid right into the goop thrown by Therion and Ayame. The koopa extended his limbs from his shell and immediately got an arm and a leg stuck. He then complained loudly as he tried to struggle free (”Oh come on! What’s this stuff!?”). To his surprise though the goop was easily flung off of him, and the pieces that had been stuck instead bounced along the ground where they'd landed and split once more.

Meanwhile, Pete not only managed to grab the power stone he’d dropped before, but find a second hidden behind a bunch of bamboo. Across the arena, Ayame noticed the gems floating over Pete’s head and changed focus, taking aim with her megaphone as she inhaled as deep as she could. Things would only get more chaotic from here as she shouted with all of her might, producing a cluster of large letters that sped towards Pete. H, O, L, and D slammed into the ground around the puppet boy, Pete himself skidding to a stop just before being struck by them. He turned heel and rushed back the other way as I, T, and ! chased after him, which put him in Therion's line of sight.

Until that moment, Therion hadn't seen any of the Power Stones that the game was named for - but he could instantly tell that the stones hovering around Pete must be them. What was it that Falcon guy had said earlier? Get three of them and transform into something powerful? The kid was one away and was likely looking for the last one, and since that was the case...

Therion leapt from his high spot and landed on the cobblestone, kicking one of the goop globs away as he made a beeline towards Pete. That made seven little green goo balls scattered all around the arena once that one duplicated itself. The goop had been subtly pulsing since the first time being thrown, and with each passing second they were growing more unstable, though the game's participants hadn't noticed. And it was at about that time that all of them broke down completely.

And exploded.

Throughout the Ōedo stage the various goops spontaneously ignited and created bright explosions in a chain reaction that caught all four players up in them. Ayame, Junior, Therion, and Pete were all engulfed in greenish light before being sent flying. The Power Stones Pete had collected were knocked out of him again, blasted up into the air before they clinked down in the mini town's center. It was something like an equalizer event, and whoever was fastest to recover would have an advantage going into the later half of this game.

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