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

Power Stone Games: Intermission

Rika, Bowser Jr., Therion, & Yayama Yama
Word Count: 1382 (+3 EXP)

”Best. Tournament. Ever.” Rika quietly declared as she put the finishing touches to a cup of everything juice which, naturally, had every single drink option on offer mixed into it.

Her brother (who turned down an offered sip of the concoction) was just happy she was enjoying herself despite the earlier nerves and apparent poor showing in her matches. His pokemon too, were enjoying themselves, having shown up in other match’s item pools and now chowing down on a light bit of snackage.

He was having a good time too (and not just because he’d done very well for himself thanks to having a bunch of experience in this kind of whacky item fueled combat) agreeing that ”Yeah! Way better than those stuffy ones the four kings are running for sure!”

From where he was sitting at the next table over, Therion surprisingly agreed. "The randomness and total lack of decorum was pretty interesting, I guess."

The thief was glad to retreat to the covered area as soon as Junior took the win in their game, squeezing water out of the fur of his tail and then tucking a handful of packaged snacks away before settling in to actually eat any remaining at the table. From this central spot they could see some of the next round of games already beginning with groups of four taking their turn in the chaos. It hadn't been that bad participating, but right now Therion definitely preferred to be a spectator.

He snagged a carrot from a veggie platter, but when it looked back at him with a pair of eyes he found it less appetizing. Still he pinched the leaves between his fingers and dangled it idly as he thought about eating it anyway. Now that the Seekers' games were over and they were waiting for their next turn, Therion realized he was with the munchkins again like he'd been the day before (not a bad thing, and there were only so many of them not embroiled in the officially sanctioned tournaments after all). Compared to chasing down and fighting the robot convoy with the three of them, of course goofing off like this was a lot more enjoyable.

"You guys do this kind of thing a lot?" Therion asked. Junior had definitely seemed to be in his element, but since hearing Yayama had emerged victorious in the other game maybe the short woman had some experience too.

“Not exactly like this, no, but the Gold Saucer has its fair share of nonsense,” the lalafell replied. “That, and the odd primal with a sense of humor, or lack of sense of normalcy. Dealing with fae nonsense isn’t too far off of beers that make you explode or what have you.”

”We have all sorts of stuff like this back home. Not just fighting, but go-karting, tennis, basketball, soccer, the whole works all spiced up with crazy cool gimmicks!” Jr replied in turn, before turning to Rika and saying that ”It’s gonna be so fun to have you there for it all!” getting a smile from his adoptive sister.

”So does your world not have this kinda stuff going on? Because you're totally missing out if so” Jr then asked Therion.

At some point the whole group of Seekers were going to have to learn that proper nouns and the like meant very little to their friends from other worlds, but Therion had spent enough time in this world and with these people that he could parse Yayama's words pretty easily, and Junior's even more so. Though some of the things the koopa listed were terms he hadn't heard before, he could tell they were all games or sports just from the context (and from semi-recently learning what a go-kart was).

The thief leaned back in his chair and let out a short, impressed whistle. "Tennis, huh? I guess you are a prince..."

He shrugged lightly before actually answering the boy's question, unconcerned whether he was 'missing out' or not.

"Nothing we've got on Orsterra is as crazy as this stuff," Therion said. "But if you're rich you get a lot more entertainment. Fancy games, knights to compete for you, plays and opera... us peasants get by with kick ball and tavern dancers."

He spoke casually, just stating facts. Although he did tilt his head slightly when he thought about the Seekers actually having a surprising amount of nobility among them, considering that in Therion's experience those types would rather hire someone to do the adventuring for them than risk it themselves.

"Once we get out of here," he began, his tone just a touch distant to imply that 'here' was more than just Esaka, "you'll be back in the lap of luxury. Make sure you take that for all it's worth, Rika."

Rika nodded earnestly in response, while Jr felt a slight need to defend his papa’s love for his people but didn't really know how to go about that.

It was hard to tell when Therion was joking around in the best of times, and now was no exception. He glanced at Yayama.

"...you too, right? I mean, Gold Saucer sounds pretty... extravagant." And like a place he may enjoy visiting if it was anything like what he was picturing.

“Well, it might be the lap of luxury if there isn’t yet another world-threatening calamity in a year’s time or so. Though that, believe it or not, has little to do with my noble heritage, if that’s what you’re implying. The Gold Saucer is more or less free, too. Godbert Manderville is. . . eccentric, I’ll say, but a good man, and runs the place surprisingly squeaky-clean for a mega-casino.” She shrugged. “It’s not quite my thing. Too noisy. Quiet’s the main thing in short supply these days.” Her expression fell a bit as she realized she was talking about how things were, not how they are. “Or. You know what I mean.”

Having finally, sort of, gotten his words in order, Jr piped up to add ”Yeah it sounds like a your place problem. Buncha minions get in on the sports stuff. I mean. It's always the big names coz we’re just the best but, like, ok, take tennis. Right. When tennis season comes around eeeveryone is in on it. It’s like, tennis fever gripping the land. Everyone's playing it, or watching it, or even solving totally unrelated problems with tennis, its crazy!”

Therion blinked in surprise at the both of them. Out of all of that information the thing he was least surprised about was getting Yayama's nobility right. A mega-casino open to the public -at no cost at that- sounded like a recipe for disaster despite her words about it, regardless of whatever realm-endangering catastrophes went on or not. And as for the whole of the Koopa's kingdom being gripped by whatever sport was currently in fashion?

"...pfft." The thief laughed behind his teeth, his tail flicking up and down at the tip. Out of everything new he'd experienced in this crazy world, he could still scarcely imagine the scene that Junior was describing.

"Must be nice," he said shortly after, though whether it was a genuine statement of the facetious remark of a self-proclaimed lower class citizen in his own ‘problem’ world no one could tell. "Besides the calamity thing."

Finally he snapped the carrot he'd been holding, and when no scream of pain or even wince of the eyes on it happened he felt better about popping part of it into his mouth and crunching down. "Maybe the next weird mini game thing we get roped into will be something like that instead."

At that moment the voice of Biff the announcer resounded through Power Stone Park. “Ladies and gentlemen, I hope you’ve enjoyed your break, because we’ve got all our new contestants signed up and ready for some fun! If you’re not out of juice just yet, find your way to a new stage, and get ready to rumble!”

”I am full of juice” Rika, who was indeed full of every kind of juice on offer, declared as she got to her feet, raring to take another stab at these silly games, unaware of the fact that the party were in the midst of being crashed by G-Corp.

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

_{Friday Morning}
Word Count: 633 (+1 exp)
Level: 11 - Total EXP: 337/110
Location: Esaka, the Forbidden Kingdom
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Despite her often acute insight and empathic ability to read into people, Primrose was not actually clairvoyant. Far from it, in fact. Besides a sparing glance at the various groups of spectators around the area she largely ignored the audiences of the various matches, and thus had no idea that two of she and Big Band's fellow Seekers were close by. Not that she would have enlisted their help and made the two-man investigation team any bigger anyway.

After trailing along the perimeter and eventually finding the end result of a Loser's fight that they'd been looking for, Primrose observed quietly as the arena was tidied up. Her gaze followed the glowing mote of light as it lingered above the tinted waters for a moment before sinking, at which point the actual detective beside her spoke up.

She recognized the friendly joke for what it was but still replied, "You're giving me too much credit, I've yet to deduce a thing. That's what we've got you for~"

If she had been a better investigator she wouldn't have spent ten years in the hell hole that was Sunshade. She let that thought pass and focused her attention back on the water. There was no use in brooding on the past right now, and though she was not a detective by any stretch she wasn't going to dump all the work on Big Band after dragging him down here with her.

The dancer crouched by the edge to get a little bit of a better look. "Honestly, I'd rather not dive in either. It's clear enough for now, though... we may be able to see something."

She softened her voice once more just in case, so that it would reach Big Band from where she knelt but not much further.

"Since learning about the Flame Clocks and the reincarnation, I'd always been a little curious. As I understand it, the clocks are fueled by strife and filled by the lives it claims, which Moebius uses to... keep themselves empower, or something to that effect. It stands to reason it must use spirits in some part of this process, I think. So here in Esaka where the life cycle of a spirit comes and goes so quickly, is the clock rapidly emptying and filling?"

She had started to ramble a little. No one knew where Esaka's clock was or they would have mentioned it, and even with all of her wandering she hadn't seen it. Hadn't even asked around about it lest the Consul that was already here in the city caught wind of someone looking into it. So the next thing that Primrose could think of was to follow the trail left by the spirits. They had to go somewhere after sinking in the Pools, right? If they simply dissolved and led no where she would feel a bit foolish, but at least she'd know she was on the wrong track.

"I thought that perhaps if we knew more about the process we could find something to exploit, since destroying them outright seems impossible. And here seems as good a place to look as any, given the sped up time frame."

Primrose stood up after a few moments, placing a hand on her hip. Her eyes were still searching the bottom of the pool. There were other things on her mind as well, like the possibility of learning how to manipulate spirits in ways other than what the Seekers had been doing so far. If maybe she could learn to call them back like the little old bug in Dirtmouth, or bring them entirely back into being ahead of schedule, if only she could see the process in action.

"...though I've heard that detective work is a lot of waiting," she said with a small chuckle.

Symphony of Madness: Beach Trip

Roland

Roland Huang
Max MP: 50 | Current MP: 50
Casting: --

Gear:
Googles (active: Illusion Begone), Pistol (4/4 shots), Medical Supplies (4/4 uses), Cash

Leveraging: --

While Jack scanned the beach, she continued to keep her ears open to the conversations going on around her. The explanation of the cartoon physics that now ruled over Pax, the fact that the magic wasn't exactly automatic and some part of it had to be directly enforced by Dan, the spell demonstration from the spider, the continued cooperation of GEMINI and Maverick...

Wait, what?

Jack blinked and turned her head sharply in the direction of Iris and Ashley. Alright, she knew she'd been out of the loop in the city for a while and was lagging behind in general information surrounding this event and those that directly preceded it (she certainly hadn't had anything close to a clear picture when she'd decided to enter the city), but the two long time rival factions working together was something she'd never have expected. It was almost more surprising to her than the whole forced beach thing. Scratch that, it actually was more surprising. 'The enemy of my enemy is my friend' and all that, but seriously?

"GEMINI and Maverick, working together, for real?" she said, one incredulous laugh bubbling up alongside the words. "I guess since you can't kill each other right now there's nothing for it, huh? Damn."

Her tone dipped just slightly at the end, as if the notion was a shame. Jack briefly wondered what Pax's political esper landscape looked like now, if this wasn't even the first time the two factions had worked together. Were freelancers getting less work, without the two groups having to tip-toe around each other?

Well it hardly mattered right now anyway, Jack guessed. And she was never one to think in depth about those kind of topics for long anyway. If she was, her thought process was interrupted at that point by another beach ball colliding with Jack's head, this time unintentionally on the golden eyed esper's part. It pinged off the side of her temple and flew up, drawing her attention back towards Bionca and the girl with the draconic horns. Her gaze lingered briefly on Rika eyes squinted behind the lens of her sunglasses.

"...didn't count!" she then said, very maturely. Her eyes dropped to the box of balls, the only spot that had displayed any reaction to the anti-illusion filter. Whatever was in there, it was still pretty obscured by the beach balls. Just how many were in there?!

"Hey, clear that thing out would you?" he called to Rika and Bionca, pointing at the crate. "Chuck 'em all, really get this party started!"

She was already making her way over while she said that, happy to wage some beach ball-related war, take over the makeshift fort, and upend the box herself if she had to.

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

_{Friday Morning}
Word Count: 2187 (+3 exp)
Level: 8 - Total EXP: 357/80
Location: Esaka's Pools Tier, the Forbidden Kingdom

ROUND ONE: FIGHT!

Pit's opener was not any different from his last two matches. He was quick to pull his bow up and the string back, the sparkle of light forming between his fingertips and stretching out with the motion. Across the stone arena he could clearly see Nyotengu unfold herself to take on her fighting stance, a deceptively open posture with her feet wide apart, one arm lifted gracefully over her head and the other pushed out in front of her with her fan held flat side facing the angel. She was slow with the movement, he thought. She wouldn't know what hit her.

That was the plan, at least. Instead there was a deafening crack of thunder that echoed throughout the area, the sound bouncing off the rocky walls, and then suddenly there was a head of horns and auburn hair in Pit's face.

"I am the sexy and amazing Mighty Thunder, Kanna! I'm not losing to you or Nyotengu!" The oni cried out as she slammed both of her fists into the angel's chest at the same time. The light arrow evaporated as Pit's breath was forced out of his lungs and he went flying. Kanna's small frame belied her sheer strength, and it was good thing she hadn't aimed to throw Pit out of bounds and into the water because he would have already lost the round if she had. Pit hit the ground on the far side of the stage and bounced a couple times before the wall caught him. He shoved himself back onto his feet amid a fit of coughs.

"A-aren't you on the same side?!"

"A temporary alliance!" Kanna called back to Pit even as she leapt away from the stage and landed back on the outskirts on Nyotengu's side. Or rather the side the yokai princess had just been on - she was intent on keeping up Kanna's initiative and had advanced after her kameo partner, sleek, dark wings bringing her down towards Pit with a heavy two-legged stomp. The angel rolled to his right to avoid it, but it wasn't far enough to dodge the kick Nyotengu pivoted into. Her geta caught him on the chin as he popped back up. He reeled for a moment, muscles tense with the expectation of the tengu's follow up attacks - which did not come.

Pit raised his guard as soon as he recovered, squinting his eyes suspiciously at Nyotengu. The woman was idly fanning herself as she looked down at him. "Don't be shy, now~"

Her posture was back to being loose and casual save for her wings; Pit could read her real mood in those feathered limbs alone. They were spread wide at either side of her, her flight feathers splayed out and curled just slightly in towards her. Come at me already! they said. An invitation. Was she seriously taunting him right now?

"Haha...!" It definitely worked to get Pit pumped up again after being put so thoroughly on the back foot. He held his bow in front of him and made a show of disconnecting the two halves, spinning the dual blades in his hands before snapping them into their mirrored forward and reverse grips. "I hope that's not all you got!"

Nyotengu's eyes twinkled as she took her stance once more.

A fighting aficionado through and through, came Palutena's voice in her angel's head. The Princess of Tengu... a rare female of their species. She is proud and vicious, and a lot stronger than she looks.

Yeah, I could tell - her partner too!

Oni are renowned for their super power. Don't let either of them get anymore clean hits in or even you will be walking out of here with worse than just bruises! Both Nyotengu and Kanna are more than a thousand years old—Whoa, that's older than me!—and have plenty of fighting experience. They're going to be tough opponents. Watch out for Nyotengu's wind in particular!

Got it!

Her mastery of wind was something that Sareena had warned he and Ashrah about as well. If they could bait that power out it would give Pit and his partner the chance to test their information out.

Pit rushed forward with his blades at the ready, not disappointed when Nyotengu stepped in to meet his charge. She parried his first slash with her fan, and the second with a spin that slammed her outer forearm against Pit's inner to throw off his course. She pressed but the angel moved with her direction, a counter spin that connected a high lateral slash that ripped across Nyotengu's collarbone. Pit continued with another, lower swipe the opposite way with his other sword across her torso, though his opponent didn't miss a beat as she raised her free hand and brought her fist down in a hammer-like strike to disrupt Pit's flow. He caught it with the flat of his blade, though the impact was solid enough to send a ripple from the weapon out through the tips of his feathers. A positively wicked smile came over Nyotengu's face when she noticed the angel's shudder, and she drew back her fist for another go.

Their close quarters scuffle was intense, though it was mostly glancing blows from the start. Pit's twin swords were swift and could bite deep, but Nyotengu doggedly parried what she could and powered through the rest that made contact. On the flip side, the yokai princess struck with heavy yet graceful movements, making the timing tricky to see which made Pit slower to dodge or deflect them than he otherwise would be. As their dance continued though, it began to look like Pit would gain the upper hand. He, too, was tougher and packed more of a punch than his looks suggested, and on top of that he was faster than his opponent. His slashes became sharper, cut deeper, and when the audience of the princess' followers realized it they began to jeer.

Hearing their cries Nyotengu smirked, striking with a knee that forced Pit backward a little. Balancing on the one leg while keeping the other raised she leaned away, preparing a forceful attack with a wind up not unlike the movements of a kabuki actor.

Too late, though. "Not so fast!" Pit busted out the Upperdash Arm suddenly to get the quicker advantage, slamming the weapon into Nyotengu and sending her careening past the hot springs and towards the water that flowed through the Pools in general. She wasn't even close to landing in the drink when she spread her wings and righted herself, getting up higher with a few flaps. She stayed in the airborne for a few moments, pushing strands of hair that had come loose out of her face and looking down at Pit with a hint of amusement.

I won't be able to ring her out. It had been his preference the last two matches, but he could tell her wings were stronger than Omen's; forcing a fight in the air to dunk her wouldn't work. So instead Pit hopped backwards, giving the tengu plenty of space to land back on the stage. He lifted one sword and pointed it at her with a grin. "You're not done yet, are you? Come on!"

"So forward!" Nyotengu laughed. She spun upward, then at the apex of her movement she beat her wings hard and shot at Pit like a falling star. Or maybe more like a wrecking ball, given she had more power than speed. "Try to keep up!"

She slammed into the ground feet first, cracking the stone beneath her geta. The bells attached to her footwear rung erratically, but they did not toll Pit's defeat. He'd jumped out of the way and hung loosely in the air himself to avoid any potential shock waves before darting in with a stab from his reversed blade. The sword brushed Nyotengu's side with a shallow cut as she moved to dodge - and it was then for the first time in this match that Pit signaled his partner.

It was a subtle movement of his wing, something that might have gone unnoticed by most people. Nyotengu, however, bearing wings herself was attentive to those of her opponent's. She read the beckoning motion and twisted, swinging her fan out behind her. Following it was a heavy gust of wind that was powerful enough to sweep Ashrah away before her surprise attack connected. This was it! Her wind! Based on Sareena's warnings there was a brief window of time after that power that they could exploit, and Pit wasn't going to let it pass by.

He lunged, landing a cross slash with the two swords that finally drew a reaction from the woman. She let out a shrill little noise of pain and spun around again, swinging her arm in an attempt to clothesline the angel. He ducked under her fist and got a clear look at her face - she was delighted.

She was also preparing to sweep Pit's legs out from under him. This close they could get into another furious exchange, but Pit took the chance to go for a grab. He pressed the bow halves together and took hold of Nyotengu at the waist, forcing her to the ground and raising the blade to finish the move.

"Ah ah ah~!"

Nyotengu playfully chastised his choice, wrapping her legs around Pit and using her mastery of the formidable Tengu-do style to expertly swap their positions. Pit yelped as he found his own back pressed to the stone floor. The tables were turned and Nyotengu sat straddled above him, her empty hand lifted high into the air. She brought it down with a crack against Pit's face - and then again, back hand this time. Then again.

"Heeeeey! Let me have a go!" Kanna shouted from the side lines, but her partner just laughed at her.

"Not a chance! I'm enjoying this!"

Pit did not remain dazed for long. Spurred on by a dreadful feeling of deja vu he bucked, putting Nyotengu off balance, and then surged up to slam his head into hers. She reeled back with a grunt, just enough for Pit to shift and kick her off. He rolled to his feet as Nyotengu took to the air, breathing hard to catch his breath.

"Pit!" Ashrah called, and he glanced her way to catch her gaze. He gave her small nod and looked back at Nyotengu. "I'm not finished yet either!"

"Good!" the princess said. She brought her fan up, swirling it around below her and then raising it in a swift, sharp motion. A gale blew up from the ground, sweeping Pit up into the air to join her. "Let's play up here then! We should have done this from the start."

They locked proverbial horns just below the height of the high ceiling, their flurry less intense than the one they'd had on the ground as they flitted around each other using the extra dimension that flight provided them. Of course one couldn't truly fly, but he paid no mind to that as he swiped out with the bow blade at Nyotengu.

"No one's gonna beat me in an air battle!"

"I wouldn't be so sure of that...!"

Nyotengu actually was the superior fighter in the air, though Pit held his own until the stamina in his wings ran out, a mild shock of pain like a cramp shooting through the muscle in one of them as he fell like a stone from the air. Nyotengu's next attack whiffed so unexpectedly that she couldn't keep the look of bewilderment from her face. It was the first time during the round that she was wide open - and Pit would have been a poor excuse for a fighter himself if he let that go unpunished.

He couldn't reach her directly anymore, but the great thing about using a bow was that he never needed to be up close to take out his opponents. In almost an instant his bow was aimed and a light arrow was charging power as he fell. It hit peak strength before Pit hit the ground, striking Nyotengu in the center of her chest. She flinched from the power shot, in danger of falling out of the air herself. Which was when Pit called in his back up to make sure she did. "Ashrah!"

The demon leapt as soon as Pit opened his mouth, her sword striking true this time. Nyotengu hurtled towards the ground as Pit got to his feet. He spun his bow to generate more force and then met Nyotengu with the blade, a final strike that used the yokai's falling speed as part of its own power. The slash connected and Nyotengu was thrown to the ground, her energy depleted and consciousness drifting in and out.

Pit, who'd been holding his breath, let it all out at once with a big whoosh of a sigh. He glanced over at the Heavenly Principles' timer above them in the center of the stage; there had only been a few seconds left in the round. That was a close one.

ROUND ONE: PIT WINS