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« on: 25 July, 2008, 07:39:40 pm »

The following is exactly as the title describes; this story serves as a reason for stylized violence to take place. It is also cut up and out of order, similar to the way Pulp Fiction is set up; something may not make sense to you at first (the way some characters act, or fight; why they are fighting, etc.). But, all will be explained in due time.

Maybe. In the meantime, enjoy.



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There wasn't much time left.

Actually, to be more precise, there was no time at all. Mario looked at the camera's blinking light and tried to get everyone to huddle together; their numbers had grown so much in such a short time. All of them were smiling; laughing at the thought that they might all fit in the picture.

The camera flashes. It was ironic, thought Mario that this, the most joyous of photos, would end up becoming the checklist for each and every one of his friends' demise. They would be turned against one another, have their desires manipulated and their lives destroyed. Their deaths were coming soon.

And each one would be by his hand.
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« Reply #1 on: 25 July, 2008, 07:56:12 pm »

Thank you; there won't be any **** in this one though.....
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« Reply #2 on: 25 July, 2008, 07:59:21 pm »

Diddy looks down at Bowser's dead body. He slowly pulls out his dual pistols; they suddenly feel heavier to him now than ever before. He ignores the tear rolling down his face as he runs off into the sunrise.


Miles away, on a stretch of road, Wario grips the handle bars to his motorcycle. A fair distance down the way, Fox sits in his Landmaster, cockily waiting for Wario to make a move.

Wario stares at the tank as if he were staring directly into Fox's eyes. The Landmaster's camera allows Fox to zoom in on Wario's face, and even though Fox knows he can't see him, he feels his steely gaze.

Wario guns it. Fox fires the main cannon. The heat from the blast sears his helmet and jacket; Wario continues to hurtle toward almost certain death.

Fox chuckles; shouldn't this fool know that if Meta Knight was defeated by this ship that he would never stand a chance? Fox readies another shot; Wario has closed the gap considerably.

Samus Watches from afar, hoping that her idea will in fact work.....

Wario is mere feet from the Landmaster. Fox yells as he fires the cannon directly at Wario at the same time Wario axel-turns sharply to the right causing the motorcycle to skid along on its side. The cannon blast singes his mustache and blows up the remains of Fox's crashed Arwing in the distance. The bike continues to slide towards the Landmaster.

Wario rolls to a halt on the ground, he looks up. The box of Smart Bombs that Samus had tethered to the end of his motorcycle slides right beneath the Landmaster; Fox's instruments tell him that there is danger in close proximity all too late. Wario rushes away from the tank. The bombs detonate. Wario is sent flying forward as the Landmaster flips into the air and explodes.

Wario gets up gingerly; his clothes burned in various places and a bit of blood trickling down his face from the duel with Bowser earlier. Samus slowly walks out from behind some rubble. She takes her helmet off to reveal her tear-stained face. She brings her lips to his and kisses him passionately.

She then backs off and removes the rest of her armor.
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« Reply #3 on: 25 July, 2008, 08:00:01 pm »

Any sadistic violence?

Nah, just the action-packed kind.
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« Reply #4 on: 25 July, 2008, 08:07:16 pm »

Lol, yeah...


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Link has just made his way through all of Ike's soldiers. He pulls his sword out of his last foe's skull. Ike smirks, but only for a moment; there is work to be done. New Pork City was going to be his. It was ironic how this battle should end in the movie theater in which they spent time so much time in before. An faint aura emanates from the mercenary; the theater has somehow become darker than earlier.

As blood trickles down Link's forehead, he draws his bow; the pain of one of the soldier's lucky blows affects his vision only slightly, he could easily make the shot if it were not for the fact that Ike was an ally until just recently. Link takes the shot; the light from the movie screen makes arrow head shine brighter than it should have.

Ike already has his blade's hilt up in front of his face blocking the arrow effortlessly. The deflected arrow flips into the air. In three steps Ike is at Link, already swinging his golden sword at Link's head.

Link ducks and spins throwing his bow aside in the process while simultaneously pulling out his hookshot in his right hand and his sword in his left. Ike uses the momentum of his first swing and carries it into his next. Their blades spark against each other in the thick darkness of the theater. The arrow hits the floor.

They each trade blows, only for the other to dodge swiftly. Link recoils from blocking one of Ike's powerful blows; he returns the favor by slashing downward. Ike parries the blow, but loses his grip on his sword in the process. He manages to catch it backwards and smashes the hilt into Link's chest sending him sliding backwards to one side of the movie screen.

Knowing there's no chance of getting through Ike's defenses in his current position, Link fires the hookshot at the theater's ceiling; pulling him upwards swiftly. Ike already has tossed his sword up and as it stays suspended in the air for what seems like an eternity but is, in actuality, the shortest of seconds, he leaps up after it grabbing it by the hilt and meeting a surprised Link in midair.

The blow is one of deep-seated anger being released; Link manages to block it, not doing much good. He is sent flying diagonally downwards into the theater seats; they are wrenched from their bindings to the floor and are thrown everywhere. Ike lands satisfied.

Link gets up with great effort, his sword nowhere to be seen, stumbles in front of the theater doors; he looks up at Ike silhouetted against the giant silver screen as he takes out his shield. First slowly stepping over his dead soldiers' bodies, Ike then rushes Link and swings. Link blocks the blow and is sent crashing through the doors out into the heavy rain.

His travel though the theater seats and the wound on his head become more evident to Link as the rain pounds down around him. He tried to seek revenge for what Ike did to Ness while keeping his own life. It was time for a change in plans. The billboard-buildings tower above him.

Ike calmly steps through the rain to get to Link. Standing over him, Ike points his blade at him. Link's shield is covering his chest as he gasps for air. Ike smiles at Link's weak state; he would finally end this. He kicks the shield away.

Underneath is a Bob-omb whose lit fuse disappears into its body. Ike's jaw drops as his eyes meet Link's. Despite the pain, Link grins.

The explosion temporarily renders the night-vision on Peach's Super Scope useless; she puts it away for the time being. From up atop a nearby building, she takes out her phone and dials Mario's number to inform him of the good news.
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« Reply #5 on: 27 July, 2008, 05:17:52 pm »

Diddy was before the entrance to the stadium; if there was information as to the whereabouts of Bowser's killer, he was going to find it and this informant was going to help. The anonymous letter back in his Rumble Falls place gave cryptic instructions, but that was to be expected. He was to bring 10,000 coins in exchange for information. If they tried to cut some other kind of deal, they'd have more to worry about then just death; all of what would lead up to that death would take quite some time.....

At this time of night, no battles were going to be held which was favorable. The darkened arena and seats were still open to the moonlight coming in though the glass roof which allowed Diddy to notice the walkway to the combat-platform was already extended. The informant no doubt wanted him to wait out in the open. His pistols were his only comfort for the time being; that's all he needed. He was holding the suitcase, but he was more than ready to reach for his weapons. Maybe a little incentive to kill.

Diddy walked slowly to the center of the platform, checking in every direction. The sound of his footsteps reverberated through out the stadium; he couldn't make out any other sounds, but he knew someone else was there, and it wasn't just because he had been told that prior.

The spotlights turned on all around him, blinding him. A trap. A firing sound; a missile begins streaking through the air, screeching towards its target. He drops the case; it clunks as it hits the ground. He draws both guns, knowing that he'd be using them both to their fullest extent that night.

To stay in one place would be suicide, Diddy rolled forward in a seemingly haphazard fashion, the explosion scorching the platform behind him. Samus' view would have been obscured by the heavy smoke if not for the bio-scan revealing that the target was alive and well; she grins behind her visor. It'd be a shame if the fun were to end that soon. The money could wait. After all, you can't buy the thrill of battle.

She starts from shock; the peanut flying towards her cuts straight though the smoke. She had read up on Diddy's weapons prior to the encounter, so she knew better than to scoff at his ammo. She pivots; the spotlight next to her explodes in a shower of sparks and twisted metal. She takes aim at her target; he's made his way back into the stands. It was time to close the gap a little.

Diddy runs up the stairs in front of him and cuts to the left, running down the walkway between the main groups of seats. He fires straight at his target again as energy shots sear the very air around him. The shots force his attacker from her perch. She flips down from the light fixture, firing the whole way down. He continues unloading both pistols as the seats behind him are vaporzied; this person obviously sympathized with Bowser's killer; perhaps, this marksman was Bowser's killer. Either way, they were as good as dead.

Samus lands at the top level of the stadium, the same level as her target. Diddy was rounding the stadium to get to her. Pefect. She multi-locks onto him as he gains ground. The five missiles launch almost simultaneously; the recoil is still enough to push her back even with the suit on. She immediately digs her feet into the ground and runs after them.

Diddy sees the warheads. Both pistols are out as he fires them at the missiles, anticipating their path. Two peanuts strike two missiles and they explode. The remaining three spiral around one another creating a triple-helix of smoke. Diddy doesn't slow up; he runs faster towards certain death. He leaps forward, corkscrewing through the air. The missiles streak right past him in midair; Diddy could make out the manufacturer's name if he cared to do so.

After completing a full rotation in the air, Diddy is upright. He sees the orange blur moving straight towards him; the missiles were just a distraction. Said missiles demolish the seats behind him; their blue frames turning into molten plastic in the red-orange explosions.

Samus laughs to her self as she shoulder rams Diddy not a second after he managed to dodge her missiles; he was good. Too good. She had figured closing the gap would be her best bet, but this kid was a fighter. But she could think about that later. The missile trails were still hanging in the air; she aims at the ground through the smoke expecting Diddy to be lying there. The sudden hail of gunfire from above informs her that she expected wrong.

Diddy, having activated his jetpack immediately after the blow connected hovers upward backwards, firing both pistols fervently. He was going to smoke this stranger, and he was going to enjoy it. When Samus activated the lights, she had brought power back to the entire stadium, including the main platform, which had been transforming during the entire fight. It was currently in its ground mode.

Samus ducks to the left and right as the peanuts demolish the floor beneath her. She silently makes a decision as she dashes for the central platform, Diddy still in the air unloading at her. Diddy unlatches the straps to his jetpack as he notices his opponent making their way towards the suitcase on the main platform. He and Samus both race down two sets of stairs for the battle platform. The main platform switches to ice-mode.

The money wasn't important, but Diddy would be damned if he was going to let it go into the hands of this armored assassin. He jumps up onto the railing, sliding down its slick surface as he begins firing both pistols; their seizure-inducing muzzle flashes lighting up the area around him. Samus flinches as the shots hit all around her, but she doesn't miss a step. She can see Diddy sliding down the hand-rail; she chuckles remembering how she had used such flashy techniques when she was his age. She returns fire, just for the hell of it.

They both reach the platform's dual walkways. They stop, only for a moment; each combatant shocked that their opponents were just as able as they were. Their eyes meet and follow the same path towards the suitcase that's at the equidistance between them. Diddy breaks out into a run. Samus laughs out loud as she does the same. The peanuts strike the energy beams right above the money. They get closer to each other. 40 meters. 20. 10. Then the platform changes to its air-mode. The suitcase flies upwards, as do the combatants.

Diddy yells as he soars up towards the glass ceiling; he manages to keep his sights on Samus. He continues to fire; his voice just being drowned out by the roar of the gunfire.

Samus twirls through the air; the peanuts streak past her, grazing her armor. Diddy flips, shoots behind him which pushes him towards the assassin. Samus, still twirling, fires her grapple beam from her left hand at the case, and latches onto it. She front flips as Diddy flies at her. She shoots one of his pistols out of his hand, but he scores a lucky hit that graves her helmet; it's still enough to blow away its bindings. The platform transforms to back to its normal state. Samus' helmet flies through the air.

They begin to free fall. The case, still caught by the grapple, swings around right into Diddy's palm; he grips it tightly. Samus retracts the beam, inadvertently pulling Diddy right up to her. They both land. Diddy's left hand is on the case. Samus' beam tethers her left arm to it.

Diddy's pistol is aimed up at Samus' now exposed face. Samus' arm-cannon is terribly close to Diddy's neck; the energy building up glows brightly, casting a strange shadow across his face. There is no longer any smile on Samus' face for one simple reason. Her helmet hits the floor beside them; the visor cracks and the sound echoes into the vast emptiness of the stadium.

Diddy grimaces; Bowser wasn't a good person, but he didn't deserve what he got. Without hesitation, he pulls the trigger. The clicking sound makes his heart stop.

Samus stands there. She smiles only slightly and briefly; it disappears after a moment. Diddy is still holding his pistol perfectly still, but sweat begins to bead down his face. Samus yanks the case away from him. She stares at him for a moment. Diddy can't read her expression.

The ball of energy at the opening to Samus' humming arm-cannon slowly shrinks; it then goes away completely. She lowers her arm and smiles at Diddy before turning and running up the stairs to the exit; she breaks on through the doors off into the night.

Diddy finally lowers his gun. He falls to his knees. He shudders at what could have happened. He doesn't even bother thinking "why" as he looks up at the night sky through the glass ceiling; his soft sobs mixing with the now evident buzz from the stadium lights.
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« Reply #6 on: 27 July, 2008, 05:28:26 pm »

Thanks; did you read that Diddy one already?
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« Reply #7 on: 27 July, 2008, 05:41:50 pm »

Lol, yeah these stories get pretty over-the-top; when I wrote them, I just did it non-stop and typed whatever came to mind.
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« Reply #8 on: 27 July, 2008, 05:51:40 pm »

This next one is somewhat long, so brace yourself...


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The city lights reflect off of Peach's motorcycle helmet as she weaves in between traffic. Ness was never going to be the same after what he went through. It wasn't any of her business, but she couldn't help but feel guilty. She revs her bike as she cuts through an intersection; Corneria traffic was surprisingly heavy at this time of day.

It was going to be smooth sailing from here on out however; Bowser would assuredly kill Wario by tomorrow and Peach could take out Ike. He had grown far too sure of himself to be prepared for anything she had in store. She would make it to New Pork before nightfall. The Super Scope slung across her back and Cracker Launcher mounted on the rear of her cycle were just precautionary measures.

Peach still decides to move as quickly as she can; she knows Ike's connections to the Star Fox team will eventually become a problem. It was a simple matter of whether Ike's forces would make it into Hyrule before Samus could stop him. If she could stop them.

Peach sighs to herself; all of this for Mario...

The sudden rush of wind and the loud shriek of a jet passing just above her head would have knocked her off of her bike had she not just looked into her rear view mirror a moment prior to its passing and already deduced was going on and what was going to happen: Ike knew that she knew; he'd sent a friend of his to take her out. Peach burns out, turns around and flies off in opposite direction.

The afterburning of the Arwing's rear jet pushes pedestrians to the ground and causes every vehicle on the street to rock violently. Falco knew he shouldn't be showing off, but why bother trying to act as if he didn't enjoy this? After all, everyone's days were numbered; to make the best of this particular hit would be the most reasonable course of action. He performs a U-turn, spiraling upwards then leveling out in the exact opposite direction. The girl had immediately fled in the opposite direction. Perfect. He boosts forward and fires at the girl from a distance.

Thankfully, the citizens recognized what a bounty being hunted looked like, so they had sense enough to leave as quickly as possible. Some even left their cars where they were and ran on foot to their homes. How convenient; thought Peach. When she tires of the inevitable laser blasts, she can dodge cars as well. As if on cue, hyper lasers sear the titanium road just before her; the dual laser blasts pass just on either side of her motorcycle. She guns it, weaving around the abandoned cars as they are ripped apart by the laser fire. She begins to sweat as the shots get close, but not too close; this guy was playing with her. She ducks into the nearest alley between two apartment buildings.

He was playing with her, and he knew that she knew it. It didn't really matter though; Falco would kill her then his debt to Ike would be paid off. The only thing he really got out of this was the thrill of the hunt which is so difficult to come by these days. This chick was clearly skilled though; she didn't panic and took cover. Falco sighed to himself; he knows that he had better finish this as quickly as possible. Falco cuts directly over the alley. The vibrant, multicolored explosion blinds his cockpit's instruments; not that he bothered using them. Falco laughs out loud; that was a clever move. But, there was no way he could let her get away with it now. He had three smart bombs. A second later, he only had two.

Peach quickly mounts the now smoking Cracker Launcher to her cycle again and revs the engine. She must think quickly; this was definitely Falco and not Fox. He also knew this city like the back of his hand no doubt, so running was only going to be a temporary option. She was going to have to reach his level. She flies out of the alley as the smart bomb detonates behind her incinerating every trash can and air conditioning unit within. There was no time to lose now, he was pissed.

He was pissed. Not only had she landed a blow on him from the ground, but she had also eluded a smart bomb. Still, Falco grins at her cleverness, but grimaces as she gets farther away. He jets after her firing a flurry of calculated shots in front of her. She swerves and ramps off of a half destroyed car, not losing a beat. Falco rounds around for another go. He hesitates because of where she's headed. The multifaceted wall of windows that is the entrance hall to the mall is only a few yards away from a fast approaching motorcycle. He grimaces; someone would pay for the damages.

Peach guns it once more; people desperately dive out of the way as she dashes up the front step to the mall. She uses her motorcycles boost to propel her up and straight through the immaculate, all-glass doors to the entrance hall. She lands as mall-goers scream at the shock of the bike's roaring engine as well as the shards of glass raining down upon them. Moments later, Falco smashes through the remainder of the glass sending down sheets of sparkling rain upon the rest of the hall.

The air displaced by the Arwing's jets blows away tables and pedestrians who've been dining in the food court. Peach is already passing a cavalcade of neon-lit stores, making her way to the exit. Falco pursues, but holds off on the laser fire for a moment. Peach has a death grip on the handle bars; Falco's grip cuts the circulation of from his hands.

Suddenly, Peach skids sideways; upon stopping, she whips out the Super Scope. Knowing that Falco wouldn't risk killing innocents, she sits in the open and fires at him as the Arwing rushes down the hallway towards her. The ship barely fits in the hall as it is; Falco is furious that she's lasted this long, but his fury only fuels his concentration on what he must do. He sees the laser shots from a distance, but that distance is closing quickly. He cranks the joy stick to the right, going into a barrel-roll. The tips of the wings leave deep gashes in the ceiling and floor as the Super Scope shots are reflected into the world around them. Falco's Arwing passes directly over a still firing Peach while it’s upside down in the air; despite the speed of the ship's rotation, Peach and Falco's eyes meet; each pair tells the other a story.

The Arwing crashed through the entrance opposite the one they entered through; Falco pulled up out of the barrel-roll just in time to have the very bottom of the ship scrape against the side of an adjacent building. He rights the ship once more and tries to track that girl's location. She'd duped him again and this was the last straw.

Peach makes her way through more shocked crowds of people until she finally reaches the parking garage. She fits her bike through the door leading from the mall itself to the garage and, knowing that it will be merely seconds before Falco is on her again, goes as quickly as she can to the get herself into position. She takes a deep breath; this was probably not going to work. She drives towards the exit of the garage.

The only sound heard is the squealing of Peach's tires echoing throughout the garage; that is, until the tell-tale whine of an Arwing's engine accompanies it moments later.

Peach hits the brake and jerks to a stop. Falco is hovering directly in front of the exit in his now somewhat scarred aircraft; the rage almost visible as it radiates through him into the Arwing itself. They stare at one another for the shortest of moments; Peach peels out and turns around, gunning it for the second floor of the garage. Falco's thumb slides over to the smart bomb trigger; he fires it. Peach swings the bike around the elevated floor and power-slides around the corner up to the second floor as the smart bomb hits far to close to her; the cars closest to the explosion are destroyed and Peach's racing suit gets singed from the flames. She continues to fly up to the third and final floor of the garage.

Falco increases altitude as Peach rounds another corner; he begins to fire haphazardly out of sheer frustration. No one had eluded him like this before. The laser blasts blows up countless cars as Peach zooms past. She performs another power-slide, sliding up on top of the open-air third floor of the garage. She stops for a moment; this was it. She takes a quick breath and drives for the edge.

Falco, having missed the motorcyclist for a fourth time rises up to the roof. How foolish could she be? After all of her clever maneuvers, she traps herself in a corner like this? Something about this discrepancy irks Falco, but not enough to distract him of what he must do. He rises up to the top floor, prepared to finally incinerate this most elusive of prey. Falco's eyes widen ever so slightly. So that's what she was trying to do.

While in the air, halfway between the edge of the garage roof and Falco's dumbfounded stare; halfway through the back-flip off of her bike which she hoped would hit the ground without her, Peach sees the entire city. She sees the countless skyscrapers, the sunlight reflecting off of their windows and the millions of ships and vehicles that soar around the highways. All of this acts as the backdrop for her landing point, the Arwing.

The bike crashes to the ground; Peach lands directly on Falco's windshield. She takes the opportunity to shoot him a dirty look before he hits the boost. The speed is incredible. She isn't entirely sure of why she doesn't fly off immediately. Her left hand grasps the edge of the cockpit while her right holds something else.

Incredible. Not only has she survived a full-on attack from an S-series Arwing, but she's landed on it. Falco is using as much boost as he can. The countless buildings forma blur of refracted sunlight around Peach as she slaps down on Falco's windshield. She then pulls out her parasol and opens it. Falco whips out his blaster immediately and fires straight through the glass at her, but to no avail. The pull of the wind yanks Peach away from the ship and she is left behind. Falco sighs; he had to admit to himself that he'd panicked at the fact that she'd gotten so close. Unfortunately for him, the Arwing's warning siren activated at that moment and made him realize why she had abandoned ship. He didn't need any security device to tell him about the flashing motion sensor bomb right in front of his broken windshield. For the next moment, he goes on pure instinct.

As Peach slowly descends through the air, the explosion only shocks her slightly; she'd worried that he'd notice sooner. She lights down upon a nearby rooftop, closes her parasol and lets out the breath that she had been holding for the last minute. A second later, the snarling, twisted wreckage of the Arwing crashes and skids along the titanium roofing right behind her. Peach turns to look at it and closes her eyes, wishing that her pursuer may find peace in the next world. Something still bothers her, however. She takes her helmet off. Why would the Arwing crash anywhere near her if it has been traveling away from her? Unless, of course, the pilot had turned around completely......

She opens her eyes and looks to the sky. Falco's foot only connects with her forearm which is in the form of a block, yet it still sends her flipping backward across the roof. She is quickly on her feet and manages to deflect an attempted jab to her face. She counters by sweeping Falco's legs, but he leaps over it effortlessly. His movements match hers in terms of fluidity; they both realize heir equality. Falco, being as close as he is, throws his blaster over Peach, which sees as his discarding a long-range weapon in a close-range battle. She goes to kick his chest in, but cancels it as he rolls around her and catches his blaster.

Peach forces her body back around to face him as a shot burns straight through her hair. Her parasol is already at the inside of his elbow as she uses it as leverage to twist his arm around, forcing the blaster from his hand. She then uses his own momentum to slam him into the metal roof face-down. Before he can recover, she yanks him back up, sweeps his legs out from under him and, before he can touch the ground, follows through with a thrusting kick that throws him off the roof to the street four stories below.

Falco can hear various ribs break as he smashes out all the windows to a car below, before bouncing off of said car and rolling out into the street. People run up to him and phone for an ambulance. Moments before loosing consciousness, he can see Peach's figure on the roof looking down. He can't help but laugh, even in all of his pain, which causes the good samaritans around him to worry further; she had gotten him, fair and square. Next time would be a long ways off however.

Peach is back down to the ground. The past events of the day had given her grief, but allowed her to forget about all of the things she must do. Killing Ike was the least of her worries. Mario wasn't going to stop until all the others were dead, perhaps even the ones currently on their side. It was what Mario would do to Zelda if he found her that truly worried Peach.

But, Peach had told Zelda to go to Delfino days ago. She would be safe there.
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« Reply #9 on: 28 July, 2008, 04:36:51 pm »

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The action is awesome.My only bash is that Falco lost to Peach D:
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« Reply #10 on: 28 July, 2008, 07:15:00 pm »

Lol, thanks; Peach is a beast though....
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« Reply #11 on: 30 July, 2008, 05:02:32 pm »

Zelda stepped off of the boat, taking her bags from the boatman as she looked around at her new surroundings. She let out a sigh of relief; she was safe. Mario wanted her blood, but only out of blind, temporary rage. At least, she hoped it was temporary.

As she strode through the main plaza of Delfino, she couldn't help but take in the beautiful scenery; it seemed as if the sun would never stop shining. The birds singing put her mind at ease as well as the overall joviality of the locals. She would thank Peach if she ever got the chance to do so. Poor Ness.....if it hadn't been for her, he may never had had to even go to Shadow Moses, and Ike.....but it would be time to reminisce later. After all of her fighting and all the violence that had taken place, she would now have a chance to start anew and actually enjoy her life, here in Delfino.

However, the sound of her name made her jump; she was making her way to a nearby fruit vendor when she heard it. She warily, but casually turned to see who it was that wanted to talk to her; she wasn't afraid after all for why would anyone be a threat to her here?

Then she heard her name again at the same moment she turned around. This time she noticed the accent in the voice; the chills that had only just left her spine came back in full force, freezing said spine solid. Her bags filled with tropical wear for relaxing, relief filled nights hit the ground and burst open. Her jaw began to quiver uncharacteristically; she hadn't realized just how afraid of him she was.

Mario waved to her, lying back in a lawn chair along the small beach. Underneath the umbrella, he smiled at her as a friend smiles at an old colleague from back in the day. There was no sign of the pure hatred that was seen in broken spine of Pit or the ashes that were all that was left of Roy. Mario got up and walked up to Zelda who was still frozen in utter horror and shock; how had he known she was going to be in Delfino? Zelda didn't truly care though; all that mattered was that she was as good as dead.
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« Reply #12 on: 03 August, 2008, 09:47:07 pm »

I'm breaking this "chapter" up for dramatic effect >_>



And because it's so damn long.

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He was right at her; she could make out each Shine Sprite on his Hawaiian shirt. Her pale face reflected in his glasses; reminding Zelda that her only other option besides running was to stand there and be decimated in the most horribly painful way imaginable.

She backed away from Mario and bumped into someone; Zelda quickly turned to apologize and run. A kid wearing a red cap stood in front of her; the bill of his hat covering his eyes. Despite his overall innocent features, something about him was ominous; that, or course, was of only little concern for Zelda for Mario was in the same city as her, let alone within eyesight. She made to move past the kid only for him to step in front of her.

Mario's hand landed on her shoulder. Zelda's eyes closed; she let out a soft, apologetic whimper. Mario gently turned her around to face him; his smile was warm. He extended a hand to the kid as if to introduce him to Zelda; the kid showed no signs of welcome. Mario snapped his fingers and some Piantas quickly ran over and picked up Zelda's things. Mario motioned over to the other side of the plaza near an open-air restaurant, still grinning. The kid grabbed Zelda roughly by the arm and led her to the cafe; the whole way there, Zelda couldn't help but look around for someone, anyone to help her; all she saw were Piantas happily going about their business. There were a few who noticed that she was with Mario and at their realizing what was going on, they quickly averted their eyes and went back to their fruit stands and their cleaning.

Zelda and Mario sat down at a table; the kid stood behind Mario's chair. They were served drinks, yet they went untouched. Mario crossed his hands on the table and stared innocently at Zelda. Her lips quivered; she opened her mouth to speak and explain her situation only for Mario to hold up a hand to silence her. That same hand reached into his shirt; Zelda winced at what was to come. An envelope slid across the table towards her. Zelda slowly opened it to find a picture of her and Peach talking to one another somewhere in Corneria City. Mario knew.
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« Reply #13 on: 04 August, 2008, 01:11:21 am »

Zelda looked up to see Mario shaking his head in disappointment; he slowly took off his sunglasses to reveal an almost sorrowful gaze. He looked over at the kid, whom Zelda realized was his hired help. The kid nodded; his eyes still hidden by his baseball cap. Mario closed his eyes. Zelda's eyes became fixed upon him as he pushed away his jacket which had been covering his Pokéballs; she noticed the tag on his shirt that read only as "Certified Pokémon Trainer".

Mario's punch knocked every last cubic centimeter of air from her lungs; her body flew across the water flowing through the plaza and into the side of one of the buildings. Mario opened his eyes and smiled. PT was at her in an instant. The sound of three Pokéballs being opened were all that Zelda could hear at the moment. The back of her skull throbbed in pain; she looked at her assassin almost surprised that Mario wasn't going to be the one to finally do her in. She was familiar with the Pokémon; Squirtle, Charizard, Ivysaur. But, these three were different than what she'd seen before; there was a certain aspect of their eyes that struck as horrifying as well as similar to the Pokémon Trainer: There was no mercy in their faces. They all reared back, charging their various attacks. Zelda closed her eyes. The rushing sound of death filled her ears. They were towering above her; their cold faces looking down upon her. The glow of their special attacks cast shadows across their faces. She didn't blame the Pokémon, just their trainer; her killer. She opened her eyes then, deciding then and there that she would make sure her killer would have to look into her eyes as she died.

But her killer was soaring through the air sideways; PT hit the ground and rolled to a halt. In the spot in the air where his face had been a second ago was a gloved white fist. Zelda's jaw dropped; had Mario changed heart? She then realized what was going on just as the Pokémon left her and instinctually rushed to their master; a blue figure stood before her, lowering his fist with which he had just used to deliver a blow to the PT. Her rescuer smiled and winked at her, then disappeared only to reappear in her peripheral vision at about where the PT had landed. Zelda, however, was far less concerned with what just happened than with the figure across the plaza at the open-air restaurant who was now standing and showed no sign of happiness at all. What could only be described as murder was in Mario's eyes; a still grounded Zelda could see it from this great distance away. An explosion erupted from over by the blue figure and the PT.

Mario turned around and walked in the opposite direction as panicked Piantas passed back in forth in front of Zelda who was still up against the building's wall. She stared unblinkingly at Mario's back when suddenly, as a panic stricken Pianta cut in front of her view, he disappeared. Zelda blinked, knowing what was coming. She looked up into the great blue sky to see Mario flying through the air above her. She threw her self to one side as his feet pulverized the tiling on the wall and plaza floor where Zelda had been lying seconds prior. Zelda prepared a Din's Fire spell in her hand as she got up, knowing it would do little good as Mario's silhouette became clearer in the now settling dust. She could see the fireball's glow through the debris hanging in the air.
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« Reply #14 on: 07 August, 2008, 12:49:03 pm »

Sonic was literally having a blast. The Pokémon Trainer's control over his Pokémon was so complete that it could easily make one believe that there was a psychic link amongst them which, Sonic thought, was possible, because they were Pokémon. He chuckled to himself as Charizard's flames licked the soles of his shoes; he was effortlessly running along the length of an alleyway, darting from wall to wall as the fire danced around him. If he hadn't gotten the call about this Mario guy being here, that princess wouldn't have lived long enough to thank him for saving her. Or something like that.

The Pokémon Trainer wiped a trickle of blood from his mouth. That bastard came from nowhere. PT wasn't used to physical injury, but he savored it when he experienced some; it made him just as involved in the fight as his loyal teammates. This blue freak would scream in agony as Ivysaur's vines sapped the very life from his soon-to-be charred body, courtesy of Charizard. But of course, Squirtle would make sure he wouldn't die too quickly by putting out the lames periodically. But there was work to be done. He ordered for Ivysaur to unleash Bullet Seed on their foe; Sonic had leaped into the air taking the time to strike a pose before spinning rapidly, successfully deflecting the seeds. The Pokémon Trainer scowled in disgust such outlandish and non-tactical behavior. It was Squirtle's turn.

The explosion did nothing to slow the fight; if anything, it had merely served to fuel it. Neither Sonic nor the Pokémon Trainer knew just what had caused it; Sonic had initiated a spin-dash attack at the same moment all three of the Pokémon Trainer's Pokémon unleashed various attacks. It must have been some kind of strange result of those things, they each thought. The Piantas running around the plaza only added to the pandemonium of all that was going on simultaneously. Mario's fireball still hadn't left his hand. He closed his fist creating a disturbingly loud booming sound. The fireball had been stamped out; Zelda took this as a metaphor for herself.

He was striding towards Zelda in such a sickeningly casual manner that Zelda could no longer wait to cast her Din's Fire. She did so and as she guided the orb of red light at her target, her eyes met that merciless gaze for the nth time that day; Mario did not even blink as the explosion engulfed him. Zelda immediately rounded a corner and made a mad dash for the boat in which she rode in on; she was too far away, she knew that. The Piantas that had been brave enough to stay and watch the madness play out gasped as the dust settled; there was no sign of anyone except for the demolished tiling and scorched brick.

Zelda gasped as she ran across the vast plaza near the main square's statue; it seemed as if the plaza was continually growing, the boat becoming seemingly farther and farther away by second. She was beginning to lose her mind and it was only the sound of something slicing through the air that brought her back to her senses; she ducked, the edge of a gold and blue manhole cover sliced one of her braids off, the fact that its edge was nowhere near sharp being a testament to the tremendous speed at which it had been hurled. It ripped through the air across the plaza and flew straight into the base of the statue; the cracks in the strong stone spider-webbed outward from the epicenter of the manhole cover's landing point. Zelda was half-propping herself up from the ground as she looked around wildly at the direction of the thrower; her eyes showing the barely contained fear welling up within her. Mario was once again strolling towards her, taking his sweet, sweet time to kill her. A grin flashed across his face which was unmarked from Zelda's previous attack; the grin was quickly replaced with that horrible, familiar stare. Zelda was breathing short, rapid breaths; she scurried back to her feet and continued for the boat.

A fireball roared past Zelda and struck the base of the ship. At first it only rocked slightly; Zelda continued to dash for it, hoping that it would be put out by the cool blue waters. The fire, almost as if it had a mind of its own, spread quickly to the engine. The boat erupted into flames and cast bright orange colors across Zelda's horror stricken face; debris rained down around her. Mario took this time to let out a low, humorless laugh as he walked up to the broken princess; he was still a ways away form her, but he was close enough. She put her face in her quaking hands and transformed into Sheik.
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