Hey, SeaJade here. Hmm, what can I say. I just wanted to do this I guess... Anyway I hope you enjoy!
A tall, brown haired man was busy wiping down a counter in a cafe when a postman came into the shop. The postman then ruffled through his bag, crammed with letters, and pulled out a small, white letter with a intricately designed red wax seal.
The postman turned the letter over and squinted, and then asked, "Are you the owner of the Falcon House?"
The brown haired man's eyebrows rose slightly in curiosity, "That I am."
The postman took a few steps forward to hand the letter to the man behind the counter who regarded it with a mild curiosity. The postman then help out a clipboard and a pen and said, "This is unusual, but for this particular letter we need you signature."
The man behind the counter received the clipboard and pen with a nod and quickly scribbled an illegible name on the line indicated with a, sign here. The postman shrugged and put his clip board away, "Have a nice day."
The owner of the cafe, gave a small thanks as the postman exited. Then, the man turned his full attention to the letter that was on his counter. He picked it up and broke the wax seal, pulling out a folded white letter.
Dear Captain Falcon, ….the man's eyes narrowed. How could someone know who he truly was? As far as he knew, he had never let his secret slip. Curiosity intensifying, he read on.
We cordially invite you to attend a competition for the fourth annual tournament. You have proven yourself worthy of contending with the finest in the universe. Bring your necessities, you might be staying awhile. Coordinates are XX0192.269X2. We will expect your arrival.
-SSB
The man reread the letter. Not very many words for a paper that long and he knew for certain that the F-zero committee did not have a race planned for at least a week. Also, what race lasted for more than a day? "Staying awhile," the more he dwelt on it, the more ominous the words seemed. He thought about the coordinates given, they would take him outside of the Milky Way...was there even a warp station that was linked that far out? He looked down at the paper and was startled to see that more words had appeared on the page.
P.S. Participation is not optional.
The man put the letter down. Could this be some plot from Dark Million? He thought. Then man shook his head. It was probably just a prank...but how did they know who he was? Whoever or whatever SSB was definitely something with power. He took another look at the letter, discarded on his counter. He sighed, then picked it up, crumpled it, and disposed of it in a nearby garbage can.
The man the continued to wipe down his counters until the door to his cafe opened. He looked up to see two figured enter the building. He straightened up put the towel over his shoulder and clapped his hands together.
"Good Morning," he greeted, "what may I get you?"
As the two men sat down to custom brewed cups of coffee, the white letter disappeared from the brown haired man's mind completely.
"He did what!?" a voice called out.
"It appears that Captain Falcon has decided to not attend our little competition," another voice answered.
"But why?"
"I am not yet certain, but he must attend. You know what to do, use force if you must."
"I do, but-"
"No excuses, oh, and bring another him along as well."
"Fine, I will not fail."
"I do not expect you to."
I am fully aware this is not the longest chapter ever, but I think it works.
Anyway, please Read and Review!
Ciao,
SeaJade
