-Meanwhile in the Lounge...-
The Lounge was easily one of Robin's favorite places in the mansion. It was a square room surrounded by wooden walls with bookshelves, and numerous decorations.
The Lounge also had a fire place and several leather chairs, giving off a very warm and relaxing atmosphere to it, in contrast to the rest of the deceivingly peaceful mansion where it is actually rather chaotic.
In there Robin was sitting on one of the leather chairs, enjoying a nice cup of tea and reading a poetry book he got from the bookshelf. With him was his friend Luigi, a green-capped plumber in overalls taking a nap on one of the other seats.
The tactician sighed then muttered to himself about his regrets of not listening to Virion, an archer, poet, and comrade that fought alongside Robin and his fellow Shepherds.
However, the peace and quiet did not last long when Robin heard the door slam open, producing a loud thud, which was surprisingly not enough to awaken the nearby plumber.
The tactician faced towards the door and found Falco with Captain Falcon standing to his right posing boldly, and Meta Knight standing to his left.
"Sup' Bookworm!" The anthropomorphic bird rudely greeted.
"What do you want?" Robin asked to his tormentor bitterly.
"I heard ya' were a good tactician, and I need your help on doing some dirty work." Falco said to him.
"After all the things you have done and said to me? Not even Grima's influence would make me work for a dastard like you!" The tactician snapped at him.
"Figured you'd say that..." Replied Falco while giving Robin the cold shoulder.
"But that's why I brought these!" Falco turned back around to face the Plegian with papers in his hand.
"Are those-" Robin asked nervously.
"Your crappy poems? Of course!" Falco interrupted.
"How did you get those..." asked Robin with fear rising in his voice
"Meta Knight told me about em'. Trust me, you can't hide anything from this guy!" Falco gloated.
"G-G-Give those back!" Stuttered Robin trying to swipe the papers from Falco's hands, but was stopped on his tracks when Captain Falcon stepped in to block the tactician with his stubbornness and sturdy body. It only took one hand on Robin's face to stop him from getting any closer.
"Show me your moves!" Captain Falcon taunted while the tactician flailed his arms in a desperate attempt to penetrate the racer's defenses.
Captain Falcon grew bored of Robin's pathetic struggle, so he pushed him back and landed on the floor.
"What are you going to do with them?" Robin asked in a fearful tone.
"I'm gonna have Falcon here read them out loud to the whole mansion and then use my remaining resources to make your life here a living hell!" Falco threatened him.
Robin was at the verge of crumbling apart, what would all the smashers think of him? especially what would SHE think of him? All these thoughts coursed through his head.
"Fine, i'll help you" Robin finally submitted, with a sad and defeated tone in his voice.
"That's what I like to hear" Falco said as he handed the poems to Captain Falcon.
"Ummm, I don't understand this hand writing..." said the racer seconds after trying to read the Ylissean hand writing.
"Allow me to rewrite it, so you are able to read it to your... ability." Meta Knight spoke.
"Sure Tin-face." agreed Falcon as he passed the papers to the dark blue puffball, unaware that Meta Knight just insulted him.
Meta Knight quickly dashed off into the mansion to work on his task.
"Anyways, let's discuss tactics!" Falco turned back towards Robin.
"What seems to be problem?" the tactician asked while sitting back on his chair, while Falco sat on the third seat.
"There's is a smasher who's ego is taking things way too far, and it's up to us to extinguish this burning pride!" Falco explained.
Robin mentally face palmed at the bird's hypocrisy, knowing that doing such expression would get him many broken ribs.
"I think the best way to lower enemy morale is by defeating them with a very underestimated opponent." Robin suggested, remembering how he managed to make Olivia take down the tyrannical Conqueror Walhart. The Valmese Empire lost all their dignity and respect that day.
"So all we need to do is find the mansion's second biggest loser and hope he beats him fair and square?" Falco questioned.
"It isn't that simple Falco, the opponent would need to be pampered so that their arrogance wouldn't allow them to battle with effort." Robin explained. "Assuming that your relationship with this smasher hasn't already gone sour, you should be able to manipulate him if you get on his or her good side." He continued.
"Now for the underestimated opponent, likely candidates would be those who get very little attention, like Olimar or... Luigi." Robin said hesitantly hoping he wouldn't offend his only friend, who was fortunately still fast asleep.
"Listen Bookworm, I've been around here since the second tournament." Falco informed. "Green Bean over there couldn't hurt a fly!" He continued.
"Well, judging from his recent records, he has an impressive number of wins, which surprises me nobody here gives him any credit." Robin defended.
"Plus, he certainly can land more spikes tha-" Robin was cut off as he ducked after being startled by Falco's blaster.
Luigi was unaffected and still sleeping peacefully.
"Strike one..." Threatened Falco, signifying that it was a warning shot.
"Anyways, just bring ya' chump to the Battle Room and I bring my guy as well." Falco concluded as he stood up.
"Don't be late." warned Falco as he left the Lounge, followed by Captain Falcon.
Although the unwanted visitors were gone, peace and tranquility never returned to Robin, as those dreadful thoughts ran back into his head.
TO BE CONTINUED...