I am super sorry for nit updating for so long, but the truth is, I'm getting kinda bored with this story already. I've just git so many ideas tattling around in my head that suddenly this doesn't seem very interesting... so it is now officially ON HIATUS! So, I may start it again if I want. Sorry! ;_;

After many unsuccessful attempts to explain physics to Pit, Robin gave up and the angel got a headache and went to sit elsewhere. He chose to sit next to Shulk, curious about his strange red weapon.

"Um, hi," smiled Pit, "You're Shulk, right? And that thing on you back is the … I want to say 'avocado'?"

Shulk chuckled and said, in a British accent (A/N: =D), "Hah, no, it's the 'Monado',"

"Oh, right right, of course!" replied Pit, "The Monado. Gotta remember that!"

Shulk smiled and gestured towards Pit's weapon of choice, "You've good a pretty cool-looking weapon yourself," he said.

"This is 'Palutena's Bow," explained Pit, "It can separate into blades," he demonstrated this, "And can be switched back and used as a bow," he did this too.

"Hey, that's pretty cool," mused Shulk, "But what arrows does it fire?"

Pit grinned. "Arrows of light!" he said. Ne pulled back the string, which seemed to exist only when needed, and a sparkling blue arrow appeared.

"Pretty sweet, eh?" laughed the angel, but he accidentally let go, and the arrow flew off.

"Uh-oh," he said, watching the bolt of blue race across the room, towards the back of someone's head. In a flash, the head whipped round and a green boxing glove hit the arrow in an uppercut directing it into the wall. Pit and Shulk rushed up to Little Mac to see if he was ok.

"Wow!" exclaimed Pit, "That was spectacular! How'd you get such good reflexes?"

"Training," explained the boxer.

"Hey, what training resume do you use?" asked an interested Shulk, and Little Mac began to explain as the three walked back to the table, but Pit hung back when he heard a voice behind him.

"Nice shooting," it said, sarcastically. Pit whirled around and was confronted with his edgy clone, Dark Pit.

"Oh, hey Pittoo!" greeted the angel. The shady angel clenched his fists.

"How many times do I have to tell you?" asked Dark Pit, "The name 'Pittoo' is not something I ever want to hear!"

"Sorry, Pittoo," winced Pit. Dark Pit growled and walked off in a huff.

"At least I didn't call you 'Pitooey'!" Pit called after him, but was met with a cured ham to the face.

"Hey!" snapped Bowser as he looked down at his now empty hand and then up at Dark Pit. "What do you think you're playing at, punk?" he snarled, fire gathering in his throat. Wario, however, seemed to find this hilarious. He guffawed at the Koopa King until he choked on his garlic, and then turned to face Dark Pit, who looked at him unamused.

"Wario likes-a your style!" he cackled, "Why don't you-a sit with us?"

"No thanks, fatty," said Dark Pit, slinking off.

"Typical Pittoo," signed Palutena, as she watched the Pit-clone sit down away from anyone else, "He may seem cold-hearted, but really he's not all that bad…"

"Um, excuse me," said a young, feminine voice from behind her, "May I sit here?"

The green-haired goddess looked behind her and was faced with the slightly nervous-looking visage of Shantae, the half-genie hero.

"Oh, yes," smiled Palutena, as the young girl sat down. Soon after, a certain cyborg police officer sat down opposite her. It was Patricia Wagon.

"Oh," said Shantae, looking at Patricia, "You're… you're that other WayForward character… Patricia, that's it, right?"

"Absolutely!" smiled Patricia, "You're… err, Shantae? Right?"

"Uh-huh," replied Shantae, "Oh, did you know that in my up-and-coming game, I've got a costume based on you?"

"Really?"

"Yes…"

Meanwhile, at the other end if the hall sat a very different crowd...

Bye!

I may be back!