KT - DA: It's okay, everyone! I'm alive!
Roy: Oh my God!It lives!
Marth: Milady! Where on Earth have you been all this time?
KT - DA: Ah...well...erm...you see, I had writer's block really bad...
Link: pssh. Excuses mean nothing.
Roy: yeah, you've kept us waiting forever here! We want to know what's going on!
KT - DA: Relax, guys! My friend here, Kudo Sorano, helped me come up with this next bit.
Kudo Sorano: Hello. /sees Roy/ Holy... wow! /grabs onto Roy/ Can I have him?
Roy: Oh my...
KT - DA: sure. Just let him do the stuff first.
Roy: Wha-? oh, alright. Kuroi Tenshi - Dark Angel does not own Super Smash Brothers Melee or any of it's characters.
KT - DA: Right. Link, you next.
Link: We wish to thank everyone who has reviewed in all this great span of time, and congratulate you on your patience.
Marth: Milady! On to the chapter!
KT - DA: Right!
Getting Over Our Troubles - Spheres of Disaster
Sarah Holly stretched out her stiff back and neck. She shouldn't have let herself hunch over her work so much, but it was too late for regrets now. She sighed and picked up the item trap she had been fixing, pushing her bangs firmly behind her ear. She glanced at her watch as she straightened. It was nearing lunch time, and she was hungry. However, she wanted to finish all of her work before the afternoon battles started.
Hitting the transporter buttons absently, Sarah double checked that she had everything she needed to do the job properly. Master Hand had just yesterday shown her how to do it, and she didn't want to mess up something this important. The now-familiar light swept her away to the Fountain of Dreams stage. Sarah put her bag down on one of the platforms and set up her ladder. Once she was certain that it was up right, she picked up the bag and climbed up to the narrow catwalk that was above the stage. Master Hand had pointed out the fact that there was no permanent ladder access to the catwalk, a mistake the builders had made. Sarah didn't mind. It just meant less chance of Ganondorf and his gang cheating, since the ladder she was using at the moment was kept locked in the Item Closet.
Sarah edged along the metal walkway until she found the ring attached to the bottom. Here, she set down her bag yet again and reached down to pull the ring up. It was large and cumbersome on the suspended catwalk, but she managed it. She flipped the ring over and set it on her lap. On the bottom of the ring were what looked like seven glass spheres. Sarah knew better, though. The spheres were one of the best technological advances made from the original tournament.
As she worked to replace the old spheres with new ones, she thought over what Master Hand had told her about them. They were the system that allowed the Smashers to hit eachother with everything they had and still not get hurt more than a little sting now and then. Wounds were almost completely eliminated. The spheres took in the pain from a small chip that was placed behind each Smasher's ear prior to his battle. After the battle finished, the pain waves stored in the spheres were converted into harmless photons, then dissipated into the outside air. Sarah wasn't completely sure how they worked, but she remembered Roy mentioning something about them being full of microscopic nanomachines that did the conversions.
Each sphere could only operate for five battles before it wore out, which was when Sarah would have to swap them with new ones. She made sure that the last sphere was screwed in as tightly as possible before she swung the metal ring back over the side of the catwalk. Picking up her now-empty bag, she moved back to the ladder and climbed down.
Sarah walked into the nearly empty Dining Hall after having washed up and moved immediately to the food line. The resident cook seemed to have lost the breif fervor he had gained on finding out that Sarah could cook musch better than he. He had set out only a platter of sandwiches again, along with the usual basket of fruit on each table. Sarah helped herself and sat down at the table to eat in silence.
As she was finishing her last bite, her cell phone rang from her jeans pocket, making her jump. Grumbling a bit about frightening equipment, she fished it out and flipped it open.
"Hello?"
"Sarah? I have a new job for you," Master Hand's voice said. "Are you available for managing crowds entering the stadium this afternoon?"
Sarah wondered why he was asking her, since he was the one who scheduled everything, but didn't question him. "Sure, I can do that. Is someone else not able to make it?"
"Yes, Ganondorf was scheduled to do it, but he's called to say he doesn't feel too good," Master Hand said.
Sarah wasn't aware that Ganondorf had ever felt particularly good. She groaned at her unintentional pun. "Sure thing, Master Hand. I'll do it," she said, and hung up the phone.
"Sarah! There you are!" Came a shout from behind Sarah as she stood. Turning, she saw Link and Roy enter the Dining Hall, looking out of breath.
"Ha! I told you she'd be here! Getting ready to bake desserts again, no doubt," Roy said, jabbing Link in the ribs playfully. Link looked upset at his apparent loss.
Sarah laughed at her friends. "No, Roy, I'm not. Master Hand just called me and asked me to take over crowd management for Ganon. That's where I'm headed right now," She said, smiling at the redhead's falling face.
Link looked positively gleeful. "There, you see? I was right, you were wrong! Take that!"
"Actually, you're both right, and you're both wrong. Before Master Hand called, I was going to bake. so," Sarah grinned. "Was there anything else you wanted? Because I've got to go to work." And with that, she brushed past them into the hallway.
Sarah had been working crowd control for half an hour when her eyes stumbled upon those familiar deep, sad blue ones again. She smiled at him in greeting, thinking how she always seemed to run into him at odd moments.
"Hello, Marth. What are you doing out here? Do you have a battle today?" She asked calmly, her tone belying her fluttering heart.
Marth smiled softly at her. "No, I don't. I just saw you and thought you could use a little help." It was only then that Sarah realized that Marth was not wearing his royal blue fighting outfit. Instead, he was wearing a green T-shirt and blue jeans. His golden crown was nowhere to be seen.
"Yes, help would be nice. Thanks Marth," she said, reaching out to take another specator's tickets.
Marth took control of another teller, and the line of people waiting to get in split in two. Finally, when everyone was inside the stadium, Sarah left to take up her in-battle post on the catwalks. With a last smile over her shoulder at Marth, she was gone up the stairs. Sarah noted how dark the sky was starting to get off in the distance, and hoped that it didn't come toward them. At least, not until the battles were over. Sarah turned her mind to other, more important things.
The first battle of the day was Link against Zelda, in a 12 stock battle. Master Hand had briefly explained to her how those worked, what with getting the Smashers back onto the stage right away, but the information had gone in one ear and out the other. Sarah moved along the metal walkway until she was above the Fountain of Dreams, and set up her post. People poured into the stadium, chattering and laughing and sounding excited in general. Sarah thought she could see some of her school friends from her position, but wasn't sure.
After a while, the announcer's voice, which was none other than Master Hand, sounded over the loudspeaker. "Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome today's first combatants, Link and Zelda!" There was a huge cheer throughout the crowd as two funnels of light transported the aforementioned Smashers onto the stage. Sarah caught Link smile at Zelda and wish her good luck as Master Hand described the particulars of the battle. Over the roar of the crowd, Sarah thought she could hear the faint rumble of thunder and grimaced.
The battle began. Link moved toward the princess of his homeland and feinted right. Zelda fell for it, and got hit on her left before she could protect herself. From on the catwalk, Sarah could see the seven spheres glow breifly. Zelda recovered quickly and sent a ball of fire at Link, who dodged it. Sarah, enthralled in watching her two friends duke it out, missed the faint flickering of the lights as the summer storm approached.
Scanning the crowd, Sarah found the rest of the Smashketeers sitting in a section off to the side of the stands. All of them were dressed as casually as Marth, although Roy appeared to be wearing his gold and blue headband. It was hard to tell from this distance. She started to wave, but remebered that they could not see her, so well was the catwalk hidden from the audience's collective eye. Sarah sighed and sat back. It was lonely up here.
Suddenly, the lights flickered off completely, plunging the entire stadium into darkness. There was the tinkling sound of glass breaking in the silence that preluded the chaos, and a sharp, agonized scream was heard from the battle stage. Lightning flashed outside, and the lights flicked back on, revealing a macabre sight. Zelda slumped slowly to her knees, still crying out in agony, blood dripping from where Link's sword protruded out of her chest. Sarah's hands clutched the thin metal railings of the catwalk, turning her knuckles white, as she watched the sword tumble from Link's outstretched arm in utter horror.
KT - DA: hehehe..... please don't kill me for leaving it there.
Link: O.O How could you?! Zelda! Nooooo!
Roy: I....I can't believe it...
Marth: Oh, Milady...
Kudo Sorano: Pssh. I knew this would happen.
KT - DA: well, tell me what you think!
Roy: Oh my God!It lives!
Marth: Milady! Where on Earth have you been all this time?
KT - DA: Ah...well...erm...you see, I had writer's block really bad...
Link: pssh. Excuses mean nothing.
Roy: yeah, you've kept us waiting forever here! We want to know what's going on!
KT - DA: Relax, guys! My friend here, Kudo Sorano, helped me come up with this next bit.
Kudo Sorano: Hello. /sees Roy/ Holy... wow! /grabs onto Roy/ Can I have him?
Roy: Oh my...
KT - DA: sure. Just let him do the stuff first.
Roy: Wha-? oh, alright. Kuroi Tenshi - Dark Angel does not own Super Smash Brothers Melee or any of it's characters.
KT - DA: Right. Link, you next.
Link: We wish to thank everyone who has reviewed in all this great span of time, and congratulate you on your patience.
Marth: Milady! On to the chapter!
KT - DA: Right!
Getting Over Our Troubles - Spheres of Disaster
Sarah Holly stretched out her stiff back and neck. She shouldn't have let herself hunch over her work so much, but it was too late for regrets now. She sighed and picked up the item trap she had been fixing, pushing her bangs firmly behind her ear. She glanced at her watch as she straightened. It was nearing lunch time, and she was hungry. However, she wanted to finish all of her work before the afternoon battles started.
Hitting the transporter buttons absently, Sarah double checked that she had everything she needed to do the job properly. Master Hand had just yesterday shown her how to do it, and she didn't want to mess up something this important. The now-familiar light swept her away to the Fountain of Dreams stage. Sarah put her bag down on one of the platforms and set up her ladder. Once she was certain that it was up right, she picked up the bag and climbed up to the narrow catwalk that was above the stage. Master Hand had pointed out the fact that there was no permanent ladder access to the catwalk, a mistake the builders had made. Sarah didn't mind. It just meant less chance of Ganondorf and his gang cheating, since the ladder she was using at the moment was kept locked in the Item Closet.
Sarah edged along the metal walkway until she found the ring attached to the bottom. Here, she set down her bag yet again and reached down to pull the ring up. It was large and cumbersome on the suspended catwalk, but she managed it. She flipped the ring over and set it on her lap. On the bottom of the ring were what looked like seven glass spheres. Sarah knew better, though. The spheres were one of the best technological advances made from the original tournament.
As she worked to replace the old spheres with new ones, she thought over what Master Hand had told her about them. They were the system that allowed the Smashers to hit eachother with everything they had and still not get hurt more than a little sting now and then. Wounds were almost completely eliminated. The spheres took in the pain from a small chip that was placed behind each Smasher's ear prior to his battle. After the battle finished, the pain waves stored in the spheres were converted into harmless photons, then dissipated into the outside air. Sarah wasn't completely sure how they worked, but she remembered Roy mentioning something about them being full of microscopic nanomachines that did the conversions.
Each sphere could only operate for five battles before it wore out, which was when Sarah would have to swap them with new ones. She made sure that the last sphere was screwed in as tightly as possible before she swung the metal ring back over the side of the catwalk. Picking up her now-empty bag, she moved back to the ladder and climbed down.
Sarah walked into the nearly empty Dining Hall after having washed up and moved immediately to the food line. The resident cook seemed to have lost the breif fervor he had gained on finding out that Sarah could cook musch better than he. He had set out only a platter of sandwiches again, along with the usual basket of fruit on each table. Sarah helped herself and sat down at the table to eat in silence.
As she was finishing her last bite, her cell phone rang from her jeans pocket, making her jump. Grumbling a bit about frightening equipment, she fished it out and flipped it open.
"Hello?"
"Sarah? I have a new job for you," Master Hand's voice said. "Are you available for managing crowds entering the stadium this afternoon?"
Sarah wondered why he was asking her, since he was the one who scheduled everything, but didn't question him. "Sure, I can do that. Is someone else not able to make it?"
"Yes, Ganondorf was scheduled to do it, but he's called to say he doesn't feel too good," Master Hand said.
Sarah wasn't aware that Ganondorf had ever felt particularly good. She groaned at her unintentional pun. "Sure thing, Master Hand. I'll do it," she said, and hung up the phone.
"Sarah! There you are!" Came a shout from behind Sarah as she stood. Turning, she saw Link and Roy enter the Dining Hall, looking out of breath.
"Ha! I told you she'd be here! Getting ready to bake desserts again, no doubt," Roy said, jabbing Link in the ribs playfully. Link looked upset at his apparent loss.
Sarah laughed at her friends. "No, Roy, I'm not. Master Hand just called me and asked me to take over crowd management for Ganon. That's where I'm headed right now," She said, smiling at the redhead's falling face.
Link looked positively gleeful. "There, you see? I was right, you were wrong! Take that!"
"Actually, you're both right, and you're both wrong. Before Master Hand called, I was going to bake. so," Sarah grinned. "Was there anything else you wanted? Because I've got to go to work." And with that, she brushed past them into the hallway.
Sarah had been working crowd control for half an hour when her eyes stumbled upon those familiar deep, sad blue ones again. She smiled at him in greeting, thinking how she always seemed to run into him at odd moments.
"Hello, Marth. What are you doing out here? Do you have a battle today?" She asked calmly, her tone belying her fluttering heart.
Marth smiled softly at her. "No, I don't. I just saw you and thought you could use a little help." It was only then that Sarah realized that Marth was not wearing his royal blue fighting outfit. Instead, he was wearing a green T-shirt and blue jeans. His golden crown was nowhere to be seen.
"Yes, help would be nice. Thanks Marth," she said, reaching out to take another specator's tickets.
Marth took control of another teller, and the line of people waiting to get in split in two. Finally, when everyone was inside the stadium, Sarah left to take up her in-battle post on the catwalks. With a last smile over her shoulder at Marth, she was gone up the stairs. Sarah noted how dark the sky was starting to get off in the distance, and hoped that it didn't come toward them. At least, not until the battles were over. Sarah turned her mind to other, more important things.
The first battle of the day was Link against Zelda, in a 12 stock battle. Master Hand had briefly explained to her how those worked, what with getting the Smashers back onto the stage right away, but the information had gone in one ear and out the other. Sarah moved along the metal walkway until she was above the Fountain of Dreams, and set up her post. People poured into the stadium, chattering and laughing and sounding excited in general. Sarah thought she could see some of her school friends from her position, but wasn't sure.
After a while, the announcer's voice, which was none other than Master Hand, sounded over the loudspeaker. "Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome today's first combatants, Link and Zelda!" There was a huge cheer throughout the crowd as two funnels of light transported the aforementioned Smashers onto the stage. Sarah caught Link smile at Zelda and wish her good luck as Master Hand described the particulars of the battle. Over the roar of the crowd, Sarah thought she could hear the faint rumble of thunder and grimaced.
The battle began. Link moved toward the princess of his homeland and feinted right. Zelda fell for it, and got hit on her left before she could protect herself. From on the catwalk, Sarah could see the seven spheres glow breifly. Zelda recovered quickly and sent a ball of fire at Link, who dodged it. Sarah, enthralled in watching her two friends duke it out, missed the faint flickering of the lights as the summer storm approached.
Scanning the crowd, Sarah found the rest of the Smashketeers sitting in a section off to the side of the stands. All of them were dressed as casually as Marth, although Roy appeared to be wearing his gold and blue headband. It was hard to tell from this distance. She started to wave, but remebered that they could not see her, so well was the catwalk hidden from the audience's collective eye. Sarah sighed and sat back. It was lonely up here.
Suddenly, the lights flickered off completely, plunging the entire stadium into darkness. There was the tinkling sound of glass breaking in the silence that preluded the chaos, and a sharp, agonized scream was heard from the battle stage. Lightning flashed outside, and the lights flicked back on, revealing a macabre sight. Zelda slumped slowly to her knees, still crying out in agony, blood dripping from where Link's sword protruded out of her chest. Sarah's hands clutched the thin metal railings of the catwalk, turning her knuckles white, as she watched the sword tumble from Link's outstretched arm in utter horror.
KT - DA: hehehe..... please don't kill me for leaving it there.
Link: O.O How could you?! Zelda! Nooooo!
Roy: I....I can't believe it...
Marth: Oh, Milady...
Kudo Sorano: Pssh. I knew this would happen.
KT - DA: well, tell me what you think!