The Missing Note! The Song of the Infinity Pirates Play!
"Git out of me way!" shouted Mikoto sweeping his hand signaling for the man to move out of his way, "all three of ya!"
" I think you must be mistaken. You really are my chagrin. My boss is sleeping in, so let our fight begin " shouted the man in his usually rap-like style.
"Are yus nutz?" said Mikoto, "I can't understand a wurd that you are sayin'."
"Hhmmm!" said the man with an unsatisfactory grunt, "let me introduce myself to you and your pop! My music and me aren't no flop! Me and my crew we evaded many a cop! My name is the one, the only, HIP-HOP!"
"Well, sip-sop," said Mikoto with a slur, "get out of my way or…or…" Mikoto grabbed his stomach as he started to feel nauseous. He could feel his lunch coming up. Great…Sage's cooking tasted great the first time, the second time…not so much.
"Dislike my rap, do you? The sound waves create a lot of noise that they do. They disrupt hearing and make people puke, too!" shouted Hip-Hop keeping up with his usually ranting.
Mikoto crashed to the floor. Vertigo, nausea, loud noise. It reminds him of Ridley, crap, he's going to pass out with that traitor in his mind…what a way to go. As a matter of fact the music sounds kind of like his. Not the rapping beat at all, but the underlying music…it was subtle but it was there. Mikoto's dog-like ears could pick it up…even under the trash of Hip-Hop's music.
"What's with the awful racket?" said a voice as he came in through the window and landed on the ground. A guitar was strapped to his back and a green Mohawk sat on top of his head. "I came here following a mutt. And yet the only thing I hear is a drowning cat."
"A party crasher with a green Mohawk!" shouted Hip-Hop jumping back with surprise, "people may look at you and gawk, but to me you look all walk with no talk!"
"Talking?" asked Ridley with a smile, "I don't like talking, not by far. I joined a pirate crew to become a star. We are here to set the bar, and to be honest you just aren't on par."
"Keep talking me down and you will see," shouted Hip-Hop, "just how frightful I can be! Just wait until after a few rounds with me! Then you'll see, you'll be forced to agree!"
"Keep talking you big ol' wind bag," said Ridley as he bent down next to Mikoto, "I've got a friend here who took your crew on stag. Besides I don't like to go on and brag, but you seem like a total drag."
"The rhyming thing is my shtick," said Hip-Hop with increased fury, "so, sit back with your guitar pick. Cause its your ass I'm about to kick!"
"Sorry, man," said Ridley as he picked Mikoto up and gave him a leg to stand on, "I just need to know something." He turned his attention to Mikoto, "Why are we here?"
"Are you back on the crew?" asked Mikoto as he tried to slump back down onto the floor in a drunken state.
"Ask the crew if they'll have me back," said Ridley, "my answer will be their answer."
"What?" asked Mikoto, "I can't handle…much. I'm drunk."
"I can see," said Ridley as he tapped his chin, "tell you what. I'll say yes now, and no when you ask me again, okay?"
"Sure!" said Mikoto, "but didn't your father poison you…aren't you going to die? Why did you come back?"
"Can we leave the important business talk for a time when we aren't facing down an enemy…or when you are not drunk? Just tell me why am I going to fight this fool."
"Sure!" said Mikoto, "glad to have you back. These creeps took Sage…I think. I don't know…for sure. I think they did."
"You think?" asked Ridley as he sighed and hung his head, "I got into a fight because a drunken idiot THINKS something. Fine. I'll take this fool; I'll join up with you in ten minutes when I kick this guy's butt. We'll find out if they really did take Sage."
"Sage?" asked Hip-Hop, "the young girl about 17 of age? We took off of the main stage, locked her up in steel cage, and threw her backstage." He said pointing over his shoulder and at the door leading to the stairs behind him.
Ridley smiled. "That's all the motivation, I need. Get going, demi-dog." He pushed Mikoto forward, Mikoto broke out into the fastest pace a drunken man can run. Hip-Hop watched Mikoto walk past him and down the stairs. "Thanks for letting him past," said Ridley as he pulled his guitar off of his back, "I appreciate your kindness."
"I don't like to fight drunken men," said Hip-Hop, "its like picking on helpless citizens. There's just ain't any fun."
"Amen," said Ridley, "you want the first note in our battle song? Or should I start us off?"
"I always said ladies first," said Hip-Hop, "so, come on, bring your worst!"
"Might as well, after all my worst is still better then you!" shouted Ridley, "let's start this swan song of yours off on a high note! 100 Decibels!" Ridley started to play an advance chord of music on his guitar at a very high pitch. The music blasted through the room and slammed into Hip-Hop causing him to be taken back a bit.
Hip-Hop pulled a microphone out of his pocket. He had two large speakers posted to his back. The microphone had long wire that went around and attached to both of them. "My swan song he said! I'm a little afraid that he's got a big head! I'm going to have to put you to bed!" His voice was amplified through the speakers creating a devastating effect of sound that knocked Ridley back. The sound waves were tearing the wood in the room straight off of the floor and the walls.
"Nice sound you got," said Ridley as he continued to play his song through on his guitar, "I'm afraid I might get drowned out, so what do you say if I crank it up a bit! 150 Decibels!" Ridley cranked his guitar up to the next level and kept playing with an increased vigor.
"Do whatever you want! Go for a run, take a jaunt! You can't beat me, I'm a musical savant!" shouted Hip-Hop into his microphone sending another blast of sound out and careening towards Ridley.
"Try again!" shouted Ridley, "your crap, I mean rap, doesn't even hold a candle to my inferno of artistic vision! Ballad Melodic Lance!" A ball of pure focused sound started to form in front of Ridley from his intense playing bouncing off of the walls and reconnecting in one place. With one final strum of his guitar he sent the blast of the pure noise out at Hip-Hop.
Hip-Hop crumpled under the attack and coughed up some blood. "Nice…try. I spent years subjecting myself to my own music at the highest volume to the point an average person's brain would fry! I built up an immunity to it, so now you will die!" He started to do some scat into his microphone which only lead to the further destruction of the room.
"Listening to your music for years…that must've been pure torture," said Ridley with a slight chuckle. "Too bad for you, my artistic ability far outweighs the ability of your pathetic noise making." Ridley continued to play on his guitar trying to find a sound opening in his opponent's defense. As the fight dragged on he started to doubt more and more that he would be able to join up with Mikoto in ten minutes.
"Noise making! Boy, does that sting! You ain't no king of the sing! I'll show you something!" Hip-Hop screamed into his microphone, loud enough that when it was amplified by his speakers that they started to blow the wood on the floor straight off and flung them off at Ridley.
"Stand back and let me take a swing!" said Ridley as he swung his guitar out and at the boards breaking multiple ones in two. One of the boards bypassed his swing and dug one of the nails that were sticking out straight into his left cheek, drawing blood. Ridley cursed and grabbed his cheek, "Its only just a ding."
"There you go, stealing my thing," said Hip-Hip in his usual uproar, "this attack will make your head ring! Here's my music, but just a sampling!" His music blared back over his speakers making the room a dangerous place filled with multiple incoherent sayings and songs blasting around at high speeds. Ridley ignored the noise and charged straight for Hip-Hop.
"The closer you get, the louder the noise that I emit!" shouted Hip-Hop, "but there's no need to fret, this fight ain't over with yet!"
"Wanna bet!" asked Ridley as he swung his guitar aiming straight for Hip-Hop's head. His guitar smashed straight into the man's black glasses, breaking them and shattering the plastic into multiple tiny shards. Hip-Hop was thrown backwards and skidded a few feet across the floor. He only stopped when his head bumped into the wall. "See ya, but I gotta jet!" Ridley turned around and was about to bolt down the same stairs Mikoto disappeared around when the music started to play again.
"Whadda I say about stealin' my shtick?" said Hip-Hop standing up again, "You and your songs make me sick! So, I'm going to make this quick! You may think you are real slick, but you ain't going to save that chick. You are a real dipstick."
"That skull of yours is really thick," said Ridley with a smirk.
"Its harder then even brick," said Hip-Hop returning the smile.
"I'm going to make sure this clicks," said Ridley as he started to pace around the room, "that girl down there, that 'chick', is OUR crew's first-pick. If you wanna stand in our way and be a prick, go ahead you rapping hick, because your butt's the one that's about to get kicked."
"That was a little overdone," said Hip-Hop following Ridley with his eyes,, "you just went ahead and ruined my fun. Because guess what bro, I am number one! No one, and I mean none, is going to walk away from me and say 'I won'!" He ended up starting to follow Ridley around with their eyes locked.
"You little son o' a gun!" said Ridley with a chuckle, "You got me! Boy, was I stunned. I should just pack my bags and run. Leave here while I'm alive, see the sun, marry a nun, call her hun, eat an onion bun, have a son, and most importantly, play a ton!"
"You are a funny guy," said Hip-Hop, "beating you will make me cry, but I'll still leave you high and dry. I guess what I'm trying to imply is that you are going to die. Come on now let me hear your reply, or are you just to shy?"
"Naw, I just got something in my eye," said Ridley, "but tell you what I'll try. I'm not just going to comply, I'm going to work my hardest and defy. That's just how I get by. I love to be in the sun and just lie, looking up watching the clouds in the deep blue sky. But other then that only other thing I can say is…" Hip-Hop took one more step to follow Ridley and felt nothing beneath his feet. He fell straight the hole their loud and constant music created by ripping the floorboards straight up and landed onto the next floor, one whole story beneath them. "Goodbye!" The sound of the impact could be heard from even outside the ship. Hip-Hop's body slumped as he fell unconscious.
Ridley spun his guitar around once more and strapped it to his back, "that was way too easy." He looked around to find the stairs that would lead him to the same room Mikoto was in and found it blocked by an unbelievably huge gorge in the floor. "Crap…I wanted to see Sage's face when she finds out I'm back. She'll probably burst into tears and smile, after all I always was her favorite!" Ridley sat down and left his feet hanging off the floor as he chuckled to himself, "I can't even say that with a straight face."
(-With Mikoto-)
Mikoto stumbled down the last couple steps and onto the floor. He was slumped over, his eyes half-shut about to fall asleep. He groggily looked around from his space on the floor to see Sage sitting in a chair with a man in a purple mink coat on one side and a lady, whose breasts were her most prominent feature, on the other side.
"Mikoto!" shouted Sage from her spot in the chair. Her only answer was Mikoto's legs sprawling out all over the floor in a spastic fashion.
The Purple Pimp! The Drunken Coyote!
The Poor Cook!
Da Da Da DAAAAA! Ridley is back (or is he?), what happened to him during his week or two by himself, find out soon (not for like two or three chapters)! Also special thanks to A. Fox who sent me Hip-Hop!
Wait, a second…Do you hear that? Get real quiet…yup, its what I think it is. IT IS THE SOUND OF YOU VOTING FOR YOUR FAVORITE DOCTOR! The 'What Doctor Should Join the Infinity Pirates' Poll is now up on my profile page! If you want more details on the pirates (including their full profile, the crew's take on them, and what they are doing right now) message me (preferably before you vote).