And I'm back with another chappie~!
Big thankies to those four super-awesome reviews!
Kesesesese~! Anywho, enjoy!
And I'll give Marth a British accent when he's speaking English :P
Cuz I wanna.
A groan suddenly came from the field.
The two jumped up and looked around wildly before realizing that the sound came from where Pit first landed. The winged brunette ran, curious as to who groaned and eager to help. Red just sighed and hoped that they weren't getting themselves into too much trouble. As if they weren't in enough freaking trouble already.
Pit gasped and stopped, then started clawing at his scarf as if it was trying to strangle him. Then he gave a small, barely audible whisper.
"Pittoo?" His companion glanced at him in concern. Pit almost never got like this...
Red shook off the thought and ran towards the figure in the grass and stared at it in shock. He looked almost exactly like Pit, except that he had black hair, black wings, and that his clothes generally consisted of black and a little gold. They looked like freaking twins!
The angel looked worried, startled and somewhat scared. He waved a hand in front of Dark Pit's face, looking for a response. The latter's eyelids fluttered a bit before opening a little, then closing again to block out the sunlight. He growled something inaudible before wincing in pain, which made Pit even more concerned. Then the dark angel then opened his eyes and grumbled.
"Confound it all, Pit. Get out of my line of sight. Can't I at least scout out where I am?"
Pit sighed in relief and Red raised an eyebrow. The Pikachu/Pokémon Trainer pointed at Dark Pit before muttering something to his friend. Pit shook his head, and Dark Pit sat up before cringing. His head was pounding, and his leg and wing felt odd... What in blazes happened? He decided to speak up.
"Where are we? The last thing I remember is flying over a lake before suddenly passing out. And who's that thing next to you?" He then smirked and commented: "And what happened to your wings? They fall off after you stayed away from Skyworld too long?"
It didn't take long for Pit to snap back, and neither noticed that Jason was inspecting Pitoo.
"No Ptooey, if you can even think straight anymore! Who knows what happened? Well I damn well don't, for one thing! You can't even remember what even happened to you?!"
"Stop calling me that! Well, at least I can clearly remember that I suddenly blacked out on a Tuesday in Subspace, Skyworld, to be exact!" Pit suddenly blanched. His counterpart only continued ranting. "If anyone's brainless, it's you, Mr. Annoying."
Red interrupted their argument. "Bad news, Dark Pit- Well, I think that's his name- twisted a wing and nearly broke his left leg. He's not going anywhere."
If he'd been drinking anything, he would've had a spit take. Dark Pit spluttered. "WHAT?!" How'd that happen? I don't eve-" He yelped in pain when the Pikachu tapped his injured leg. Jason gave him a stern look.
Pit was stammering, attempting to form a sentence, before Jason reverted back to the foul mood he was in earlier.
"Spit it out, dammit!"
"B-but- w-w-w-waaaaaa..."
"SPIT IT OUT OR I'LL RIP YOUR WINGS OFF WITH MY BARE HANDS."
Dark Pit was now in the process of nursing his leg, which throbbed painfully and was dotted with painful-looking bruises. He looked at the argument in disinterest, observing the two friends fighting. He was still pretty pissed, and the injuries weren't helping with his foul mood. He was trying hard to ignore the sarcastic comment that was on the tip of his tongue.
Pit finally decided to stop stuttering and form a coherent sentence.
"Wasn't it Friday when we got zapped here?"
Dark Pit gaped. "The F_ck?"
Then he spouted a flurry of the most colorful words he knew which would have even made a sailor cry. In about five different languages.
I know.
Holy crap.
Pit covered his ears while muttering "happy place, happy place" And Jason was looking quite disturbed about the fit that Kuro was having.
It would take quite some time until he calms down.
Well, unless he was stopped short. Which he was.
There was a flash of blue light and a bit of smoke, Jason could've sworn he saw some sparkles.
A figure in a dark blue cloak stepped out, face hidden by a hood, with an all-too-familiar-looking gold tiara on it. blue tunic, fingerless elbow-length gloves, white pants, brown boots.
"Hello Pitoo, looks like you finally snapped out whatever bloody spell was cast on you for three days and a half. I mean, you took over an entire kingdom in two days. Near impossible, if you ask me..." The figure took off the hood, revealing blue eyes and hair, combed down neatly.
PIT has fainted!
JASON is shocked!
DARK PIT is confused!
It was Marth.
Or maybe not. "Marth" didn't seem to recognize them, and the Marth back home wasn't really able to speak English all that well. The doppelganger looked confused at the trio's reactions.
"Why are you gits staring at me like that? Do I have something on my face? Why is the sorcerer that rid us of the mind-controlled wanker unconscious? Can anyone explain?"
Jason was the first to snap out of his silent stupor, register what the Marth look-alike said. He ran to the river they fell in earlier with a bucket that came from nowhere, filled it with water, ran back and dumped it over Pit. The angel woke up with a (manly) screech of "DEAR PALUTENA!" and looked around frantically before settling with glaring at his friend when the Pikachu pointed at "Marth", raising an eyebrow. Pit let out another scream upon which everyone winced and started panicking.
"DEAR PALUTENA HELP US WE DRAGGED MARTH IN TOO AND HE'S GONNA BITCH AT US SO BADLY FOR GETTING HIM INTO THIS MESS!"
Marth himself looked taken aback and mildly- no strike that, VERY insulted at that. He put his hands on his hips and scowled.
"And here I wanted to thank you for temporarily disabling the Fallen Angel of the East and freeing the Pikmin. And letting Sir Olimar regain the throne. But then again, never min-"
"WHAT?!"
Everybody looked over to the source of the noise, which was Dark Pit. "I DON'T REMEMBER ANYTHING ABOUT BEING THIS FALLEN ANGEL! WHAT THE HELL!"
Marth snorted and grumbled something about memory/mind-control spells and crossed his arms.
Pit was still trying to process what the Marth look-alike had just said. Then it hit him.
"Does that mean that I nearly broke his leg and twisted his wing?"
Dark Pit jolted upright and glared at Pit. If looks could kill, then the angel would have died around 20 times. Good thing he didn't, I still need him for the story.
Marth frowned. "You two know each other?"
Both angels nodded. "Sadly" Dark Pit added.
"And you didn't really want to attack him?" He asked to Pit. The angel only shrugged and smiled sheepishly. Kuro was still glaring daggers at him.
Conveniently, Jason decided to interrupt and introduce himself to "Marth", seeing he didn't recognize anyone but Dark Pit.
"Hello, I'm Jason, Pokémon trainer from Pallet town. My friend Pit and I have accidentally landed here for unknown reasons and we need help getting home." Marth whirled around, startled, as if he didn't notice that poor Jason was even standing there, or at least forgot he was there. He raised an eyebrow.
"Pokémon trainer? But you're a Pokémon yourself..." The Pikachu groaned and facepalmed.
"That's the problem." he grumbled. "I was turned into one when we arrived here." Marth nodded apologetically.
"Then I believe I should introduce myself as well." The two waited for the angels to stop quarreling. Then Marth cleared his throat and began to speak.
"I am Prince Marth Lowell of the Land of the North, Emblemria. I am more commonly known as The Good Prince of the North or Marth. You three seem to be unfamiliar with these lands, so I'll give a short recap. There are five different lands, The Land of the South, Hyrule, The Land of the West, Subspace, which is currently off-limits to travelers, The Land of the North, which I already mentioned, The Land of the South, where you currently are, is the land of Miscallan, and the heart of this country is known as Smashville. There should be more land beyond, but that is cut off from us by a large desert that is nearly impossible to cross... We almost never get visitors from beyond the bloody desert."
Pit stared blankly, processing the very long speech. He then pointed at Dark Pit, who was still seething and asked:
"So we got across a desert virtually no one can cross, Pitoo was brainwashed, mind-controlled and forced to rule over a kingdom with an iron fist which he conquered unusually quickly?"
Marth nodded, rolling his eyes. "I would have come faster and vanquished him myself if The Hero of the South hadn't held me up or heard of it sooner. But I believe that would've been a bad idea because you two quarrel quite a bit like siblings."
"SHUT IT, PRINCESS!"
"I'm not related to Pitoo!"
The two angels yelled their complaints simultaneously and Jason rolled his eyes. Marth's eyes narrowed at the "princess" comment, and began to consider roundhouse kicking Dark Pit's head.
"Now do you want to get back to wherever you came from or not?"
Jason and Pit nodded, Dark Pit rolled his eyes.
"And I suppose that your fallen angel friend" He glared at said black-clothed angel pointedly and continued. "Must also come along, but can't because of his leg and wing?"
Dark Pit scowled and nodded.
And what happened next was entirely unexpected.
Marth whipped out his sword and began drawing complicated-looking patterns on the ground around Pitoo. After he did that, the put up his hood and began chanting in what seemed to be Japanese and the area around the angel began glowing, before said angel's body slowly shrank down to the size of Palutena's Bow.
To be exact, he WAS Palutena's Bow.
PIT and JASON are shocked!
DARK PIT is confused and infuriated!
Yeah. I should stop doing that.
Marth looked completely unfazed and pointed to a yellow sidewalk, as if he did that on a regular basis. Which he probably does.
"Take the sidewalk and don't leave the path, it should lead you blokes to Smashville. The Wizard should be able to help you, since the Wizard of Brawl's supposed to be the strongest of us all."
The captain of Palutena's guard ran over to the bow and snatched it up before attaching it to his belt. The bow quivered angrily and screamed curses at him.
Jason continued to stare.
Marth crossed his arms and tapped his foot, before stepping forwards and handing Pit a pair of gauntlets as an afterthought.
The angel stared at them, ignoring Dark Pit's muffled yells of anger and complaints. He glanced up at Marth. The prince yawned. Gauntlets. Marth. Gauntlets. Marth. Gauntlets.
"PUT THEM ON ALREADY OR I'LL EAT YOUR ENTIRE SUPPLY OF JELLYBEANS."
Pit screamed and hurriedly put them on, begging Red to stay away from his "precious jelly beans, they're limited edition!"
Marth facepalmed and snapped.
"DEAR KAMI-SAMA, YOU SODDING GITS CAN'T DO ANYTHING RIGHT! I'M COMING WITH YOU!"
He then promptly turned into a silver circlet and landed on Pit's head. Everybody went silent.
Jason stared at the circlet, then at the bow. Glance at Pit.
The angel suddenly fist-pumped, ear-splitting grin on his face.
"C'mon, let's go! What're we waiting for? Let's get back, pronto!"
Dark Pit and Jason groaned. This was gonna be a LONG journey.
DEAR PALUTENA I FINALLY FINISHED.
*collapses*
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^J^ Scales out!