Now to food and friends...
She walked into the main room and over to the elevators. Pressing the 'up' arrow she stepped back and watched it glow. The doors opened and she waited as a boy with angel wings stepped out, smiled at her, and walked off. Stepping inside she found she was instantly followed by a young woman with a tight blue suit that all too clearly showed her athletic form. Her hair was pulled back in a long blond ponytail.
"Can I join you?" she asked shortly, but her voice implied it wasn't a question and she calmly pressed the number 'six'. At least it was the same floor Sheik wanted to go to anyway.
"Name's Samus. What's yours, dudett?"
"Sheik."
"Weird. You an official brawler or a DLC?"
"Official." Sheik didn't like Samus' lax, pompous tone, but this was definitely a woman more her style than a girly girl like Peach seemed to be.
"Hm. Lookin' forward to brawling?"
Sheik nodded. "Yes."
"I am too. Mostly because I'm pretty confident I'm going to win." Samus studied Sheik's mask through narrowed blue eyes and raised an eyebrow. "You a ninja or something?"
"No."
"Hm. Don't talk much. Care to explain?"
"No."
"Well then. You look athletic."
"I should hope so."
Samus smirked. "Right? What's with the mask?"
"Anything wrong with being mysterious?"
"Not at all. By the way, my full name would be Zero-Suit Samus. I've got a twin who wears a robotic suit."
Sheik raised an eyebrow. "Oh?"
"Yeah. I'm braver, but hey, she's got different moves and still pretty cool. Good enough to get in as an official character anyway."
The doors opened and Sheik stepped out, Samus following. "Where you headed, Sheik?"
"Dining Room."
Samus smirked again. "Same. Don't like being late, huh?"
"It's better than missing a meal."
"You said it. These rules are harsh. Understandable, but harsh all the same." The blonde suddenly whistled. "What a place."
Sheik entered behind her and gazed about at the tables and chairs that filled the large room, like a restaurant. At the far end was a U shaped counter that would probably end up being a buffet.
"Here," said Samus, motioning to a seat next to one she had already taken.
Sheik wanted to refuse. She hated being beholden to anyone, and right now she would feel beholden to Samus for being a little friendly, since Sheik actually did want friends.
"She doesn't know what I'm really like," Sheik muttered softly, and took her seat.
"Where are you from?" she asked quickly.
Samus shrugged. "Place you've never heard of, trust me. Star Space.
"Others from your same town here?"
"Sure. Guy named Falcon and a few animals. They talk, by the way. We've got talking animals where we come from."
"Oh."
"You?"
"Three that I know of. Link, Zelda, Ganondorf."
"Ganondorf? Weird name. Like yours. Not that Samus is exactly common." She gave a chuckle.
"Why'd you want to come to Super Smash Bros 4?" asked Sheik.
"Oh, I'm good at a lot of things and I just thought it was a good chance to prove it." Samus smirked. "And I wanted a new boyfriend."
Sheik raised an amused eyebrow. "I wonder how many other young women here share your same view."
"Quite a few I'll wager," she returned, leaning comfortably back in her chair.
A man entered the room, his blonde hair in spikes, his cool blue eyes scanning the room. He nodded at them and sat down at a table by the wall.
"No need to be stranger," said Samus. "You'll be spending the next year or more working with us anyway."
"I'm good," he answered.
"Name?"
"Cloud."
"Samus. This is Sheik."
Cloud nodded shortly and then took out his phone, clearly signifying he wasn't much for conversation.
The doors opened again and this time it was the sword people Sheik had noticed when she and Link had first come in. One of the young men had white hair, and so did one of the females, although hers was longer. By the identical clothing Sheik guessed them to be twins. The remaining female had blue hair that was slightly darker than one of the male's blue hair, but the man's was neater and shiny. The third man was huge and burly, his arms bare and clearly exposing his large muscles. His hair was a strange purple-blue. The last man seemed the youngest of them all, and the most pleasant. His hair was a brilliant red.
Samus said nothing and Sheik said nothing and the six people said nothing. Finally the red haired one stepped forward and put out his hand to Samus, who took it and shook.
"I'm Roy."
"Zero-Suit Samus."
"Nice to meet you. These are my friends. Lucina, Robin F, Robin M, Marth, and Ike."
Samus nodded at them and Sheik did as well.
"Your name?" asked Roy, turning to her.
"Sheik."
"Is that a boy's name or a girl's name?" He grinned embarrassedly.
"I don't know."
"Are you…"
"She's a girl," interrupted Samus. "Find a seat, ya'll."
"Thank you," said Marth. He was the blue haired man, and he pulled out a chair for Robin F, the white haired female, who took her seat, and then for Lucina, the blue haired one, who sat as well. The males sat down and Marth began the conversation.
"Where do you hail from?"
Samus blinked. "Come from? I'm from Star Space."
"Tri Force," said Sheik.
"Emblem," answered Marth. "All of us."
"You two related?" asked Samus, nodding at the twins.
"Just met," answered Robin F, and then grinned. "Yes. We're twins. He's older by five minutes."
"You two related?" Samus continued, motioning to the two bluenetts.
"Very distantly," answered Marth immediately.
"But we're still related," Lucina eagerly added. "Marth is the best swordsman from our city."
"So you were pretty certain you'd make it in?" asked Samus.
"Tolerably confident," he answered shortly.
"I copy all his sword moves, so I was able to get in too," Lucina broke in, giving a quick smile and casting adoring eyes at Marth, who shifted uncomfortably in his seat.
"What's with the purple hair?" Samus asked the big burly man; Ike.
"It's blue," he answered shortly.
Sheik blinked in surprise. His pleasant voice was deep and even and didn't at all match his looks. His eyebrows seemed to be frowning and his muscles and firm mouth gave him an intimidating appearance, but his tone seemed nice.
"You guys all use swords?"
"Yes," they answered simultaneously and Robin F and Lucina giggled.
"Robin F and I both have tomes as well," Robin M added. "You guys?"
"I've got a whip," answered Samus, and smirked.
"You'll see at the first brawl," Sheik answered, folding her arms.
"What's with the mask?" asked Roy.
"My face is with the mask," she answered coldly.
"Ha, ha. Seriously."
"I'm a ninja with red eyes," she snapped.
"Good grief. I couldn't have made you mad already," he answered, frowning at her.
"You like your room?" asked Robin F.
"Yes."
"That's nice. I'm going to have trouble keeping mine neat, being a messy person myself, but… hey, I can manage…" She broke off and twisted her head to stare at the door as the rest of the brawlers began to arrive.
Through the strange mix of animals and people Sheik briefly spotted Ganondorf, solemnly walking with his usual heavy tread over to a corner booth. She licked her lips, took a deep breath, and nodded at Samus. "I'm going to go talk to my friend." She nodded at the 'Emblem table' and wove her way through the throng and over to Ganondorf.
He didn't look up as she approached and she gave a quiet cough and sat silently down across from him. "Hey, Ganondorf."
He glanced up and one thick orange eyebrow raised briefly. "Sheik."
She could have fallen over. It was fascinating that Ganondorf knew her name. How strange. She had always been quiet and in the background and he had never been a forward person either. Was there something in that?
Sheik shook her head to clear it and folded her arms. "Met any friends?"
"I'd be surprised if you had."
"Maybe I have, maybe I haven't. Time will tell. Did you see Link?"
"Yes. Who could miss him?"
"Zelda?"
"No."
"Over there by that pink dressed girl."
"Oh, yeah. Princess Peach."
Sheik felt a stab of jealously. "So you did meet somebody."
"We exchanged letters before."
Sheik's eyebrows rose. "What? She was your pen pal? Does she remember you?"
"She'll remember my name, but I only recognized her from surfing the web for an image. It's easy to find a princess, but I never sent her a picture of me, and it's harder to find an inconsequential man from Tri Force."
"Hm. You're no inconsequential man if you're here."
"You think you have consequence among all these brawlers of higher standing than you?"
Sheik glared at him. "I have all the consequence I need. I'm unique."
"I would agree," he answered, nodding at her mask.
"And you have green skin."
"You have peach skin."
"You have orange hair."
"You have blonde hair."
"You're stocky."
"You're skinny."
"You have horns."
"You have a red mark on your chin."
Sheik gasped. "How do you know?"
He didn't smile; Ganondorf never smiled, but she could see brief amusement glinting in his eyes. "Well do you?"
"You'll never know, smarty pants." She wasn't pleased that he was aware why she wore a mask, but at least it was a productive conversation. They had had a conversation exactly like this three years before, all about being unique, and she had started with his skin color and he had answered back, and she had ended up winning with the 'horns' line. Somehow he had figured out her 'deformity' and so had a comeback.
"When you are ready, come and take your food," said a voice.
Sheik twisted in her seat to see the hand float in. "No pushing. No shoving. In an orderly fashion, take your food, and sit down."
The hand left as it had come; silently, and a general murmur began as the few bravest smashers stood and started up to be first in line.
I just realized... Is that how you spell Ganondorf?