Origins: Quinn
In the multiverse, many deities were believed in and subsequently worshipped. However, in each corner of the multiverse, some fringe scholars believed in "Creators" a group of sentient beings who have sculpted every aspect of the multiverse to reflect the adventures they imagine. However, there was one place where Creators were believed in almost universally. The capital of this planet was the tropical Wuhu Island, and its populace was simply known as Miis. Wuhu Island had become the center of trade and commerce in the multiverse around the time of the Duel Tournament, when its champions Hart Bromeister and Plum, captain of the Mii Police Force, were chosen to represent their ilk in the tournament. As a result of that exposure, so people from all over began to flock to Wuhu. As people from all over the multiverse enjoyed the sports and recreation Wuhu Island had to offer, these tourists had picked up on the Miis' religious tendencies Rumor quickly spread that the Miis were crafted in the image of the Creators by the Creators themselves, although most Miis, who were humble, laid-back people, would never affirm such narcissistic nonsense, preferring to simply enjoy life with their neighbors, and have a good time doing it.
However, here in the present time, there was one Mii who had reason to be anxious and concerned. His name was Quinn Marmaduke, and he was a student of the Hart Bromeister Brawler School, opened by the former Smasher after his heroics in a near cataclysmic incident had ended his fighting career. Now, here Quinn was after a month-long series of lucky wins, finding himself in the finals of a school-wide, single-elimination tournament. There had been tournaments of this format before, usually to signal the end of a term or a major holiday. However, this was without a doubt the biggest tournament in the school's history, all because of the prize, which was the honor of representing the school in the Smash Brothers Ultimate Tournament, taking Hart's spot on the roster. Quinn had been the talk of the town, as a middle-ranked member of the "average joe" team, Red Team, he had surpassed several high ranked members of his own team as well as the notoriously lackluster Green team, the second-tier blue team, and the elite Yellow Team In a few hours, Quinn would take on his opponent, the very reason why the Yellow Team was the highest-ranked in the school, Matt Hennig, the team's captain. Matt was objectively the best fighter, nay, the best athlete at school. Whatever the task, whether it was as intensive as hand to hand combat, or something as low-key as a game of horseshoes, Matt's technique was immaculate, and he was unbeatable. What's more, it had been that way since the dawn of the original Wii Sports league, to the point where Matt was known as "Matt from Wii Sports," And Quinn would have to fight this man to make his dreams come true. But that was two hours from now. For now, Quinn was happy to sit in the darkness of his shared dormitory and contemplate. That was until the door opened, and out of the fluorescent light stepped a figure with a familiar voice.
"Bro, why is it so dark in here?"
Quinn sighed. It was his roommate, the school's consummate slacker, so much so that it stood out on the already lackadaisical Green Team, known only by his last name, Riddle. Riddle flipped on the light, Quinn turning to grimace as the sudden burst of light hit his eyeballs. When Quinn's eyes adjusted to the light, he saw that like himself, Riddle was adorned in his team workout jersey. Although the Mii hardly every participated in Smash training, often putting forth minimal effort when he did, the guy sure did love to work out.
"Dude, I was just…thinking about today"
Riddle blew a raspberry in dismissal, "Bro, that's like, your problem man. You're always anxious, always thinking. That ain't good for fighting bro."
"Riddle I really don't need your advice right n-"
"No, hear me out bro. When you think in a fight, your opponent can like, tell you're thinking and stuff. Just do what you gotta do, and go with your heart, not your brain. I read somewhere your heart's instincts are usually right."
The hazel-eyed, hazel haired, Mii raised his eyebrow at his long blond-haired, green-clad roommate, "You read?"
Another dismissive raspberry, "Bro, of course, I do! But the language of love is more familiar to me than anything in a book!"
Quinn sighed. Usually when Riddle brought up love or girls apropos of nothing, that usually meant he was bringing a girl to their dorm for some romantic activities. Coincidentally, girls and working out were the only two things Riddle seemed to be serious about. "You got a girl coming?" asked Marmaduke.
"You bet I do man! Sally again!"
Once again, Quinn raised an eyebrow, "Again? She must be something special if you bring her around more than twice."
Riddle smirked, "I guess so bro. Romantics do say there's somebody out there for everybody. Dude, I bet there's somebody out there for you even. Maybe if you did anything other than study and train, you'd find them!" chided Riddle with a playful wink.
Quinn rolled his eyes, getting up to leave. Briefly patting down his pockets to make sure had had his most personal belongings, his wallet and his room key, he exited the door. "Wish me luck!" Quinn said with a wave.
"Yeah, man! Me n' Sally will be watching you on TV, rootin for ya!" waved back Riddle.
With that, Quinn closed the door, breathing in, steeling himself for the several block jog to Wuhu Stadium.
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Wuhu Stadium
Quinn paused in front of the massive, open-air colosseum that was Wuhu Stadium. Constructed at the end of the Duel tournament specifically for Smash Brothers training and matches. Despite all locations being computer simulated during official tournaments to guarantee the safety of its competitors, real-life analogs were built in specific places in the multiverse so that those interested could attempt to train in the Smasher style. Wuhu Island, a town called Smashville, the adjacent city to Smashville, and several stadiums in the Pokemon universe were places Quinn could think of off the top of his head that was either built from the ground up or reconfigured to suit this very purpose.
Quinn flashed his school ID to the man working the parking booth, and the gate raised. Steeling himself with a deep breath once again, Quinn jogged to the front of the stadium, where he saw a single man waiting for him. Sporting his signature cowlick brown hair, adorned in an all-red three-piece suit, and sporting his trademark oversized sunglasses was Hart Bromeister, the original Mii Fighter
"Hey bro! You're lucky this island runs on Wuhu time mother ducker, or else you'd be late" shouted the man
"Sorry, Mister Hart! Thought I'd jog to the stadium instead of taking the shuttle!"
Hart smirked, " Ha! Running out the anxiousness! You're just like me bro! Just show 'em whatcha know, and you'll do Red Team proud dude! C'mon, follow me!"
As Hart directed Quinn to the locker room area, he saw something bolt by. It was a humanoid, with…scales for hair? And it was holding an outfit on a hanger as it ran?
"Inklings?" Quinn remarked but caught himself.
Luckily the busy Inkling hadn't heard, but Hart whipped around, "Yeah man! I just got the deal ironed out a couple of days ago! Whoever wins you and Matt's fight will be in an exhibition against Torri Gachi."
Quinn's eyes went wide. In the Inklings' native sport of Turf War, which was a hot ticket item on Wuhu Island television. One of its rising stars was Torri Gachi. A rebellious sort from one of Inkopolis' wealthiest families, the purple-tentacled Torri was a beloved celebrity wherever one could reliably watch the great sport of Turf War.
And she was here…to potentially fight him. Quinn could only gulp.
"What's that man? You're too tightly wound. Don't think. You've got it."
"Riddle said the same thing before I left," remarked Quinn.
Hart chuckled lightly, "Hey, my cousin has some pretty good advice sometimes bro."
"You guys are cousins?" Quinn asked. Then, he thought of all the 'bros" he'd heard between them today, "Actually, that makes all the sense in the world now that I think about it."
Hart laughed, "C'mon, we've messed around enough, we need to head to the locker room."
Hart and Quinn stayed mostly silent on the remainder of the walk down to the catacombs of Wuhu Stadium, with Hart occasionally shooting one quick question to a production assistant. Quinn had assumed that it was something about tonight's presentation, but he couldn't focus enough to listen. Hart opened the door to a locker room. It was a lush space, with a couch, and TV as its centerpieces with some water in an ice bucket in the corner.
"I would say you can get changed here but uh… it looks like you're already in your gear."
For the first time since his morning workout, Quinn cast a glance down at himself. True to Hart's word, he was wearing the workout uniform symbolic of the Brawler School, a team color gi with a black belt tied around his waist with oddly futuristic-looking metal kick pads on his legs adorned by the Smash Bros. logo Had he seriously not changed from working out? Had he seriously been so up his own butt that he didn't even bring a change of clothes like a civilized person? When it came time to respond to Hart's quip, all the young man could muster was a sheepish, "Oh."
Hart erupted into laughter, "Nah man don't sweat it, we've all done dumber I'm sure. And running to the stadium in your gear is a hell of an advertisement for the school. Good job kiddo!" he said, patting Quinn on the shoulder, "I gotta go see if Matt's ready, a production assistant will let you know when it's time to do your walkout. Good luck bro!" Hart said, with a playful salute as he walked out the door.
Whelp, guess I've got the time to work out, thought Quinn as he set about beginning his warm-up stretches.
An hour and a half later
Quinn surmised he hadn't stopped moving since Hart left the room. Sit-ups, push-ups, jumping jacks, running in place, shadow boxing, oblique exercises, even pull-ups on one of the coat hangers drilled into the wall. Hart has done it all. What had inspired the near-perpetual movement was the perpetual beehive Quinn's mind became whenever he stopped to transition between sets, at which point the severity of his situation. Here he was, an average at best fighter despite all the work he put in, up against the very face of Wuhu pride, not to mention athletic perfection. Then, like a lightbulb in a cartoon, a realization had dawned on him, something that Riddle had said earlier today.
Just do what you gotta do, and go with your heart, not your brain,
"My heart, not my brain. My heart, not my brain. My heart, not my…"
KNOCKKNOCKKNOCK
"Quinn, it's the time!
Quinn opened the door, seeing uniformed Mii Police ready to walk with him to the arena floor, as well as a camera ready to document the action. As the crew began to move, with one police officer on either side, he noticed that the cameraman was walking backward with incredible ease, filming the walkout. Batting his instinctual urge to mug for the camera, Quinn tucked his chin, shadowboxing as he walked. For what seemed like forever, the men walked in the same formation, until Quinn could see the sunshine of Wuhu Island being down. He heard the upbeat orchestral tempo of the Duel Tournament's theme song as well.
Taking one final deep breath, he ran through the curtains to the adulation of the crowd. As it had been all tournament, the adulation seemed to come mostly from women of all varying ages. Hart had explained that he had a "boy band" quality to him, but even with that distinction, Quinn couldn't understand what they saw in him.
Quinn struck a karate stance in the middle of the oddly curved Wuhu Island stage to an even shriller squeal of approval from the girls in the audience. A strangely polygonal looking man adorned in an all-black referee outfit pointing him to his side of the arena. There were a few seconds of silence before the opening notes of the Wii Sports theme hit, causing a roar of approval as the denizens of Wuhu Island welcomed their hero. Quinn meanwhile, was genuflecting in his corner, faced away from the enormous jumbotron, not out of desperate pleas to The Creators, or out of fear, but out of focus. Matt was most well-known for an unflinching scowl, and if Quinn allowed himself to be intimidated by that, the fight had already been lost. More roaring indicated to Quinn that Matt had entered the arena. Quinn stood, hopping up and down briefly to get the blood flowing again, as a hush fell over the arena. Suddenly, a cybernetic blue aura enveloped the arena floor, disappearing as quickly as it had come. Quinn closed his eyes, breathing a sigh of relief. He felt the gravity change, almost as if everything was lighter, allowing him to jump higher and faster.
They were on playing under Smash Rules now.
Both fighters headed to the center of the arena to receive instructions from the referee, "Rules are three stock, no time limit, items on medium. Damage percentages will not be shown Any questions?"
Quinn shook his head, Matt just grunted.
Suddenly, the referee teleported away, while a very familiar voice was heard
"3, 2, 1, GO!"
Both men struck fighting stances for a moment, eying each other up, before Matt broke the silence, "You know what I don't like about you Smash folk?"
Quinn pondered the question then…
SMACK!
Matt cuffed an unsuspecting Quinn across the face.
When he had first begun at the school, Quinn had been hit by a car during a jog. Without question, the slap to the face from Matt had hurt more.
"Too fancy," Matt snarled, grabbing Quinn by the gi, "I bet I could beat you without using one of Headmaster Hart's fancy-schmancy special moves punk"
It was around that moment that Quinn regained his footing, having noticed that the flying platform had flown to the bridge section already. His grasp of the situation was to be short-lived, however. Matt spiked his head into the ground. When Quinn stood back up, he found himself knocked into the air by a kick, and then another, sending them both over a gap in the bridge. As Quinn flopped through the air, he noticed a Pokeball had appeared just behind him. Scrambling to grab the red and white ball as he landed on his back, he spiked the ball onto the floor next to him. As the ball broke apart, and energy erupted from it, Quinn heard a familiar cry.
"Rai-chu!"
Quinn smirked. Alolan Raichu wasn't exactly the best Pokemon on the list of the critters one could find in a Smash battle, but at this point, he would take it. Using its tail as a surfboard to fly through the air, Raichu flew towards Matt completely unhesitant Just as Quinn got to his feet, he noticed Matt and the Raichu had collided, Matt struck a defensive fighting stance, a pang erupting through the air, his eyes flashing an eerie yellow, followed closely by another. This was a technique called "parrying". Instructors at the school had explained it as using one's chi to reflect the damage an attack would do into the air. This technique was typically only mastered by Team Captains are people close to the rank. Luckily for Quinn though, Matt was being attacked handily by the Raichu, with no way to handle the blows until the Pokemon disappeared into thin air. Just as Quinn began to breathe a little easier, a familiar melody reached his ears, the melody of the Super Star item. The jaunty, triumphant tune came closer as Matt leaped through the air, once again peppering Quinn with kicks. Judging how Quinn felt, he had to estimate he was somewhere in the mid-forties range of damage percent. It was then the red and white hover pad that the two had begun their battle on picked them up again, this time sporting a floating platform in the center. This did not phase Matt however, who simply grabbed Quinn by the shirt and tossed him to the opposite end of the stage, where an Assist Trophy happened to spawn. Triumphantly holding the trophy in the air, it's casing shattered, and the ninja from the Earth Solid Snake resided from, Grey Fox, leaped out, muttering something unintelligible as he bolted for Matt. Before Matt could even think to defend, Grey Fox delivered a lightning-fast volley of Slashes. Matt broke away, trying to juke the automated visage of the ninja with worried huffs, first jumping onto the platform, and then stepping off. Even with these evasive maneuvers, on the far right of the platform, Grey Fox slashed into Matt again and again. It was then that Quinn had an idea, "Time to show off a bit." he muttered to himself.
Quinn ran to the center of the platform, taking a few more steps to line up his shot, and then executed. His dominant right hand glowed a fiery red as the power within allowed him to slide effortlessly towards Matt. He grabbed him by the throat, as the two launched into the air, pivoting so Matt's scowling face had an unplanned date with the floor.
"SUPLEX!" screamed Quinn as the two combatants hurtled towards the floor, suppressing a howl of laughter as Matt was brought back into the final slashes of Grey Fox's slashing assault before the Assist Trophy disappeared.
As it had before, the Wuhu Island platform gave way. Now, the two combatants were atop the metal starting line for the island's Power Cruiser (known in literally every other place in the world as Jet Ski) races. Suddenly, Matt punched Quinn right in the privates. As he fell to the ground in pain, another Assist Trophy appeared out of nowhere. This time, when the capsule broke, Quinn heard a nasally, maniacal laugh.
Creator damn it, it's Waluigi.
The automated visage of the bizarrely loved purple-clad man began to stomp on an already downed Quinn, burying him in the ground. As Waluigi stomped without pause, Quinn briefly thanked the absence of a damage percentage on his wrist. The assumedly astronomical number, combined with the sensation of being buried, one of Quinn's least favorite sensations, would only serve to make him anxious. Suddenly he felt a tennis racket connect with his face, hard. He flew off of the platform, and past the cybernetic wall. He'd lost a stock but tried to put that out of his mind as the healing field on the transporter healed him. He had to even the odds. Immediately jumping off the platform, he began to smack Matt with light punches and kicks. A Smasher couldn't see their opponent's damage unless the arena had a jumbotron, but even so, there were signs, like flashing red, and having steam, a byproduct of what was deemed "Rage mode". Matt, much to Quinn's enjoyment, was exhibiting all these signs. Suddenly, a flash erupted, and a Smash Ball appeared, plopping to the ground behind Quinn. Reeling back, Matt clocked Quinn as hard as he could in the jaw. Quinn let the force of the blow take him into the air, performing a backflip landing behind the Smash Ball, Quinn caught a look of Matt's eyes. They were expressionless voids, Matt, usually stoic, was growling like a wounded animal, punching at the Smash Ball, demanding it, "Break, you piece of trash"
Meanwhile, Quinn struck an unusual fighting stance, standing on one foot while his right foot was reared back. The longer it stayed reared, the more Quinn's poised foot glowed like an ember.
"EXPLODING KICK!" Quinn screamed
His foot snapped forward, nailing Matt in the forehead, sending him past the wall, and forfeiting him a stock. Quinn paused briefly to wipe his brow and smirk. The game was even.
Just as Matt reappeared, stepping off the recovery platform, a Hothead appeared at his feet. The Wii Sports legend picked up the sun-like object and spiked it down, leaving it to rotate around the platform. Just as he did, a Steel Diver landed at Quinn's feet. Without hesitation, Quinn picked out the rocket launcher modeled like a toy submarine and fired. Three missiles, each one hung in the air for a split second before zooming to collide with Matt. Unfortunately for Quinn, each collided with the Hothead as well, ballooning it to an enormous side. Matt plopped to a sitting position, sitting cross-legged with a sinister smile on his face, "Whatcha gonna do, come get some?" roared Matt over the Wuhu winds.
Quinn used his foot to break the barely together Smash Ball, allowing himself to absorb the aura before leaping into the air again, getting a point-blank shot with the Steel Diver, while simultaneously getting hit with the Hothead. Both men flew into the air, in opposite directions, each managing to avoid the dreaded cybernetic wall and jump in midair back to platform land on the platform. On yet another rotation, the enormous Hothead collided with the Smash Ball. It broke apart, its innards flying into Matt, giving him the power of the Smash Ball. Both men ran towards each other on the main platform, but Quinn was quicker on the draw, sliding to grab Matt for another suplex. After shouting the move name once again, Quinn drove Matt into the top platform. The impact from the Suplex and Quinn colliding with the Hothead sent both men off stage, nullifying the presence of the Smash Ball as well. The game was even, one to one. The next fall decided it.
Both men jumped down from the platforms, and once the invincibility aura wore off, the two went punch for punch like boxers. Quinn had seen Matt box in the days of Wii Sports and had seen many Miis bent into gruesome positions just from his punches, but somehow Quinn was still standing. He had to stand, he thought. He had to win.
Suddenly, two items appeared out of thin air, another Steel Diver, and a Timer. Both competitors noticed, casting a glance at the weapons, then at each other making a simultaneous leap for the cache of weapons. Quinn caught the Timer first, as Matt slowed to a surreal speed, as the tropical paradise gave way to a purple-on-black vortex while Matt slowly floated through the air. In a flash, Quinn fired all ten shots of the Steel Diver, each rocket connecting with a prone Matt. A Pokeball materialized out of the air above Matt, who caught it. With a scream, Matt tossed it to Quinn, who caught it like an outfielder would catch a fly ball in baseball. He spiked it on the ground. With a triumphant "Hee-yah" a Staryu whizzed out, locking on to Matt, who had jumped in the air to avoid the onslaught. However, it was for naught, shooting stars out of its center, its trademark Swift attack. Quinn smirked, he saw his chance. Quinn stood nearly nose-to-nose, with Matt, rearing back his foot. Matt screamed obscenities in vain as the final blow was delivered.
"EXPLODING KICK!"
"GAME!"
The platform on which Quinn stood, which was just seconds ago sailing through the Wuhu skies, suddenly found itself center stage at Wuhu Stadium.
"QUINN WINS! YOU SAW IT HERE FOLKS! HE WILL REPRESENT THE MII BRAWLER SCHOOL IN THE NEXT TOURNAMENT!"
What Quinn heard next baffled him. He heard the normal squealing of girls, a few male cheers, more than before the fight. Also, he heard an undercurrent of booing. He didn't have time to process this for long however, as before he knew it, Hart was standing in front of him. The adulation of the crowd became hushed when Hart removed his sunglasses, revealing a bandage over his left eye. He placed the comedically oversized sunglasses on Quinn, raising his hand in victory to a more unified cheer of congratulations from the crowd.
"Matt got cocky today. Don't let these schlubs shrieking bother ya. You earned this bro!" Hart whispered into Quinn's ear, before departing for the back.
Quinn barely got to celebrate before the PA announcer spoke again, "Ladies and gentlemen, now that the Brawler School representative has been determined, we would like to turn it over to our special guest. Please welcome the commissioner of the Turf War League of Inkopolis, JUDD!"
From the back, a rotund bipedal cat man ambled out, grumbling something about a "newfangled machine" as his headset hummed to life, "Yes ladies and gentlemen, it is with great pride I introduce to y'all the finest athlete in Turfwar, Torri Gachi!"
With a massive "Woomi!" a purple squid burst through the doors onto the arena floor, purple ink trailing behind her. The squid splashed into the middle of the arena floor, forming a small pink puddle. What emerged was a purple tentacled woman wearing what essentially amounted to a schoolgirl uniform, sweater, jacket, pink plaid skirt, high socks, and nice dress shoes. The crowd erupted into a ferocious cheer. Quinn shouldn't have expected any less, as he was dealing with the Inkopolis equivalent of a pop idol, but nonetheless, he found himself intimidated as the two met in center ring. The referee slipped Quinn a Healing Sprout, which he gladly bit into. While simply holding it was the preferred way to use a Healing Sprout, biting into it, if one could get passed the extremely bitter taste, would heal all ailments. Quinn was barely listening as he caught wind of Torri's toothy smile. The instructions were the same as the last time, 3 stocks, items on medium. Quinn briefly considered taking it easy this fight, as he'd already punched his ticket for Smash Bros. That thought immediately left him however as he remembered the boos from earlier. He hadn't had time to analyze why he had been booed, but another win would prove at least some of the haters wrong, right?
"3, 2, 1 GO!" screamed the familiar announcer.
Immediately, Torri opened fire, and before he could register what was going on, Quinn found himself covered in purple ink! The ink was an odd sensation, the most minimal hum of equal parts acid and being burned alive he had ever experienced. Instinctively, Quinn leaped backward, only to find that an odd, alien projectile was rolling towards him, and it splattered more ink onto him, which hurt significantly more.
Is that her game? Quinn wondered stacking ink on so her attach do more damage
Quinn's new sunglasses were smudged with the ink, so he braced himself for another attack, but nothing came, only a stunned gasp from the crowd. Slowly, Quinn removed his sunglasses to learn that the sky had darkened almost completely. The only source of light was in the sky, only a few feet up from the stage, a burning, all too familiar symbol, the Smash Bros logo. He cast a glance at Torri, who appeared similarly dumbstruck. Beyond the faintest sound of a woman humming a wordless tune, from out of the fiery logo, he saw the silhouettes of Mario, Link, and a few others.
"Apologies Hart, Judd, but we must begin these two's initiation immediately" came the stern voice of Link.
With that, a staircase of fire erupted from the logo, cascading down from the logo to the stage. Wordlessly, the two walked up the stairs. As the walked through the portal together it closed behind them, bringing the sky back to its normal crystal blue.
"Bro…" gawked Hart, from the back
"Grrr, I took an intern-dimensional flight for that?" growled Judd, "Coulda just stayed home and slept. Dagnab Smashers" cursed the seemingly immortal cat as he waddled away, muttering to himself.
The Smash Mansion
Quinn had heard Hart talk about this place in the seminars he'd seen his headmaster speak at, but he had never dreamed it could be so elegant. Torri, for her part, seemed in equal awe. As his gaze snapped to the middle of the foyer, he saw a fair-skinned brunette woman he recognized as Leaf, and a gun sword-wielding man Saki, both of whom Quinn recognized from the last tournament. Two people he didn't recognize, a white robbed man and a skeleton in houseware were deep amid a discussion with Mario and Peach.
Mario caught a glimpse of the two over the skeleton man's shoulder, "Sans, Altaïr, hold on just a minute, our new guests have arrived. Quinn-a Marmaduke, and Torri Gaichi, welcome to-a Smash Brothers. You'll get a briefed relatively soon, but I'd like you to take a few days to get settled. The only thing that's super important right-a now, at least to you, are these," Mario paused, pulling out two red wristwatches, "These are your communicators. You'll-a be privy to private messaging, group chats, and mansion wide announcements, as well as as-a the translator."
Almost simultaneously, Quinn and Torri put on their wristwatches. Torri was in the middle of saying something when the language calibrated
"He can understand me after this?' inquired Torri.
"Yep! I can understand you just fine!"
Torri's eyes went wide in amazement, "WOAH! That's fresh as all get-out. Being able to speak human'll get me a ton of social media cred for sure!"
Mario chuckled, his mustache pulled in such a way that it was plain to see that he was grinning underneath it, "If that's-a how you wish to utilize this technology, go for it! You'll be rooming with Green. I'll take you to your room, and we'll make sure everyone's a close made it in the transition
"WOOMIE, TORRI'S GOT A ROOMIE!" cheered the Inkling girl as she bounded off, leaving Green to amusedly follow behind.
"Saki, you'll be rooming with one of the people yet to arrive, so I 'll lead you to your room in a moment'
Saki simply nodded, ambling off to take a seat in one of the big chairs that dotted the foyer
"Now, as for you three," began Peach, "As Mario and I were discussing before Quinn came in, we had the Miis rooming together the last tournament, and due to a logistics error we've kept that arrangement for the three of you. So, Quinn Marmaduke, meet Altaïr Ibn-LaʼAhad and Sans the Skeleton, your new roommates."
"As long as you aren't degenerate like that lazy skeleton, perhaps we will get along," Altaïr growled.
"With that in mind let me show you to your room."
Quinn was busy taking everything in as they walked, just taking in the sheer regality of the mansion, as well as the artwork that seemed to line every wall, featuring pictures of all the participants' home universe. They eventually got to their room, the size of a three-bed hotel room on Wuhu, each person having their own bedroom, having a communal space. Peach bid them a fairly quick goodbye, as Altaïr and Sans were in the middle of a relatively one-sided conversation about hamburger toppings, the latter visibly annoying the former. Quinn wordlessly shut the door, flopping onto bed, and falling asleep.
(AN: Smashbrosodyssey here, just jumping into saying that that concludes the origins chapters that feature the traditional cast. As Mario eluded a chapter back, the roster will round out at 100 characters, so the next chapter will be my 20 wishlist characters! Now, assuming there's a DLC character at some point down the line you want to see, worry not, they'll be featured in the next arc. I know you're probably all sick to death of Origins chapters, but I can assure you they'll all be done and over with before you can even blink, and then we can actually move along to the tournament arc!)
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