Round 6: Day 3

Luigi

Smash Mansion

Luigi and Daisy's suite

900

Who knew your veneer could dip so quickly?
Luigi had been fine at the news he was going against Quinn, with Sephiroth on the other side for whoever won: all smiles and jokes.

The longer the day went on, the more the dread sunk in. So much so, that by the time Daisy had asked him if they wanted to go to the Tekken side of the city for some G-Corporation shindig with Peach, he had decided to lay in bed the rest of the day.

Daisy had stumbled in with the morning dew, smelling of sweat and secondhand smoke. She happily chomped away at a slice of Isle o' Hags staple Lardo's Pizza, flakes of red pepper and pepperoni staining her shimmering gold dress.

"No time hon," she said in a voice so jittery Luigi shuddered at how much coffee she had drank in the recent past, "You have an appointment."

In response to all this information, Luigi could only formulate "Huh?"

"Damn, forgot how much I missed Archipelago food when it all went away," she said through a mouthful of the remaining pizza.

"No, like what is this about the appointment?" Luigi asked, changing hurriedly into his work uniform.

"There's someone who does electricity-based martial arts. And I figure if you learn how to use that Quinnie and Sephiroth stand no chance right?"

"Oh Christ Daisy, I'd really rather lose than put up with Kazuya again, much less training with him," Luigi whined.

"Nah, it's worse," Daisy said with a burp, ". His step-sister, who's high school aged,"

"His what who's what?"

"The Mishima's are deeply fucked dude," Daisy said, as if she was stating the most obvious thing in the world, "Anyway, we gotta apresse-te,"
 Luigi quickly thumbed through his mental Sarasalandian dictionary. Apresse-te was a variation of 'hurry.'

Out of bed, he shot up like a cannon. Many times he'd missed his alarm, and many times he'd thrown his work gear on. This time was no different, dressing in under 30 seconds. The two walked out the door of their suite, Daisy strutting down the hall as if she hadn't been up for more than 24 hours.

"How'd you find out about this kid?" Luigi asked.

"Jin," Daisy said flatly, "Jin's been experiencing some Dimensional Distortion Headaches because they went through a war recently, just woke up feeling it. He and Kazuya both lost their devil power, but he was talking about Aunt Reina, which gave me the idea to call her up."

Luigi grinned as they walked down the grand staircase, "She on our side?"

Daisy nodded, "Yeah, because Heihachi is now too."

"Is he?"Luigi asked, completely unsure.

"Yep. Heihachi tells us that they summoned Azazel, the original devil, so he made the jump, and that made Reina's decision easy."

"The original…what?"

Daisy sighed, "It's a long ass story. We gotta get goin' anyway!"

Luigi nodded as they headed out the Mansion door, leaving an animated conversation conducted by Terry and Ike about the meat sweats behind. Daisy punched a code into her communicator, and a portal opened. Grabbing Luigi by the hand, she stepped through it.

Luigi glanced around him as the portal closed behind them. Amidst a slew of metal skyscrapers, an old wooden dojo sat nestled in the middle of the block. Luigi darted his eyes to the wooden building. Daisy saw it and nodded. Once a traffic light gave them to walk across, the two skittered across the busy road, hand in hand, entering through the door. Candles lit a pristine, wooden facade. Incense wafted at their noses as soon as they entered the empty lobby. Daisy moved a Japanese partition door aside, allowing Luigi to step inside. A group of 20 students were sparring, in neatly pressed black karate gis, the varying colors of belts dotting the dimly lit room. Then, at the back of the room, up a small flight of stairs, sat a girl in a purple hoodie on an ornate throne, he wrists being massaged on either side by two men in gis.

"Um…" Daisy said, "Reina Mishima?"

The entire dojo ground to a halt. The woman on the throne's eyes sparked in recognition.

"Dillweed, you can stop now," she barked at the man on her left.

As the man pulled away, Daisy frowned, "You really shouldn't talk about your students that way."

"No, ma'am," shook the man, in the whinest nasal Luigi had ever heard, "That's my name, Dillweed Dill Pickle. I go by Pickle.."

Reina sneered, glaring in his direction "Did I say you could talk?"

The already pale man went paler, "No sensei."

"Follow Marceau's example," she snapped, gesturing to the man on her right.

"Yes, sensei," Pickle said.

With Pickle and Marceau standing at attention, Reina walked down the stairs, an insidious smile on her face as her students parted to either side of the wall, leaving the gym mats open.

"So, Grandma over there," she said, gesturing to Daisy, "Tells me that you want to learn how to use your electricity powers, is that right?"

Electricity sparked at Luigi's now-clenched fists, "Don't speak about my wife that way."

"Wanna do something about it old man?" Reina shouted, electricity coursing through her fists as well, "Then come at me!"

Luigi charged onto the mat, flailing punches at Reina. Blue and yellow electricity sparked higher and higher as the two opposing forces connected.

"Bah," Reina grunted, "How do you ever hope to become a champion with that kind of form?"

A slug to the stomach broke Luigi's flurry of blows.

"You do not have a hope in hell," roared Reina.

An uppercut sent Luigi in the air. Reina pulled back, hitting Luigi with an electrified elbow as he fell, sending him spiraling to the mat.

"Are you going to let down your country?" Reina barked as Luigi eased himself up to his hip, "Your family?"

Luigi scrambled to his feet, even more electricity sparking off of him.

"NO!"

Luigi charged again, spinning into a Luigi Tornado. Despite the electricity enveloping Reina, she punched him in the gut again.

"SUBMIT TO ME!" she demanded.

A kick to the gut followed by a slap staggered Luigi, but Reina leaping into the air knocked him to the ground, her foot planted firmly on his chest, "BOW TO ME KING!" she screamed.

Reina smirked down at her fallen prey.

"Know your place,"
Before Reina could do anything more, Luigi had sprung up into a Super Jump Punch from laying on his back, s pilar of lightning shooting up as they both rocketed into the air, falling to the floor.

The only sound was Reina's chuckle,

"Good," she said, "Hold onto that."

The two combatants staggered up.

"Know this," Reina said, "When my father gets back from his vacation around Smash City, he will be hearing about it."

"Yeah, good, great," grumbled Daisy, "Luigi, we're leaving."

Without a word, Luigi followed Daisy out of the dojo.

"Fuckin' bitch," grumbled Daisy as soon as the doors closed, "Getting pampered on a throne, bein' bitchy to her subordinates. Calling us old."

They walked past a man smoking a cigarette. Daisy turned to him.

"Can I bum one off ya sir?" she asked.

"Hell yeah, you can!" cheered the man, a balding Japanese man in a suit, "Go, Luigi!"

With that, the man lit the cigarette, passing it to Daisy.

"Yeah," Luigi laughed nervously, "Hopefully the cigarette'll…"

Daisy turned, eying a car that was parallel parked near the street. She placed her hands on it, flipping it over with a roar, before opening a portal back to the mansion.

"...calm you down," Luigi finished, "Mama Mia."

Quinn

1200

Nintendo Land

Nintendo Land had once stood as Smash City's go-to theme park, every ride and attraction tailor-made to fit the worlds represented within. As much of a hodgepodge as Smash City itself, it was an incredibly popular tourist attraction. Even with theme parks like the Tekken universe's Xaioyuland, Destiny Land, and even Krazy Kremland competing for parkgoers' attention, Nintendo Land was still the hotbed for theme park-based amusements in the city. Quinn had heard so many stories from Master Hart that it was at the top of his to-do list.

Now that he was here though, he wished he hadn't.

He stood in Star Fox's Aparoid World Assault a laser tag arena built in a one-to-one scale of the Aparoid homeworld. The truth is, their laser tag party of 26 had ballooned far past his expectations. Rosalina and Quinn had linked up with the 15 members of the Avalanche contingent. When laser tag had been suggested, they arrived to find that the five champions of Hyrule, Mipha's brother Sidon, Erdrick, Young Link, and Toon Link had already arrived, maxing out the massive group to 26

"Okay so," said the operator of the arena, a barely pubescent chihuahua humanoid in a squeaking voice, "May I please have everyone look at the scoreboard."

Quinn observed it. Despite the pack on his back that glowed blue, he still glanced for his own name.

Team Blue

Quinn

Denzel

Mipha

Cloud
Zack

Aerith

Link

Daruk

Jessie

Wedge

Reeve
Red XIII

Sidon

Team Red

Rosalina
Tifa
Yuffie

Marlene
Barrett
Vincent
Cid

Revali
Urbosa
Biggs

Reeve

Young Link

Toon Link

"So now that everyone's looked at the scoreboard, we have to go over some rules really quickly. No running, no…"

The young chihuahua's instructions reached Quinn's ears but faded into nothing in his brain as he weighed his odds.

Me and a bunch of kids versus several people who could double as trained marksmen. Great, he thought.

"Okay," said the young chihuahua, "And three, two, one go!"

The lights and music had barely begun to play, but Yuffie was somehow behind Denzel, shooting his pack.

"I gotcha in here for five minutes!" Yuffie said, impersonating someone with a much more gruff voice than she could accommodate, dipping back into the shadows.

Quinn charged, walking alongside Cloud and Zack as the three took turns shooting Cid's pack.

"Ah," grumbled the pilot, "I ain't got the lungs for this run and gun shit."

"But I, the great Revali, have the wings," the avian gloated, skimming the ground, shooting them as he flew by.

"Neither do we apparently," laughed Zack, emphasizing his point with a shrug, "But hey, at least I get to go back to with you Cloud, and neither of us is dying1'

Cloud grinned, "Right."
Aerith jogged up to them,
"Fighting with you both with no dying is fantastic," she agreed

Wordlessly taking cover behind one of the block-like structures as the Gaia-born friends sprinted forward, Quinn watched Rosalina dart confidently around the arena, whereas the people she shot seemed to struggle in the dark."

"Hey," boomed a voice beside him.

Quinn snapped his glance to his right. Daruk sat crouched behind the structure next to them, the plastic square barely covering the Goron's mammoth form.

"I'm just a big target," he laughed, "So I'm gonna just hang out here."

Daruk laughed as the score for team's score continued to climb up.

"Between your woman and the ninja," he said, "We don't stand a chance."

"Gotta do something about it then!" Quinn shouted.

He charged, shooting the packs of Urbosa and Biggs, the two who occupied the cover adjacent to his own. Barrett had lumbered into his path attempting to cover Marlene, but Quinn shot the father and daughter's packs for their trouble.

Quinn glanced up at the scoreboard with a grin. His little burst had eeked their score closer to the opposing team's.

He continued to run around the arena, gaining a point on Vincent, who whined about the guns not having recoil. Cloud and Zack had gotten the hang of it, getting two points a piece.

"Revali's out," Mipha squealed with delight.

"What do you mean he's out?" bellowed Daruk as Quinn shot Zidon's pack.

"He tried to fly in from the upper floor. Rule break, he's out!" clarified the Zora princess.

Quinn smirked. With one of the opposing team's aces gone, this was there to win. And two points netted off of Cid by the smaller Links showed that. Quinn finally made his way to the upper area, where Rosalina stood waiting.

"Quinn," she said, her voice full of childlike glee, "You know that movie you suggested we watch tonight?"

"The Matrix?" he asked.

Rosalina smiled, "Yes! Let's do one of those shooting dives."

"I'm game," Quinn said.

They stepped back, and charged each other, diving through the air, and pressing their individual triggers as rapidly as they could to no avail. As soon as they touched the ground, the lights went up, the music stopped, and the chihuahua's voice could be overhead.

"With the disqualification, Team Blue wins!"

Quinn pumped his fist. Just as he did, Rosalina had scooted closer, pecking him on the lips.

"Congrats," she said, "But I think we need to do a rematch."

"I'm afraid it's a poor idea to leave Revali unsupervised, so we must depart," Zelda announced.

"We wanted to go ride rollercoasters," announced Denzel.

"Yeah man," Barrett said, "It was fun doin' business, but Avalanche is out."

"So," Rosalina said, "What should we do?"

Quinn sat for a moment in thought. Then, an idea came to him.

"Hey kiddo," he said, pointing at the chihuahua, "What's your name?"

"Griffin," blurted Griffin.

"Tell your boss to put the word out that Super Smash Brothers stars Quinn and Rosalina will be filling in for people with no teams until you close, and we'll be signing autographs if people come in with full parties."

"Holy…" Griffin began, shaking himself out of his stupor, "Right away sir."

As Griffin bolted out of the room, Rosalina cast a shocked smile at Quinn.

"I didn't know you liked this this much."

Quinn shrugged, "It's fun, but I need to get my exercise in."

Rosalina shrugged back, "There are worse ways to do that, I suppose."

Word had traveled fast because upon entering the lobby, they were swarmed by creatures of all kinds.

This is going to be a long day, Quinn thought.

(AN: Special thanks to MahNati's help for Daisy's brief spell into Saraslandian (Portugese)