06-10-2018, 07:17 PM
The ninth Dante’s Abyss began with a staring contest between two would-be kings.
Yu Kanda’s eyes flitted from monarch to monarch as Karl Jak’s voice boomed overhead. Desman Black, freshly figuratively torn to shreds by his new partner’s cult-like followers, gazed at the spectacle with awe.
The King of Heroes certainly had shown a limitless capacity for fury, but who knew the mouse king could fit so much hatred in his eyes?
Desman blinked. “Aren’t we supposed to be fighting now?”
Yu Kanda shot the red-headed boy a glare that signaled he should be silent. Their partners needed a moment to confer.
“Kneel, cur,” Gilgamesh finally spoke.
“You first,” Mickey Mouse shot back.
“You don’t know how long I’ve waited to rip those gigantic ears right off your tiny head, rodent,” the gilded king spat, “and now I’m finally getting my chance.”
Mickey frowned. “I’m not here for you, Gilgamesh.” He held out a hand; rainbow energy swirled, coalescing into his trusty keyblade. “We don’t need to fight, but I will if ya make me.”
Gilgamesh scoffed. “Prepare to die, mongrel.”
Sword after sword shot out of several golden portals above Gilgamesh’s head, hurtling at the mouse at breakneck speed. One by one, he deflected them, each dissolving into golden dust as he smacked them with his keyblade. When he’d repelled the final sword, Mickey spun to face Gilgamesh, only to be met by the nasty image of a spear flying directly at his face.
Yu Kanda leapt between the mouse and the spear, raising his blade and knocking it to the side. “Phew,” Mickey exhaled, “thanks, pal!”
“Out of my way, Kanda,” Gilgamesh growled, approaching the pair.
“I already told you,” Kanda replied, “There are no kings in the Abyss.”
Gilgamesh conjured a blade of his own out of another portal, gripping the hilt and swinging it in Kanda’s direction. The swordsman lifted his mugen and blocked the king’s strike, binding Gilgamesh’s blade to the ground. With a grunt, Gil slammed his leg into his subject’s torso and Kanda faltered, stumbling out of the mad monarch’s path. “Now,” Gilgamesh snarled at Mickey, “You’re mine, mouse.”
As the gilded king stalked toward his pint-sized prey, Yu Kanda prepared to charge and defend his partner. Nearby, Desman Black shook himself out of the stupor caused by the kings’ quarrel and appeared in front of the exorcist, stalling the guard captain’s offensive.
“You’re making a mistake,” Kanda frowned, swiping his blade at Desman’s legs. The youth leapt above it, bringing his elemental cutlass to Yu’s neck. Kanda, plenty faster than Desman, brought up his blade to stop the attack and locked eyes with the kid.
“I may not like that guy very much,” Desman said, “but we’re supposed to fight, and I don’t particularly like you either.”
“Alright… we’re doing this then, boy.”
Meanwhile, Gilgamesh’s sword also swung to chop his opponent’s miniature head off. Mickey brought his keyblade up and deflected the assault, only to be met with a painful boot to the face.
The gilded king chuckled as the mouse stumbled backward, smacking his head against the arena’s stone floor. He threw down his sword and knelt next to the mouse’s crumpled form, wrapping his fingers around Mickey’s throat. “Not so strong without your robot friend, eh?”
No, not nearly. Had he only been able to win last time because of the Proto Mouse? Was the power he’d accumulated since coming to the Omniverse really no match for the might of this arrogant jerk?
He choked out half-pleas to Gilgamesh to stop this nonsense. They didn’t need to fight. He was here to serve justice. He wasn’t here to prove that he could best Gilgamesh.
But something about the king’s smug grin compelled him to, nonetheless.
“Just die, mongrel,” Gilgamesh laughed, squeezing. “Give. In.”
“You… wish,” Mickey sputtered, wrenching himself free of Gilgamesh’s grasp and rolling away. The golden-haired boy growled low in his throat, and turned to face the mouse—except he’d disappeared completely.
In his place, a brass lamp rolled in Gilgamesh’s direction. The king looked quizzically at it, watching as a blue, gaseous substance leaked out of the spout and formed into a small, indigo copy of the mouse dressed in pseudo-Arabian garb that gazed up at Gilgamesh. His eyebrow quirked. “What… the fuck?”
“Hey, Gilly boy!” the duplicate giggled. “Question: you ever had a friend like me?”
The Genie-Mouse leapt at Gilgamesh, who lifted his fist and easily swatted it out of his way. He glanced up at the sky, searching for his true prey, but what he saw instead made his stomach drop: a full-sized, grayscale steamboat, over half the width of the arena, plummeting toward the ground.
“…shit.”
Over where they traded blows, Kanda and Desman looked up as the Steamboat Willie’s shadow crept toward them. The guard captain slammed a shoulder into the redhead, knocking him into the flight path.
“I said you were making a mistake,” Kanda shouted as Desman stumbled.
From the boat’s cockpit, Mickey Mouse grinned.
“Toot toot, mother truckers!!”
Yu Kanda’s eyes flitted from monarch to monarch as Karl Jak’s voice boomed overhead. Desman Black, freshly figuratively torn to shreds by his new partner’s cult-like followers, gazed at the spectacle with awe.
The King of Heroes certainly had shown a limitless capacity for fury, but who knew the mouse king could fit so much hatred in his eyes?
Desman blinked. “Aren’t we supposed to be fighting now?”
Yu Kanda shot the red-headed boy a glare that signaled he should be silent. Their partners needed a moment to confer.
“Kneel, cur,” Gilgamesh finally spoke.
“You first,” Mickey Mouse shot back.
“You don’t know how long I’ve waited to rip those gigantic ears right off your tiny head, rodent,” the gilded king spat, “and now I’m finally getting my chance.”
Mickey frowned. “I’m not here for you, Gilgamesh.” He held out a hand; rainbow energy swirled, coalescing into his trusty keyblade. “We don’t need to fight, but I will if ya make me.”
Gilgamesh scoffed. “Prepare to die, mongrel.”
Sword after sword shot out of several golden portals above Gilgamesh’s head, hurtling at the mouse at breakneck speed. One by one, he deflected them, each dissolving into golden dust as he smacked them with his keyblade. When he’d repelled the final sword, Mickey spun to face Gilgamesh, only to be met by the nasty image of a spear flying directly at his face.
Yu Kanda leapt between the mouse and the spear, raising his blade and knocking it to the side. “Phew,” Mickey exhaled, “thanks, pal!”
“Out of my way, Kanda,” Gilgamesh growled, approaching the pair.
“I already told you,” Kanda replied, “There are no kings in the Abyss.”
Gilgamesh conjured a blade of his own out of another portal, gripping the hilt and swinging it in Kanda’s direction. The swordsman lifted his mugen and blocked the king’s strike, binding Gilgamesh’s blade to the ground. With a grunt, Gil slammed his leg into his subject’s torso and Kanda faltered, stumbling out of the mad monarch’s path. “Now,” Gilgamesh snarled at Mickey, “You’re mine, mouse.”
As the gilded king stalked toward his pint-sized prey, Yu Kanda prepared to charge and defend his partner. Nearby, Desman Black shook himself out of the stupor caused by the kings’ quarrel and appeared in front of the exorcist, stalling the guard captain’s offensive.
“You’re making a mistake,” Kanda frowned, swiping his blade at Desman’s legs. The youth leapt above it, bringing his elemental cutlass to Yu’s neck. Kanda, plenty faster than Desman, brought up his blade to stop the attack and locked eyes with the kid.
“I may not like that guy very much,” Desman said, “but we’re supposed to fight, and I don’t particularly like you either.”
“Alright… we’re doing this then, boy.”
Meanwhile, Gilgamesh’s sword also swung to chop his opponent’s miniature head off. Mickey brought his keyblade up and deflected the assault, only to be met with a painful boot to the face.
The gilded king chuckled as the mouse stumbled backward, smacking his head against the arena’s stone floor. He threw down his sword and knelt next to the mouse’s crumpled form, wrapping his fingers around Mickey’s throat. “Not so strong without your robot friend, eh?”
No, not nearly. Had he only been able to win last time because of the Proto Mouse? Was the power he’d accumulated since coming to the Omniverse really no match for the might of this arrogant jerk?
He choked out half-pleas to Gilgamesh to stop this nonsense. They didn’t need to fight. He was here to serve justice. He wasn’t here to prove that he could best Gilgamesh.
But something about the king’s smug grin compelled him to, nonetheless.
“Just die, mongrel,” Gilgamesh laughed, squeezing. “Give. In.”
“You… wish,” Mickey sputtered, wrenching himself free of Gilgamesh’s grasp and rolling away. The golden-haired boy growled low in his throat, and turned to face the mouse—except he’d disappeared completely.
In his place, a brass lamp rolled in Gilgamesh’s direction. The king looked quizzically at it, watching as a blue, gaseous substance leaked out of the spout and formed into a small, indigo copy of the mouse dressed in pseudo-Arabian garb that gazed up at Gilgamesh. His eyebrow quirked. “What… the fuck?”
“Hey, Gilly boy!” the duplicate giggled. “Question: you ever had a friend like me?”
The Genie-Mouse leapt at Gilgamesh, who lifted his fist and easily swatted it out of his way. He glanced up at the sky, searching for his true prey, but what he saw instead made his stomach drop: a full-sized, grayscale steamboat, over half the width of the arena, plummeting toward the ground.
“…shit.”
Over where they traded blows, Kanda and Desman looked up as the Steamboat Willie’s shadow crept toward them. The guard captain slammed a shoulder into the redhead, knocking him into the flight path.
“I said you were making a mistake,” Kanda shouted as Desman stumbled.
From the boat’s cockpit, Mickey Mouse grinned.
“Toot toot, mother truckers!!”
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Mickey Mouse summoned Genie (Tier 2 Assist) for 2 SP
Mickey Mouse used Tier 2 Super Offensive Move: Steamboat Willie for 2 SP
Remaining SP: 3/7
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