07-12-2018, 04:41 PM
“...wait, wait, wait. You met Rock?!”
“No, no, no,” Mickey waved his hand in Blues’ face, ripping off another huge bite of turkey leg and gnashing down on it, “the Rock. Different guy. Not your brother.”
“Oh,” Proto Man nodded, his expression betraying the slight confusion that remained.
“Sure you don’t want any of this?” Mickey offered, swinging the leg in his best friend’s face. Grease splashed onto Blues’ trademark sunglasses.
“No, thank you,” he shook his head as he removed them from his face and wiped them off with his scarf. Mickey shrugged.
“Okay, your loss!”
He bit down again. The pair had huddled up in a corner of the preshow facility’s expansive lobby after finding each other again, determined to sit and wait until the mouse and Yu Kanda’s next opponent had been selected and announced. Before Mickey, the spoils of his recent, triumphant visit to Dwayne ‘The Rock’ Johnson’s maze of sound-stages lay on a picnic blanket he’d conjured: a whole turkey, now missing a leg; several Tupperware canisters full of green beans, casserole, and mashed potatoes; a whole fish; and, of course, as a personal touch, a block of swiss cheese.
Mickey dug in. As per the wise words of Dwayne, he’d need all the energy he could muster for the next fight. Something told him it was going to be a tough one.
His best friend didn’t seem too worried.
“If you can beat Gilgamesh, I bet you can beat anyone,” the preteen machine surmised, leaning back on the bench above Mickey. He closed his eyes and replaced his sunglasses to block out the offensive fluorescents directly above him.
Mickey, mouth full of green beans, mumbled some words of thanks in response and then glanced up to the screens. The fights of the second round were coming to a close, slowly but surely, but there was still no word about who he and the Nippur guard captain would be up against. Images flashed across the screen, a few of them recognizable to the mouse. He spotted the green monster who’d gone on a rampage against them and killed Luffy shoving someone’s head into some lava -- Gosh forbid he faced him again -- and Sasuke Uchiha fall to the mysterious, creepy looking partner of the nameless Bandit.
Mickey blustered. So many good fighters here. How many of them would he have to get through to win? And did he even really want to? Sure, the prospect of testing his might and getting his strength back against of other Omniversians sounded fun, but only if the competitors weren’t going to take it real heckin’ seriously. Dante’s Abyss might not be the end all be all of terrible malicious deathmatch tournaments he’d once thought, but that didn’t mean people like the alien lady didn’t still treat it that way.
On another screen, another alien man Mickey didn’t recognize was launched into waters that seemed altogether similar to the tumultuous waves of the Vasty Deep he’d just left behind. His partner scrambled, caught off-guard by two women dressed in…
…Pepsi suits?
The mouse’s eyes narrowed and he sat the green beans down on his picnic blanket, taking a closer look, and suddenly recalled Dwayne mentioning a pair of lady jabronis who had taken Pepsiman’s spot as the official representatives of Syntech’s sister mega-corporation after Mickey’s refreshing friend had been utterly gutted minutes into his first match. The mouse king’s brain idly wondered how the guy was doing -- was he back in Coruscant, by now? Had he reincarnated at the Fountain of Infinity yet?
Wherever he was, Mickey was quite sure the corporate big-wigs of PepsiCo missed him, as these two sharp-featured women didn’t seem to share the mascot’s infectious charisma or natural charm. On the contrary, they seemed… kinda vicious, only confirmed as the remaining member of Team Bug Alien Man found his face being smashed in by a glass bottle of soda, courtesy of the grayish-haired woman.
Ostensibly the victors, the women were zapped out of their arena, the remains of their opponents left in their wake. The screen immediately flipped to a commentator and the two mysterious contestants’ pictures flashed on the screen. Their opponents -- 'Cell' and 'Ricter' -- appeared on the opposite side, their faces grayed out as they were shuffled off to the consolation bracket. In their place, the faces of the Pepsiladies’ next opponents slid onto the screen.
Mickey Mouse’s brow quirked as he found himself staring at his own cute mug.
His eyes immediately glanced down at the women’s names. Yuuka Kazami’s headshot flashed a sinister-looking grin over the lobby, and next to it, the shady lady’s signature scowl, labeled just underneath as ‘Whirda Windstrom.’
The mouse perked up. Whirda, Whirda, Whirda Windstrom… why did that sound like something he’d heard before? His face scrunched up as he reached back into the depths of his memory, but nothing major popped into his brain. Where had he heard that name before?
“Blues,” he glanced over his shoulder, “Blues, have we met someone named Whirda Windstrom before?” He was met by no answer as the preteen machine’s attention, in spite of the fact that he didn’t ever sleep, seemed to have drifted away to some certainly much less important daydream. Mickey turned around and poked his best friend in the side.
“Hm? Ow!” the robot protested, jumping back at bit. “What is it, Mick?”
“Who’s Whirda Windstrom? We met her?” the mouse asked.
Proto Man swiped his sunglasses off his face, his eyes widening. “Why?”
His mouth already chewing monstrously on his block of swiss cheese, he simply pointed up at the bracket screen, which had splayed the four primes’ faces above a line of text that simply read:
‘Mickey Mouse and Yu Kanda vs. Whirda Windstrom and Yuuka Kazami.’
Blues went a tad bit pale.
“Well, shoot.”
“No, no, no,” Mickey waved his hand in Blues’ face, ripping off another huge bite of turkey leg and gnashing down on it, “the Rock. Different guy. Not your brother.”
“Oh,” Proto Man nodded, his expression betraying the slight confusion that remained.
“Sure you don’t want any of this?” Mickey offered, swinging the leg in his best friend’s face. Grease splashed onto Blues’ trademark sunglasses.
“No, thank you,” he shook his head as he removed them from his face and wiped them off with his scarf. Mickey shrugged.
“Okay, your loss!”
He bit down again. The pair had huddled up in a corner of the preshow facility’s expansive lobby after finding each other again, determined to sit and wait until the mouse and Yu Kanda’s next opponent had been selected and announced. Before Mickey, the spoils of his recent, triumphant visit to Dwayne ‘The Rock’ Johnson’s maze of sound-stages lay on a picnic blanket he’d conjured: a whole turkey, now missing a leg; several Tupperware canisters full of green beans, casserole, and mashed potatoes; a whole fish; and, of course, as a personal touch, a block of swiss cheese.
Mickey dug in. As per the wise words of Dwayne, he’d need all the energy he could muster for the next fight. Something told him it was going to be a tough one.
His best friend didn’t seem too worried.
“If you can beat Gilgamesh, I bet you can beat anyone,” the preteen machine surmised, leaning back on the bench above Mickey. He closed his eyes and replaced his sunglasses to block out the offensive fluorescents directly above him.
Mickey, mouth full of green beans, mumbled some words of thanks in response and then glanced up to the screens. The fights of the second round were coming to a close, slowly but surely, but there was still no word about who he and the Nippur guard captain would be up against. Images flashed across the screen, a few of them recognizable to the mouse. He spotted the green monster who’d gone on a rampage against them and killed Luffy shoving someone’s head into some lava -- Gosh forbid he faced him again -- and Sasuke Uchiha fall to the mysterious, creepy looking partner of the nameless Bandit.
Mickey blustered. So many good fighters here. How many of them would he have to get through to win? And did he even really want to? Sure, the prospect of testing his might and getting his strength back against of other Omniversians sounded fun, but only if the competitors weren’t going to take it real heckin’ seriously. Dante’s Abyss might not be the end all be all of terrible malicious deathmatch tournaments he’d once thought, but that didn’t mean people like the alien lady didn’t still treat it that way.
On another screen, another alien man Mickey didn’t recognize was launched into waters that seemed altogether similar to the tumultuous waves of the Vasty Deep he’d just left behind. His partner scrambled, caught off-guard by two women dressed in…
…Pepsi suits?
The mouse’s eyes narrowed and he sat the green beans down on his picnic blanket, taking a closer look, and suddenly recalled Dwayne mentioning a pair of lady jabronis who had taken Pepsiman’s spot as the official representatives of Syntech’s sister mega-corporation after Mickey’s refreshing friend had been utterly gutted minutes into his first match. The mouse king’s brain idly wondered how the guy was doing -- was he back in Coruscant, by now? Had he reincarnated at the Fountain of Infinity yet?
Wherever he was, Mickey was quite sure the corporate big-wigs of PepsiCo missed him, as these two sharp-featured women didn’t seem to share the mascot’s infectious charisma or natural charm. On the contrary, they seemed… kinda vicious, only confirmed as the remaining member of Team Bug Alien Man found his face being smashed in by a glass bottle of soda, courtesy of the grayish-haired woman.
Ostensibly the victors, the women were zapped out of their arena, the remains of their opponents left in their wake. The screen immediately flipped to a commentator and the two mysterious contestants’ pictures flashed on the screen. Their opponents -- 'Cell' and 'Ricter' -- appeared on the opposite side, their faces grayed out as they were shuffled off to the consolation bracket. In their place, the faces of the Pepsiladies’ next opponents slid onto the screen.
Mickey Mouse’s brow quirked as he found himself staring at his own cute mug.
His eyes immediately glanced down at the women’s names. Yuuka Kazami’s headshot flashed a sinister-looking grin over the lobby, and next to it, the shady lady’s signature scowl, labeled just underneath as ‘Whirda Windstrom.’
The mouse perked up. Whirda, Whirda, Whirda Windstrom… why did that sound like something he’d heard before? His face scrunched up as he reached back into the depths of his memory, but nothing major popped into his brain. Where had he heard that name before?
“Blues,” he glanced over his shoulder, “Blues, have we met someone named Whirda Windstrom before?” He was met by no answer as the preteen machine’s attention, in spite of the fact that he didn’t ever sleep, seemed to have drifted away to some certainly much less important daydream. Mickey turned around and poked his best friend in the side.
“Hm? Ow!” the robot protested, jumping back at bit. “What is it, Mick?”
“Who’s Whirda Windstrom? We met her?” the mouse asked.
Proto Man swiped his sunglasses off his face, his eyes widening. “Why?”
His mouth already chewing monstrously on his block of swiss cheese, he simply pointed up at the bracket screen, which had splayed the four primes’ faces above a line of text that simply read:
‘Mickey Mouse and Yu Kanda vs. Whirda Windstrom and Yuuka Kazami.’
Blues went a tad bit pale.
“Well, shoot.”
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