~Yoshi (still pink), Kirby, the Ice Climbers, Waluigi, Dobs, Mariella, Kin, Doom, Master Hand~
{Icicle Mountain}
profile.imeem.com/e67bfS/music/Zy9Ohjdx/hans_zimmerat_worlds_end_ost_singapore/ (or Singapore) (stop or repeat at 1:00)
As the unlikely party trudge up the icy slopes of Icicle Mountain, Smashers and forumers alike exchanged interesting conversation; in fact, the only ones who weren't talking were Yoshi and Master Hand. The landscape of this mountainous land included few trees, and whichever trees existed at this height were dead and barren. The ground at their feet was almost always either snow or ice, and usually they were ascending small ledges which circled around the mountain towards the top. A light snow shimmered around them, and a cool breeze blew. A spectacular mountain view could be seen as they moved.
Waluigi shivered. "N-no one s-said anything about the c-c-cold!" An icicle was forming on his nose from his nose drippings.
Popo sighed. "That's because it's assumed that the climate of a place called ICICLE Mountain would generally be cold! Luckily for you, I brought a spare parka; may be a little small for you, though..." Popo brought out a tiny little dwarfish blue parka and offered it to Waluigi.
"Th-thanks!" Waluigi said, snatching the parka and shoving it on, even though it cut off at the buttons on his black overalls.
Yoshi, meanwhile, was paying close attention to Master Hand, evaluating him suspiciously. Master Hand, of course, looked as he always did, and was up towards the front with the Ice Climbers, who were leading the way. Finally, Yoshi decided to address the former enemy.
"Alright, Master Hand, what is your deal? How have you ever been in Subspace, why do you want to help find Snicket, and
WHY, may I ask, in the
WORLD, would you ever consider teaming up with us?"
Master Hand laughed, but not loudly like he did when the Smashers usually fought him. "That's a mouthful. I've already told you, Snicket is my personal scribe, and records all of the dealings of the Nintendo World to be distributed to me exclusively! He was just about to publish his first book called--"
"--Yes, we know the name, it's very long," Yoshi interjected. "But somehow I doubt that he ever actually
told you that he'd only give the story to you!"
Master Hand replied, still calmly, "Well, we'll just have to see about that when we find him, won't we? Now about your other questions...I don't think it's really neccessary for me to tell you HOW I've been to Subspace...suffice it to say that I have, and I know the general way back, but it's not easy. And as for teaming up with you, well,
that I'm willing to answer...I and the other hands have, as you know, been supporting the Ancient Minister for some time now...but recently, I've been beginning to dislike the way the Minister uses creation...he creates, but then uses it to destroy! This is an abomination and a waste of time, effort, life, and creativity! I am sick and tired of putting up with what he's been doing...if I'd know he would abuse my powers in such a way, I'd never have helped him...and I have yet to share my feeling with my counterparts, but I have a feeling that they will agree, if with a little persuasion. Are you satisfied?"
"I suppose..." Yoshi said, still suspicious.
"How much farther?" Waluigi complained.
Popo responded, "Oh, I'd say about 30 more complaints further and we'll reach the Summit...or, translated into time, about an hour..."
Waluigi groaned and continued to shiver.
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[glow=purple,2,300][SuBsPaCe][/glow]
(resume Singapore at 2:35)
An empty colosseum, complete with modern seating and field as well as a giant blank TV screen. There was complete silence, and not a single thing moved. But instead of a typically blue sky, there was writhing purple energy covering everything which could be seen outside the stadium.
(Jack Sparrow Theme)
A lone shadowy figure stood atop the edge of the colosseum, and with a single leap, jumped off the edge towards the field below; he appeared to be gliding, however, his cloak billowing behind him, for his anti-gravity boots glowed blue, slowing the fall dramatically.
Snicket landed softly on the field of the colosseum, his hood blown back and his boots returned to their normal brown color. He looked around him when suddenly dozens of Primids appeared and dove towards him, various weapons drawn.
Bob drew out his Super Hammer and charged into battle. He spun, jumped, and flipped, dodging enemy strikes and leaping forward to tackle the enemy.
He was fighting when he came across an exact copy of himself. "Hey," the other Snicket said, "These Primids are mine! I got myself into this mess, now I'm going to get myself out!"
"Oh, really?" The first Snicket replied.
"No, they're ours!" Several other Snickets appeared throughout the Primids, fighting just as he did.
"Well," Bob said, what if I were to do....
this?" Snicket snapped his right gloved hand, which had now turned back to white. Every Primid, and every other Snicket vanished into sparkling dust.
Amazing, Snicket thought.
My Illusion powers have grown much stronger...I made all that myself?Then Snicket seemed to suddenly notice the environment around him.
Wait... he thought.
I recognize this colosseum...it was the first place to get blown up by a Subsp-- He then realized the truth.
Yes, I must be in Subspace...that's obviously what the Subspace Bomb does...but where is everybody?Snicket began to walk around.
smashbro ~~~ Authority: 20 ~~~ Combat: 10
