➳ the fight's on!

a lot? more like not enough. being introduced to the city has been a terrible influence on young mister pine here– even if he keeps up with his vegetables, perhaps most of his dust is being used for… important, confection flavored purchases.

“ that was your first mistake. “ he says, a sly look coming across his features as he takes two more boxes– chocolate of course, what else would it be?

“ bet i can eat more than you. “

        Oh, no, he did not just say that. This city has done wonders at least getting Pit to handle money—a slightly foreign concept, even if it shouldn’t be one—but it definitely hasn’t done anything, food-wise. This is—

        “ You? Excuse me? More like that was your first mistake! ”

        This just isn’t helping.

“ ohhhh…. “

he’s holding a small box firmly to his chest, the place smelling vaguely of sugar.

“ pick your favorite bone, pit. you can have mine. “

( @kindledheart​, you are GOD. )

        That is a lot of sugar for two kids to have. This may not be the best idea.

        But who really cares? It’s literally sugar day. Nobody does, especially not Pit.

        “ Oh, no way! You choose first! ”

hi guys i’m really sorry about the event starters ;; i had them written up but i’ve got a high fever and i... slept through the entire afternoon again

if anyone who liked my event starter call would like a regular starter, please let me know! i’ll work on some when i’m conscious since i’m on bed rest

imagine only being here for a few days before the world kicks into an apocalyptic hell. sure can imagine that

here’s a starter call for signal! i’m capping this at four. a few points of note for what pit’s got:

isola is just barely recognizable. the paths may be set in stone… but, in fact, they’re the only things for him that are! the city’s been reduced to the decrepit, crumbling ruins of what it once was, all dull and eroded. in a way, it’s like the world’s forgotten that the city ever existed.

not even nature is present; it’s merely stone and wooden frames. no viridi here, sorry.

the majority of the monsters he sees are just… human beings. they’re indistinct, almost shadowy figures who will wisp away upon defeat with a hint of static, but they look and act completely like humans would.

a few other monsters are echoes of kid icarus, and yet… not. there’s things like bright green, translucent jellyfish and one-eyed heads, but there’s also monsters that seem to just generate themselves from thin air glue and rock!

        “ Hm? Uh, this? It’s a bow, yeah! ” well, okay, if you’ll be honest, being prompted about your weapon just outside a whole block of unknown eateries is… an unusual thing, to put it lightly - but then again, you’ve never really undergone an event as such, courtesy of the… lack of distinct eateries on a block back home, to be honest. ( if anything, it’s the question of how you can have wings. ) it’s not… really as if you care, though; for all you know, the types of bows you’ve used are ones others have never used, though you kind of doubt that.

        okay, bow? check! wings? check! and your energy?

        well, it’s enough to fight something out there that’s against the cause of the city, you just know it is!

        you barely fly through the foes flapping through the sky, dodging wings and attacks alike; eventually, you manage to land, skidding a few feet over the land as you do. you position your bow in front of you, guarding for any possible immediate attack before you’ve settled down - though nothing really brushes up at you, and you relax soon after, just enough to gauge your surroundings.

        it’s not a very populated area, lacking allies and enemies alike; of course, however, that makes a swarm nearby all the more noticeable, and you take it upon yourself to run to the scene. on a closer view, it’s… a ton of eyes ( polyeyes, your mind blurts, because they’re not monoeyes but they aren’t just heads with two eyes and nothing more ) and a ton of… something. really, they only look like cavalry, but if past missions have told you anything, it’s that looks can be deceiving - and staying on guard is, of course, your best bet.

        you slash your bow at some of the outermost flank when you arrive, clearing as much as you can in a brief period - though it seems soon after the other can handle the rest with ease, a wave of magic blasting a gaggle of others back. uh - well, hm… -

        “ y’know, do you think they’ll believe me if i tell them i used to be an angel? ”

        they’re hanging out - sort of, kinda, seeing as bundling these plants from the woods all up in a bind to take back with oscar is as close to ‘ hanging out ’ as they can get right now - and pit takes a moment as he gathers a last fig from a bush to stand up, dusting shades of green off his clothes and the tops of his shoes. it’s been a relatively silent trip aside from noting what to find and what to take note of, and in that moment, considering he’s at least managed harvesting a small area of their travels, it.. probably wouldn’t hurt to have some idle chatter in there, right?

— pit / fourteen / human (…?!)

a human of the opalarian empire. though aligned with them, it’s merely out of location; he has no interest in helping the war, rather preferring to stop it - as the fruit of beginnings seems more trivial than the casualties and effects it may have on any kingdom. he’s also not very comfortable with this change - alongside that this happened before in a previous event, it’s jarring to no longer be an angel, even with the knowledge and interpretation he has of humankind. such has been frayed somewhat by the disreputable activity in opalaria by humans, but it hasn’t exactly affected his ideals as a whole. it’s an angel thing, he supposes!

he doesn’t have much of an occupation in fantasia; it’s something of merchant and delivery work, though he tends to get distracted a lot by other points. he’s also likely found trying to bug a pretty good friend, despite their differing kingdoms, or attempting one of those grand quests on the board.

unlike normal action, he was not actually actively helping at the city center before the scene change; he either stayed indoors or helped others away from the center if needed, primarily because of an unwavering pyrophobia that still hasn’t faded. he feels bad on his part for being unable to help, though knowing said phobia, it might’ve made things worse if he jumped into the fray, anyway. ( speaking of which, he’s... frankly really afraid for what comes next with the fire above them now. )

— abilities.

physical. his speed, agility, and strength, though hard to show off without a varying amount of weapons like in canon, are still present; it makes it a bit out of the ordinary, coming from a fourteen-year old human kid, but that’s to be expected in fantasia, huh?

magic. 

retained: ability to fly for 20 mins, translated to a spell alike levitate with aesthetic outlines of wings.

gained: heal, restore ; blessing ; light. arguably, he’s not the best at magic, so he uses this all sparingly.

weapons. the palutena bow, still retaining its features and appearance as granted in spirale. the arrows are claimed to be conjured from magic.

— other.

outfit. different, and probably more fitting to high fantasy summer seasons. i’m not.. exactly sure what outfit he has, actually, you should probably get back to me on that, except that it’s actually reasonable. he still has some of the gold and definitely his scarf, though.

        “ Hey, excuse me-- !! ” okay, so bounding up to a stranger is probably a surprise out of absolutely, totally nowhere, but it seems to be a norm now in the city, and completely fine with... er, just a couple of people! granted, you’ve never really done it, but with the question you’re asking immediately, you figure it’s worth the risks!

Jude frowns at the question of spirits being like ghosts. They…weren’t, really, were they? After all, spirits had lives, and could die…and be resurrected through spirit fossils. 

“Well, no. Spirits are elemental beings. Most of them are lesser spirits…as far as we know there’s only five Great Spirits that are…” Still alive? Celsius had her spyrite, and he’d seen Volt and Aska… “Um…still around, I guess. There’s a spirit for fire, water, earth, wind, and…I guess she’s time and space.”

Whatever she was, Jude didn’t want to linger on it. 

“There are theories that humans can be reincarnated as spirits, but right now, it’s still just a theory. Lesser spirits aren’t visible to humans, though. Their existence was also a theory for a long time, but someone proved that one to be true. I guess spirits don’t exist in your world, then?”

        “ Elemental, huh? ” okay, so that’s… something already pretty different, sure! not that it really makes sense, but like much in this city has made a lot of sense back home, anyways. “ Really? That’s cool! So you can see Great Spirits, but you can’t see the other ones, and there’s not much else explanation on them, but they’re really helpful! ”

        … now to, uh, hope that’s at least passable.

  Somehow, the battle cry eases her nerves, watching the black balloon drift away from the arrow’s trajectory. A smile crosses Kaoru’s face, hold on her guitar loosening from the deathly white-knuckled grip she had on it before. She runs her fingers along the strings, giving a short note as a musical greeting to the boy now before her.

  “ No need to apologize, my angelic friend. I suppose not getting involved would have been for the best for you in the end, though I am eternally grateful for your arrival nonetheless. There has been no harm brought upon me as of yet, so I do hope I can keep it that way, ” Kaoru answers, giving a light hum. Her nerves have absolutely calmed down with Pit’s company, stepping a bit closer.

  She swings her guitar, popping one of the white balloons with the neck. “ Were you told how to play this game? I can explain quickly, but… we truly should be going as fast as we can to pop these. ”

        you bow towards kaoru in succession, the note a great twirl of the wind alongside you. at the very least, kaoru seems okay for the moment, already something better than what you’d briefly seen flying in. “ Aw, don’t worry about it! Something would’ve happen at some point. After all, it’s an angel’s sworn duty to protect humankind! ”

        ( okay, not for every angel, but certainly for you, yeah? yep! )

        “ Yep! I heard it earlier when I was passing through. It’s shoot the black ones, and avoid the w— er, no, the other way around, right? ” okay, well, whatever, she knows the rules, and so do you! it’s one slipup. “ We have time! It’s just a matter of finding the right trouble, you know! ”

        well, that sure is a lot of calloons - catloons - balloons! whatever they are, you sure didn’t expect them all to gang up on you! the power of flight and palutena’s bow are really miracles here, and you’re thankful for it - even if palutena herself isn’t here.

        there is another kid here, actually - has been for a while for dealing with the same crowd, albeit a bit far away. you can’t really see how many they’ve popped - or if they’re popping the right ones, considering how close all these catloons are getting, but you figure at some point you can ask eventually! it sure wouldn’t hurt.