Hot anguish flooded his system following the dull, throbbing pain that rose from the bottom of his spine, his blink-and-miss it marriage with the wall behind him brief, but effective.  Having been cast aloft by a wild swing dealt by the gargantuan simian, Jak was helpless to act as he came crashing back down to terrafirma, having failed to see the blow coming. 

Reaching a hand behind to tenderly probe the likely bruised area, the toppled rebel struggled to prevent himself from twitching, the hand that freely hung by his side trembling tremendously before he fashioned it into a fist to allay certain errant compulsions. When he did manage to regain a vertical base, the riled youth would slowly raise his head, unveiling tight features and a mouth that was pressed thin and bloodless, primed to impart furious words.

　His footsteps were sounding heavy. First the scrap metal, now this. Having just finished running back from one of the mansion’s labs, Shulk could be seen coming out from the storage room, carrying two large crates in his hands, one of which was slightly blocking his view due to its height--- again. At least the inside wasn’t made of countless machine parts and the like.

　Despite that, he seemed content enough (if you took a closer look at his expression), walking and lugging these around. Maybe it’s due to extra exercise? Or the nicer than usual weather? If it got any sunnier, this might not be so fun. But likely neither. Spring cleaning was hectic. Lost and found, extra/free items, books, the labels on them read... what exactly was inside these boxes? Idle curiosity prodded him on. 

　Alas, it’d have to wait until he made it back inside and to the lobby. All on his own at the moment, it just so happened (feeling increasingly unfortunate). For something as simple as this, Shulk figured he could manage. But who was that up ahead now? Oh, the tie. Out of all the things to notice. Peering around his highest box, the young man took care not to rush, approaching with a smile. 

　“Hey! Good afternoon, Donkey Kong. Out for training?” Had it not been DK, but Jigglypuff (or almost anyone else), he probably would’ve walked straight into him, and trouble would naturally follow. Big trouble for the rest of the day.

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“OHHHH CRAAAAAP!”

The Wan Room’s door had opened very high up -- in the side of a large tree in some jungle -- and Mugen found himself falling quite a distance before landing with a loud THUD.

There was now a Mugen-shaped hole in the forest floor, with Mugen lying at the bottom of it and groaning in pain. One rectangular-fingered hand reached up from the hole, and then another, grabbing onto the edges of the hole and pulling their dazed master up.

Dear DK/Lucina,

ohh.... dk is very h0t.(ง •̀_•́)ง (ง •̀_•́)ง (ง •̀_•́)ง BUT IT’S NOT ANIMU WITHOUT DRAMA CD

HEY YOOO LOOK OUT dong DOWN BELOWHERE HE COMES BANANA—

"H-huh?"

Sami smiled at the monkey as he spoke, rather surprised to see him talking, but also figuring that there were quite a variety of strange things she’d seen- this certainly wasn’t the last. Besides, what with the fighters visiting from so many realms, there had to be a place where this was normal.