r/whowouldwin Mar 04 '22

Event Character Scramble 15 Semifinals: I'm Still Here

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This round is for matches 37 and 38 on the bracket. Make sure to double check to see if you’re in this one!


Your journey is reaching its end. The location of Kingdom Hearts may be nearly impossible to reach on foot, by land, or by sky. Except there is one way to get there. After all this time traveling, all the information you’ve acquired, all the things you’ve seen, you know the secret. It all involves a door.

“When the door is open, so too will Kingdom Hearts open.”

There’s one door that is spoken of. A door used by a dreaded space captain. This captain stole treasures from all across the universe, and kept them to himself, never to be seen again. This door is a portal that opens to his treasure, and it can also open up to anywhere in the entire universe. It can open the way to Kingdom Hearts.

And that door is located on…

Treasure Planet

So you know where to go. But how do you exactly open this door?

Luckily for you, one brave adventurer holds a map, a spaceship, and the key to this door, and is looking for a crew to help escort them across the cosmos to reach the planet unharmed. That’s when the ideas start to formulate.

Escort or Heist?

Will your team present themselves to this adventurer and offer them aid? In exchange for directions, a split prize, and a companion, this would involve ensuring their safety, providing passage across all of Treasure Planet, fighting off any who would stand in your path, putting your life in harm's way all the while.

Or… will your team simply wait for someone else to take up the offer? If they follow this path, they can stalk the team who joins them instead. By prowling in wait, they can ambush the other team at the vital moment they reach the treasure, and take it all for themselves. However, you’d need to obtain your own means of travel, as losing sight of them means losing the treasure in its entirety.

Space, Land, or Underground?

Traversing an entire planet aimlessly is a good way to get yourselves killed. You’ll need to pick a route that’s safest to get there with the least danger possible.

Do you approach from outer space? Going from above may seem like the route with the least danger, but it comes with plenty of downsides. One wrong move, a stray asteroid, an attack that leaves you stranded from the ship, can leave you floating in the deep reaches of space until you finally perish.

Do you approach from land? It’s the most straightforward and easiest to circumnavigate, but this planet is covered in deep jungles and vegetation, with very little wildlife. Resources may be difficult to manage, the path would be the longest, and an ambush is almost all but guaranteed.

Do you approach from the underground? Beneath the surface is an entire system of passageways, tunnels, and heavy machinery, as if the planet was built by some insane person. It’d get you to the door the fastest if you know where you’re going, but if you don’t… you may be lost under here forever.

The Door

At the pivotal moment when the door is open, what will your team do? It can offer them guidance, lead them anywhere in the universe, and lead them exactly to Kingdom Hearts. But the promise of unlimited riches stands in front of them as well. It is here that what is most important to them will be tested.

All of this being said… this is the final leg of your quest before finally obtaining all you desire. So… what will you do?


Scramble Rules

That’s Sora, Donald, and Goofy Too!: Every participant this season received three characters on their team, but many of them might not be a household name. To aid with readability, please give a brief summary of your characters, with enough information so the average reader can get excited for your team before starting.

Let Your Heart Be Your Guiding Key: Your write up will depict a scenario where your team is the victor. Even if your team has a one in a million chance of overcoming the odds, show what they’d need to do to come out on top against the challenge in front of them!

Unlocking Limit Form: Writers are allowed to make changes to their characters in their narrative to fit their story, such as allowing power stealers to gain more powers, teaching martial artists new techniques, or having characters gradually grow in strength between rounds. However, you are not beholden to following what your opponent is doing. When facing another team, you are only required to write their characters as they were submitted. This is to help with ease of research, and make things more fun for both sides.


Round Rules

Guest Starring…: Space Adventurers! The guest in this round is someone who has a vested interest in Treasure Planet. Are they the person who holds the key, who needs to be escorted to the door? Are they the leader of the band of misfits who intend on stealing your treasure for themselves, or the group that escorts the client to the door? Are they a lone wanderer, stuck on this planet, who once resided on the crew of the captain who stole all the treasure? However they show up is up to you!

Setting: Treasure Planet, a mysterious and deadly planet said to hold all the treasures in the world at its core. The solar system surrounding it, deep in the cosmos, bathes this world in purple hues, the lights from hundreds of millions of stars. The planet itself is teeming with vegetation. Thick jungles, moss, mildew, and yet curiously, no life at all. Only the remnants of an adventure long since finished. Underneath the surface, this planet functions as a machine. Deep tunnels that lead to secret passageways, lights that illuminate this world, and cogs turning for some reason or another. There are plenty of paths that all lead to the same place. The door that leads to everywhere, and most importantly, to your goal.

Key Points: The key points of this round are as follows. You must obtain the key to open the door that leads into your ultimate goal (Kingdom Hearts). How you obtain this key, reach the door, and what roles the enemy team and guest fill are up to you.

Post Limit: For this round, writers will be limited to 10 posts, or 100k characters. While it is fine to go a little bit over, anything that far surpasses this limit will be automatically disqualified. This limit does not include intro posts, or analysis of the matchup. Use your best judgment, if you think your story is too long for the round, it probably is.

Due Date: Write ups will be due at 10PM EST on April 8th. That’s a full month, so you should have plenty of time!


Flavor Suggestions

The Door is Open: Your team is heading for the door that resides somewhere on this planet. This door is essentially a portal that can lead to anywhere in the entire universe. While you ultimately have a destination in mind, does such a prospect tempt anyone on your team? How would they react to such an easy method of transportation? Would they try to keep it for themselves? Visit any places before settling on Kingdom Hearts?

Fool’s Gold: The core of Treasure Planet is roughly one hundred million billion metric tons of gold, jewelry, and riches stolen from various cultures and civilizations. Maybe your team is only in it for the money. So, is there something that’d tempt them even more than this? Some kind of goal that’d make them seek out Kingdom Hearts instead of ending their journey here and just nabbing as much gold as they can get their hands on? Or maybe, they’ll get greedy, and try to do both? Remember, it all depends on what your team would do!

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u/OddDirective Apr 09 '22

“Got any fives?”

Hale scratched his head underneath his hat, staring at the cards in his hand. Finally, after thinking long and hard, he replied “Go fish.”

“Seriously?!” shouted Chuuya indignantly. “How can you not have anything I’ve asked for?! It’s not that hard, either! Haven’t you ever played cards before?!”

“Well, I’ve not played this game!” shouted Hale back.

“Oi, Chuuya. Calm down,” Gentaro called over his shoulder. “It’s just a game.”

The three of them, with nothing better to do but wait, had set up a makeshift table and chairs, and were now passing the time via a deck of cards Chuuya found in his pocket. That being said, it was grinding Chuuya's nerves to dust.

"Yeah, yeah, but games are supposed to be- gghk!" Chuuya said, drawing and interrupting himself once he saw the face of the card.

"You okay, mate?" his opponent asked.

"Yeah, I'm fine." Chuuya growled, setting the pair of fives in front of him to join the two other pairs he'd made. It still left him with eight cards in his hands.

Hale smiled. "It's good you're getting on the board! Though, it's still my go, yeah?"

Hale had six different pairs in front of him, and as he began the laborious process of figuring out which of the four cards he had in hand he'd ask for, Chuuya scowled. What the hell did they teach in Australia?

"How about fours?" Hale asked. Chuuya threw the card across the table, and Hale set down his seventh. Then, mercifully, he called to Gentaro "Say, these pictures are confusing me. Can you take a look?"

Gentaro came around the table, and a strange expression crossed his face. "W-Well, those two are both the same, so you should have put them down already…"

"Really? But he hasn’t got a beard! A proper match should have them both have beards, or at least a mustache. Has there been some alliance I haven’t heard of?"

"They're both Kings, can't you see?"

Chuuya could almost feel the veins popping out of his forehead. Hale laid down his pair of kings, and looked at the final card in his hand. Surely, surely this couldn't take long to end.

"Alright, have you got any fives?"

Chuuya flipped the table onto Hale.

“Ahhhh, I’m sick of this!” Chuuya said, marching away from the others. “How long has that asshole been gone? We’re in a vault the size of a city and we can’t do anything but sit here and never learn how to play cards!”

“Hey, that was uncalled for!” Gentaro said, sticking up for a Hale who largely didn’t seem bothered by what Chuuya did. “Apologize!”

“I’m sorry,” sighed Chuuya. “It’s just all this damn waiting. It’s been hours since that Stitcher guy disappeared, we haven’t seen anything alive that isn’t each other, and even if there is someone to look out for, they could be miles away! If something doesn’t happen in the next five minutes, I’m gonna lose my freaking mind!”

It was at that moment that the ceiling broke open.

Off in the distance, not too far out, but still a fair bit away, a blue and orange blob, no, a man, swooped around in lazy circles near the hole that had just been made in the ceiling. Chuuya strained to look, and it seemed like the flying one was checking for something. And in the hole, there were more than just the one flying around.

A thunderous clap on the back nearly knocked Chuuya over. “Well, that looks like your wish come true, doesn’t it? Let’s see what they’re up to.” Hale said, before squaring up, and leaping thirty feet towards the new arrival.

Chuuya fixed his hat back onto his head. “Well, time to do what we’ve been brought here to do. Kisaragi. Who do you think these guys are?”

“Who knows?” he replied. “Hopefully, these guys can be reasonable, and nothing big happens.”

And that’s when the tremor hit.


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u/OddDirective Apr 09 '22

Animal Man flew around the cavern, and seeing no one, returned to the tunnel he had dug, and the teammates he had left there. "Looks like we're clear to go."

He held a hand out to Steeljack, but Steeljack waved him off. "What do you think that is, a hundred feet?"

Animal Man nodded, and so Steeljack stepped up to the edge of the hole.

"I can take it," he added. He leaned forwards… and fell straight down.

Animal Man tried to catch and catch up with him, but all he could do was watch as Steeljack hit the layer of gold and kept going down, sending a shock through the cavern and a splash of coins and gems back up at him. After a moment, Steeljack surfaced, and he had a smile on his face as he did.

"You ever seen so much loot in one place? Haha! I feel like Scrooge McDuck!"

A metal hook and line shot out to a stalactite, and it pulled taut connected to a gun in Gwenpool's hands. "Found my grapple gun, guys!"

Both Gwen and Lancelot swung down from that perch, and spiraled around safely while the gun let out slack. Finally, just as it ran out, the pair leapt the five or so feet down safely to the ground, meeting the metal man who had just pulled himself from the sea of treasure.

Animal Man touched down, making the group whole, and turned to Gwenpool. “So, which way should we get going?”

Gwen surveyed the area. “Well, he’s not here right now. But he has a real annoying habit of suddenly appearing when he needs to in a place people aren’t looking. So stay sharp, and I’ll try and keep my eye on everything.”

“So, where do we go from here?” asked Steeljack.

The answer to a different question came leaping over a mountain of gold, and gave Lancelot barely enough time to raise his shield before a fist imposed itself into it rather than his chest. His heels dug two trenches in the ground as he was sent back fifteen feet from the impact.

“Well well well! You’re still standing!” said the new arrival, a towering shirtless man with chiseled muscles, a face that resembled Tom Selleck's, and a smattering of chest hair that if you looked at it right, resembled the continent of Australia in all its glory. "That means you're made of the right stuff. So, what do you want from here and how do you think I should turn this into another issue of one of my Thrilling Tales?"

“Wh- Who the hell do you think you are?” Animal Man shouted back at him.

“The name’s Saxton Hale, CEO of Mann Co. ‘We sell products and get into fights’!" Hale said with a smile. "So, looking to buy some solid-gold bullets, or would you prefer the second option?"

"Hold iiiiiiiit!" came a calling voice from behind Hale. The heroes looked, and saw two more people approaching from behind the hill. The closer one appeared to be rocketing around the plain of gold on his own two feet, while the further one was bouncing like he was under moon gravity. And of course, the one on the ground made it there first.

He surfed down the hill with the greatest of ease, before leaping up and planting a heel kick into the back of Hale's head. Hale barely staggered from it, but it certainly got his attention as the man landed in front of him. He had a stylish hat and coat on, and beneath that hat came a mess of red hair. But now, all the fury in his much-smaller frame was aimed at the towering CEO. "What the hell did you run up and punch them for?!"

"Hey, don't blame me," Hale said, leaning back up to his full height. "I thought these guys were thieves."

"What kind of thieves show up wearing full plate armor?!"

"Haven't you ever heard of the Crusades?" Gwen said as an aside.

Finally, the moon walker arrived just as Lancelot returned. He looked to be in the middle of their heights, with his black hair in a styled pompadour and his clothes a similar shade- even if his jacket looked much too small for him. "Oi, you two! Quit it! Don't you know the proper way to introduce yourself to a person?"

"Of course I know! He's the one who forgot!" complained the red-haired one, before taking a deep breath and rubbing the bridge of his nose.

"Look, we clearly got off on the wrong foot, here," Animal Man chimed in. "Let's just talk about stuff right now, okay?"

"Alright," said the man in the suit. "Did you guys make that rumble happen?"

Animal Man raised a brow, and turned back. "Did we make it?"

Steeljack raised his hand. "That was me. Turns out, there’s ground below all this."

"Good to know. Now that that's cleared up," said the red-haired man, dusting off his hands, “My name is Chuuya Nakahara. Port Mafia executive. The gorilla's name is Saxton Hale, and the delinquent is Gentaro Kisaragi. You?”

“Animal Man. Justice League Europe," replied Animal Man, before pointing to his allies in turn. "Steeljack, Lancelot, and Gwenpool.”

Chuuya sneered. “Grand. Pleasure meeting with you.”

“You must be the people the Stitcher hired,” Animal Man said.

“‘Hired’ is a strong word. You must be the people he’s worried will steal his treasure.”

“We’re not here to steal his treasure, really. We want to talk to him.”

Chuuya shrugged. "Well, he's not here right now, but when he gets back, I'll let you try. But we can't just let you walk around, checking things out, you know?"

“And what if it turns out the Stitcher is hiding somewhere past you guys?” Animal Man pointed out

“Well, then, it seems like we’re at an impasse,” concluded Chuuya.

The two sides stared each other down, not moving, for a few tense moments.

"Hey. Metal guy," Gentaro suddenly said. "You look like you've seen some rough stuff in your day. Is that right?"

Steeljack looked back at him, and just said “Maybe I have. Why do you care?”

“The name’s Gentaro Kisaragi! And I’ve made my decision!” said Gentaro, pointing directly at Steeljack. “I’m going to become friends with you!”

A silence hung in the air.

Steeljack looked to the others on Gentaro’s side. “He get dropped on his head as a kid or something?”

“That’s my theory,” Chuuya said.

“I’m being serious!” Gentaro rebutted. “I made a pledge that I’d make friends with anyone I could. That’s why, I’ll make you see that we can be friends yet!”

“The world doesn't work that way, kid,” Steeljack replied. “Even the angels can’t do everythin’. And if you keep openin’ yourself up like that, you’re just gonna get used up by somebody and thrown away. I would know.”

Gentaro reached into his pocket, and drew out a device with one bold motion. “I’ll show you the strength of my convictions!”

As he strapped it to his waist, Steeljack’s eyes went wide. Gentaro flipped four switches in turn, each powering up his belt, before staring his new friend dead in the eyes and pushing a lever on his belt. ”3… 2… 1!” it sounded off.

“Henshin!”

“No way,” said Steeljack under his breath.

A ring of holographic light and white smoke surrounded Gentaro, and when it dissipated- he had transformed completely. Now, the person standing where he had been looked like someone took the space shuttle and turned it into an outfit. Four bulky cylinders protected the forearms and shins of the wearer, while the rest was a thin sleek cover of white armor. Finally, the head itself looked like a squat rocket, tail fins at the bottom and a nose-cone at the top, while a pair of orange eyes were the only indication it was a mask.

Gentaro crouched down, then thrust his fists to the sky. “SPACE IS HERE!”

“This isn’t possible,” said Steeljack. “Every last one of you, you all were on the train- all of you were from dead worlds! Who the hell are you?”

Gentaro pointed a fist at the metal man. “Kamen Rider Fourze. Let’s settle this one-on-one, okay? And if I win, you’ve gotta become my friend!”

Seeing this, Hale uncrossed his arms. “Well, it seems diplomacy has failed. Good thing there’s still the simplest form of problem-solving. With action!”

“Hey, hey!” said Animal Man, holding his hands up. “Why are you so eager to fight? We don’t need to be your enemies.”

Gwen turned away from the conversation, a hand on her chin. “Hang on. No thoughts, only actions. No perspective dominating the scene. There hasn’t even been motivations spelled out. That’s… third party objective. And that means-”

The words caught in her throat. She scanned everywhere, searching for something desperately- and there it was.

“He’s here!” Gwen shouted over the growing hostility.

And a slow clap rang out over the assembled fighters. On an abandoned throne on top of a hill, the Stitcher smiled from ear to ear.

So, you’ve finally arrived.I’m so glad you could make it.

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u/OddDirective Apr 09 '22

“Tch. Took you long enough,” complained Chuuya.

I’m a very busy man.” the Stitcher said.

“So then,” Hale said, turning back to face him, “what are you not-paying us to do here, huh?”

You were supposed to protect me.” came the reply.

Chuuya did a double take at this “Ehhhhhh? Seriously? You’re even stronger than we are, aren’t you? I can’t believe this.”

The Stitcher raised an eyebrow at him, and so Chuuya continued. “You overpowered us in order to bring us here, and now we’re just supposed to fight off some guys that want to fight you? To hell with that!”

Chuuya turned his back to the Stitcher, and spat “Go find your own bodyguards. We won’t fight for you.”

Very well.

WHACK

That was the sound of a thick string stabbing into the back of Hale’s head, knocking him forwards. Before he could truly fall, more white strings rushed in and looped around his forearms, his shoulders, his chest, and pulled him up to a standing position. They went up into the shadows over the ceiling, but not before all saw what the other ends connected to.

One on each finger, the Stitcher pulled the strings.

Hale’s eyes reopened, and he spoke. “I am self-indulgent.”

“You asshole!” Chuuya shouted, conjuring up a ball of his ability and whipping around. But the strings were faster than he was.

The impact threw him flying, but after a few short moments, he stood up, and put his hat back on his head. “I can never finish what I start.”

Animal Man shook off whatever hesitation he had, and kicked off the ground, flying straight for the Stitcher. But before he reached, Lancelot leapt up and tackled him down.

“What the hell are you-”

A line of white wires- no, not wires. Threads burst from the ground, stretching up high to the ceiling, and from the ceiling fell down to the ground. They bent around one another, formed into a fence of ‘X’es, and blocked the heroes from getting any closer. And it isolated the last remaining one the Stitcher had not captured.

Fourze wheeled around, and ran towards the Stitcher. The Stitcher simply raised his hand, and the threads fired towards Fourze, the ones that would make him like the rest of his team.

“Like hell I’ll let you!” he shouted, and pressed a button on his belt.

“Scissors, On!” the belt called, and on his left arm, a pair of giant scissors appeared. The threads bunched up, then scattered out, each aiming for a different part of Fourze’s body, but the Kamen Rider was fast. He cut two threads going for his right, then spun and got one going for his head.

But the final two went through, wrapping around his weapon arm and pulling it tight away from his body. Fourze grunted, then bellowed “I can still fight!”

His right arm slammed another switch- ”Chainsaw, On!”, and a chainsaw sprouted from his right leg, just in time for the Stitcher to send another set of threads his way. This time, he stayed grounded, whirled around on one leg, and severed each and every one.

He spun and severed the next package, and the next, and the next… but he couldn’t go on forever.

A white thread stabbed into Fourze’s leg, holding it back, and then another went into his left. Another thread into the right arm, another into the small of his back. Left shoulder. Right shoulder.

And finally, the head.

The threads spun Fourze back around, and marched him in line with the others. “I put too much work on myself.”

From the other side of the wall, Animal Man howled. “You monster! They had lives! They had feelings! You can’t just take control of them like they’re nothing but puppets to dance for your amusement!”

Hale spoke. “But I already was, wasn’t I?”

“These three represent who I am perfectly,” added Chuuya.

“You’ll have to get through them if you want to face me,” finished Fourze.

“You coward.” Steeljack scowled. “Why not talk in your own voice, and fight us on your own terms?”

The Stitcher just sneered back. “Let the games begin.

The wall fell, and the fighters on strings leapt to the fray.


Hey, it's me, Gwenpool. Yeah, you're probably wondering why I haven't been talking much since we got here. Well, two things happened.

First off, I was looking for where the Stitcher would pop up, which kept my focus away from the rest of the situation. And second-

I grabbed five bags of gold before this started.

Hey, can you blame me? I have to look out for myself, and also have more than myself to look out for. If I can get out of this with enough cash to pay for a trip to the Bahamas (and, y'know, don't get dropped from reality because we lost), I'll consider that a complete win.

Anyways, where were we? Right, the fight.

Steeljack blocked a punch from Hale that still sent him reeling, but at least I didn’t have to worry about that side of the fight. The same couldn’t be said for the stuff on the other one, though. Lancelot got hit by a ball Chuuya threw, and that sent him pinned to the ground. I shot at him a bit, but Fourze blocked for him, kept his concentration. Speaking of, where was he?

“Gwen, behind you!” Lancelot shouted.

I tucked and rolled just as a spiked ball whizzed through the air where my head was. Fourze appeared out of nowhere, the ball on his left arm, and reared back for another shot-

But then Animal Man kicked him in the back of the head, sending him flying back toward Chuuya. He’d been trying to target the strings that controlled them, but the bits that were even visible anymore weren’t coming out.

“Are you okay?” he asked.

I dusted myself off. “Yeah fine, but I’ll be right back! Try and knock the short guy off his feet!”

“Wait, hang on-” but I was already gone.

It’s easy to get places when you’re outside the world. If you know where you want to go, you can walk there just by remembering where it is, in relation to everywhere else. But now wasn’t the time to walk, it was the time to run all the way back to the base. So I did.

I leapt down into the control room, tucked, rolled and said “Alright people, it’s showtime!”

“Wh- Really?” asked the animal.

“Yeah, it’s a round earlier than we thought,” I replied, “but it turns out we’re fighting right now!”

The other girl smiled. “Well, took you long enough. Let’s get a move on, people!”

All five quickly got into places, and I led them out, back into the space between stories.

“Alright, the plan is, you three help out Steeljack,” I explained on the run, “you bring all of your guys to help fight the big guy, and you-”

“I already know who I’m fighting,” said the hero.

“Allllright cool!” I said, turning and running the last few yards to the thread I’d left. “I’m gonna look down, make sure the coast is clear, and when I call for you-”

Then I actually looked.

The Stitcher smiled back up at me.

Let’s make it a little more interesting.

“Oh, &$@%.”

I dove, launching myself into the world just as the Stitcher turned back to face the rest of the fight. He raised a hand, pointed it at all six fighters, and spoke.

Divide."


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u/OddDirective Apr 09 '22

When the walls go up, I’m busy runnin’ at the Chuuya kid, tryin’ to throw him off his game and make him slip up with his attacks. I don’t get a good look at them, but I know they’re the Stitcher’s doing. He’s boxin’ us all into our own fights.

“You want to know a secret?” the mafioso says, as he dances around my jabs and hooks. “I’ve got some awful habits.”

“I’ll turn runnin’ your mouth into one,” I say, feinting and swinging an uppercut his way.

But I ain’t fast enough. The fist just misses his chin as he leans back, then launches forward with his hand. One touch, and I’m down to the weight of a milk jug. He follows it up with a jumping knee that sends me up, and a spinning kick that launches me thirty feet.

“No, but seriously, I can never finish the things I start,” Chuuya continues. “It’s a pattern I can’t break out of. I see something interesting, I give it a try, I say I’ll get around to it, and then it sits there unfinished ‘til the sun goes supernova.”

I try an’ get back up, but suddenly, it’s like doin’ push-ups with a semi on my back. He’s got gravity powers, so now he must be turnin’ it up rather than turnin’ it down. Worse, I weigh more than the gold now, so my hands and feet are sinking down like it’s quicksand.

“But honestly, life gets busy for me, so much,” he prattles on, “Things like promises to myself and deadlines, they get lost in the shuffle, really. So even when people would love to see more, even when it’s something I want to do- well, I could give you a list of things I’ve left rotting, but we don’t have all day.”

While he’s doin’ that, I square myself up and push. Every muscle in my body cries out at the same time, but I keep going, push back to my feet, and take a couple more steps to get used to the added weight. That’s when he notices me, but I’m up and moving, rushing towards him while pushing coins out of the way like fallen leaves.

I close the gap in about fifteen seconds, and take a swing. Of course, he ain’t gonna be hit while I’m so slow, but it keeps going and brings me to a knee as it hits the ground. “Oh, what was that?”

“The first step,” I shoot back, and haul my new fistful of coins up, sprayin’ ‘em out to try and catch him off guard. The only thing I can do that adds to it is a full body tackle, and so I leap forward, try to grab this kid and keep him in one place.

It’s no use. I crash to the ground and he stops the coins from ever reaching him with his power. “Aw, don’t feel too bad. Seems like we both have a problem with finishing the job.”

Then he slams the heel of his shoe into my back. He keeps rainin’ blows down, an’ even though I’m still made of steel, he’s leaving some real dents. But even with the ringin’ in my ears, and the xylophone solo he’s playin’ on my back, I can’t miss Gwen’s voice calling out from somewhere I can’t see.

You’re not the only one with secret weapons! Everyone, get in there!

Chuuya jumps off my back, an’ a second later I feel the heat of a fireball cross above it as I can move my regular weight around. I get up, turn, an’ just manage to get out of the way of a cloaked guy with one eye ridin’ a reindeer straight at Chuuya.

“Hey, metalhead,” comes a girl’s voice at me. “Get out of the way, you’re blocking my shot.”

She’s wearin’ armor an’ red clothes, and somethin’ in me says I know her, but I have no idea where from. But I do as she says, an’ she fires another fireball at Chuuya. Doesn’t hit, but it does open him up to a kick from the reindeer.

“Who are you, exactly?” I ask.

She hmphs before she replies. “I am Azula, Princess of the Fire Nation. You gave me a black eye back in Ancient China.”

I don’t remember hittin’ a single person when I was there. “Oh. Sorry, I guess.”

“You’re lucky I didn’t send a million volts through your body.”

Charming. “So who are they?”

The cloaked guy swings a huge sword down at Chuuya, who kicks him back after dodging. The reindeer, meanwhile, had turned from a regular deer into some sort of furry monster, like the sasquatch, an’ he punches and scores a hit.

“The reindeer’s name is Chopper. Normally he’s cute, but when he needs to fight, well- It is what it is.”

Chuuya counters by craterin’ Chopper with his ability, an’ he’s raisin’ his foot when the cloak guy swings that sword again an’ he has to jump back. I see his hand, an’ it’s not really a hand- it’s a glove, connected to a wooden stick. I’ve seen this before.

“An’ what about the scarecrow?”

“His name is Rathraq. He’s got a cat.” Azula says as she fires another fireball, apparently not worried about him catchin’ fire.

“So, what are you doin’ here exactly?”

“Helping you, you big lunk. Now get in there or protect me, I don’t care which.”

At that moment, Chuuya leaps up into the air, and Chopper follows him up.

“Man, what a pain,” the mafioso complains, and he plants his foot between the deer’s eyes, kicking off an’ landing on the wall. He stands there, parallel to the ground for a second while the rest of us catch up. “When you’re just starting something, you can’t really know where it’s going to go. Doubly so if you’re the one who’s making it go places. You can think of cool ideas, think up cool plans, but who’s to say when you get there that it lives up to it?”

He runs across, comes down toward us, an’ I jump in front to meet his kick. It hits like a hammer, but I’ve got experience bein’ an anvil. Only problem is, before I can do somethin’ about it, he throws his hand out and puts us both in a crater.

“That’s why it’s just easier to never start things!” he says as he hops over to the other wall. “If you give up before the going gets tough, there aren’t any expectations on you to let down! And really, who cares about a reputation?”

Rathraq gets launched up to meet Chuuya, and he can barely block the broadsword with his foot. The mafioso grimaces, an’ the weight lifts off my shoulders as he chucks the scarecrow down. More importantly, that lets Azula aim up an’ fire a bolt of lightning which knocks him back into the sky.

I get ready to catch him on the way down, but it never happens. His hand finds the wall, an’ he’s stuck to it again. “You guys are pissing me off. You wanna know why I know we can’t be stopped?”

“Enlighten us,” Azula deadpans.

Out of the corner of my eye, through the wall, I see the Stitcher. His face ain’t turned my way, instead he’s lookin’ at the other three, but I can see the body language. It ain’t good.

"This is all a big mistake."

“It has to do with my friend back there,” Chuuya says, angling his head back towards another fight. “When I get an idea for a story, I’m pumped, I explore everything I can in my head. But that’s the thing- it’s only in my head. When it comes time to write, I write what I know, and then sit there forever. And since I start at the start, that means I get to the end and collapse. I’ve never finished a story strong in my life.”

An’ then he drops, chucking a whole barrage of gravity balls at us. Dodgin’ only helps so much when you’re an 800-pound tank, an’ I get hit with one of ‘em. But even though I ain't the only one who gets hit, I'm the one who eats the kick. Rathraq swipes over my head, an' I get a clean shave as the gravity disappears.

Chuuya lands a bit away, and just dusts off his slacks. “That’s how I know- this story isn’t going to get finished.”

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