Post by Mr. Game & Watch on Feb 18, 2015 20:20:25 GMT -8
It was dead at night, the streets were clean of people as most were either too afraid or too tired to venture around the Life Sphere around this time at night. The wind was the only sound and it echoed for miles. Well, it was the only sound until the noise of Game & Watch’s mere movements began to echo around.
The flat being landed gently on the streets, a cloud of dirt escaping from underneath his narrow feet. He peered around the lonely streets, making sure he was the only body to be seen. Luckily, even if there was a person that might be able to recognize him, he had tied a handkerchief over the lower half of his face. While criminal activity was not his forte, he had done enough research in the field to hold his own against the best of thieves.
A short while of strutting around the streets he came across his inquiry. He had the poster from the arena in hand, and double checked to make sure that the name matched. Devil May Li. Unfortunately, by the looks of it the shop was still opened. A slight deterrent of his original plan, but he could work with it. Besides, it wasn’t like he had anything better to do. Sure, everyone else was invited to go and rescue the Life Sphere Leaders, but not G&W. They were too afraid that he was going to out shine the rest of them. Which was a reasonable excuse, if G&W was brought along then the trio would be freed in only a couple of seconds and then all their planning would have gone to waste. Still though, they could’ve let him do something. He couldn’t live off the little fame he has forever.
Anyways, the two dimensional man crept toward the building. His footsteps still made a lot of noise, but they were more so low toned tick tocks. He looked up to spy a window sill. There was his entrance. His trampoline formed underneath him and sprang him upwards. His clumsy mitts were able to grab hold of the side of the building and he quickly pulled himself up. The 2 dimensional figure pondered of how he could get in for a moment, though it occurred to him that he was no thicker than the edge of a razor and he simply slipped through the tiny creak in the pane.
He plopped onto the floor, inside his previous opponent’s shop. It only occurred to him now that he might have forgotten to feed Mr. Gold & Fish (what he named Yami) before pulling this stunt, but he was a big boy so he could probably figure out a way to feed himself. Either way, the flat man began to creep through the second floor of the store, every step sounding like someone was squeezing a rubber duck.
The flat being landed gently on the streets, a cloud of dirt escaping from underneath his narrow feet. He peered around the lonely streets, making sure he was the only body to be seen. Luckily, even if there was a person that might be able to recognize him, he had tied a handkerchief over the lower half of his face. While criminal activity was not his forte, he had done enough research in the field to hold his own against the best of thieves.
A short while of strutting around the streets he came across his inquiry. He had the poster from the arena in hand, and double checked to make sure that the name matched. Devil May Li. Unfortunately, by the looks of it the shop was still opened. A slight deterrent of his original plan, but he could work with it. Besides, it wasn’t like he had anything better to do. Sure, everyone else was invited to go and rescue the Life Sphere Leaders, but not G&W. They were too afraid that he was going to out shine the rest of them. Which was a reasonable excuse, if G&W was brought along then the trio would be freed in only a couple of seconds and then all their planning would have gone to waste. Still though, they could’ve let him do something. He couldn’t live off the little fame he has forever.
Anyways, the two dimensional man crept toward the building. His footsteps still made a lot of noise, but they were more so low toned tick tocks. He looked up to spy a window sill. There was his entrance. His trampoline formed underneath him and sprang him upwards. His clumsy mitts were able to grab hold of the side of the building and he quickly pulled himself up. The 2 dimensional figure pondered of how he could get in for a moment, though it occurred to him that he was no thicker than the edge of a razor and he simply slipped through the tiny creak in the pane.
He plopped onto the floor, inside his previous opponent’s shop. It only occurred to him now that he might have forgotten to feed Mr. Gold & Fish (what he named Yami) before pulling this stunt, but he was a big boy so he could probably figure out a way to feed himself. Either way, the flat man began to creep through the second floor of the store, every step sounding like someone was squeezing a rubber duck.
