Post by Mr. Game & Watch on Feb 27, 2021 17:26:52 GMT -8
Through the doors of the Sunshine Stadium came Captain Falcon, bursting into the streets at full sprint. His countenance was stern, not the cheery boastful man that he was to entertain the crowd, but the serious bounty hunter that he once was. Seeing innocents hurt made his blood boil, letting the perpetrator who did it was an unacceptable concept, even if it meant pushing himself beyond the limits of what he could do. Caught unawares like that, he was a fool to be making such a public appearance when he knew there was such a dastardly operation going on in the Life Sphere. Make no mistake though, it was going to end, here and now, that’s what he promised to himself.
People were swarming out of the stadium like ants fleeing from their flooding colony. They were scurrying through the streets in a chaotic fashion, fearing that they might end up Trophy-Locked the same way that MC Ballyhoo had. The mass hysteria made it hard to focus, hard to pick one person out of the crowd of hundreds. It made Captain Falcon wish he had some of his police force buddies around to direct the insanity, but he was getting nothing from his walkie talkie. Was it damaged in the fight? Did someone hack the police comms to incite this type of chaos? All questions he didn’t have time to find the answers to. He was lucky to have Joe tailing behind him, in addition to whoever he managed to relay his message to.
Glowing with falcon energy, the Captain sprinted through the crowd, shouting “FALCON DASH!” making his presence known, and warning those in the path ahead. It worked somewhat, people squirming to get out of his way and allow him to press forward.
Captain Falcon followed the trajectory of Waluigi’s jump from the top of the coliseum, making a brief calculation in his head as he shoved his way through the streets. The hustle and bustle died down the further he got from the stadium, to the point that once he got to Rainbow Square, the people seemed to be calmly going about their business as if nothing had happened. Street vendors performed as usual, people were window shopping at fruit stalls, all was at peace.
Captain Falcon screeched to a halt, panting as he surveyed the area with a turning of his head. Could he have been wrong about Waluigi’s movements?
Right before self-doubt could settle in, the perpetrator leapt out from an alley across the way. Waluigi looked clearly distressed, head whipping every which way as if he was looking for his next means of escape, though notably he was lacking the Dark Cannon he was wielding back at the stadium. His scattered head movements eventually caused his eyes to cross paths with Captain Falcon’s, forcing him to double take. “WHEH! Stop chasing Waluigi!” he hollered before stumbling into a sprint.
Blasting off of his feet, Captain Falcon did the exact opposite of Waluigi’s wishes. Barreling toward the purple plumber, his sense of justice gave him a boost in speed, but it was no match for Waluigi’s fear of continued existence.
Waluigi dipped and dived, slinking away into the front door of a nearby building and slamming it behind him. Captain Falcon was close behind though, rushing toward the door and locking his grip around the handle. He pushed forth, but it wouldn’t budge. In a fit of rage, Captain Falcon continuously punched the door with his burning fists, ending the combo with a elbow smash, but it remained unharmed. “What is this-” he trailed off in confusion. His eyes peered down, inspecting the door more closely. Just underneath the handle was a logo with a grinning big chinned bald man’s head. Sigma Mart branded.
Captain Falcon’s head tilted up, noticing the sign that read ‘The Life Sphere’s Museum of Modern Art.’ More than that though, the building was three stories tall, no ground floor windows, but plenty on the second floor, easy access for athletic people like him. The roof probably had a vent, might give them an element of surprise, but it might slow them down enough to let Waluigi escape the building. Then again, it was a Sigma Mart door, it had specific strengths, thus specific weaknesses. Might have to wait for what his backup had to say.
People were swarming out of the stadium like ants fleeing from their flooding colony. They were scurrying through the streets in a chaotic fashion, fearing that they might end up Trophy-Locked the same way that MC Ballyhoo had. The mass hysteria made it hard to focus, hard to pick one person out of the crowd of hundreds. It made Captain Falcon wish he had some of his police force buddies around to direct the insanity, but he was getting nothing from his walkie talkie. Was it damaged in the fight? Did someone hack the police comms to incite this type of chaos? All questions he didn’t have time to find the answers to. He was lucky to have Joe tailing behind him, in addition to whoever he managed to relay his message to.
Glowing with falcon energy, the Captain sprinted through the crowd, shouting “FALCON DASH!” making his presence known, and warning those in the path ahead. It worked somewhat, people squirming to get out of his way and allow him to press forward.
Captain Falcon followed the trajectory of Waluigi’s jump from the top of the coliseum, making a brief calculation in his head as he shoved his way through the streets. The hustle and bustle died down the further he got from the stadium, to the point that once he got to Rainbow Square, the people seemed to be calmly going about their business as if nothing had happened. Street vendors performed as usual, people were window shopping at fruit stalls, all was at peace.
Captain Falcon screeched to a halt, panting as he surveyed the area with a turning of his head. Could he have been wrong about Waluigi’s movements?
Right before self-doubt could settle in, the perpetrator leapt out from an alley across the way. Waluigi looked clearly distressed, head whipping every which way as if he was looking for his next means of escape, though notably he was lacking the Dark Cannon he was wielding back at the stadium. His scattered head movements eventually caused his eyes to cross paths with Captain Falcon’s, forcing him to double take. “WHEH! Stop chasing Waluigi!” he hollered before stumbling into a sprint.
Blasting off of his feet, Captain Falcon did the exact opposite of Waluigi’s wishes. Barreling toward the purple plumber, his sense of justice gave him a boost in speed, but it was no match for Waluigi’s fear of continued existence.
Waluigi dipped and dived, slinking away into the front door of a nearby building and slamming it behind him. Captain Falcon was close behind though, rushing toward the door and locking his grip around the handle. He pushed forth, but it wouldn’t budge. In a fit of rage, Captain Falcon continuously punched the door with his burning fists, ending the combo with a elbow smash, but it remained unharmed. “What is this-” he trailed off in confusion. His eyes peered down, inspecting the door more closely. Just underneath the handle was a logo with a grinning big chinned bald man’s head. Sigma Mart branded.
Captain Falcon’s head tilted up, noticing the sign that read ‘The Life Sphere’s Museum of Modern Art.’ More than that though, the building was three stories tall, no ground floor windows, but plenty on the second floor, easy access for athletic people like him. The roof probably had a vent, might give them an element of surprise, but it might slow them down enough to let Waluigi escape the building. Then again, it was a Sigma Mart door, it had specific strengths, thus specific weaknesses. Might have to wait for what his backup had to say.