pepperedfox
who's this n00b??
I came up with a rather odd idea for a story that wouldn't leave me alone and that I had to write down. This fanfiction is a Super Smash Brothers alternate universe (AU, as some fanfic authors like to call it,) so bear with me on any weird details or OOCness. Each chapter will be posted when I finish writing and editing it. Critique is more than welcome!
He met the Master at exactly 7:30 PM in Chang Chao's Dim Sum. The Master was sitting at a table in the back, a banquet-sized meal before him. The aroma of roast duck and soy hung heavily in the air like smoke. The smell made Greil's nose itch.
"Hello, old friend," the Master said pleasantly. He gestured his glove hand at the vacant chair before him. "Please, sit down."
He did. The Master smiled, as if to give his consent, and slid a plate toward him. "You must be hungry from your trip. Have some pork ribs."
Greil respectfully shook his head. "I heard that you have a job for me," he said, folding his hands on the table.
A low murmur rippled through the restaurant as a band stepped on the stage. The head singer, a classy-looking android, introduced himself in Ancient Mandarin. Polite applause filled the room as the band struck a neatly synthesized C sharp minor chord.
The Master held up his porcelain cup. "Haste makes waste, my friend. Be patient. I will tell you your assignment all in due time."
Greil raised an eyebrow but said nothing. The band was playing Moonlight Sonata for Six in the background; a poor choice considering the theme of the restaurant and the players. The Master didn't seem to mind at all. He hummed along as he shoveled a spoonful of sugar into his tea. Sugar in an Asian restaurant. The world was truly turning upside down.
The Master let the band play on for a minute or so before saying, "Have you been to Orphean County?"
"Once or twice," Greil admitted. "I haven't been there in a while though."
"Can you still find your way around?"
"I should."
"Excellent." The Master nodded. "I was hopping you'd say that. It'd be terribly inconvenient if you didn't." He leaned forward. "I want you to find this woman, Greil," he said softly, and held up a holograph.
Greil regarded the flickering image with a critical eye. The woman in the picture was sitting on a porch, her long golden hair tied back in a ponytail. The slick, tight blue suit she wore made her stick out in her poverty-stricken surroundings. She had a slender build, but Greil could see the power hiding in that slim body.
"Samus Aran," the Master explained. "Illegal bounty hunter, about your age, give or take a year. I've been tracking her for some time now before she slipped off our radar." He minimized the holograph and tucked it into his tuxedo's jacket.
"She doesn't look like she's going to be hard to find."
"Looks can be deceiving, my friend."
The robot band finished playing to a strong applause. Small flowers from the tables and chopstick wrappers were tossed onto the stage. The androids all bowed deeply before striking up the tune to 'Chinese Scales in D.'
Greil cupped a hand under his chin. "When do you want me to start?"
"Preferably now," came the crisp answer.
"Haste makes waste," Greil joked.
The Master chuckled. "All too true, my friend. All too true." He paused. "I have a question for you, Greil, before you leave."
Greil had stood up while the Master had been chuckling. Now he was fiddling with his bio-suit. "Yes?"
"Is it possible that you can bring Aran to me dead?"
Greil shrugged. "It'll cost you extra," he said, and left.
... And the prologue's done! Chapter One and stuff will be posted when I'm done editing.
I do not own the Super Smash Brothers franchise, or the characters. They all belong to their respective owners.
An Unfamiliar Street
Part One: Mansion City
I want to tell lies
to the world and believe it.
-- Lorna Dee Cervantes, 'The Poet is Served Her Papers'
Part One: Mansion City
I want to tell lies
to the world and believe it.
-- Lorna Dee Cervantes, 'The Poet is Served Her Papers'
He met the Master at exactly 7:30 PM in Chang Chao's Dim Sum. The Master was sitting at a table in the back, a banquet-sized meal before him. The aroma of roast duck and soy hung heavily in the air like smoke. The smell made Greil's nose itch.
"Hello, old friend," the Master said pleasantly. He gestured his glove hand at the vacant chair before him. "Please, sit down."
He did. The Master smiled, as if to give his consent, and slid a plate toward him. "You must be hungry from your trip. Have some pork ribs."
Greil respectfully shook his head. "I heard that you have a job for me," he said, folding his hands on the table.
A low murmur rippled through the restaurant as a band stepped on the stage. The head singer, a classy-looking android, introduced himself in Ancient Mandarin. Polite applause filled the room as the band struck a neatly synthesized C sharp minor chord.
The Master held up his porcelain cup. "Haste makes waste, my friend. Be patient. I will tell you your assignment all in due time."
Greil raised an eyebrow but said nothing. The band was playing Moonlight Sonata for Six in the background; a poor choice considering the theme of the restaurant and the players. The Master didn't seem to mind at all. He hummed along as he shoveled a spoonful of sugar into his tea. Sugar in an Asian restaurant. The world was truly turning upside down.
The Master let the band play on for a minute or so before saying, "Have you been to Orphean County?"
"Once or twice," Greil admitted. "I haven't been there in a while though."
"Can you still find your way around?"
"I should."
"Excellent." The Master nodded. "I was hopping you'd say that. It'd be terribly inconvenient if you didn't." He leaned forward. "I want you to find this woman, Greil," he said softly, and held up a holograph.
Greil regarded the flickering image with a critical eye. The woman in the picture was sitting on a porch, her long golden hair tied back in a ponytail. The slick, tight blue suit she wore made her stick out in her poverty-stricken surroundings. She had a slender build, but Greil could see the power hiding in that slim body.
"Samus Aran," the Master explained. "Illegal bounty hunter, about your age, give or take a year. I've been tracking her for some time now before she slipped off our radar." He minimized the holograph and tucked it into his tuxedo's jacket.
"She doesn't look like she's going to be hard to find."
"Looks can be deceiving, my friend."
The robot band finished playing to a strong applause. Small flowers from the tables and chopstick wrappers were tossed onto the stage. The androids all bowed deeply before striking up the tune to 'Chinese Scales in D.'
Greil cupped a hand under his chin. "When do you want me to start?"
"Preferably now," came the crisp answer.
"Haste makes waste," Greil joked.
The Master chuckled. "All too true, my friend. All too true." He paused. "I have a question for you, Greil, before you leave."
Greil had stood up while the Master had been chuckling. Now he was fiddling with his bio-suit. "Yes?"
"Is it possible that you can bring Aran to me dead?"
Greil shrugged. "It'll cost you extra," he said, and left.
~*~
... And the prologue's done! Chapter One and stuff will be posted when I'm done editing.