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[played-possum.livejournal.com]

[It was a tranquil afternoon at Smash Academy. The sun was out, the ground was covered in a lovely blanket of snow. Yes, it was quite a nice indeed. The peacefulness was suddenly broken as an unidentified object plummeted from the sky. The object or more accurately, person fell in a blur of blue and orange, leaving a trail of smoke behind.]

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHH!


[With a loud thud, the poor fellow smashed into a nearby wall. The force of the impact then sent him flying backwards into a tree. After that he fell limply to the ground.]

Ow...

[Maybe he should have taken the train with his family. Sparkster slowly picked his stiff body up and with a wince started to walk around to check out the area. Maybe someone could tell him where he could find the street his new home was in.]

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[purrsuit.livejournal.com]

[uh

what

this cat that was standing nearby and somehow didn't manage to get hurt is just staring

what even happened, bro? he walks up to him and paws at his armor.]

[played-possum.livejournal.com]

[Oh, a kitty! Sparkster bends down to give Sissel a nice scratch behind the ear.]

Where did you come from?

[purrsuit.livejournal.com]

[That's the last thing he feels like talking about. He sniffs at the scuffs in Sparkster's armor and gives a bit of a concerned mewl.

What happened to you, guy?]

[played-possum.livejournal.com]

[He would tell you, Sissel if Sparkster actually understood what you were trying to tell him.]

I'm sorry, kitty. [He pats Sissel on the head.] I don't have any food to give you.

[purrsuit.livejournal.com]

[what nnnnnoooo

welp he's going to have to put that shiny humanization bandana he dropped from the blast to good use then. He picks up with his mouth, and in an instant...

POOF.

Too bad that bandana was in a tree. Thus, he is now stuck up a tree looking awfully... weird.]

There. That ought to do it. Now, what happened to you?

[played-possum.livejournal.com]

Yaaah!

[Did-did the cat just transform?! Was the cat some sort of sorcerer?! Startled, Sparkster jumps back and pulls brandishes his sword. He points it at Sissel even though Sparkster knows that he can't use projectile attacks at the moment.

Okay, Sissel didn't seem like he was going to harm him. After a few seconds of being in an attack stance, Sparkster lowers his weapon but doesn't put it away.]

I fell.

[purrsuit.livejournal.com]

Woah, hey! Put that thing away! I'm not going to hurt you or anything!

[Sissel instinctively hunches his back, which, for a human in a tree, looks incredibly awkward. Even when the weapon is lowered, he tries to remain on-guard. Having a sword pointed at him isn't a great thing, really.]

... You fell? From where?

[played-possum.livejournal.com]

[He points his sword upward.]

From the sky.

[Cautiously, he sheathes his sword.] The fuel in my rocket pack froze while I was in the air and so I fell.

[purrsuit.livejournal.com]

A... rocket pack?

[Sissel carefully finds his way down the tree. Gosh, climbing down one is so much easier as a human than a cat somehow...]

So let me guess here. This is some kind of flying device and it runs on this fuel stuff, right? Sounds like it would make sense to me. [He kneels down and tries to get a better look at it. It looks kind of... different to what he's used to.]

[opossumknight.livejournal.com]

[he folds his arms over his chest and nods] Exactly.

If I can find some place warm, I should be able to get working again.

[purrsuit.livejournal.com]

... Huh. Hey, then I think I've got a solution then.

There are two beds in my room, and I'm only using one of them. Just come and take the other.

[He gestures to the towering dorm complex building that can be seen beyond the treetops.] I don't know about you, but I think it would be warm enough.

[opossumknight.livejournal.com]

You'd let me stay? [He bows politely] Thank you for your hospitality.

[purrsuit.livejournal.com]

[Sissel suddenly seems a little flustered and waves his hands about.] H-Hey, hey, you don't have to do that. It's common courtesy, I think. Bowing...

[He tilts his head a bit.] ... is a bit much.

[greatmousethief.livejournal.com]

[Daroach had been looking out the window at the time, and saw the marsupial plummet to the ground. It didn't take the mouse long to reach him, but Sparkster had still gotten up by that time.]

You do this sort of thing often?

[Because asking "Are you OK?" is too mainstream.]

[played-possum.livejournal.com]

[Sparkster faced Daroach and rubbed the back of his head a bit embarrassed.]

Not really. The weather just led to some technical difficulties.

[As the pain from the crash started to fade away, Sparkster started to take more notice in his surroundings. It looked like a school. He wondered...]

Excuse me, Sir. May I ask where am I?

[greatmousethief.livejournal.com]

The name's Daroach. ["Sir" didn't feel right.]

Seeing as nothing stopped you from asking, I should say so. This is Smash Academy, located in Final Destination City. Where are you from, friend?

[played-possum.livejournal.com]

Daroach...

Ah, Smash Academy. Well, I was sent her from a place called Zephyrus and...

[Sparkster's ears went straight up and his eyes went wide like saucer plates.]

Smash Academy?

[bestsweater.livejournal.com]

[This guy looks both lost and banged up. Oh geez.]

Hey, um. Are you all right? Do you need the nurse's office?

[played-possum.livejournal.com]

Thank you but I'm fine.

[Outside of a few scrapes here and there on his face and a bump on the head, Sparkster was surprising unscathed for someone who fell out of the sky.]

[bestsweater.livejournal.com]

Are you sure? You look a little banged up.

[opossumknight.livejournal.com]

[He smiles] Don't worry about it, Sir. I can walk it off. I'm a bit lost though.

[bestsweater.livejournal.com]

What are you looking for? I can probably point you in the right direction.