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The Great King Pirate Marco's reign is near its end. He's borne his burden well and now the time has come to pass the lofty Balamb Crown. Brave, charming, and totally available, Portgas D. Ace is certain to be named Prince, as well he ought. A more fitting heir will not be found in all of Balamb. But what of the King? Oh yes, what indeed? Three brothers have been chosen likely to fill the King Pirate's glittery throne. They have been quiet thus far, but no longer! It is time for action! For men and brothers to clash in merriment! It is time for war. A War of Succession. SeeD Instructor THATCH and SeeD Instructor ESPIO are hereby challenged to a series of feats of strength and fortitude. They are to meet with SeeD Instructor Namur upon the Quad on Monday, being the Twenty-Eighth day of October at 1700 or else they shall henceforth be known and appraised throughout this great Garden by the title of Guppyshits.

[If anyone believes Namur didn't get help writing that piece of fine literature, they will be dead wrong. Regardless, the gauntlet has been thrown. Namur will be out on the Quad dancing to his boombox while he waits for Thatch and Espio to show up. There's a crate of turnips in the grass behind the boombox, three jugs of apple cider, and two construction paper signs emblazoned with the word "GUPPYSHIT" in traditional graffiti font. A small crowd of curious onlookers has begun to gather. All that's missing are the challenged contenders.]

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[As if she wouldn't be here. Fionna is way out in the front, curious to see what Thatch would do and what more she could learn about Espio. While enjoying several snacks, of course.]

Yo, Namur! How's this gonna go? Are you challenging them to a dance off?

[She DID want to see that, actually].

Edited 2013-10-29 00:59 (UTC)

[Namur's not doing anything too heavily impressive dance-wise. It's just a way to kill time until the real activity gets underway. A couple world natives have begun to timidly join in, either going after Namur or dancing concurrently off to the side with their own friends. When he hears Fionna talking to him he hops out of the makeshift circle to let others have some fun while he chats.]

Naw, Smolt. Get their asses whooped too damn fast. This is 'bout havin' fun with my bros more'n anythin' else. Jus' figured 'bout the only way t' make sure they'd get down here is by callin' 'em a couple a guppies, sheheheh. What time is it, anyway? They don't show up, we're goin' t' have t' hunt 'em down an' give 'em their badges.

Beats me. If they don't show up though, I'll totally help you track them down! I wanna see this too!

[He nods.]

Good. Need a fast li'l shit t' catch up with Espio if he decides t' be a punk. Prob'ly wind up havin' t' sniff him out though. Guess we'll see how we work as a team, huh? Sheheheh!

Heh, why not? YOu get to make fun of me so much, I'll be glad to show you what I can do!

[She winks]

How fast IS Espio anyway?

[A shrug.]

Hell if I know. Ain't ever seen him really try, y' know? But he's tiny, an' he's good 'nuff t' teach the brawlin' class, so I figure he knows his shit. Also changes colors an' shit so y' can't see him. Could be standin' right next t' y' an y' wouldn't know it 'less y' got his scent, y' catch me?

[She nodded].

In that case, glad I was practicing that training for presences!

What made you wanna do this anyway? Your own version of being homecoming king?

[Not even going to hide it. Namur's quite pleased to hear she's still trying to unlock her haki. It takes a long time, but it's totally worth it.]

Sheheh, somethin' like that. Got t' do somethin' 'bout it since we're all brothers, right? Figure Thatch's goin' t' win, so I got t' make the most a this thing while I can.

[Of course she was. Fionna, despite schoolwork, was no slouch].

Oh heck yeah! I like Thatch, but if Espio is just as good, it will be even more awesome!

'Magine he is. An' if he ain't physically up t' snuff he's got 'nuff snark t' make shit interestin'.

How's yer campaign goin'? Gettin' lots a s'porters?

Snark? What, like sarcasm?

A few! I can only hope! Do I have your vote?

Got it in one, Shortfin.

[Namur flicks her forehead. Not terribly hard but not exactly gentle.]

Think I'm goin' t' vote 'gainst my li'l sis?

[Nevermind that he intends to vote for someone other than Grell for Queen. That's a different story entirely.]

[The flick knocked her a little, but she just laughed, rubbing her head].

Thanks bud! Seriously though, you should let yourself get voted in, just to show up us human folk! You know I'll vote for you!

You voting for Grell?

[Namur shrugs.]

People's goin' t' vote for whoever they want. Jus' ain't goin' t' be s'prised if in the end they all decide t' stick t' their own kind.

[Then he gets a little bright in the face.]

Ehh, that's... diff'rent.

Well I'll vote for you, and tell other people they should to. I thin it'd be awesome if you won!

Huh? Different how?

[He kind of makes a choking sound because this is not a conversation he wants to have with other people hanging around.]

Look, jus' is. A'ight? Don't want t' talk 'bout it here. Jus' vote for whoever y' feel like votin' for, got it?

Oh, all right. My bad dude, I was just trying to offer some support! Do what you want!

[Ok, she felt a little hurt, but she wasn't going to show it!]

[He sighs.]

Look, yer takin' it all wrong, but whatever. Ain't goin' t' sort shit out with a damn audience.

Oh, ok. We can talk about it later then! Sounds sorta heavy.

Good luck dude!

Naw, jus' ain't no one else's business.

[Namur flashes a smile.]

Thanks Smolt! Same t' you!

[Made sense].

Hey, make it good dude! I can't wait to see!

We'll see if either a them other guppyshits show up or not, huh? Sheheheheh!

They better, or they're gonna hear it from us dude!

[...actually, someone didn't see the notice, otherwise he might be asking just who helped Namur write up that challenge. No, Espio wandered to the Quad on his own, a little bit late after making a quick something to eat and taking it out with him.

On seeing what was going on?]

Uhh...

What exactly are you doing?

Waitin' for y', bro! Thought we was goin' t' have t' hunt y' down t' give y' yer title, but y' saved us the trouble!

[Namur is actually quite happy Espio showed up. It probably shows in his big, jaggedly toothy grin.]

Give me the what now?

[Completely baffled.]

What are you waiting for me for? How did you even know I was coming out here?

Wait, didn't y' see the BBS? Damn, had that shitty thing written up all special like, too.

[Huff.]

Oh well, yer here now! Let's have some fun, huh?

Define fun.

If you plan on dragging me to a bar again...

[A laugh.]

Naw, bro. That's Ace 'n' Thatch. Told 'em y'd hate it but they don't listen so I jus' go 'long. Never know, could a worked out.

[And he shrugs.]

But naw, got some shit here for a competition, since it's jus' us brothers nominated for king or whatever. Figure we can cut loose, be a little silly, an' people's goin' t' vote for whoever they like best, right? First order a business, huntin' down Thatch t' give him a title. [Namur holds up the construction paper signs emblazoned with the word "GUPPYSHIT".] Got an extra so we can each take one an' say whoever gets it on him first wins. What y' think?

I think...

[A contest, huh? A better-than-popularity contest? Sounds interesting... Espio's not sure he's really up for it, but interesting...]

I think it's time to get revenge for that Stop spell.

[Namur grins, and passes one of the papers to Espio.]

Race is on, bro!

[And he takes off, heading for the dorms.]

Though I have no intention of becoming King, I can't let this pass without comment. In sort for you tl;dr flat faced bone headed string of giant goldfish turd, bring it on.

Lotta big talk from someone that didnt even show up.

Oh damn. Am I late? Sorry, brother. [he's been so out of it lately but it wasn't supposed to show that much]

Its alright. No worries. Guppyshit. Hope you like yur new title!

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