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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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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!

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