The $300,000 Fight-A-Thon! [Round Two: Toyetic!]

The $300,000 Fight-A-Thon! [Round Two: Toyetic!]
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Re: The $300,000 Fight-A-Thon! [Round One: Storage Park!]
Originally posted on MSPA by linkzeldi.

In his half state of consciousness, Thize dreamed he was a bubble. It was a pleasant dream. The rare sort of peaceful dream that managed to calm somebody even as loud and hoteheaded as Thize was. But the dream ended. Suddenly too. Pop. His dream burst into a thousand gooey peaces and he was awake, with the words 'Kill Eachother' vaguely echoing in his ears. He knew where he was, but in his post dream haze he had forgotten the in between. There was a kid. One of the non rude ones who were respectful of his mutant condition. And by that Thize meant he was seen as a crazy fish guy, instead of a ripoff of aqualad. Still rude per se, but it was definitely an imrpovement over the lot he normally got. The attention from the kid was just enough to butter up Thize and serve him deep fried. Which was a fishy way of saying he got hooked on this kid. Which was a fishy way of saying, he could have been talked into anything. Even jumping in chummed water with a bunch of hungry sharks swimming around, baring their teeth. Thize blinked with realization. That is exactly what he had agreed too. Memories swarmed his mind into his mind like a broken floodgate. It took him a few moments of silent considering to decipher anything, and when he finally had, there was only one thing to be said.

"Bubbles can totally beat armor. And what the fuck, how do you manage to get two ocean guys in the same competition. Obviously I gotta kill him first, because there can only be one."

Thize had never actually seen the Highlander movie franchise. It was just a quote he had picked up from those nerds who liked to tease him and repeated because; it sounds cool. The fish guy took a breath, his gills shaking with the effort. He really hoped that he would live long enough to make it to an actual stadium. One that might have water. No what was that thought. Weakness. Doubt. Thize had none of the time for that. None of it. Of course he was going to make it to the next stage, and even to the end. Because he was the best. Simple as that. Bubbles are so cool, that he had to have a coolkid with a skateboard scout him out. If it had been anybody else, they wouldn'tve been able to stand the glow from his glorious mutant visage. His pink mutant visage. Thize let out his breath all at once, making more noise than he would like. He realized just this once that stroaking his ego would get him nowhere in this situation. He would have to commit to the one plan he hated the most. Staying out of the spotlight.

There were certain advantages to being a fish albeit a mutant one, and a prime example of this was getting all the cool senses that fish have and humans don't. And the bubbles too. The bubbles were so cool. Thize's favorite sense of all was perfect for poorly lit environments, such as the one he had been brought to. There was a risk definitely, but some part of Thize knew that his ears were much more sensitive than a dragon's, or a shark's, or a time eating demon or something else, Gah this cast lineup was so crazy. He took a few shallow breaths, and on each exhale blew a little pink bubble into existence, until there were ten in all. One for each tip of his fingers. For all his mutations, at least Thize had ten normal human fingers. His toes though, those were another story. One final breath, and he gently set the bubbles aloft in the air. Then it was a matter of tiny adjustments in the curvature of his fingers, as if he were conducting a miniature orchestra for the krill.

This went on for no longer than a few seconds. Thirteen. Fourteen. Fifteen. Then both hands balled into shaking fists. The bubbles which had been floating and spreading themselves out within the enclosure all simultaneously popped. It was a tiny noise. Minute. One would have to have the ears of an elephant to even hope of detecting it. But Thize could care less for the sounds of ten bubbles individually popping.

He was listening for the echoes as sound behaved naturally and spread through the room, bounding and bouncing off of every solid object it could.

Sonar.

Except this was the air, and not underwater. So it felt different. Blurry. Thize closed his eyes to try to focus in on a better picture. Stepping back further into the shadows as he listened.
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Re: The $300,000 Fight-A-Thon! [Round One: Storage Park!] - by GBCE - 08-26-2012, 02:34 AM