“CARAJO!” shouted Eddy as he ran to the stadium still dripping water from the hair. He had the translator attached to the collar again but he had it modified so he could at least pronounce his insults correctly “Got asked to arrive early and I have to run to reach at least twenty minutes later!”
The raccoon rushed his paws managing to reach the door of the stadium where Draco was already waiting tip tapping his right paw.
“I said ten in the morning” said Draco.
“Sorry, that hija de puta of Grant delayed me with a stupid mission really early” panted Eddy looking to the sides “Didn’t you said we were meeting someone else?”
“I’ve been here since a long while” said a third voice from inside the building, and Eddy noticed an elbow that peeked from the edge of the door that was wide open. It was red with black squared lines shirt that cover it a bit below the joint.
“Who’s him?” was the first thing Eddy asked but soon the third person moved revealing a gray and black raccoon with long horns “Ohh… it’s you…”
“Surprised?” asked Famine walking to them and sniffing the air “You bathed?”
“Was obliged by Draco” sighed Eddy “Often I’m not worried about my stench… but he said the other fighters will.”
“It was for the major good!” defended Draco smiling like if the previous delay was nothing “Now we better go in.”
“Sure boss” said Eddy as he followed the wolgon and the second raccoon walked behind snickering.
The trio walked upstairs to the spectator balcony of the arena where they could see the holographic plated colosseum that was designed there. This time was even bigger! It was 200 x 200 m! meaning a large battle field that included even more stuff for previous arenas. Larger sites for the open ones and even some expansions for the existing ones (Like the Dark Wood Manor). Draco sat in the tall chair on the head of the table. There were other two tall chairs where Eddy and Famine took seat.
For a moment, none spoke, just looked at the others. Draco had asked them to join FurWars since from now on, it would work not as a tournament but as a fighting club, meaning even HE was going to join and help the improvement of other fighters. The wolgon smiled and finally broke the silence.
“You know why I called or summoned you right?”
“Yes” nodded Eddy looking at Draco “You wanted us to join your FunFairs”
“It’s FurWars, Eddy… FurWars” sighed the wolgon “But yes, that’s the reason. I wanted to join but honestly I knew you two had been laying an eye on this. Two years ago, you helped us with security Eddy.”
“Yup!”
“And last year, Famine, you orchested the whole thing though you nearly blew up at the end in anger”
“Fucking weak heroes…” grunted Famine “I rather kill them… oh and those God-killers I’ve been facing… ha! Stupid morons! They all are part of my skull collection in the Trophy Hall!”
“Gross…” grunted Draco “But despite that… you two are good enough like to fight here.”
“I understand you asking me, I’m nothing but a mere guy with a soul that is really powerful…” started Eddy “But why chingados asking Mr. I can kill you with a blink of my eye?”
“Because I wasn’t asked as a fighter” said Famine “I’ll be judging the others AND testing those who reach certain level of victories of defeats. I’ll be a BOSS!”
“Really funny cabrón” mocked Eddy.
“Dare again and…” roared Famine.
“And what?! Will you kill me?” laughed Eddy “both of us know that I will die but at least I’ll give you a good battle!”
“That’s something I’ll decide” said Famine sitting again and leering at Eddy.
“Enough both of you” sighed Draco “Look, you both will be considered boss like me… but at difference of Famine, you and me, Eddy, will be able to be challenged at will.”
“Good to know!” nodded the brown raccoon “By the way did you thought what I told ya?”
“Yes and I picked a nice piece that will go perfectly with you” nodded Draco.
“What does he means?” asked Famine.
“Eddy asked if the arenas had a theme song or something” explained Draco “I of course told him that they have. So he asked me to have his own fighting theme.”
Draco pressed a button on the table and the room was filled with a song with lyrics depicting a person who’s called a Reaper. Famine mocked about it but when Draco showed the videogame where the song came Famine gasped.
“I know that girl!” shouted Famine “I picked up her soul some time ago!”
“I supposed that might happen haha” laughed Draco “The theme is called Philistine, theme of Margaret Moonlight on No More Heroes Desperate Struggle.”
“Sounds great… can’t understand a thing of what the girl is saying but the music is great!” cheered Eddy as the music continued and Famine listed to it too.
Suddenly, the black horseman grunted.
“Wait… he got his own theme and I don’t get one?!” shouted Famine.
“I thought you were creepy enough and silence is even creepier while battling!” excused Draco with a smirk.
“Push the damn button that I know you also picked one” demanded the gray and black raccoon.
Draco chuckled and pressed the button as the music changed and an impressive saturated sound burst in their ears, with voices in chorus and a soft tempo that turned harsh.
“I like it” nodded Famine as he smirked with the bossy music “Where is it from?”
“Super Mario Galaxy” said Draco “It’s the final boss battle theme song.”
“I like it” nodded again “Pretty much! You did an excellent work finding these for us. But what about you?”
“Nah! I don’t want to use a different theme song, that would be unfair” laughed the wolgon as he stood up “But for the rest, we got the desire of a fighter from a magicless dimension that wanted to join an even offered a stage from his dimension.”
Draco handed to famine a piece of paper with some dimensional coordinates on it. He looked at the numbers and letters and sighed.
“I have no jurisdiction here Nidhoggson” replied Famine “I can open a portal but… my power won’t last long. In this universe all magic was destroyed by some stupid guy…”
“Meaning nor you nor I would have power there?” asked Draco surprised.
“I won’t be affected” shrugged Famine “I was designed to be able to use all my power even in magicless places. I’m not affected by your arena’s penalties but also I’m not buffed by their benefits for example.”
“Well, my aura is not magic!” said Eddy “I could go there and bring that person.”
“That would be harsh…” sighed Draco “According to her, this place is like the nest of slavers and the dirt of the dirt… A criminal’s perfect land.”
“That would be like a banquet not even you would eat whole” said Famine looking serious, not mocking “I’ll open the portal and bring her to the stadium if you want. But only after we get all the other things ready. I don’t want to end this before it starts due to some mistake.”
Draco nodded and he walked to the main control panel. The computer displayed a virtual screen. Famine approached and Eddy looked at both. He wasn’t used to all that kind of stuff, the most magical thing he knew was Pierrot, his friend and comrade in arms for S.W.O.R.D. He even now was wearing something that might pass as working uniform: jeans, Kevlar vest, gray t-shirt… and of course a fake S.W.O.R.D. emblem he had seen in a comic book. He found it hilarious. But now he was about to see how they created those arenas that were too much for him.
“Ok, how many more?” asked Famine.
“I guess nine will be fine this time. I don’t want to end up with more than 30 arenas at all” chuckled Draco “First year were eleven, last year were ten more. So this year I’ll only need nine.”
“Ok, what kind of arenas you need?”
“I was thinking on a bit more darker places, recently all have been jolly and that… I need to put more tension on the fighters” said Draco “Dis will be one of those arenas. I need an alley where they can fight away from the sight of curious eyes.”
“Got it… I’ll make that the last I summon to bring your… friend?” asked Famine.
“Not exactly… her name is Ofisa”
“Wait a minute…” interrupted Eddy surprising both of them “I know that name! Is she a chick with green plain face and green tentacles that look like dreadlocks?”
“You know her?” asked surprised Draco.
“Abigail wanted to have her as agent some time ago but she was too busy” said Eddy fidgeting his fingers “She packs quite a punch” he rubbed his jaw.
“You two have fought before?” asked Famine.
“When Abigail wanted to take her into the agency we had a training fight…” nodded Eddy “anyways, she refused and now she’s back home.”
“Then you’ll be happy to face her again” said Draco.
“And prove I’ve become stronger!” laughed Eddy “Not that we lost last time, we had to finish it since Abigail wanted to keep all of us safe.”
Draco laughed and Famine sighed as the horseman reached the keyboard and started to type codes.
Twisted Theater recognized as arena.
Graveyard Hill recognized as arena.
Guardian’s Ship recognized as arena.
Spaniard Tournament Ring recognized as arena.
Genetic Bio-Lab recognized as arena.
Halloween Town recognized as arena.
“We’re still missing three” said Draco.
“To begin with I should tell you about some of these” said Famine “The Guardian’s Ship comes from a universe where a group of outlaws make justice… this is the bridge of their ship… or at least a reconstruction. It’s a real fake arena since it would be too dangerous to go to the real one. As for the Genetic Bio-Lab… well, just be sure not to get bitten there ok?”
“What do you mean?” asked Eddy surprised.
“This…” Famine summoned the arena to the holographic room and a set of tubes appeared. Draco shivered but Famine looked at him with a warm look making notice that there was nothing to fear about. What Fennel did to him had nothing to do with those tubes. Inside the tubes there was red liquid and apparently some kind of creatures in stasis that struggled lightly to break free “B.O.W.s Bio Organic Weapons created by a large industry build in secrecy in a dimension where there are no fur people.”
“That looks… terrifying” said Draco.
“You asked for it” laughed Famine “Now! For the other three arenas, one you said it would be Dis, the homeland of Eddy’s ‘friend’. What about the other two? What you have in mind? I summoned these based on what you asked, but also to level them… oh! I have one more in mind that might be useful! But what about the last one?”
“Well, my brother Kenji mentioned some temple that would level things too between the arenas…” said Draco “The Temple of Nemuri, is on one of his…”
“I know it” nodded Famine “Being there… old, covered in plants… perfect place for a fight”
“Wait! He said it was a story he had in mind!” said Draco.
“Mortals thing that the ‘ideas’ they have are theirs… when in reality they are dimensions and the energy of some mixes from time to time making them think of them” explained Famine “The place your friend is writing is real…”
“Ok, make that one an arena” nodded Draco and Famine typed swiftly.
Temple of Nemuri recognized as arena.
Gravity Falls recognized as arena.
“You better take care in this last one arena” said Famine “There’s an ol’ enemy of mine there… his name is Bill Cipher. He’s a dream demon so be careful, people with low awareness will be lost there. Just turn the holograms off and it will wear off.”
“Thanks for the warning” said Draco with a sigh.
“Now the last one” said Eddy “Do I need to take cover or something?”
“Nah! I’ll type it just like these” admitted Famine “Bringing Ofisa Moren will be a task to be recognized…”
“I never mentioned her lastname” said Draco.
“You think I don’t know who you were talking about?” laughed Famine “Now… I’ll work quick on this.
Dis Alley recognized as arena.
“There! All done! Now we only need to bring her” said Famine.
The black rider guided them to the place where last year he summoned Coshi, Theran and Ixy (Who was still around frolicking around on “La Guarida” from time to time). Famine stood in the middle of the area and sighed.
“Ok, you’d need to cover because this time it may cause uproar” warned Famine as he started mumbling some spell.
Draco and Eddy ran to a side and took cover behind a pile of scraps hearing the swishing noise the wind was doing. It was different from last time. Famine even seemed to be chanting but worried and finally an explosion roared and Famine flew to their side slamming against a pipe. He grunted as his armor seemed to have been appeared to protect him. Draco and Eddy slowly stood looking at the portal that was standing and spinning there. Some shoots could be heard from inside and some even reached their side of the dimensional rift making pieces of rock and ground jump in the air.
From the portal, a female green skinned humanoid entered running as if she was taking cover and shooting back as the portal closed and split the gun in half.
“The fuck?!” shouted Ofisa looking at the now useless gun.
“My bad” smiled Famine with the hand closed into a fist and extended to the front “Couldn’t allow any other from there to come here and you seemed to being chased.”
“Uhh…who are…” said Ofisa as she turned around, only to notice Eddy looking at her from behind the pile of scraps “Oh hi Eddy!”
“Sup!” waved happily Eddy springing to his paws.
“Wow now that’s new for you” said Draco to eddy as he walked to the female alien “A pleasure, I received your message, I’m Draco Nidhoggson, host and owner of the FurWars Fighting Club” he extended the hand.
“Ofisa…”she shook Draco’s handpaw “So what bring me back here? Seems really peaceful now.”
“Yeah, quite quiet thanks to my friends, husband, son and myself” smiled Draco “We keep peace around.”
“And I love the good job they are doing” nodded Famine.
“And you are…?”
“Oh! Sorry, My name is Famine, I’m a horseman of Apocalypse… meaning I’m the boss of this club” stated the gray and black raccoon “Pleased to meet cha!”
“Whats rider of apocalypse?”asked Ofisa confusedly as she looked around at the neat and nearly completely clean world she was now and Famine’s eye twitched a bit in anger for not being recognized for his power “Reminds me of well-off worlds.”
“Try to just tolerate it for the time you need” said Eddy as he swished his tail “But I recommend you to at least get used…”
“Trust me, I got used to killing, I get used to this.” said Ofisa as she walked around analyzing everything.
Draco took a deep breath and then gave a clap. Ofisa violently turned around and whipped out a meat cleaver, her usual reaction from her many, many traumas and living on Dis.
“Sorry for that” excused Draco “but we rather return to the stadium and introduce you to the staff and some others that might come in handy for you to know.”
Relieved, Ofisa took a deep breath and, holstering the weapon, followed after Draco.
Draco lead the way as Eddy and Ofisa seemed to talk about what each of them had been doing. Eddy stated that he faced a guy who enslaved others and ate some of them… he even admitted that he ended up in his stomach before splitting it in half and turning him into little flesh squares. Ofisa had no reaction to this, having been pretty much doing the same thing for the past few weeks. She’ll fit in most certainly.
“Hey! Turn that off!” shouted Draco and Famine at the same time as Ofisa whipped out and was about to light a cuban cigar.
“What? No smoke? Sorry.” With a mildly disappointed expression she holstered the cigar and lighter back into her coat pockets.
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