Post by HHDeception on Oct 10, 2014 2:51:06 GMT -6
www.youtube.com/watch?v=0QSOTsdul3w
With a fanfare of trumpets, the stage exploded into a cloud of blue and pink confetti. The swirl of garish glittering glitz swept up and showered over the proceedings, sweeping the entire recording studio into some sort of vortex. Cameras feeds were cut, headsets disintegrated, and Mankeys were swept up and sent astray into the whirling mists of the space-time continuum*. Anna hurriedly found and opened an umbrella.
(On a totally unrelated note, the planet-wide tension between the cults of Butter-side-up and Butter-side-down was reaching a boiling point. The latest in a large number of failed treaties was being observed by the two church leaders and their executive parties. The outlook was hopeful, as an agreement had finally been reached, and the words "mutually beneficial" could be uttered without tripping a lie detector. But just as Empress Marialiana of the Butter-side-down Nation was putting pen to paper, a very angry ball of fur materialized out of the whirling mists of the space-time continuum and ate her face. The planet was subsequently plunged into all out war and many people died horribly, forcing Arceus to retcon this not-terribly-funny joke of a scenario into one involving cute kittens, ice cream, and the consumption of one by the other in the best possible way.)
Appearing in the void, the stage was surrounded by a celestial bubble of glowing lights that were at least 120% more golden in hue than your average glowing lights. Still swirling in the air, the confetti turned bright green and bundled together into a massive sprite-like figure hovering over the audience.
"Hello world!" The large Celebi announced in a booming psychic voice, "We of the outer realms are pleased to bring you THE. MOST. EPIC. MAILBAG. SESSION. EVER!"
The confetti confection conflagrated and Celebi as you know her burst forth, holding a microphone in one hand, and a very surprised and even more weightless Anna in the other. Celebi held up the microphone to Anna's mouth, which moved to the words Celebi was projecting like a ventriloquist dummy. There was a very firm "what the hell is going on" look on her face.
"Now! Let me introduce our guests!"
*BOOM*
Large cinema speakers burst into existence at either side of the stage and began, quite literally, pumping out sick beets. The decaying vegetation was accompanied by a not-quite-so-literally sick back beat that would be described as "totally gnarly brah" by the pink plush figure that materialized out of the equally pink beet juice on the floor. A surfboard shot out of spatial flux and flew past the Substitute doll, picking it up and zooming a figure eight above the audience stage as its occupant rapped to the rhythm.
Heads up when I see ya
'cause my name is Palkia
I'm the wave-ridin' deity
with verbal spontaneity!
Yo bro! I'm in the know,
it's an interview show!
And I'mma show up yo' go up
and stuff yo' timey-wimey blow-up in my-
*SLAM!*
Spotlights audibly appeared, shining about the room as prismatic crystals hovered in the air to meet them. The dazzling disco display of diamonds divided the light into its full spectrum of colours. The blue part of each aimed specifically at where Palkia was riding, not only spatially but temporally, knocking him off before he even got on it, dropping the pink plushie into a puddle of beet juice. Another Substitute doll, this one blue, materialized out of the light, holding a hammer aloft. As the two dolls tussled, the hammer came down repeatedly, and with each rhythmic impact the bass boomed through the room and the crystals lit up like equalizer bars.
Call the name Dialga
to hear true rhythmic regalia!
For this pink knave of waves
Cannot think, less so behave.
He lacks a verbiage loquacious
more so vacuous and spacious.
It is I who you must seek
to answer questions that you speak!
Dude, your flow is hella low,
God of time? Your timing blows!
Your choice of words? It's transparent.
No wonder space is incoherent!
In con't hear your sucky verse!
Your phraseology is worse!
*CLICK*
The music cut, just briefly, and then restarted again, but this time not as a beat but as a melodic choir. A portal of white clouds opened up above the stage and a young woman who looked exactly like Anna in a sparkling red cocktail dress and heels descended, touching the ground as the choir faded off, letting silence consume the stage.
"Now now you two, settle down. I think we have some explaining to do."
Celebi chuckled "That's all you ever do, isn't it? Explain things." And then set Anna down who had just recently regained her senses. She approached her double.
"Uh...um...yeah, just explain everything. I think I've gone insane."
The other girl smiled. "Certainly. That's Celebi, the two miscreants there are Palkia and Dialga. And I'm Arceus."
Anna blinked a few times.
"...why does Arceus look like me?"
"I decided to look like you today. Probably for fanservice. I totally rock your look, don't you think?"
In that moment, the two girls gave each other a look that cased the blood flow of the predominantly male audience to spike.
"I'm still getting paid right?"
"Oh yeah. A whole lot, don't you worry."
"Alright then," Anna smiled devilishly, "This is going to be great!"
Bring the questions forth! Let us make a hasty start!
Hammer-head yo' better check it! You're all words, no art!
Anna turned back to Arceus. "What's with those two?"
"They're having a rap battle."
"...Now?"
"Yes."
"So they're goin-
"Going to answer all their questions in rhyme. Yes. I hope that's not a problem."
"Hey, at least I'm normal!" Celebi chimed in.
Anna shrugged, "That's kind of a pity, you could use a gimmick. But anyways, I don't know if anyone can hear me wherever we are, but if you can, please send in your questions for Celebi, Palkia, Dialga, and Arceus!"
With a fanfare of trumpets, the stage exploded into a cloud of blue and pink confetti. The swirl of garish glittering glitz swept up and showered over the proceedings, sweeping the entire recording studio into some sort of vortex. Cameras feeds were cut, headsets disintegrated, and Mankeys were swept up and sent astray into the whirling mists of the space-time continuum*. Anna hurriedly found and opened an umbrella.
(On a totally unrelated note, the planet-wide tension between the cults of Butter-side-up and Butter-side-down was reaching a boiling point. The latest in a large number of failed treaties was being observed by the two church leaders and their executive parties. The outlook was hopeful, as an agreement had finally been reached, and the words "mutually beneficial" could be uttered without tripping a lie detector. But just as Empress Marialiana of the Butter-side-down Nation was putting pen to paper, a very angry ball of fur materialized out of the whirling mists of the space-time continuum and ate her face. The planet was subsequently plunged into all out war and many people died horribly, forcing Arceus to retcon this not-terribly-funny joke of a scenario into one involving cute kittens, ice cream, and the consumption of one by the other in the best possible way.)
Appearing in the void, the stage was surrounded by a celestial bubble of glowing lights that were at least 120% more golden in hue than your average glowing lights. Still swirling in the air, the confetti turned bright green and bundled together into a massive sprite-like figure hovering over the audience.
"Hello world!" The large Celebi announced in a booming psychic voice, "We of the outer realms are pleased to bring you THE. MOST. EPIC. MAILBAG. SESSION. EVER!"
The confetti confection conflagrated and Celebi as you know her burst forth, holding a microphone in one hand, and a very surprised and even more weightless Anna in the other. Celebi held up the microphone to Anna's mouth, which moved to the words Celebi was projecting like a ventriloquist dummy. There was a very firm "what the hell is going on" look on her face.
"Now! Let me introduce our guests!"
*BOOM*
Large cinema speakers burst into existence at either side of the stage and began, quite literally, pumping out sick beets. The decaying vegetation was accompanied by a not-quite-so-literally sick back beat that would be described as "totally gnarly brah" by the pink plush figure that materialized out of the equally pink beet juice on the floor. A surfboard shot out of spatial flux and flew past the Substitute doll, picking it up and zooming a figure eight above the audience stage as its occupant rapped to the rhythm.
Heads up when I see ya
'cause my name is Palkia
I'm the wave-ridin' deity
with verbal spontaneity!
Yo bro! I'm in the know,
it's an interview show!
And I'mma show up yo' go up
and stuff yo' timey-wimey blow-up in my-
*SLAM!*
Spotlights audibly appeared, shining about the room as prismatic crystals hovered in the air to meet them. The dazzling disco display of diamonds divided the light into its full spectrum of colours. The blue part of each aimed specifically at where Palkia was riding, not only spatially but temporally, knocking him off before he even got on it, dropping the pink plushie into a puddle of beet juice. Another Substitute doll, this one blue, materialized out of the light, holding a hammer aloft. As the two dolls tussled, the hammer came down repeatedly, and with each rhythmic impact the bass boomed through the room and the crystals lit up like equalizer bars.
Call the name Dialga
to hear true rhythmic regalia!
For this pink knave of waves
Cannot think, less so behave.
He lacks a verbiage loquacious
more so vacuous and spacious.
It is I who you must seek
to answer questions that you speak!
Dude, your flow is hella low,
God of time? Your timing blows!
Your choice of words? It's transparent.
No wonder space is incoherent!
In con't hear your sucky verse!
Your phraseology is worse!
*CLICK*
The music cut, just briefly, and then restarted again, but this time not as a beat but as a melodic choir. A portal of white clouds opened up above the stage and a young woman who looked exactly like Anna in a sparkling red cocktail dress and heels descended, touching the ground as the choir faded off, letting silence consume the stage.
"Now now you two, settle down. I think we have some explaining to do."
Celebi chuckled "That's all you ever do, isn't it? Explain things." And then set Anna down who had just recently regained her senses. She approached her double.
"Uh...um...yeah, just explain everything. I think I've gone insane."
The other girl smiled. "Certainly. That's Celebi, the two miscreants there are Palkia and Dialga. And I'm Arceus."
Anna blinked a few times.
"...why does Arceus look like me?"
"I decided to look like you today. Probably for fanservice. I totally rock your look, don't you think?"
In that moment, the two girls gave each other a look that cased the blood flow of the predominantly male audience to spike.
"I'm still getting paid right?"
"Oh yeah. A whole lot, don't you worry."
"Alright then," Anna smiled devilishly, "This is going to be great!"
Bring the questions forth! Let us make a hasty start!
Hammer-head yo' better check it! You're all words, no art!
Anna turned back to Arceus. "What's with those two?"
"They're having a rap battle."
"...Now?"
"Yes."
"So they're goin-
"Going to answer all their questions in rhyme. Yes. I hope that's not a problem."
"Hey, at least I'm normal!" Celebi chimed in.
Anna shrugged, "That's kind of a pity, you could use a gimmick. But anyways, I don't know if anyone can hear me wherever we are, but if you can, please send in your questions for Celebi, Palkia, Dialga, and Arceus!"
