[Hey, Samus wasn't afraid to fight dirty if the situation called for it, but that was a little too dirty for her tastes. But duly noted.
What was his problem? The chicken adjusted her stance so now she was staring straight on. The posture was slightly confrontational, though she made no inclination of picking a fight just yet.
If he was thinking of eating her he could THINK AGAIN.]
[Meta Knight didn't want to pick a fight... yet but this bird. Something wasn't right about this bird. Okay never mind the fact that Meta Knight is kinda sorta tiny and this chicken just had this look about it. He didn't want to eat her, no. Maybe he was imagining things, but still. He wasn't dropping down.
[Almost immediately in response, Meta Knight opens up his cape and spreads his wings wide. He is still staring at the chicken, wings open in the middle of the campus.
Meta Knight did not care. He was one of the most, if not the most powerful fighter in the known galaxy. He was not going to be bested today, least of all by a chicken.]
[Her reaction to that was to puff up entirely. The chicken was now a slightly larger looking white fluff of feathers, look at that. Meta Knight was being pretty jumpy, wasn't he? Daringly, she took a little step towards him, just to test the waters.]
[Ah ha ha oh no he didn't. The chicken immediately ceased her callous clucking the moment he drew his sword. She didn't particularly want to be on the menu but this had quickly become a SERIOUS DUEL.
Which she was going to try and extinguish because she knew her odds against a sword in a fat chickeny body where, ahem, slim. The chicken stood there, staring hard at Meta Knight again before uttering a low, almost growl of a squawk. A warning, perhaps? Calling him a fool? Very likely. She raised a talon only to place it in the dirt, scrawling out a crude message:]
META KNIGHT
[Yes, the mysterious laughing chicken knew his name.]
[He stopped and stared at the ground in amazement. Okay, so this chicken was sentient. That would kinda explain... a lot. Meta Knight pointed his sword towards himself.]
[If there was ever a more perfect chance to dick with someone, that would have been now. Samus wasn't exactly the prankster sort--crafty and clever, possibly prone to the rare harmless mischievous act for her own amusement (especially if booze and bets were involved), but...]
I AM A CURSED CHICKEN. YOU WILL DIE IF YOU TOUCH ME.
[Meta Knight just took this moment to stare. And stare at the chicken he did. His gaze flitted between the chicken scratch but legible writing on the floor and cucco Samus. You could see Meta Knight faltering.]
Who are you? And what knave placed this on you? I shall take revenge for you, o honourable cursed chicken.
[Meta Knight goes back to staring I mean WHAT, tipple is going to make this cursed chicken feel better? Meta Knight ends up picking Cucco Samus up and places her on top of his helmet. She can roost there while he goes around campus looking for some booze.]
[It will make her feel a hell of a lot better whenever this curse wears off! Not expecting such a generous taxi treatment, she ambles for a moment until she can get properly situated on his head.
Well, no stopping him now. TO ADVENTURE. AND FREE BOOZE.]
What was his problem? The chicken adjusted her stance so now she was staring straight on. The posture was slightly confrontational, though she made no inclination of picking a fight just yet.
If he was thinking of eating her he could THINK AGAIN.]
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Two can play that game, Samus.]
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clucked.]
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Meta Knight did not care. He was one of the most, if not the most powerful fighter in the known galaxy. He was not going to be bested today, least of all by a chicken.]
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You! Chicken!
[As if there was any other chickens around. Meta Knight put on his best imperious face.]
Are you friend or foe?
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The chicken takes a step back, carefully considering the question.
This is so intensely serious.
Her reaction:]
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[The chicken was laughing at him. The chicken was laughing. He let out a growl and unsheathed the Galaxia.]
I am making you into chicken kebab tonight!
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Which she was going to try and extinguish because she knew her odds against a sword in a fat chickeny body where, ahem, slim. The chicken stood there, staring hard at Meta Knight again before uttering a low, almost growl of a squawk. A warning, perhaps? Calling him a fool? Very likely. She raised a talon only to place it in the dirt, scrawling out a crude message:]
META KNIGHT
[Yes, the mysterious laughing chicken knew his name.]
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Yes?
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I AM A CURSED CHICKEN. YOU WILL DIE IF YOU TOUCH ME.
[Not a complete lie.]
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Who are you? And what knave placed this on you? I shall take revenge for you, o honourable cursed chicken.
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THERE IS ONLY ONE THING THAT CAN SAVE ME.
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Well, no stopping him now. TO ADVENTURE. AND FREE BOOZE.]
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