Puzzle-box Mansion

Chapter Five- Unfinished Actual Chapter Four

Lucina pulled him out of the small room, away from Marth's odd bout of squabbling, followed by Robin and Pit. This time, he was not pulled towards the mirror, but rather towards the room in which he had awoken. The door was thrust open with a creak, revealing a room that looked just as it had a few moments ago. Out of curiosity, Shulk cast another glance towards the great window, through which he could have sworn to have seen an "outside" that looked less chaotic than what was outside of the doors. It was filled with greenery, yes, but the sky he thought he'd seen was nowhere to be seen. A high vaulted ceiling was all that was above that place, painted the same dull white as the other ceilings.

"Are you okay?", asked Lucina very suddenly, pulling his eyes from the window and back to the girl, who looked rather nervous, clamping one hand around her opposite wrist to the point that they both looked paper-white. "I mean, this is a lot to take in, and if Lord Marth was at all like he was when showing us around…"

She seemed to trail off before catching what she was saying. "I-I mean I admire Lord Marth, of course I do!", she exclaimed, now clenching her other hand in a fist. "B-but he's just a little, er, well, let's put it this way: For all his many talents, giving newcomers explanations isn't exactly one of them."

"Yeah, if it hadn't been for Captain Falcon, Lucina and I wouldn't have learned a thing that day," Robin remarked with an odd sideways grin. "So, I guess between the two of us and Pit, we could probably give you better answers than you would of gotten."

Something about how this conversation was playing out confused Shulk. Was it the fact that Lucina seemed to be flitting between acting like she respected Marth highly and finding him as infuriating as he had? Perhaps, but if he thought on it, that would make three here who couldn't settle on one persona. It might have been that "Captain Falcon" seemed like an odd nickname for Pit, perhaps only because he wasn't quite sure what a "falcon" was. Said winged boy followed up Robin's smug claim with "So, ask away, and we'll try to answer your questions as best we can."

A blank check with the potential to give him all the answers he'd been craving, and yet he had no clue where to start. Naturally, he started in the place that made him seem the least intelligent. "Er, okay, then, why do they call you 'Captain Falcon'? And what is a falcon, anyways?"

Pit burst into a rather loud fit of laughter, stopped by Robin jabbing his shoulder rather forcefully, judging by the cry of pain he let out afterwards. "Sorry, that's just a new one, that's all," he explained, wiping a tear that had been knocked loose, whether by the laughing or impact. "Er, Captain Falcon is someone else. He's been here way longer than me, or even Marth, but he didn't want to come with us to see if you'd show."

"So there are more than just the five of you?", Shulk questioned. "Er, I mean, that's sort of what I expected, but…"

AN- Sorry, but this chapter is just as I said: unfinished. Just found it laying around in my hard drive, and if I was going to discontinue this, I figured I ought not to leave perfectly good material unused, even if it was only about a third of a chapter. So, thanks for reading! –Twilight Joltik