Part 1: In this part, The girls get a huge shock. Also, Katie has a meaning full evening with her Dad.
Sunday, November 12th.----Katie----Okay, so what I'm about to talk about really doesn't have any relevance to the tale I'm about to tell you, but I could not in good conscience leave this out.
It was Thursday on November twelfth, and My friends and I were gathered in Lucy's room to watch the Nintendo Direct broadcast on her computer.
“That new fire Emblem game looks like it's gonna be fun,” Sam said, as we watched the reveal of Fire Emblem: Fates. As we continued to watch the broadcast, we then saw something that all of us got excited for.
“Hyrule Warriors on 3DS!? I exclaimed. Out of all the games we love to play, there are some that we're good at, and some we aren't that good at. Hyrule Warriors, however, is a game we all love and are good at. As you can imagine, we were all really excited for this to come out.
“It looks like we're getting some new characters too,” Lucy added, as we continued to watch the presentation. All in all, it looked like twenty sixteen was going to be a good year for us as far as our games go. At the end, The Nintendo Representative said his final piece.
“
Thanks for watching today. We'll leave you with one final update. I sense a new trailer approaching,” He stated. Lucy called it instantly.
“Oh, we got something for Smash. What is it?” She asked, and then the scene played out. The stars scanned past the screen. We then saw the Smash 4 Logo appear on the screen.
“Well, you were right about it being Smash Lucy,” I said. All of us were tensed up in anticipation. We then saw the X. I could feel my heart pounding in my chest. Let me tell you, when we saw that Final Fantasy Seven Logo hit the screen, we were flabbergasted.
“WHHHAAAATTTT!?!?! OOOHHH MMMYY GGOODD!!!” We all shrieked, or something to that extent. Along with quite a bit of screaming and squealing.
“Did they really!? Did they really!?" Linda was asking. We then saw the man take those steps onto the stage. This was followed by a shot of the Buster Sword.
“CLOUD'S IN SMASH!! CLOUD'S IN SMASH!!” Sam screamed. We then finally saw on the screen:
Cloud Strife storms into battle.
We were beyond ecstatic. In fact, we were all so loud that Lucy's Mother came up to the room to see what was going on.
“What's going on here?” She asked, from the doorway.
“Oh, sorry Mom,” Lucy answered. “Um, Cloud from Final Fantasy was just revealed for Smash.”
“That's fine, but try to keep it down please,” She requested. She didn't seem too upset which was good. We all then turned our attention back to the screen. It looked like the trailer was over, but nope.
“They have his Limit Break!?” Sam asked aloud. We then saw the actions being presented.
“That is very cool,” I complimented. We then saw a new stage being revealed as well.
“Yes! They're bring Midgar as the stage,” Sam stated.
“My question is: Is it a legal stage?” Lucy asked. We then saw the stage being played out.
“Lucy, I don't think that stage is legal,” I said flatly, and Lucy nodded her agreement. She frowned a bit when she saw that Ike was chosen as the victim of the Omnislash attack, but the overall presentation had us very excited.
“I think Sam's going to be switching to a new Main character pretty soon,” Linda said. Sam's hands were over her mouth in shock. She just nodded yes to Linda's statement with wide eyes fixed on the computer screen. final Fantasy Seven has been her favorite game for a long time, and to see her boy, Cloud, in Smash was almost enough to give her a heart attack.
Anyways, I just want to say that Cloud being revealed as a character for Smash was huge, and I wanted to share our reactions as well. Now that I've cleared that up, I'll skip to the following Monday...
* * * *Now, let me ask all of you a question. How many of you have been kidnapped? It can be real, or fantasy. Let me see a show of hands please....That many? Okay then. Now, was being kidnapped ever required for another rescue to work?...Uh huh. That's actually what was about to happen to me.
Monday, evening...Dad and I had just finished up with dinner, and I was sitting at my computer desk looking over a few Christmas gift ideas on Amazon. Dad and I like to plan ahead when it comes to Christmas, so we start preparing our lists at the beginning of November. I was still dressed in my school uniform by the way.
I was leaning my left cheek up against my left hand while I browsed the website. I looked at Amiibos, games, and all sorts of other things that I don't remember for my friends at first. I then started looking for things for me to put on my list. After looking at a few Amiibos, games, and a few other things that I don't remember, I decided to look at apparel type items.
I looked at a few witty T-shirts, along with a couple standard type polo shirts. One can never have too many uniform shirts after all. But, there was one page that I just kept revisiting. It featured a polo shirt that looked very cool. I'll post the link right here...
https://www.amazon.com/Ariat-Womens-Sho ... ariat+poloThe one I was looking at particularly was the Navy colored one. I just happened to stumble upon this shirt right around the beginning of the month, and one look was all it took for me to put it at the top of my Wish List. (Sure, call me silly all you want.) I was really hoping to get one of these for my birthday which was coming up, But I also put it on my Christmas list just in case as well.
“Katie, may I come in?” Dad asked, from behind my door.
“Yeah,” I chirped. He came in and saw me at my computer.
“What are you looking at here?” He asked, and looked at my computer screen. “Is this the shirt that's on your Christmas list?”
“Yeah, I'm hoping that if I can't get it for my birthday, then at least I have a shot at getting one for Christmas,” I sighed. Dad nodded.
“Well, I already have something planned for your birthday, but I'll get Santa on the phone, and I'll see what we can arrange,” He told me. I chuckled a bit. At least that relieved my anxiety. I then looked back at the page one last time, and closed my browser.
“Are you ready for us to head down stairs?” I asked.
“Yep,” He said. He then left my room.
I removed my uniform, and put my clothes into my dirty laundry hamper. I buttoned my shirt back up before I put it in hamper though. I then got dressed in my black gym shorts, and my matching sports bra. Next, I dawned a couple sweat bands, and got out my MMA gloves. The last thing I did was tie my hair back into a pony tail. I then grabbed a hand towel, and headed down stairs.
“It feels so good to be doing this again,” I told my Dad, once we were in the basement. Yep, I was back to doing my karate and aikido exercises again.
“Let's see if you still have it,” Dad declared, and within seconds, the fists and feet started flying. I ducked under a few kicks from Dad while he blocked a few of mine with his arms. I could tell he was going slow though. He wanted to ease me back into my rhythm, and not push things too fast. I performed a back handspring, and got a little distance. We then paused for a second.
“Come on Slowpoke, step it up,” I challenged. Dad snorted.
“You asked for it,” He snarled, and the limbs started flying again. Dad was much faster this time. He let me be the aggressor though, and took a defensive stance. I tried a thrusting kick at his chest, but he caught it, and pushed me onto my back.
I kipped back up, and raised my arms to block a roundhouse kick from him. I then swatted a punch away, and aimed one of my own at his face. This was a mistake, and I knew it just after I had thrown it. I knew he was going to catch it, and he did.
With one very swift move, Dad caught my wrist, and with a twirling motion, he was behind me with my hand behind my back. I did the one thing I could think of to escape it. With my other arm, I aimed my elbow at his face. He had that scouted as well, and yanked my other hand behind my back as well.
“I knew that was a bad idea,” I said, as I was panting rather heavily.
“It wasn't a bad idea, but it was a bit obvious given the position I had put myself in prior too,” Dad explained. “I am however glad that you're not second guessing yourself as much.”
“Thanks,” I said. “Can you let me go now?” I then asked, as Dad still had hold of my wrists.
“What's the magic word?” He asked back, in a sly tone.
“Please,” I moaned. I then felt Dad release his grip. It was a good full hour lesson, but by the time it was over, I was ready to hit the sack. I brushed my teeth, and got out of my sports gear. I then got dressed my pajamas, I let my hair back out, and went to bed for the night.