I had many a brilliant ideas to post for this year's Dream Splash with regards to Radial Dreamers, but I guess
time is not with me this time. However, I do plan to intrigue some with the most ridiculous idea imaginable. So, though this will be short, brace yourselves!
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Note: This idea can actually be built upon ahead in various fics, and it'd actually be awesome to see variants of those. Feel free to post them in this thread!)
Miguel, the seeker of mysteries forgotten by time, in turn becoming a forgotten hero. Toma, the man of unbound zeal racing across continents for treasure of old worlds, but neglected by many. In Radical Dreamers, there was no boundaries, no Dead Sea, and destiny was free of FATE's grasp. So what happened to our forgotten heroes? Or more precisely, what would happen if these two hurricanes bumped into each other?
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Note: Just because we saw Miguel as a depressing fella in CC doesn't mean he always was; I mean, come on, anybody would be depressed in his stead! In alternative universes, such as Radical Dreamers, Miguel could actually be a fun-lovin' adventurer, rival of Toma, who simply zealously wants nothing more than to excavate and curiously find the secrets of the lost world (kinda like me, actually). So yeah,
this is how I view Miguel.
Enjoy!)
(Stuck in a boat, floating aimlessly in the middle of the ocean. Hunger and despair, and all they had was each other.)
Toma: Did any o' supplies make it?
Miguel: Well, uh, yes and no.
Toma: Ohhh, great!
Miguel: Look on the positive side. At least things can't get-
(Thunder storm, and then rain)
Toma: ...Excuse me. Were ya gonna say "worse"?
Miguel: Er... Absolutely not! I've revised the whole thing. At least in a rowboat.
Toma: We're in a rowboat,
exactly. You miss nothin'.
(An awkward pause, after which poor frustrated Toma considered eating his own shoe; moments later, Miguel continued.)
Miguel: Toma, did you ever imagine it would end like this?
Toma: Well, I ain't readin'
Robinson Crusoe, but that
Lost episode Lucca showed kinda got to me.
Miguel: Any... regrets?
Toma: Besides dying? Yeah. I never... had enough... gold. And that I couldn't kick that sonuvarolly who stole my Great Grampa's Giant Claw secrets before he kicked the bucket.
Miguel: My regret, besides dying, is... our greatest adventure is over before it began, and no one will even remember us. Except for my beautiful daughter Leena. (Smiles) Find your dream boy without me, my princess.
Toma: Well, if it's any consolation, Miguel, you... made mah life... an adventure.
Miguel: And if it's any consolation, Toma, you made my life... rich.
Toma: Is it? -Hmm.
Miguel: It is! It's-It's-
Toma: It's land!
(They hit a land, one surrounded by luscious green forests and wild monkeys. So beautiful, and yet so... intimidating. Miguel becomes bewitched at the plateaus and valleys.)
Toma: Miguel! Hallo!
Miguel: Toma! We've done it!
Toma: What's that? The map?
Miguel: It's all right here!
Toma: You
still have
the map? (scratches head angrily)
Miguel: The whistling rock! The stream!
Toma: You kept the
map, but you couldn't grab a little o' food? Or at least booze?
Miguel: Even those mountains. You said so yourself: It could be possible. And it is! It really is... the map to El Nido!
Toma: ...You drank seawater, didn'tcha?
Miguel: Oh, come on!
Toma: I'm not comin' on! I wouldn't set foot in that jungle for a Rainbow Shell!
Miguel: How about a
hundred Rainbow Shells?
Toma: ...What?
Miguel: I just thought that, after all, El Nido... The Lost Continent... (Temptingly wiggles eyebrows) You know, King Dalton's favors, nuggets, gold bricks, legendary artifacts worth King's Crowns, caves and minerals unexploited since the beginning of time! (Yawns) But you don't want to go, so let's get back into the boat and row back to Choras. After all, it worked so well last time.
Toma: (Ponders quickly) Mmm. Wait a pinch! New plan. We find the capital, map the continent, take all the treasures and Rainbow Shells we can and then we go back to Porre.
Miguel: And buy Porre!
Toma: Yeah!
Miguel: That's the spirit! Come on, Toma. We'll follow that trail!
Toma: What trail?
Miguel: The trail that we blaze!
Look out new world, here they come!
Brave, intrepid, and with a bottle of rum.
Pioneers of maximum,
Audacity whose résumés
show that we are just the team
To live where others merely dream
Building up our head of steam
On the trail they blaze!
Changing legend into fact
We shall ride into history
Turning myth into truth
We shall surely gaze
On the sweet unfolding
Of an antique mystery
All will be revealed
On the trail we blazeMiguel: I wonder what that brat Serge is doing. I hope he didn't find a girl other than my princess.
(Meanwhile, at Viper Manor... Serge sneezes.)
Kid: Shhh!! (Frantically) Quite!
Serge: ... (wipes nose) Was someone talking about me?