Challenge Fic: Pegasus x Otogi (AKA Dungeonshipping)
Yu-Gi-Oh is the property of Konami and Kazuki Takahashi, and this work is only a very appreciative celebration, from which I hope to derive no profit of any kind.
“So really, how much do you love my game?”
Oh, so much. So good to see the rising generation doing such creative work. It’s not like Dungeon Dice Monsters is a total copy of Pegasus’ own game, and bland and derivative in the extreme.
“Otogi, isn’t it?” Pegasus murmurs. “A pleasure.” He extends his hand.
“Otogi Ryuuji.” The boy’s cocky in the extreme. Did somebody tell him that Japanese kids look good in curls and retro-hippie headbands, or did he decide it for himself, for some reason? -- And who’s responsible for the vest-thing that leaves half his stomach bare? -- “I know who you are,” he says.
Well duh. The whole world knows who he is, Pegasus has been working the past seven years to make sure of that. He eyes Otogi Ryuuji’s smug little smile, hiding one of his own. The boy might just as well take credit for recognizing Mickey Mouse, at the entrance to Disneyland.
“You’re the Creator of Duel Monsters,” says Otogi Ryuuji. “You’re, like, a legend in the gaming world.”
Like? He is a legend.
“And so will you be one day.” Pegasus’ voice is very mild, his smile, very bland. Because after all, you can never underestimate the stupidity of people with money, and anything can become popular, even games that are total copies of better games, only with dice substituted for cards. “Such talent, in one so young…” -- And such bullshitting, in one so important and powerful. -- “Perhaps you’d like to get coffee? Tell me more about …er, Dungeon Monsters?”
“Dungeon Dice Monsters.” And in case you happened to forget that the dice are important, there are a big pair hanging from his ears, like the rear view mirror of a 57 Chevy. Otogi lights up. “Do you really want to?”
“I enjoy encouraging young talent.” - Except for the kind with Sennen Items, and them, Pegasus likes to squash like bugs. But there’s no need getting into that now. - “Perhaps we can work out a licensing agreement? I’m sure with a little work, Dice Monsters will be big.”
“Dungeon Dice Monsters.” Otogi swings out of the room in a cocky strut, his round butt-cheeks bouncing almost as much as his ponytail. “You won’t regret giving me a chance, Pegasus,” he says.
Oh no, he won’t. He never does things he’s going to regret; the Eye makes sure of that. And he follows the cute bouncing butt-cheeks of his little copycat out of the party, and down the street to a coffee bar, to talk about his game …and do other things that might occur to him later.
“So really, how much do you love my game?”
Oh, so much. So good to see the rising generation doing such creative work. It’s not like Dungeon Dice Monsters is a total copy of Pegasus’ own game, and bland and derivative in the extreme.
“Otogi, isn’t it?” Pegasus murmurs. “A pleasure.” He extends his hand.
“Otogi Ryuuji.” The boy’s cocky in the extreme. Did somebody tell him that Japanese kids look good in curls and retro-hippie headbands, or did he decide it for himself, for some reason? -- And who’s responsible for the vest-thing that leaves half his stomach bare? -- “I know who you are,” he says.
Well duh. The whole world knows who he is, Pegasus has been working the past seven years to make sure of that. He eyes Otogi Ryuuji’s smug little smile, hiding one of his own. The boy might just as well take credit for recognizing Mickey Mouse, at the entrance to Disneyland.
“You’re the Creator of Duel Monsters,” says Otogi Ryuuji. “You’re, like, a legend in the gaming world.”
Like? He is a legend.
“And so will you be one day.” Pegasus’ voice is very mild, his smile, very bland. Because after all, you can never underestimate the stupidity of people with money, and anything can become popular, even games that are total copies of better games, only with dice substituted for cards. “Such talent, in one so young…” -- And such bullshitting, in one so important and powerful. -- “Perhaps you’d like to get coffee? Tell me more about …er, Dungeon Monsters?”
“Dungeon Dice Monsters.” And in case you happened to forget that the dice are important, there are a big pair hanging from his ears, like the rear view mirror of a 57 Chevy. Otogi lights up. “Do you really want to?”
“I enjoy encouraging young talent.” - Except for the kind with Sennen Items, and them, Pegasus likes to squash like bugs. But there’s no need getting into that now. - “Perhaps we can work out a licensing agreement? I’m sure with a little work, Dice Monsters will be big.”
“Dungeon Dice Monsters.” Otogi swings out of the room in a cocky strut, his round butt-cheeks bouncing almost as much as his ponytail. “You won’t regret giving me a chance, Pegasus,” he says.
Oh no, he won’t. He never does things he’s going to regret; the Eye makes sure of that. And he follows the cute bouncing butt-cheeks of his little copycat out of the party, and down the street to a coffee bar, to talk about his game …and do other things that might occur to him later.