The Day after the Draft
The Saloon, 9:00 AM

A red Audi A3 Cabriolet arrives at the Saloon as a somewhat sleepy Collin Gibbles steps out of the car, preparing himself for another day of hard training. However, his various thoughts are stopped dead on their tracks as a loud song started to play from inside the building. He rose an eyebrow, stepping into the building only to find a rather unamused Martijn Westbroek chugging down soda.

CG - Hey, Westbroek. Are you hearing what I'm hearing?
MW - Yeah, blame the GM for that.
CG - Sounds kinda... Asian? It's not too bad. Did we draft some Japanese guy?
MW - Nah. Two Americans and a Canadian. They're supposed to arrive today, actually.
CG - Ah, that's nice. Hopefully, we can get around winning the Four Star Cup this time.
MW - Oh, we will. We just need to inform the other teams of that first. Break their spirits, you know?

An annoyed Mathias Seger passed by the two, covering his ears.

MS - What the hell is this?
MW - Blame the GM!
MS - What did he do this time?
CG - C'mon, Seger. Sure you'd be interested in other cultures' music.
MS - I will once I'm done with the groaning headache it created. Who the hell likes this c-

The locker room door opened as the song stopped. Yoshimitsu McCloud's head peeked through the opening, him looking at the three.

YMC - Oh, hey, guys! What's up?
MS - McCloud? That infernal music is your fault?
YMC - Well, we do are kind of a bit rusty...
CG - We?
YMC - Yeah, the GM asked if I could help out with the Draft Day party.
MW - Don't look at me, when I joined the team we didn't even have that. It was literally us getting like a Snickers bar and a pat on the back.
YMC - He still wishes that we ran a cheap party, so I... kind of had some help.
?? - Yoshi, we still need to practice the song!
YMC - I'm coming, sis! You guys can watch us practice if you want. We'll try to keep it low.

The ninja quickly returned his head back to the room, closing the locker room door.

CG - Sis?
MS - That didn't sound like Kunimitsu. Either that or the migraines are getting to me.
MW - The migraines?
MS - The ones that buffoon just made me get.
CG - Well, we could just go check it.
MW - I dunno...
MS - The migraines are quite enough for me as is, Gibbles. I'll go get some medication first.

The defender dragged the two into the locker room, finding that McCloud had, somehow, gotten a bunch of ninjas to make the Draft Day party. They had a large cake, all sorts of drinks and, at the moment, the Irish Ninja was trying to play a track with his... friends, relatives, it wasn't very certain. Yoshimitsu stopped playing his guitar-like instrument to talk to them.

YMC - Ah, here we go... uh... This is the Draft Day Party we managed to set up.
MS - Was the music really necessary?
YMC - Well... the GM did say we had to make it as lively as possible.
MS - Headache-inducing, you mean.
CG - Oh, come on, Seger, it's not that bad.
MW - Uh... you might wanna watch your tongue.

Westbroek pointed to the band being literally made of ninjas.

MS - Don't worry, McCloud usually doesn't take our comments to heart.
CG - He usually takes our suggestions and then does something slightly related but way sillier, but he's not one to take offences to heart.
YMC - What's an offence?
CG - An insult.
YMC - Oh... Uh, he said our music was bad?
MS - Yeah.
YMC - Well... we do are rusty.

The other four ninjas agreed.

CG - Well, don't you wanna introduce them?
YMC - Ah, yes. My apologies.

The ninja nodded, introducing them one by one.

YMC - I believe you recall my little sister Kunimitsu.
KMC - Hello, Mathias or Seger!
MS - I... sigh... nevermind.
CG - Yeah, I remember we picked her up a while back from her trip. Are the others your relatives?
KMC - They're my family members, yeah. They came on a boat.
MW - Wait, didn't the boss tell you not to be cheap?
YMC - Yup. But they came via a fishing boat.
MS - Hold on. A fishing boat handled all the way from Ireland to here?
KMC - They had trouble getting through the Panama line, but yes.
YMC - In any case, this is my even younger sister, Mizutimitsu.
MMC - Greetings!

The sister bowed. Seger rose an eyebrow.

MS - Uh... How's that a ninja?
YMC - Beg your pardon?
MW - Ninjas are supposed to be sneaky, right? She looks...
CG - Like one of those things you'd find on a Peruvian temple. Inca culture, to be precise.
MMC - I don't know what you three are talking about. This is my traditional ninja garb.
YMC - Yeah. She always looked like that and it never made her any less talented.
MS - Minus musically.
MMC - Minus musically, yes.
YMC - Well, this one is my older sister, Takimitsu.

The other sister, dressed in a more questionable way but in a completely different side of the scale bowed as well.

TMC - Takimitsu McCloud, pleased to meet you.

The three players looked at each other.

TMC - What?
MS - Look, lady, we don't want to insult.
CG - Absolutely not.
MW - You kinda look like a tramp.
MS - Westbroek!
MW - What? She does.
CG - In all fairness, I did read on the subject. It could be that she's just a sort of... more... advanced kunoichi.
MW - A kuno-what?
YMC - A kunoichi is a type of a ninja that uses her body to weaken her foe's attention before striking them when they're not careful.
TMC - That would be a correct assumption. So be careful.
CG - I'm kind of surprised any of your relatives has the mind to actually show a part of their face.
MS - Could use not seeing the rest though.
TMC - Oh, how straight forward of yourself-
MS - That's not what I meant!
YMC - Well... uh... and this is the youngest sister of the bunch, Ibukimitsu.

The final sister bowed as well.

IMC - Hi!
MW - Uh... miss, may I ask?
IMC - Ask what?
MW - What's with the school clothes?
IMC - Oh, I'm studying nearby, I joined school back in Ireland not too long ago but apparently my grades were so good that an American institution sent me an invite to join. I get to stick with my big brother for the time being.
YMC - Yeah. Her grades were great.
KMC - It totally didn't involve me dangling their headmaster from the top of a building.
MMC - Indeed so!
TMC - The thought of such an event should never ever be lodged across your heads.
YMC - So, we spent all night baking, adding decorations and practicing our music.

Silence took over the room.

MW - Can I have some of the cake?
YMC - Feel free!
KMC - There are totally not any sorts of poisonous elements in it.
TMC - I know best, I baked it myself!
MMC - Yup-yup, believe in the great Mizutimitsu!

Seger walked up to his teammate, worried.

MS - You don't think they put anything on this cake of theirs, right?
CG - Eh, he's our teammate. Worst-case scenario, it's just a laxative. Besides, it could serve as this season's rookie rib.
MS - ...If I end up sick, I'm blaming you so much.

1323 words, Double Media due to Draft-related shenanigans

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Former Players: Yoshimitsu McCloud (LW, #64) -
Won a Four Star Cup once, knew ninjutsu, picture editors hated him, never tried free agency
Anton Harrier (LW, #90) -
Won WJC gold, liked skateboarding a lot, went to the finals with Manhattan, kept his seat glued in LR

lol nice man

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