Author's Notes: Part of the Inspiration series where I go through my Lj interests and write stories based on them. This is the one for Disgaea.
Rating: PG, comedic violence, spoilers for the truth about the prinnies.
Pairing: None
Written: 2005
It was the full moon. Not the blood moon, but a full moon that was white and pure like snow. The prinnies gathered around the bottom of the castle. Up on the top of the highest tower were the new recruits: souls that had the misfortune to be assigned to the Netherworld for their purgatory.
It had been years since the time honored tradition had been performed. When Big Sis Prinny had shown up, no one wanted to explain. How could they? So it had been quietly not done while she was around.
But Big Sis Prinny had been reincarnated and some of the older prinnies still remembered times before she was there. For the first time in years, the tradition was being held.
"How long do we have to wait, dood?"
"Let Venus at least explain the basics to them dood! Otherwise it's like watching chickens trying to fly."
The three oldest prinnies had a small stack poster board cards in front of them. Each had a marker in their flipper. They watched the top of the tower with incredible interest.
From the top of the tower a small shape plummeted towards the ground. All around prinnies shouted advice. As it got closer, the prinnies could see that the shape was a prinny tumbling around and trying desperately to get his small bat wings to work in tandem. He failed. His impact with the ground was firm, but not bone breaking.
"Doooooooooooooood."
The three oldest prinnies held up their cards: 8, 8.5, and 6.
"Dood! He so did better than a six!"
"He didn't fly and he didn't make a big enough sound when he hit. That only earns him a six, dood."
"Look! The next one is about to jump."
After all, if prinnies weren't meant to fly, they wouldn't have been reborn with wings.