You find a man with the unknown physique of a weak yet very skilled... eh... Around 17 or 20 give or take, moaning into a blue pillow on a bed with white sheets and a sky blue blanket. Walking into his room is some high tech armor with nobody inside, a holographic girl head acting as the face. The armor was mainly white with some blue here and there with matching blue lights that could be seen as weak spots if you haven't seen it before.
She had an annoyed look and tried to grip the bridge of her nose, but she had no right hand and the armored arm went through her face, "Did you seriously disengaged your armor?"
"mmmmrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr!"
"Either you sound like a dying cow or a mower."
The guy lifted his head. Messy ginger hair on a slightly tan head, blue eyes locked on her. "You told me Rafiki could help me in magic."
"Yeah, true magic like you used on those changelings. No tools, no techno magic."
"OK, then tell me: why am I always balancing on a pole the past three months?"
"To teach you balance, duh." He got out of the bed, thinner armor on his body. It had the same color scheme, but less to no lights. "Did you seriously convert your MK. 5 into light weight armor?"
"Yeah, you took most of it away as the MK. 6 armor- Don't change the subject! Why does that ape keep smacking me in the face?! In fact, why is he in Displopolis?"
She began counting invisible fingers with armored fingers, "Mew Two and I planned on taking you to him in Season 3, he decided to move here and open a dojo, he knew we were coming before we even contacted him, and I think Mufasa is watching us in the stars."
The man stumbled into the living room of his motel, going to the kitchen and grabbing cereal, "Don't use that "Lion King" logic on me!" Just then in his peripheral vision, a pink light flashed revealing a person that resembled a hovering five year old decked out in pink and blue clothes and a pink Mew (from Pokémon) hat. "Hey, Moe Mew."
"Oscar, I'd rather you pay me, but I'm glad you're here. I lost another shipment of goods." The kid said with some authority. He owns almost four motel rooms, mine being above his main room. I don't have money so I take quests, which is legit currency besides game money or equestrian bits.
"Where is it?"
"Our Town... again." Mew said, almost groaning. Though, the sudden strain on my brain could express his distress. "What part of 'communist trap' screams 'safe shortcut'?!"
Cortana- the program that looks like a blue Roll.EXE from Megaman: Battle Network -returned the armor to my body over the docking system I set up, the face of my ultimatrix shifting from a grey hour glass to a full blue circle. "Anything to avoid Rafiki."
"... um... about that: he's not at his dojo so he might be waiting for you or he's just on break." Mew responded.
The lights on my armor began to pulse as I charged up a teleportation beam... sort of like Megaman. My head went from looking up at Mew in my home to looking slightly lower to an angry monkey with a staff on top of a big wagon full of plums in the desert just outside of Our Town. Before any words were exchanged, I was smacked in the face by his staff, holding more fruit than usual. He then covered my mouth, "Hush, we don't want to disturb Balance."
I quietly replied, "Balance? The balance of what?"
Rafiki stroked his beard, "Not what, who." He pointed to a knocked out delivery pony with hardly any colors. "Much foolishness in this one." Our eyes locked once again. "I want you to pull us home. No teleporting, no super speed."
"Serious-?!" He stuffed an apple in my mouth with his staff.
"I didn't say you couldn't- Well, how about this: you can use Disney themed transformations only if you choose to change." Rafiki gave a smirk as I rolled my eyes.
I popped the dial on my ultimatrix, "I haven't done Disney themed forms in a while. Watch me get Hercules!" I pushed down on the dial, not waiting for a hologram and half expecting Cortana to give me an accurate transformation. My armor disappeared as I grew big and green, my front bigger than my back and a black roller forming between thick paws. My eyes grew big and black and my mouth widened. Green skin covered the top of the roller and yellow stripes took their place on my cone-shaped antennae and hind legs. Above my snout my ultimatrix appeared between my eyes. "What the heck..."
"Jumba experiment 519. Dubbed "Splat". From the "Lilo and Stitch" television series."
"Well, me and my big-" I was caught off guard by the rope that entered my mouth. "What're you doing?!" I cried around the rope.
Rafiki held the end of the ropes, about to drive this like a buggie, "How else are you going to pull us? Plus, I doubt you can reach your toy."
"You really do suck."
"What did I do? You chose to wake up and we agreed on training sessions that you skip. What's wrong? Afraid you'll fall off the stick?" I began to pull as fast as my back legs and roller would allow.
On top of my pole... or actually not... Rafiki is trying to teach me how to balance on foot on a thin metal pole as high as me and as thin as a keyboard key. He's literally commanding me to stand on one foot on a stick like he's doing without tilting the stick or getting any help. "Young one, Kratos can do this."
"Well, I'm not a god slayer!" I responded, falling over again as I hugged my pole.
"Neither is he." He pointed to a window where the mentioned man from "God of War" happily waved a giant blade while wearing a colorful apron, tending to some hedges. "Oh Faust, I hope he's careful this time. Burned my rose bush and almost wanted to kill any witnesses." Rafiki turned a smile towards me, "Do you like puzzles?"