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[center][color=ed1c24][b]Level:[/b][/color] 1
[color=ed1c24][b]Day/Time:[/b][/color] Day One; Evening
[color=ed1c24][b]Location:[/b][/color] Tetris Castle Reception Hall
[color=ed1c24][b]Tag:[/b][/color] [@Hostile][@Gentlemanvaultboy][@Lmpkio][@Bright_Ops] [color=0072bc][b]Mention:[/b][/color] Everyone Else[/center]


Mario had been grinning wickedly while he watched his starchy projectile fly toward his [s]future wife[/s] Smash rival [@Lmpkio]. His expression dramatically changed when a white canine [@Gentlemanvaultyboy] leapt in front of Samus to intercept the potato. His dark brows shot upwards and his jaw dropped in a silent [i]What the fuck?[/i]

[color=0072bc][b]“Where did that dog come from?”[/b][/color] Mario growled. He would have called Samus a cheater but he wasn’t sure if the dog was hers or not.

The plumber tensed when the bounty hunter cast a vicious glare in his direction. He held his hands up pathetically in surrender, his grin turning sheepish.

[color=0072bc][b]“Come on, lighten up, eh?”[/b][/color] he tried to reason, and watching the woman resort to loading her arm cannon with a submarine sandwich, he knew there wasn’t going to be any light-hearted laughter.

Several things happened in that second, cream started raining from overheard. Mario raised his arm to shield his face from the rain before turning in an attempt to run from Samus’s homing shot. Instead, he turned right into a giant drumstick—karma was a bitch! The leg struck him in the face, causing his eyes to lock closed and face to scrunch in pain.

[color=0072bc][b]“Agh, shit!”[/b][/color] Mario exclaimed. His arms caught the hot leg before it could hit the floor, and he managed to open one eye. The other eye had some salt and marinade on it. He immediately turned toward Samus’s homing sandwich missile with the bone gripped in both hands like a bat.

[color=0072bc][b]“Batter up!”[/b][/color] he shouted, swinging the piece of meat in the same manner he would his power hammer at the missile. The sandwich exploded much like Samus had hoped, layering the plumber in a suit of bread, deli, cheese, tomato, lettuce, et al. Lowering the drumstick, Mario’s eyes narrowed into an unenthusiastic expression as he wiped sandwich from his face with a sandwich-covered hand. [i]She was going to pay for that[/i] but before he could exact his revenge, he glanced over at Luigi.

Mario noticed his brother was angry and blushed. A nervous smile cracked on his face as he hid the drumstick behind his back.

[color=0072bc][b]“Mama mia, it’s Luigi! It’s been so long,”[/b][/color] Mario pathetically greeted. [color=0072bc][b]“They invited you here?”[/b][/color]

He sounded surprised, which wasn’t a good start for their sudden reunion. There wasn’t any time to spare as fruit tarts started raining from the sky. It was then that Mario realized that his one thrown potato had started a chain of chaos. Every hero in the room was equipping every nutritional weapon they could find to take with them into battle. Slapping a fruit aside with his turkey bat, Mario watched the flying scientist [@Hostile] leap with an impressive amount of air that could have rivaled the Power Jump. He landed and armed himself with cakes using his weird gun thing, and out of all the people in the room, he wanted to attack him. Really?

Mario whacked the first cake away with his turkey bat, and blocked the following cakes with his poultry weapon. Cake splattered everywhere adding to the sandwich meat that already covered his body. Out of frustration, Mario spoke once more to Luigi:

[color=0072bc][b]“All right; you’re mad at me. I get it, but I gotta battle to win right now!”[/b][/color]

Mario stepped over to one of the banquet tables he had been standing next to and rested his hand beneath it. Baring his teeth, his muscular arm bulged beneath the blue sleeve of his shirt as he lifted the table. With a grunt of strength, Mario yelled, “Eat this!” and sent the table airborne with all of its goodies flying toward Freeman. The table’s shadow crossed the room like an aircraft, as food splattered the floor in its wake.