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[b][color=FD0000]Level 1 [/color][/b] EXP: [color=FD0000]//////[/color]////////////// (6/20)
[color=EAE11C]Location:[/color]  1-1, Ancient Gardens
[color=EAE11C]wordcount:[/color]  1,316
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Shouting at: 
[@Stekkmen] The Centurion
[@Delta44] Minako
[@thedman] Michael 
[@Lugubrious]Tora/the Master of Masters
[@Archmage MC] Blazermate

As the others went off either to scout ahead or talk to the master bowser stomped about their first battlefield sweeping up the souls of his minions and sneezing each time someone in the distance payed him an unheard compliment about his supposed niceness. Near the end of his cleanup Tora returned and regaled him with an explanation of what the master had said, one that was elongated to a length that the king had to assume was a far size greater than the actual explanation thanks to the hamster cat thing’s characteristic meandering manner of speech. The part of his plan involving the short version may have failed, but the king had nonetheless succeeded in the main goal of gathering up his minions, and the pockets of his white jacket where now  positively glowing from within as a result of them being filled to the brim with souls, Koopas on the left, Goombas on the right. The king mused about where to put the two hammer bros while he took in Tora’s explanation.

“OH… THAT’S A BIT MORE THAN I THOUGHT” was his rather flat response to learning the universe had been destroyed and recreated in Galeem’s image. “I’VE SEEN THAT HAPPEN TO A GALAXY BEFORE THOUGH, SO IT’S NOT THAAAAAT IMPRESSIVE” The king continued in order to downplay their enemies massive achievement while referencing the time a galaxy rector he had made accidentally devoured the entire galaxy. Or maybe it had been the entire universe? At any rate the princess Rosalina and her luma’s had done something to reset the whole thing to save all of existence. Bowser’s magikoopa advisor/foster father Kamek had tried to explain what had happened to him in the aftermath, but Bowser had more or less brushed him off to go try and conquer the galaxy again, this time involving a plan involving a more controlled galaxy eating machine and having peach make him a very big cake that would match the building sized form he had had at the time. Galaxy conquest failed the second time around too naturally, but at least the universe did not need resetting another time, and the king subsequently returned to more grounded schemes like kidnaping pixi like beings, building a theme park and while wearing a catsuit, or going around the globe acquiring the ingredients for a perfect wedding on the moon.

The rest of the explanation passed without further comment as Bowser did his level best to internally translate his messenger’s semi incoherent rambling into useful info. He was going to have to mull over the implications of the souls but Tora’s final comment was something he easily grasped. “THIRTEEN BOSSES TO OPEN THE WAY HUH? YEAH, THAT'S PRETTY CLASSIC BAD GUY STUFF. THEY’RE GONNA REGRET BRAWLING WITH THE BIGGEST, BADDEST BOSS OF THEM ALL THAT’S FOR SURE.” he smirked before turning his attention to the rest of his returning troops. Linkle was the first to arrive with a bottle of goomba souls which she emptied out into the kings claw and telling him to  “put them in his heart” so they could come back before plonking the bottle in the hands of Tora and sprinting off. 

“WHAT KIND OF SAPPY MAGIC IS THAT SUPPOSED TO BE?” he grumbled before shaking his head dismissively at such an un-villionouse prospect and popping the souls in with the other goomba souls. He proceeded to steal the bottle from Tora after the master gallivanted on past them to almost get himself squished and putting the two hammer bro’s souls in it before depositing the container inside the koopa pocket, keeping everything nice and organized. With that he turned his attention to the various people who had not raced on through level 1-1 while he had been distracted. The main thing he recognised, other than the fact that a lot of people had apparently gone ahead without waiting for his slow ass, was that some of the people left where not going to be making it over this introductory stage unassisted, namly Tora, who was upfront with it, and the new human girl who looked to be in no state to be doing any physical exertion despite Blazermate’s ministrations. If it weren't for the fact that sofar all of the new troops had proven themselves useful he might have just abandoned her there, or that is what the king told himself anyway. As it was he gave her the most basic of inductions into his forces “I’M BOWSER. YOUR IN MY ARMY. WE’RE GOING TO BEAT THE GALEEM”

With that settled the king gave a slightly over dramatised groan to indicate his displeasure with the prospect he was about to suggest “AND I GUESS I’M GIVING LIFTS AGAIN. ONCE WE CAPTURE PEACH’S CASTLE YOU ARE ALL GOING TO HAVE TO LEARN HOW TO JUMP PROPERLY”

After a few moments the king was loaded with passengers, one given a secure fireman’s carry while the others making do with taking perches on his shell, and was then ready to get underway

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The king took a brief moment to rolled his shoulders and stamped his feet in warm up to this next bout of exertion before thundering down the approach towards the pit and the thwomp. Unable to go under the great block due to his size, as it would likely result in hims scrapping passengers off his shell like a truck going beneath a too low bridge, the king instead leaped up at the thwomp with a slow gravity defying leap. With his free claw he grabbed a corner of the great stone obstacle and then proceeded to hauled him atop it, the koopa carefully avoiding squishing anyone off in the process. The thwomp glared angrily at the heavy load that had mounted it, the king himself being only somewhat smaller than it, yet it was unable to do anything about its former master’s insulting position, anchored as it was with its lot in life. The simple mind of the massoned living weapon fumed as the king hopped down from it, landing at  near the master with a heavy thump. 

“YOU. SMART GUY. KEEP MOVING AND TELL ME WHO THE 13 BUTTS I GOTTA KICK BELONG TOO.” he ordered as he stood next to the master in prime boarding position.

The king then proceeded through the rest of the course, vaulting across chasms, collecting more minion souls, and smashing blocks  until he came to the end, making his way by a flagpole that promptly raised a banner with his emblem on it in response to his passing, and arrived at the joining point of the three paths they could have taken. After allowing a moment for his passengers to get off bowser advanced into the ancient gardens to be confronted by yet more familiar faces.

“OH GREAT. THESE THINGS” He groaned before clarifying “I WENT ON VACATION ONE TIME AND WHEN I CAME BACK MY SON HAD RECRUITED THESE RABBIDS TOO FIGHT MARIO AND THEY MADE A HUGE MESS OF THE KINGDOM IN THE PROCESS” he left out the part where he had been possessed by some cyber phoenix thing that had seemingly been the true mastermind of the whole event on his return home and had to be saved by mario, green-stach, peach, mario’s dino dad and a bunch of rabbits cosplaying as the four “IT WAS A PRETTY GOOD ATTEMPT THOUGH.”  he mused sentimentally before a look of concern crossed his face. He worried about how JR was faring in this misbegotten world. Bowser might be a repeated mindconsole victim but his son had been spared that fate until now. He assured himself that the boy was made of tough stuff like his old man was and then resumed forward progress, slowly stomping his way past the distracted rabbids with renewed purpose, heading for his love’s castle and the sounds of battle that echoed around it.