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[b][color=FD0000]Level 1 [/color][/b] EXP: [color=FD0000]///////[/color]///////////// (7/20)
[color=EAE11C]Location:[/color]  Ancient Gardens
[color=EAE11C]wordcount:[/color]  619
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Sadly the Master lacked much in the way of specifics regarding the nature of the guardians. One was identified, some key wielding warrior. That was at least something that was unique enough that it could stand out but as for the rest:

“SO.... THESE GUARDIANS COULD BASICALLY BE ANY ONE OF THESE POSSESSED PEOPLE? OR IS THERE A TELL?”

He asked before Tora’s own question shed some additional light on Galeem’s control. Not direct puppetry but rather evilifying juice. That sounded pretty useful honestly. Bowser filed this away for future schemes. The fact that the guardians where under Galeem’s direct control was of less concern, the king failing to grasp the danger of alerting their ultimate enemy to their existence before they had disabled all of its defences.

The king then headed deeper into the gardens, carefully eyeing the rabbids incase they got tired of mischief and attacked them while slowly recollecting most of his army as he traveled till they all reunited at the location of the unconscious roadhog. Now with everyone back together there where a couple of things to deal with.  

First was a bit of scouting information arriving from Blazermate about the source of the distant sounds of combat, namly a butt load of robots. The healer’s description made them sound a lot nastier than anything the squad had faced so far but the king was sure they could handle it regardless, He just needed to avoid being shot in the face in the process. “GOOD TO KNOW. NO SIGN OF GENO FROM UP THERE?” he asked, a somewhat concerned about the fact that the wooden doll had not been seen since he blasted off away from them way back at the crossroads. 

“OH GOOD YOU’RE NOT DEAD.” was bowser’s main response to the return of the beat up cowboy and the poetry ninja, but he was interested to see the results of one fourth of the master’s explained uses for souls. The grenade launcher was quite the impressive piece of work, though it was a little surprising to see the cowboy toss it to the tiny furry man instead of keeping it for himself. Not much of an explosives guy perhaps? Regardless, more firepower was more firepower no matter whose hands it was in. 

Speaking of more firepower Bowser turned his attention to the fat man whom the Master was reviving. The bulky brute was rather a dramatic waker, pushing his weight around and demanding answers. A man after Bowser’s own heart it seemed, but the king was quick to try and force his will upon the man to get him to get in line with his plans.

“WELCOME TO THE NEW REALITY. IT’S MADE OF ALL THE OLD ONES AND THAT THING.” bowser pointed skywards to Galeem “IS THE GLUE HOLDING EM EM ALL TOGETHER. WANT TO GET HOME BACK TO NORMAL? SEE YOUR... PIGLETS OR WHATEVER EVER AGAIN?” the king gesture to himself with a clawed thumb “THEN YOUR WORKING FOR ME.” 

The with the natural order of things seemingly firmly set in place the next issue to deal with was the bout of clamoring about kirby’s absence that began to grip the party. The king felt slightly guilty moment to realise he had accidentally misplaced their savior before his attention was brought to the thieving rabbids by people paying more attention to their surroundings than him. 

“GAH! THEY HAVE MY HAT!” He started, before hastily adding “ALSO PROBABLY KIRBY?” before any further shouting was cut off by the thunderous sound of Michel’s sniper rifle. Seeing others racing ahead of him again king acted as if the sniper shot had been a Starting Pistols and  began a thumping jog after the rabbids.