[center][img]https://i.imgur.com/7VmE2Nf.png[/img] [color=EAE11C]wordcount:[/color] 267 (+1) [b][color=FD0000]Level 4 [/color][/b] EXP: [color=FD0000]////////////////////[/color]////////////////////// (20/40) [color=EAE11C]Location:[/color] Peach’s Castle: Kitchen [/center] “WHAT NO I AM FINE” Bowser respond to his attacker’s shows of concern while he picked himself off the floor. Again. Then after listening to him ramble for a bit the king told him that: “YEAH GALEEM KINDA MESSED US ALL UP, SO WE’RE GOING TO MESS THEM UP. YOU UP FOR THAT? THEN YOUR WORKING FOR ME, BOWSER, THE KOOPA KING! GOT IT? GOOD. BECAUSE I’M STARVING” Having sorted everything out perfectly the king tuned and followed the hamster towards the kitchen, doing nothing but raise an eyebrow at the dejected robot girl coming the opposite direction. He licked his fingers and tried to make his hair more presentable as he waited for her to pass, before barely managing to scrap his way through the door frame. Inside he found his love, worst enemy and a bunch of other nobodies. Fortunately Peach seemed to be more interested in teaching the argumentative poppy how to cook than engage Mario, who was obviously excited to see her, in conversation. “HELLO BEAUTIFUL” He greeted Peach, before also greeting mama “ALSO HELLO NICE CHEF LADY” because even the king knew it was bad idea to be rude to someone who’s going to be making you food. Bowser attempted to lean on a counter coolly, broke it, and then stood with his arms crossed casually leaning against a wall. As a result he just generally got in the way of everyone trying to make food. “SHAME YOU MISSED THE FLIGHT EARLIER, BECAUSE LET ME TELL YOU, I WAS PRETTY AWESOME. REALLY SHOWED THAT WANNA BE WHO’S THE BEST ME. I.E. ME OBVIOUSLY” he gloated/flirted [hr] [center] [img]https://i.pinimg.com/originals/6b/f9/b7/6bf9b7a36abd51b6a8d149b70943268f.png[/img] [color=SpringGreen]Location:[/color] [color=SpringGreen]wordcount:[/color] 1,085 (+2) [b][color=SpringGreen]Level 1 [/color][/b] EXP: [color=SpringGreen]//[/color]//////// (2/10) [color=SpringGreen]Location:[/color] Peach’s Castle - Upper floors [/center] When Bowser jr came to his senses he found himself in an unfamiliar room surrounded by unfamiliar playthings. He took a few moments to run though how he might have gotten here. He remembered waking up and moping around his room because he had been [url=https://66.media.tumblr.com/e0bf8555a2487b0de1a11d705e1da012/tumblr_owjf0wBngL1vht1imo1_500.png]grounded[/url] after the whole rabbit fiasco. Then his father called him from the moon because he wanted picked up after another failed kidnapping attempt. After whining about how upset he was about not being able to be the ring barer for his wedding, despite the fact that the ring was apparently six times his size, he had guilt tripped papa into un-grounding him and also into letting him plan their next scheme. Said planning had taken about 3 minutes because he was just that good a planner. He’d gone to the moon, picked up his dad and then he’d gotten a matching suit from the bunnies while the koopaling went and stole a weather control rod from some science nerd with swirly glasses. Then they’d gone to peach's castle, fought Mario for a bit before they were interrupted. Gone to a cliff to fight some floating hands and then got blasted only to end up here. With all these cool toys! Jr more or less forgot about the strangeness of his situation and instead got down to the business of discover for the second time all the neat things in the room playroom. In only a few minutes he had assembled a replica of peach's castle out of building blocks and was playing a game of kidnap the princess using every single amiibo as the pieces. [color=SpringGreen]”ha ha ha, I have you now Mario!”[/color] said jr to Mario, who was dangling precariously from the battlements of peaches castle. [color=SpringGreen]”nooooo!”[/color] cried peach as her hero was dislodged from his perches by a swift impact of jr’s base to his hand. He plummeted to the floor with a [color=SpringGreen]”mama mia!”[/color] Then Bowser came in along, scooped up peach and congratulated him [color=SpringGreen]”GOOD JOB SON. I AM SO PROUD. LET’S GO GET ICE CREAM TOGETHER!”[/color]. [color=SpringGreen]”Yay”[/color]Bowser jr cheered in response, but before the amiibos could go off to get ice cream together he heard something going on next door, which brought his attention back to his unfamiliar surroundings. [color=SpringGreen]”huh, what was that noise?”[/color] the asked nobody in particular before carefully stepping their way through the mess of toys and pressing his ear to the wall to listen. Next door he could hear somebody making a minor ruckus as they pulled open drawers and tapped on walls. This was, naturally, very suspicious. Jr glanced around the room looking for a weapon having realized that he might in fact be in danger. Several moments of rummaging in toy chests later and he came up with a large paintbrush about as tall as he was. The Gaddbrush might have served more often as a sports bat than as a weapon at this point, but it was still a faithful weapon none the less. A few practice swings left a familiar m on the wall with a pair of umlauts on top, painted in colorful, and dangerous, goop. Jr tapped the hard end of the paintbrush against the floor and nodded to himself before turning and making his way out of the playroom. Outside was a more familiar sight, a hallway that looked to be part of peach's castle. The small dragon crept through this hall till they reached the door to the room that was in the middle of being pillaged. Jr pulled his bib up over his mouth, plastering a permanent toothy grin across his face, before he booted the door open and stepped inside, paintbrush brandished like a droopy spear. [color=SpringGreen]”rawr”[/color] he roared adorably, announcing his presence to a young human girl who was currently rummaging around in a chest of drawers. Jr almost immediately recognized the room as Peach’s which meant that the hat kid was rummaging through contained… jr gasped at how scandalous the situation he had just come across was. [color=SpringGreen]”Are you stealing the princess's socks?!”[/color] the both aghast and intrigued prince asked after pulling his bib back down. After a few moments of awkward silence he then added excitedly [color=SpringGreen]”Can I help!?”[/color] [hr] [hider=extremely non canon memage] Somewhere, far far away in a place beyond time and space. A young squid stands on her stage. There's a massive crowd before her made up of dozens of species she has never seen before and she feels the unstoppable compulsion to rap. Her bff is there. She sees her bestie’s aching need and lays down a sick beat from a dj booth. Pearl cant stop herself, she begins to slam down the hottest improvised rhymes with a voice so powerful it can prevent extinction events. The crowd either goes wild or suffers acute secondhand embarrassment. There are no other options. As the song reaches a fever pitch the crowd try and rush the stage. Most are held back by men with fists the size of their torso but one man gets past, determined to be heard, for he has something he must talk about. He is an ugly piece of shit with scrawny limbs, a hideous voice and a face only a mother could love. The man’s mother is a tube incapable of exhibiting emotion. In his hand he clutches a golden artifact that shines with otherworldly power. He scrambles up onto the stage and now only one man separates him from the mic. Eddie Riggs, the greatest roadie that never was. He has busted his ass of to get this ridiculous show up and running in time and there is no way he’s going to let some gangaly grandpa ruin it for everyone. He rushes out from the sanctuary of the backstage and dive tackles the man who is ominously marching towards the center stage. Jack’s self insert demon oc dive tackles the intruder, arms wrapping around his hips and slamming them to the ground. He’s done it, the show is saved, or so he thinks before realizing something horrible. There is no torso attached to legs. Vor, cut in half yet seemingly unaffected by the his lack of legs, grabs the mic with his free hand despite the protests of the pop idle. He raises it to his broken, cracked lips as a thousand magical space children in the crowd, most of whom are decked out in ridiculous neon fashion attire, collectively groan as the man speaks the his first words. “They come to this place when they know they are not pure!“ This was going to be the longest minute of their lives all over again. [/hider]