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[h2][color=FD0000]The Koopa Troop[/color][/h2]
[b][color=SpringGreen]wordcount:[/color][/b] 868 (+2) (Kamek -5 for heart last round)
[b][color=SpringGreen]Bowser Jr: Level 7 [/color][/b] EXP: [color=SpringGreen]//////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////[/color] (74/70)
[b][color=DeepSkyBlue]Kamek: Level 7 [/color][/b] EXP: [color=DeepSkyBlue]///////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////[/color]/// (67/70) 
[b][color=DeepSkyBlue]Location:[/color][/b] Edge of the Blue – Open Ocean -> Limsa Lominscuttle Town
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[color=SpringGreen]”Sounds lame to me, like being grounded, but sure, whatever, be that way”[/color] Jr muttered when his suggestions about disguises or shape changing weren't taken on. If they wanted to stay cooped up inside the ship that wasn’t his problem and he wasn't going to bring them dinner either. Sakura could do that, seeing as she was being so pally with them.

[color=DeepSkyBlue]”Perhaps that is for the best? It’s a less risky plan that is for certain.”[/color] Kamek admitted carefully (it did made things easier not having to worry about smuggling to enemies of the city through its streets) before confessing to the Seaplane Tender Water Princess that [color=DeepSkyBlue]”Also, I have to admit, it was, in hindsight, something of a way of avoiding saying your full name. Shame it doesn't make a good acronym. STWP doesn't work as a name, or at least one that suits you”[/color] 

When they arrived at said city they received an unexpected welcome from Brineybeard who seemed to have been successfully recruited to the cause while they were away, though he seemed a little down when comparing his own ship to their new flying ride when Kamek headed down and greeted him. Jr followed after, parking his car and walking around their landing spot to stretch his legs after having spent the last hour or so tensely grappling with the Atomos’s controls.

When they asked about Princess Peach they found out she and Cuphead had recently had to rush away to a restaurant called the Bismarck  [color=DeepSkyBlue]”That is odd. Perhaps they made reservations and were running late? Or Link’s causing a scene? Well, we need to go get her anyway so I will head out and investigate. Does anyone want to accompany me?”[/color]

Sakura had already decided against it and soon after so did Jr [color=SpringGreen]”You’ll just be coming right back and then after we’ll go down again and that’s so boring. ‘sides, said I was going to try and fix the ship”[/color] the boy said, before glancing up at the vessel’s bruised exterior and cringing.

After waiting to see if Geralt would be coming and then getting some directions, the old mage set off for the Restaurant at a brisk pace, leaving the prince to get too work fixing the ship while Sakura went to go hang out with/keep an eye on the ship-girls. The boy got a few more stretches in before turning around, remounting his clown car and retrieving his toolbox from within it. With this he hovered about, trying his best to repair the damage the battle had done to their new vessel while not really keeping an eye out like Sakura had asked. With the captain about that wasn't really necessary as far as the prince was concerned.

[color=SpringGreen]”Hey. Cap. Know if there's anywhere I can get some junk or metal or anything to help fix this with?”[/color] he called over to Brineybeard before pausing between necro-smasher swings and also asking [color=SpringGreen]”also do you know where they even make these? There a shipyard or something in the city?”[/color]

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The Heavy Cruiser Ri-Class sat awkwardly on the floor, having instinctively not retaken the bed due to the presence of the more deserving princess. It wasn't a comfortable spot, and indeed she’d been a fidgeting shuffling nuisance trying to find a way to sit till she ended up with her legs crossed and a small pig boat sitting in her lap. Now she was trapped by Tyrant's napping form (part of her she didn't quite understand wanted to pat his head but she couldn't without squashing him) and sitting quietly with her (former?) boss and one of her (former?) enemies who now looked like one of her (former?) allies.

Into this strange atmosphere and slightly cramped confines burst Sakura like a ray of sunshine, who began bombarding the former abyssals with positive energy and confusing questions and suggestions. The ship glanced down at herself when he was singled out for needing to improve her clothing situation. She supposed there wasn’t a lot to see. In fact she had very little compared to the other 3 women. Or most people in fact, baring the turtle hovering around outside who was wearing only a strip of cloth around his neck. And a shell. Did that count? 

It made her feel. Different. Out of place. She should fix that.

“What is punk?” she asked. Tough sounded good, it would make being shot hurt less. She wasn't sure why clothes being cold was good. Was it because the cold was blue, like her eyes?  She hadn't known they were blue.

She also hadn't had to think about how she was dressed before. She had been made wearing what she wore, but now her mind was quickly flipped through what she would look like if she was wearing the other people she’d met’s clothes, only to be challenged by the prospect of having a name. Her choosing her own name. Or a nickname. An ‘important decision’. She hadn't made one of those before. It was a lot of pressure.

“I. um. Ri? Or Rika?” that one sounded nice, but “how do I know what one is the right one? How did you choose yours?”