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[h2][color=FD0000]The Koopa Troop[/color][/h2]
[b][color=FD0000]wordcount:[/color][/b] 1134 (+2)
[b][color=FD0000]Bowser: Level 8 [/color][/b] EXP: [color=FD0000]////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////[/color] (95/80)
[b][color=DeepSkyBlue]Kamek: Level 7 [/color][/b] EXP: [color=DeepSkyBlue]/////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////[/color]/ (69/70) 
[b][color=DeepSkyBlue]Location:[/color][/b] Limsa Lominscuttle Town
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Sepheroth broke off from the group and vanished into the city. Was he done with them? Did he know where they were going somehow or would he just get lost again? Bowser didn’t know. That left him and two still slightly wet ladies (weren't cats and robots supposed to hate water? You wouldn't think so based on how both had thrown themselves into the water. Then again, Miss Fortune did basically explode into pieces when she hit it and Blazermate had sunk like a stone, both of which had worried Bowser till they’d ascended back out like nothing alarming happened) following after peach and Cuphead's mad dash through the labyrinthine city, during which Bowser’s hulking form once again acted as a convenient way of spotting friendlies among the masses of the Influence. 

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[color=DeepSkyBlue]”Good to have you Geralt. Another set of eyes should help in tracking down her majesty and the others a fair bit easier,”[/color] Kamek said to the Witcher. Unfortunately the old sea captain couldn't give them much more specific directions than the general direction they’d set off in, [color=DeepSkyBlue]”Might be too high class kind of place for the old pirate captain to have frequented it I suppose? Sounds like one certainly, and I think one of the ship girls we met at the start was very taken by it when she gave us a run down of the city?”[/color] Kamek said, thinking out loud as they set off.

She had certainly thought the food was delicious even if he could not remember the exact wording of her praise or, unfortunately, where she’d said it had been other than the fact that it was up somewhere. He had to agree with Geralt, if they people who had stuck around had had time to book dinner at a fancy restaurant while they were out risking life and limb it was only right that they covered the bill, though functionally it would be peach’s funds either way. He raised an eyebrow at the Witcher's joke at first, but then with an [color=DeepSkyBlue]”oh wait,”[/color] he remembered that the gruff man had mentioned being far older than he looked, which left him free to enjoy it with a swift cackle.

[color=DeepSkyBlue]”I’ll accept nothing less than an incredibly late grave I’ll have you know,”[/color] he retorted with humorous aggrandizement [color=DeepSkyBlue]”it’s something I’m proud to say I’m making excellent progress on”[/color] 

[color=DeepSkyBlue]”Also yes, I’m a little surprised the old captain decided to join up, but then again us old relics do need to do what we can to avoid being left behind. Who knows, with the right spirits that living ship might become a terror of the ocean. At the very least it will be better than having all our eggs in the Atomos’ basket. There where far to many close calls back there, those abyssal ships are nasty. Still, we have two on our side now, and we know that we can add more while shrinking their own numbers, so that should also help. We’re getting quite the fleet together aren't we?”[/color] 

The mage hovered alongside the Witcher as they made their way through the city for the most part, occasionally flying up or away to get a better vantage point for their serch but always making sure to not lose the ashen haired warrior in the crowds. It was on one of these flights that he spotted the familiar and yet unfamiliar form of Bowser stomping his way through the city. The mage had to adjust his spectacles to be sure, but even sporting several new bells and whistles the king’s hulking spiked dragon-turtle form stood out as unique, and the presence of a few other distinctive and familiar faces in his presence confirmed his identity.

[color=DeepSkyBlue]”There they are”[/color] he called to Geralt, pointing his finger towards the group, who were [color=DeepSkyBlue]”heading for the central tower, and in quite the hurry too”[/color] Top of the central section did sound like the kind of location for a fancy restaurant to be found. Maybe it was even [i]the[/i] fancy restaurant in the city. Definitely not the kind of place you wanted to be late too if you had a reservation.

The mage could have rushed over, but instead stuck with Geralt, floating to and fro to find him the fastest route while also not trying to lose sight of the party.

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Said party wound up in a palace that was distinctly the opposite to their intended final destination, as far as dining establishments went. The massive circular bar was more of a food court than a single shop and, if taken together with the hawkers alleyway sitting smack dab in the entryway, it continued the city’s habit of forcing you to go through shopping areas to get anywhere. Bowser vaguely remembered markets like the alley, though smaller, in places he'd visited/conquered, but he’d definitely never seen a road run straight through a bar before, much less a central intersection of a city. Long story short, it was kind of weird, or at least that's what Bowser thought as they took a breather while Cuphead, who had clearly gotten lost (and who could blame him the city realy was a maze), was asking for directions. Unusual as it might have been, the setup was working as well as the alleyway was, because where Bowser had been kind of hungry when they got here, the sight, sound and smell of food and drink being prepared, served and eaten in the place was making him salivate.

[color=FD0000]”Yeah maybe”[/color] he kind of agreed with Miss fortune’s idea of coming back here, it would certainly fit everyone, but something in the air smelt odd to him, though he wasn't sure what it was. Not until they were leaving and the king got harangued by a large, bearded and toga wearing man who thought he was a sea monster (or a god or both) clapped him on the shoulder and shoved a source of the smell in his face.

[color=FD0000]”WOW HEY BUDDY WATCH IT. I’M NOT JORDANMANG... CTHLOOLWHO. WHOEVER THOSE GUYS ARE”[/color] Bowser replied as he tried to push the surprisingly strong man away, unable to pronounce the divine names but also assuming they were wrong anyway as part of the god’s slurred speech. In this he was wrong, the pronunciations had miraculously been perfect, but he had no way to know that.  

[color=FD0000]”I’M BOWSER, THE KOOPA KING. AND YEAH, I AM PRETTY GODLY. AND BUSY”[/color] The King continued as he made another attempt to pull away and push past the man [color=FD0000]”SO BACK OFF. I’VE HAD A BAD DAY AND I’VE GOT A KIDNAPPED HERO TO SAVE SO I DON'T HAVE TIME FOR YOU OR WHATEVER THIS IS”[/color] he tried to shove the wine jug back into the self proclaimed god's hands.