[center][img]https://media.discordapp.net/attachments/546056855978377216/828692020578615316/gbvfgvfgf.png[/img] [color=00a651]Level 1[/color] [7/10] (Word Count: 902 +2) [color=00a651]Location:[/color] Edge of Blue [color=00a651]Mentions:[/color] Bowser [@DracoLunaris] and Mirage [@Potemking] directly, reaction to hearing Sakura [@Zoey Boey], reaction to Link [@Gentlemanvaultboy], rest in general)[/center] The looks of concern and shock that had hovered on the [color=FD0000]Koopa King's[/color] face left the former member of Count Bleck's group baffled. Why is it so strange to see on that face and why does he feel like he's never seen that kreep so worried? Of course he's never seen the shellhead worried because he's never seen the shellhead in person before that failed meeting! ...but why does that warm grin cast his way feel even stranger? [color=00a651]"I have standards."[/color] Mr. L begins as he fusses with his hat a little. [color=00a651]"Either you pay me or I'm taking what I feel I've earned from wherever you stash the Coins or treasure or whatever you are using here. And I will find it. I can get into any vault I set my eyes on. But its a bit of a laugh for you to be working on Miss Pink's dime - where is she, anyway, did you stuff her in a cage again? And did that wedding even count? Heh, rather crummy move to be swiping from your wife - but... yeah, how do you not bring any food when you have troops to lead? Or did you eat it all?"[/color] In any case, Mr. L shakes the king's clawed hand before casting an annoyed look at little [color=f49ac2]miss chipper[/color]. The lowered tone he uses to speak next isn't to prevent the broad from overhearing him (he wouldn't care what some l-oser thinks about him) but all the dumb shell-for-brained mooks running around might blab and the last thing he needs is to get in a fight so soon while he can't use the Flip magic. ...not that he would. Messing with people is one thing but doing the kind of annoying crap that Dimentio does all the time is something else. [color=00a651]"Yeesh, when you said there were some goodie goodies sticking around, you weren't kidding one bit. Yeech, she is like the worst combination of some dizzy princess in a poofy gown and that annoying brat Mimi. All sugar and light and[/color] [color=lightgreen]'oh yeah, we're the good guys and we're gonna win because we have the Star Spirits rooting for us'[/color][color=00a651]."[/color] For a brief moment, the thief sounded like a completely different person. Bright and cheerful, maybe a little bashful, and absolutely not a smart-mouthed smartass of a prick who seems to take delight in the misery of others. Mr. L swans past all the unfamiliar faces (and that [color=DeepSkyBlue]old geezer[/color] who he swears he has met before somewhere... something about purple shrooms and green beans..?) to swipe some of the grub. No sense in drinking all his shakes just yet. Some banana, a bit of the more interesting fruit, some of the fish fish... Good thing that he was wearing gloves or this would be a mess to clean up. Mr. L won't admit it but for seaside grilled stuff it isn't half bad. He could have done a much better job but there's no proper kitchen in sight. And... honestly, there's only so much you can do with a fire. --- It took Mr. L a bit of time to decide whether to split from the crazy gang to hop up to the metal thing that the koopa's mini-me was in before it could go out of reach. Its not like he couldn't reach it. Mr. L is the best jumper in all the dimensions. Only some crazy super-powered nut could leap beyond the Green Thunder's own bounds. But its easier just to rest up on the weird ship. Added bonus of getting to laugh at the dumb mooks and junior minions. The man in black had bumped into [color=00aeef]Little Boy Blue[/color] a few times and the weird looks the guy kept giving him was starting to get on his nerves. As was the... odd... impression that he might have met the guy once or twice before. Certainly not this guy with his blue gown but for some reason he keeps thinking of a similar outfit but all in green. Same dorky bird-claw symbol though. It makes his imagination draw up another figure but one in orange-red armor. A... photo? With someone... Mr. L doesn't remember where... ... Tch, if he's really this worked up over some green swordsman and a red space-patrol person then he can always ask the next time they run into one another. The Green Thunder had been looking around for a place to hang his hat when boredom struck and he headed back up to the open air. He missed the initial announcement but when the idiot in the [color=DEBA42]surfer/paintball[/color] fanatic outfit starts to brag about his little do-dad scaring off the sealife, L cracks up laughing at a pathetic claim. [color=00a651]"You think that you can handle those things? Even without my Brobot it'd be a snap!"[/color] Mr. L snaps his fingers and a... tiny, almost minuscule, spark of electricity lights up in his palm but quickly dies. [color=00a651]"... motherless little... It's gotten worse?! Tch, useless little thunder palm trash, whatever, I don't need to zap those oversized fish. I bet neither of you can swim, let alone be able to actually fight those stupid little gill-for-brains off yourself. But you're in luck!"[/color] Mr. L gets ready to dive into the water with an almost manic grin. [color=00a651]"I can kick their butts from the darkest coldest depths of the Twygz River to the ivory palace in the sky!"[/color]