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[h2][color=FD0000]The Koopa Troop[/color][/h2]
[b][color=FD0000]wordcount:[/color][/b] 975 (+2)
[b][color=FD0000]Bowser: Level 9 [/color][/b] EXP: [color=FD0000]//////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////[/color] (154/90)
[b][color=SpringGreen]Bowser Jr: Level 8 [/color][/b] EXP: [color=SpringGreen]//////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////[/color]/ (79/80)
[b][color=DeepSkyBlue]Kamek: Level 8 [/color][/b] EXP: [color=DeepSkyBlue]////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////[/color]//// (76/80)
[b][color=FD0000]Location:[/color][/b] Bottomless Sea – the Maw - the Kitchens
Feat: Rika 
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There was a crash of glass and then a scream of anger from the monstrous butcher that almost made Rika pop her shot there and then, but Sakura’s distraction didn't get anyone caught in and of itself. Unfortunately it instead drew in the ire of another butcher, this one human but for his size and, perhaps, temperament/ethics if the concept of ‘humanity’ still stood for anything in a world with a million other sentient species. Either way, in the end it was the fight between him and the twisted meat-prepper that doomed them. What Rika had prepared for came to pass as the ugly one hurled a pile of bowls at the other, inadvertently unveiling Sakura in the process.

There was no question as to what needed to be done in either her or Bella’s mind as both let their shots fly to try and save their shared friend, with Bealla’s stumbling the newly arrived one, while Rika followed through on Mirage’s plan, blasting one of the hooks and dropping a parcel of (what they learned a few moments later to be people) meat on top of the one that had caught Sakura. In hindsight, maybe she should have tried to hit the same one as Bella, because the mean drop failed to free her friend and, worse, the bald one rushed both of the ship girls, giving Rika only a moment to shrike before she was grabbed up by the gauntlets, hauled into the sky and then shaken about, rattling her brain enough to cause her to back out. The last thing she saw being the porcelain doll she’d been giving a piggyback tumbling down to the ground.

If the three ladies' capture did not go unanswered, not with the gang of heroic children with more bravado that sense around. Also, while they were not heroes, the two royal koopas certainly had the same level of sense as the good guys and so both cried out in alarm for their captured friends/allies and rushed to their aid without a thought along with the others. 

Bowser leapt up onto the counter and proceed to hurl the goo can, the hammer-head and then a barrage of fireballs at their foe, while Jr gladly took the nail offered by Geralt and, after instructing Mimi to start shadow sneaking them as well, hurled it at the bald guy with superhuman strength and the (self proclaimed) skill of an Olympian javelin thrower. When it came to getting it back however, there was a problem.

[color=SpringGreen]”pff. Ffff. tffff how do you- pvvvvvv”[/color] jr asked/complied with growing panic and frustration, having not taken the time to learn how to whistle in his scant few years of existence.

[color=DeepSkyBlue]”Like this young master”[/color] Kamek called from where he was hiding, before putting two fingers in his mouth and performing an excellently shrill whistle despite having a beak for a mouth, causing the nail to sore back to him. The mage stumbled backwards as it smacked into his shell, before recovering and relaying it back to the prince to throw, a process they’d repeat as much as they were able, right up until the two cooks fled.

And despite their collective efforts, took the three girls with them.

[color=FD0000]”GET BACK HER AND FIGHT YOU! YOU! GAAAAAH!”[/color] Browser roared. He ran after them and then shoulder charged the door like a chargin chuck. It cracked, just a little, but as he proceeded to beat on the door it was clear that he wouldn't be getting through it fast enough, even when jr (who diverted himself to grab the hammer head) joined in and formed a two koopa battering ram crew smashing at the door.

The others had saner, or maybe just faster ideas, which involved sneaking in through a vent, though for some reason it was only going to fit a small portion of the crew, namely a quadrette of heroic gentleman. Mirage lead the way, followed by Geralt and there wasn't that much doubt in the troops that the other two would be following soon after

[color=DeepSkyBlue]”Here, Geralt, don’t forget this”[/color] Kamek called after the Witcher as he moved to sneak in through the pipe, the koop holding up the nail he’d just barley managed to whistle back before it got brought through. The slow turtle was a bit of a way’s off, but the weapon could easily be whistled over should Geralt take the moment to command its return.

[color=SpringGreen]”Mimi, go with them and help distract the big jerks!”[/color] Jr instructed his little mon [color=SpringGreen]”We’ll uh...”[/color] he took a moment to recognize how futile he and his blindly enraged father’s efforts were going to be in the short term [color=SpringGreen]”Keep them distracted? Drown out your approach!”[/color] he concluded, shouting over the hammering.

“Mi-mi!” the mon replied with a  little salute and proceeded to, instead of following the others through the pipe, phased straight through the door to go be an even tinier nuisance than the others were going to be, one who had the distinct advantage of being able to, well, phase through solid matter.

You couldn't exactly grab or slap a ghost after all, which was a district disadvantage when it was trying to slash at your ankles or climb up your body to try and poke out your eyes.

[color=SpringGreen]”Oh. I forgot she could do that”[/color] jr noted, the last time she had done so having been back just after he’d caught her during the monster truck capturing fight, before going back to door hammering with his dad.

Kamek meanwhile turned right around after offering the nail and moved to head for the locked door. Assuming someone more limber would go to get the key he wanted to be on hand to lend his mind and eyes to figuring out what, if anything, on the other side might help them out.