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The Koopa Troop

wordcount: 1,555 (+3)
Bowser: Level 9 EXP: ////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////// (152/90)
Bowser Jr: Level 8 EXP: /////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////// (77/80)
Kamek: Level 8 EXP: /////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////// (74/80)
Location: Bottomless Sea – the Maw - the Kitchens
Feat: Rika


”To make it more enticing? Or it is simply that all the food is bad, and it’s not so much a set trap as it is a… base reality of this place?” Kemek replied to Link’s questioning of the trap information. It was true, it did not feel like a traditional trap. If someone from his world had made one, like, say, Bowser for example, the food would have been sitting on a fine serving dish in the middle of the room under a grand spotlight. But whether that made it not a trap, or just an even more insidious one, he could not say.

There was one other discussion of the curse, and that one was regarding the source of information, which Kamek also interjected himself into.

”As for the reliability of the source of this information… She was a member of the organization 13, which the Master of Masters, who himself has been nothing but helpful I might add, did not have very good words about. Or.... I’m forgetting the specifics at the moment, but their group they share their namesake with did not exactly have noble ends. A gang of nameless shadows seeking to control the heart of all worlds or some other sort of villainy”

”to put it in perspective without the Master of Master’s words backing me up, our source on this place also suggested it was the best way to reach our goal. Make of that what you will.”

“So it is safe?” Rika asked, making the rather straightforward assessment that anyone who said this was a good way of going about things had to be lying through their teeth.

”I would not say that but- Rika no” Kamek grabbed her by the hem of her skirt to stop her giving in ”please don't. I know it hurts, but as Sakura said, most of those who are more than mere children have eaten. If something does happen to them, then we will need you and your cannons to carry the day”

Rika nodded very reluctantly at that and then more resolutely responded “Ok. I trust you”

”Thank you,” the old mage replied with a grateful smile, before addressing the others ”I think it may be best if we hedge our bets here. Half have eaten already, what is done is done. We may as well make it part of our strategy and make it so one half eats and the other abstains. That way if one falls to the curse of food or hunger, then the other group is still numerous enough to still carry the day.”

Things looked like they were going to turn out that way regardless, but making it group policy would hopefully stop any second thoughts on either side (now was not the time for regrets to be getting in the way of things) or bickering between the hungry and the full.

Though by the looks of things the source of temptation might not be around for much longer.

While the abstainers had talked, Bella had spent some ammunition and blasted a way through the bars separating them and the cafeteria, and the half of the group whom Kamek had spoken of had rushed inside to fill themselves.

Or, in some cases, gorge themselves. Bowser managed to outdo even the pig-like behemoths, the king’s naturally voracious appetite coupled with his bouncing up and down and all over the previous room led him to devout great swathes of the not particularly nice but certainly filling food.

His son’s consumption by comparison was somehow beaten even by even Mimi, the specter hiding away several times its own volume beneath its ragdoll-like disguise. It wasn’t very clear if it was all being eaten or if it was being stored for later. Having stuff for later certainly a good plan, and it was an idea Jr also had. Or if he was forced to tell the truth that was an excuse to leave the rather stale food on offer behind to go towards the allure of the colorful vending machines.

Unlike the others, he really was a child rather than a temporarily embarrassed adult, and thus very much still had a child's palette. And that pallet demanded sugar, which quickly led to a loud crash as the little vandal used his dad's hammerhead to smash open the glass fronts of the vending machines in order to pilfer the contents.

This resulted in the boy being mostly fueled by soft drinks (and some soup) instead of the cooking that had been provided to the penniless prepubescent prisoners, potentially turning him into an unintended wild variable in the sudo experimental split of fed and famished. If that hadn't been the case Kamek would have insisted the boy ate something of actual value. He had certainly had to do so in the past.

They boy’s liquid lunch did turn up two things of note. The first was a gift box from the vending machine, which contained some outdated piece of fashion that was quickly replaced with a large number of soda cans.

As for the second: ”Wow, that's a cool bottle was Jr’s reaction to finding the octopus themed bottle in the retro futuristic machine, hauling it out (he’d used a stool from one of the benches to climb up inorder to do his raiding) and then hefting it round to show off ”hey papa, look at this”

”Hmmm?” Bowser looked over from where he had been thoroughly engrossed with emptying the tables to see his son holding the bottle. It was quite the stylish looking one but it also reminded him of the ones that smelled like Bacchus’ breath and of that he did not approve.

”Maybe let someone else drink that one kiddo”

”Awww but daaaad”

”No buts.” Bowser replied, before noticing the pile of empty cans around the vending machine ”Also how how much soda have you been drinking?”

”... hey Ace! Catch!” Jr called out to the Ace Cadet, before underhandedly tossing the glowing octopus themed bottle to the monster hunter and then saying ”Hey look, Link got the door open, lets go!” and hurrying off after the hero, leaving Bowser to sigh, stuff one last morsel in his mouth and then collect his things to follow after those who had gotten a move on already. Rather sluggish at that, because he was very, very full.

Jr, with his gift box of cans under one arm and minions at his feet, joined the procession of children milling through the halls that Bowser’s forged key had opened for them (and was eventually caught up by his father (hammerhead and goo can in tow) to receive his admonishment for his diet, which was stern talking to and the handing over a can so the king could sate his thirst)

Near the front, meanwhile, Rika popped the winged key back in a pocket and then fished the half a scissor out and asked “anyone want this. As a uh, knife, or something?”

”shh” Kamek instructed for quiet ”Let's try and avoid attracting whatever monster haunts this floor, yes?”

They found it soon enough. After passing a giant meat processor who’s (smell made the beaked Kamek wish he could close his nostrils even slightly like those with fleshy ones could) they peaked their way into to real kitchen, where they found a grand and grotesque chef hard at work butchering the contents of the hook carried parcels.

Or the front runners did. Both the royal koopas had a gaggle of nonspeaking children to contend with if they wanted to get ahead, but there wasn't a great need in their knowledge, so instead they attempted to strike up a conversation or, in Bowser’s case, attempt to reduce the worried looks their, to the kids, monstrous forms were causing (”Hey, how's it going?” ”Don’t worry, we're not going to eat you. We’re already full ha ha… That’s a joke. We’re getting you kids out of here”) leaving Kamek and Rika up front to ponder how they were going to mitigate their inevitable detection.

You did not just miss a swarm of tiny children for long, especially when one of them (Sakura) was shimmying up onto your counters to do goodness knows what.

Mirage, at least, had a plan he was going to vocalize and that was to try and knock down the contents of one of the meat hooks on top of the freaky giant butcher.

“I can help do that” Rika informed him, raising her guns and teetering just a little as fatigued legs lost some of their support in the process of the change in angle “I think? If I can get a good angle anyway?”

”Maybe...” Kamek agreed cautiously ”but not quietly. We should keep that in our back pocket, only use it if we get spotted, I think?”

“So like the hand guy? I’ll find a good spot to shoot from then” She replied, before seeking exactly that out, leaving Kamek to slowly and carefully seek out a path towards the other end of the room.

Bowser and co were meanwhile only just arriving when Sakura started to execute the finals section of her plan, having only time to take in the monster and asking themselves what the street-fighter was doing before things went horribly right or wrong for her.

wordcount: 1,175(+2)
Midna: level 6 EXP: /////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////// (21/60)
Location: Sandswept Sky - Al Mamoon Northeast - Rocket Inc.


Midna rose up and up and u towards Ciella… fell short. Worse still, she’d been seen coming. Not that the princess had attempted to be stealthy which, she realized the moment before she got her due, might not have been a more wise course of action. Especially given how big Ciella had gotten. That really wasn't something she’d had a chance to focus on till now, in her quest to save their enemies from her, but in attempting to strike her she learned just how much bigger she was now. Better too, and, worst of all, more well armed.

Midna, partially blind to what was directly ahead of her as a result of the holding back she was doing with her open palm strike, felt herself impacted with something and then crashed through it. The magic of the helmet prevented the impact from simply snaking her spine or jellying ehr bones, but it did not halt her momentum, which caused her to careen past the base of the energy limb and then lurch around underneath it and whip head over heels, sending her head spinning.

It took only a few heartbeats to recover from that, but when she did she quickly became aware of her predicament. Her hair fist was caught by two giant water arms that could only be a skill she’d gained from the spirit and a third was winding up to strike her while Ciella barked something about betrayal at her.

”Fuck you!” was all Minda had time to spit back before she got slammed by the women’s own energy fist. Midna’s bracing with her shield did very little to dissuade the her sized fist as it hammered into her, knocking the daylights out of her and resulting in the princess being stunned as she was subsequently hurled towards the iceberg. That could have been the end if a certain sticker of a certain space monkey stuck to the inside of her shoulder-pad hadn’t triggered and slowed her launch speed, preventing the subsequent impact with the glacier from splintering every bone in her body.

Instead it only cracked a couple (more) of her ribs and left her even more concussed than her first two head traumas had combined.

After landing, the princess’s body rolled limply down the iceberg’s side and into its shadow, which she had just enough of her senses remaining to disappear into and then blink away to another shadow before Ciella came to finish the job.

The next few moments were a blur in the dark, as the formless princess waited for the ringing pain in her mind and her body to stop. Surprisingly it did, at least a little, thanks to Necronomicon‘s Active Support ability flaring through her even in the dark.

It wasn’t anywhere close to enough, but it was something.

Midna metaphorically shook her head to clear it and took in the situation as best she could. The team was moving in to finish off the remaining rebels, but it was going to be a race against Ciella, something she vaguely recalled the Necronomicon yelling about during her mindless pain.

Then she heard her name being said by Joker, who was yelling into some kind of communication device (probably too the cat van that had just slammed through the wall) at which point she realized where she was. Which was Fox’s shadow. She decided to not reflect on why her pain-addled mind,seeking safety, had leapt to the shadow of the nearest twinkish swordsman and instead got moving.

The first step jumping from there into Morgana’s shadow.

”I’ll live,” she told him from the safety of his shadow, ”Help the others, I’ll distract Ciella. Somehow”

She just needed to be smarter this time and not die. Fortunately, being smacked about a bit, or a lot, had had one benefit, and that was that it had beat the blind dragon energy enhanced fury out of her and allowed her to think of how to fight smarter rather than harder.

She took a few moments to plan, another to prepare while hiding behind a pillar, and then made her move.

”I’m not done with you yet YOU BITCH!” came a surging battle cry from right behind Ciella. From, specifically, her shadow, but the woman couldn’t know that, at least not straight away.

”Goddesses, you make me sick. I free you from your delusions and you repay me with bunk philosophy and a blind ear for the plight of others. You recklessly endanger my people with your aimless magic because your to stupid, callous or weak to hold back like I have been. But enough is enough. YOU ARE GOING DOWN!” She yelled dramatically.... But, yet again, no attack came.

And that was kind of the point. Midna was in no state to try and duke it out with the massive harpy, but she didn't really need or want too. She just had to keep her psyched out for a few moments. Keep her guarding her back while. Give the others, like Mao who had decided that just about to die was a perfectly fine margin to take someone down to before friend-hearting if the meteoric sword kick-heart combo was anything to go by, the time they needed to break all of the rebel’s mind control.

”or not. Can't actually take you down, seeing as the boss wants you in one piece. Or your body anyway, your will doesn't matter one bit. Gets in the way really. That said that's the only thing you have going for you, because you seem a bit bird-brained to me. Maybe if you had been paying attention I wouldn't have gotten so beat up and able to be converted but oh well. That’s fine, because YOU’LL PAY FOR IT NOW!” again, a battle cry but no battle was coming

Not that it would work forever of course. She kept talking, threatening, posturing,mocking and generally distracting the Agito for as long as she could, but if Ciella had been paying attention she would have seen that Minda had never just teleported behind someone and stabbed them in the back. Or kicked them in it like Shadow had done multiple times during the fight. Plus, her main threat, her hand, had a deployment and a wind up time and so even if she did try and come up behind her, the water-mage would likely presume she would have plenty of time to react.

So if the harpy decided to call her bluff, there wasn't going to be anything she could do. Other than giving them all something they’d all missed out on seeing earlier by waiting till Ciella was confident she wasn't going to be attacked, and then appearing right by one of her massive taloned feet while holding one of the spare spin tiles directly underneath it. She’d raise tile, who’s arrow was pointing directly away from the rebels, by the half cm distance it needed to lightly tap against Ciella’s foot and then try and hide in Ciella shadow again to enjoy the merry go round.




The Koopa Troop

wordcount: 1,140 (+2)
Bowser: Level 9 EXP: ////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////// (149/90)
Bowser Jr: Level 8 EXP: ///////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////// (74/80)
Kamek: Level 8 EXP: /////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////// (71/80)
Location: Bottomless Sea – the Maw - the Depths
Feat: Rika and Glen


Bowser discarded his protective plat and hopped across the gap into the elevator along with the last of the children, stumbling on tired legs in through the doors and then past the two turtle stack of Kamek and Jr who had appointed themselves keepers of the door.

”Go go go go! Book it!” Jr demanded from the bottom of the stack as soon as everyone was in. Kamek had at that point already jabbed the button that would take them to the only other floor on the elevator’s path, looked down at him and replied ”it’s an elevator i can’t make it go any faster than it already ” the only to get another demand of ”Go!” from Jr. The old man in a child’s body sighed and then proceeded to jab the button repeatedly.

Whether spurred by impatient jabbing or just getting there when it got there, the doors started to close shut, prompting one last gout of pitiful words from their foe before they left him behind for good.

”There won’t be a next time once I get my hands on that schmuck of a lady!” Bowser growled in response as they started to ascend, but as they adrenaline wore off and they rose higher it was his, and others, stomachs that did most of the growling. Bodies had been pushed to the limit to get them out of that room (though admittedly some more than others), where now demanding their due.

The pain the hunger caused wasn't suppressed by blazeramte’s healing beam for even a second and, worse, whatever mechanism it used seemed to be failing to properly stitch things back together. Those with acid burned flesh where left with warped skin, while those with scales (mostly bowser, the rest of the troop sans tyrant where basically unharmed thanks to being at the exit when the rain came) was left with an itchy swollen latticework of pain where the acid had leaked in between his resilient scales.

”That is odd. Either some ambient magic is interfering with the beam, or the machine simply accelerates the natural healing process, which is being hampered by our lack of energy to heal with. I’m not sure which is worse” Kamek noted academically, the tiny turtle the least affected among the group due to having been among the least active among them.

”Does it matter! Urrgh, this is the worst” Bowser complained, scratching at his scales and getting no relief. He got a muttered corus of agreement from Rika and Jr, both of whom were slumped against various walls of the elevator, with the porcelain doll and tyrnet in their respective laps, hoping in vain that rest might let them recover.

It didn't, and the time for rest was soon over as the elevator reached the top of its climb and the doors popped open to reveal the dimly lit room beyond. As much as staying seated appealed, none of the troop wanted to find out what happened if they rode back down again to the fish monster’s lair, and so with much reluctance they spilled out onto the next floor along with the others.

It didn't feel like they’d get much further than that, the long wooden corridor stretching out before them feeling almost insurmountable due to their hunger. Nadia’s black humor at the situation did not help that.

”Bolts to that” Bowser grunted, before declaring ”I am an engine of destruction, fueled by spite, and we are getting out of here” while gripping the two horns of the hammerhead and using it as a walking stick/zimmer frame to hobble forwards. He was followed by jr (still carrying a tired Mimi on his shoulder and with Tyrant trotting at his heels), Rika (who had moved the doll she had become irationaly attached too to her shoulders where it was riding her piggy back) and finally Kamek, slowly and steadily trundling on as koopas where wont to do.

They were just a bit behind Nadia when she realised what was available on the other side of the bars and its siren call struck the royals (and animals) among them hard. Bowser, his son and Tyrant all immediately diverted course to the bars, Kamek’s protests that ”Sire please! This must be a trap!” falling of deaf ears.

The King immediately jammed the horns of his hammerhead in between the bars to try and pry them apart with what little strength he had left, but it was jr who bypassed the cruel cage keeping them out (or possibly in) the best. Or rather it was Mimi, who jr held out on the palm of his hand and who used her long arms to nab food from inside. First she grabbed a fish, which she pulled under her disguise into her eldritch interior (from which was never seen again) before hauling out and distributing food to the ravenous Bowser, Jr, Tyrant and possibly anyone else foolish enough to take the bait.

The only one Kamek managed to stop from joining in was Rika, partially because of his connection to her as the person who’s heart had freed/created her personhood made her more likely to listen to him than the self assured royals, but mostly because he grabbed her leg to stop her moving forwards long enough for her to come to her senses and, along with him and Mirage, too take in the rest of the room and realise just how very suspicious it was. Most notably the silent still children who, and this was rather key, had barely touched the food they were in the room with.

“Uhhhhhhh. Hi there?” the ship girl said, waving a gun covered hand at the closest one awkwardly. “Is the food safe? Because I am really really really hungry.”

”Who are you? Were you trapped here as well? Is there a way out?” Kamek asked them in quick succession, before glancing around himself to see if he could see one and spotting the door with the lock.

”Do you know who has the keys we found?” he truend to ask Rika, who nodded in response.

“Oh? Me. And both of them. They’re in here,” Rika replied and then tried to retrieve them from her pocket only to find that the gauntlets made getting things out a lot harder than getting them in did. It took several moments of struggle to get them out but once she did she said “got them, here, look,” and then held both out for him, and anyone else, to see, or indeed take if they had the will/energy (and dexterity she lacked) to go try them out in the distant lock. Kamek himself was to busy doing as Mirage was doing, and watching the eaters for any incoming side effects (as well as awaiting answers to his questions, if any where forthcoming)

The Koopa Troop

wordcount: 1,492 (+3)
Bowser: Level 9 EXP: ////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////// (147/90)
Bowser Jr: Level 8 EXP: ///////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////// (72/80)
Kamek: Level 8 EXP: /////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////// (69/80)
Location: Bottomless Sea – the Maw - the Depths
Feat: Rika and Glen


”SLAM DUNK!” Bowser yelled as he smashed his hammer head into the base of the Nail embedded in Moreau’s flesh, driving the metal spike deep deep inside the monster's body. Yet still the beast would not yield. As Nadia soared up and away towards Mirage’s magnetic personality Bowser (after taking a moment to be annoyed about how the magnet had never been that strong when he was using it) gave their foe a few more smacks with the hammer head, but it really wasn't doing much more than give him a few black eyes, of which the mutant had many to spare.

Struggle, flight and impatient button hammering came to a sudden end mere moments later as the elevator arrived at last, announcing itself with a delightful dissonant ping. It was time to go, that much was clear to everyone, including Moreau who had been holding back a festering finale for just this moment. Or had just remembered he had a trump card up his sleeve. In a desperate bid to prevent the children (and one robot)’s escape he rolled onto his back, tipping Bowser off in the process, and wretched up a vile torrent of acidic bile which flew up and then began to rain down upon them.

”Ewww, gross!” Jr complained out as he hopped into the elevator, ducking out of the acidic rain right before it started tearing down out of the sky. He was joined a moment later by Rika who hopped across the southern gap to get herself out of the rain. Both of them promptly deposited their burdens: one tank of nano machines, and one porcelain doll which wound up sat on top of it. Their shared rush to get to safety had unfortunately resulted in far more important burdens being left behind.

”Young master? A little help would appreciated!” Came a shout from Kamek from across the small gap separating him, and the two baby behemoths (who were running amok in a panic as the first of the acid started splashing down and singeing their soft pink bodies), from safety. Small for the two gravity defying youngsters at least, not so much for the magic-less mage and the two horned piglets.

Help came in the form of a hand on the back of Kamek’s shell. “Tuck thyself in, Kamek.” said Glenn as he stepped past the two toothed pigs, the bundle of wires coiling around him offering him some light protection from the oncoming rain and still possessing a full tank of boyish stamina. “I shall toss thee across to safety.”

The mage did not need to be asked twice, indeed he was already in the process of retreating inside his shell on instinct as a result of the surprise of being grabbed from behind.

”Hold this” Jr told Rika urgently, tossing her the other key which she caught after accidentally whacking it back into the air with her gauntlets twice, and then moved forwards back to the front of the elevator.

”To me!” he instructed/added to Glenn’s plan, taking up position with arms outstretched to catch the shell, because if he didn't the koopa might simply hit the deck, slide across the floor, bounce off the wall and then sail out of the elevator again, as koopa shells where want to do.

Glenn nodded. Taking the cooped up koopa in both hands, he did a quick spin and tossed him much like he had his own shield earlier. Like the most high stakes game of frisbee, Jr’s grandfather came sailing right at him.

The boy, having been expecting more of a lob than a hammer throw, peddled back a step before catching Kamek in both arms with an ”Oof!” when the shell bonked against his shell.

”Please, don't throw the horry boys that hard” Jr requested as he set his grandpappy down, and informing him ”Your safe, now give me some space”

As the mini koopa picked himself and hurried out of the soon to be pig receiving zone as quickly as possible, Jr stepped back up the plate to receive the next delivery.

Glenn glanced down at the little behemoths, the same drops as acid he was struggling to ignore boiling on their exposed skin as they huddled near him for the slight protection he provided, and was careful to pick one up from behind. Immediately the panicked thing began to wriggle in his grasp, jabbing backwards with its horns in it’s panic as Glenn leaned away. It wouldn't be possible to throw this one as hard if he had tried, but he still took a brief running start before lobbing the little monster to Jr.

The boy put skills learned from Olympic rugby matches to good use, backing up a bit intentionally this time to catch the passed pig while avoiding being stabbed by its ridiculously oversized horns. ”Gotcha. You're in the clear so stop panicking!” he demanded before depositing the baby behemoth, which ran off to cower in a corner, and moved to receive the final hopeless burden from Glen.

The last one only seemed to become more agitated from the disappearance of its counterpart, and Glenn was only just able to keep it from running off by literally grabbing the behemoth by the horns. He pulled it up into his arms, keeping its head over his shoulder so he didn't get jabbed, and gave it one last throw across the gap. Backwards this time.

”Gotcha Tyrant!” Jr cheered as he caught his own pet without having to worry about being speared by its horns this time (though the last near miss had given him ideas for later). The squealing minion was also set down and allowed to run off to hide behind Rika’s leg while jr stepped forward one last time with a hand outstretched to the helpful and rather scorched Glen ”Now you, come on!”

Without a single moment to lose the boy ran up and launched himself over the gap, catching Jr’s hand and letting himself be pulled inside by the young prince. He stumbled a few steps before collapsing against the back wall in a tangled heap, breathing heavily.

As the northern and southern arrivals piled into the elevator, there were still people coming in from the east who were still having to leg it while being hailed by the acid rain. Bowser was the closest, but he was also having to contend with the fact that he was right next to the source of the acid, having just been dunked down into the drink from which Jr had previously had to escape. Unlike his son, however, Bowser knew exactly where his exit was, and that was a staircase he’d seen right next to the elevator.

Pulling himself up out of the water he’d been dunked into, he took one look at the projectile vomiting fish freak, wretched and then started moving. He scooped his hammer under on arm, stomped towards the closest pile of junk, grabbed a wall panel out of it and then started moving, first thumping through the water and then, when the acid rains started to raise both the ph and the water level, of the fluid filling the ground floor he moved to jump from junk to junk, acid sizzling of his metal umbrella and unfortunately exposed scaled fingers.

With a thump Bowser landed at the base of stairs out of the pit and then with rapid steps clambered his way to the top. He moved towards the elevator across the catwalk and upon his arrival peeked in to find his family safely inside along with several of the others, only to have to dart his head back out when the Nail he’d hammered into the fish freak came sailing out of the beast and into Geralt’s hand, almost braining the Koopa King in the process.

”Wow cool!” jr said with amazement at the nail, who’s power was worthy of legend, before spotting his dad and shouting ”Papa! Get in quick!”

”One sec. Here” Bowser called back, before tossing his hammer head to his son and then taking a glance in the opposite direction to check if anyone was still trying to catch up. If they where, and especially if they were, say, Peach, he’d hop out and lend them an escort with the cover of his metal plate (and he’d switch the hand holding it to reduce burns it got even as his body was exposed to the rain) if not, or when his escortee was safe, he’d ditch the panel and then hop right on in with the others into the rapidly becoming packed elevator.

Inside it Jr had picked up Kamek again, and the former and future mage was in the process of reading/handling the internal control panel of the elevator, to both set them off and up as soon as they were in and, if he could/needed to, making sure the doors don't close till everyone was inside.





wordcount: 857 (+2)
Midna: level 6 EXP: /////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////// (19/60)
Location: Sandswept Sky - Al Mamoon Northeast - Rocket Inc.


Midna’s rescue attempts both worked out, much to her elation. Reinhardt was shoved clear as intended, while Sven seemed to notice what was up anyway, not distracted like the siren had been, and so her bug summoning only added some extra encouragement to his dodge.

Unfortunately, the princesses actions were misinterpreted by the perpetrator of the pair’s foiled execution, Ciella simply looking down her nose at the princess and judging her as having incompetently ruined her attempt at a twin deathblow, rather than listening to her threat regarding not killing people. Instead she dropped a diss/threat of her own with all the usual pseudo philosophical draping and then decided to up and leave this particular part of the battle.

”What does that even mean!” Midna yelled after Ciella, tired of the woman’s egotistical beliefs and nonsensical turns of phrase. Midna was quite sure she’d been relatively clear what she wanted on multiple occasions, but Ciella rather than disagreeing or refusing she wasn't even reacting to Midna’s instruction that they were to take people alive. Was she stupid? Willfully ignorant? Not deigning her worth listening too?

Midna was quite done caring.

Whatever the case, Ciella was leaving her behind with the two large gentlemen nearby, but rather than go and assail them Midna followed the harpy. She couldn’t let the woman go unsupervised and instead danced after her, pumping her power up even more in the tiny moment of space she had, and while she did so took in the rest of the battlefield.

On the plus side, she didn't see any spirits that would have spoken of death, just knockouts, even from the people she’d been worried about like Jesse and the Thieves. Even better was the fact that Mao had actually freed his opponent and recruited him to their cause by the looks of it.

However, not all was well. Midna’s heart stuck in her throat when she saw the worst of the complications that occured while she was getting her butt kicked, and that was that Braum performing his iconic leap to the rescue for Nastasia, blocking Fox from ending her life and controle in one fell swoop. She prayed that the friend heart’s de-mindcontrolling effect would still work even on those free of Galeem, because if it didn't she might have doomed the brave and handsome man when she freed him before the fight.

Above the central fight was where Ciella went, and the princess quick stepped after her. The harpy rose high above the battlefield and then addressed those assembled with words that sounded profound but which Midna found entirely empty. Well, no, there was meaning in there. She was aware of what once was, and that they, like her, knew about the worlds that had come before this world, but the wording was needlessly profuse, and worse, there was no empathy to be found for those who were as she had been.

Midna wondered if she didn't know, or if she just didn't care, that they too could be free. It didn't really matter. As the ice crashed down, threatening to crush friend and foe alike yet fortuitously finding neither, and then the waves rose to wash them all away, Midna looked up and saw something horrifyingly familiar had replaced the red that had glowed in Ciella’s eyes. Or perhaps it had always been there, merely hidden by the light of Galeem. Something she’d seen before in the eyes of the false twilight king.

Madness.

As Jesse sent her take-downs and then herself to the sky with balloons Midna could see where this would lead for the rest of them. A knife-fight in the only cover from the wave they had no guarantee of winning and that would definitely get ugly fast, and death/damage by wipe-out for everyone who didn't get into/stay inside the resulting brawl.

It was reckless, bound to harm allies and would have indiscriminately ended several lives had Jesse not intervened.

Enough was enough.

Midna's dragon claws spiked the ground for a second, only for her to push off of them like starting blocks as she raced for the central iceberg. But not to use it as cover.

She dashed past all the others, weaving between them and dodging attempts to strike her, her only offensive action flicking a Sand Tomb at Nastasia, instinct telling her that the localized swirling sandstorm would prevent escape from battle, even via teleportation. Something that it might be necessary to prevent given her next move.

”I know exactly what I am, and that's someone who’s sick of your self assured bullbo shit!” she shouted up at the madwoman as additional dragon claws spiked into the frozen monolith like ice climbing boots as she sprinted up it at maximum dragon fueled speed. Then, at the very peak, she launched herself cealingwards with might and magic, rising up while forming a massive shadow hand and using it to try and slam Ciella into the roof or the arena in an attempt to knock the daylights out of her and, should the goddesses be kind, end the arena filling spell before it could end anyone’s life.


wordcount: 1,321 (+3)
Midna: level 6 EXP: /////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////// (17/60)
Location: Sandswept Sky - Al Mamoon Northeast - Rocket Inc.


Magic faced might and magic won. For a moment.

The great glowing arm woven from dark power and the princess hair reaching out from Midna’s head grasped the knight’s hammer arm and pinned it down despite the fire, steel and muscles resisting it’s grip. With his weapon pinned the princess was free to deliver her actual blow, which was a far more mundane smash to the man’s helmeted face with the lip of her shield.

The man staggered, unsteady and most likely dazed, but before she could get her dragon claws to work trying to open up the tin-can protecting his mortal body, the knight received aid from a potion seller.

Uncle Sven, a man so ridiculously round he looked like one of his potion bottles, interjected himself into their struggle, introducing himself by tossing a flaming potion at the side of Midna’s head that was, fortuitously, armored by her fused shadow and thus did not burn her face off. The princess had little time to appreciate just how much she owed her life to the fact that people kept underestimating the resilience of the ancient magic she used as a head ornament, because when she turned to face the man she found him already hurtling towards her, belly outstretched after having launched himself via a bouncy potion splat.

She raised her shield reflexively, only for him to bounce off it with barely an impact, the blow merely knocking the floating princess back a bit from Reinhardt. Her brief moment of elation at this was quickly dashed when it turned out this might very well have been intentional oh the potion master's part, as his bounce off of her shield sent him flying up and away above her, from where he tossed a pair of potions down at her

She dodged one and parried the other, resulting in both smashing into the ground and spilling their acidic contents to the floor below her. The hissing caused from the formed corrosive lake made her glance down, which only added to the number of things Sven had done to distract her from the big armored boy right in front of her, one that had been given plenty of time to come to his senses thanks to his portly companion’s aid.

While Midna was still holding his hammer arm with her shadow hand, she was no longer focusing on that task thanks to sven, which gave him the opportunity and leverage to shift his grip on his hammer and then fire up the thrusters on the back of it. Midna caught sight of the fire and motion in her peripheral vision as she was trying to keep track of Sven’s unpredictable movements and so just barely had the time to refocus on resisting the incoming swing and trying to block. Poorly.

”godd-”

The hammer crashed into the side of the shield, bashing it and her guarding arm aside and then crashing into her chest. Her renewed resistance with her shadow arm turned what would have been rib crushing blow into one that merely hurt like hell and knocked the wind out of her, but it gave Shadow the opening he needed to blink in and give her the boot, once again smacking someone into harm's way, in this case booting her down into Sven’s acid pool.

”-esses!” the princess cried out in alarm and pain, bringing up a hand to guard her exposed eye right before she splashed down into the acid, and then screamed in pain as the foul liquid bit and gnawed at the exposed skin on her arms, tail, half of her chest and midriff. Seething in pain the princess used her shield arm to push herself into a roll, tumbling to the side, out of the acid puddle and into a nearby water puddle, one of many scattered across the arena that had been left by Ciella’s tidal-wave.

While the princess tried to drench/wash herself in the puddle like a bird in a bird bath to clear the acid, the pool’s creator was under assault. The triple team of Sven, Shadow and Reinhardt coordinating far better than the entirely at odds princess and harpy where. Which to be fair isn't saying much, considering there had so far been zero cooperation between the two women. A strategy of divide and conquer worked notably well when your two foes were already divided and so they left the beaten down Midna to her bath and focused instead on ganging up on Ciella.

Shadow dueled her at range, trading chaos bolts for water arrows while Sven and Reinhardt closed the distance, before leaving to go blow up Sectonia. Despite his swift egress he’d given the pair all the opening they needed to set up their strike, with Sven laying down another sticky jump pad of slime which Reinhardt proceeded to charge into, launching himself into the air and then bringing his hammer down in a meteoric overhead swing, the blow crashing into Ciella and instantly breaking the defenses she’d been wrapping herself in while Minda had been on the receiving end of the very same style of coordinated ganging up.

Despite being light, it appeared that Ciella’s harpy form was by no means fragile, and so she swiftly recovered from her knockdown despite Reinhardt’s attempt to beat her down. Once up and guarding against the hammer blows she swiftly set up her arrow rain spell, the very same one that had ended Amara’s life.

”Not again you bitch! came a cry in response to this move, as Minda, her flesh patchy with chemical burns and her the colorful striped stockings she’d gotten the previous day tattered and perforated with large melted holes, raced back into the fray, dragon’s fury and power accelerating her run to ludicrous and inhuman speed. She had seen Ciella’s killer finale before. She would not let it happen again. Part of her recognized that she might be onboard with saving lives but had simply been backed into a corner, but she really didn't believe that and, to a point, she was too angry to care.

”Move!” she shouted at the two men, but he didn't leave things down to whether they would listen to her (an enemy) or not. Instead she slammed out an open palm strike with a truly massive shadow hand, one that had all the dragon flowing through her veins energy behind it, towards Reinhardt to try and smash/shove him clear. Simultaneously she called out her twilight vibrava, and sent the giant insect thunderously buzzing towards Sven to try and grab and drag him out of the circle. Or just chase him out, which would probably be safer for both of them.

”Kill anyone and I will put you in the goddess damned dirt!” Minda roared at Ciella, her fury burning from her lips with wisps of literal dragon fire.

If she didn't, Minda would race after the shoved Reinhardt (relying on her Vibrava to distract/chase/drag around Sven for just a few more heartbeats before it went home) and would try and deliver a dragon dance empowered shadow hand punch to his chest (while usign her speed to attempt to dodge retaliation), not caring if he broke his mechanical armor anymore (the destruction of which she suspected would render him worthless as backup) and just aiming to hurt the man inside enough that her tossing of a friend heart at him as a follow up would work out. Finally, if she could do all this without being interrupted, forced back onto the defensive, or worse, she would summon stool from the twilight realm beside her, before entering its shadow and then using it blink into and hide within Reinhardt’s own, where she’d be in prime position to deal with whatever consequences came her (or his) way.

Like trying to explain things if he was free or stopping Ciella from finishing him off with force if necessary.

If she failed to save them however, well, then the princess was going to have to be a woman of her word.

The Koopa Troop

wordcount: 1,250 (+3)
Bowser: Level 9 EXP: ////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////// (144/90)
Bowser Jr: Level 8 EXP: ///////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////// (69/80)
Kamek: Level 8 EXP: /////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////// (66/80)
Location: Bottomless Sea – the Maw - the Depths
Feat: Rika


Jr ran after Nadia towards the exit, but the speedy feline proved to be considerably quicker on her feet than he as she sped ahead in a race for the exit and away from Moreau. Still, despite him being a bit behind it looked like they were going to make it to safety, only for three issues to rear their head one after the other in rapid succession.

The first, the fact that the elevator wasn't designed with children in mind, as to be expected really, and as a result the control system was up and out of reach of the tiny heroes and baddies.

Once he noticed this Jr called ”I can give you a boost!” after Nadia, both as an actual offer, and also out of a desire not to be left behind by her. Fortunately/unfortunately, the kitten had no patience for that, as limbs fueled by adrenaline and little else at this point launched/scrambled her up the short distance needed to reach the button, before she gave it a thorough smack.

Then arose the second problem, which was that the elevator doors don't open straight away. Well, that was the group’s second problem anyway, the third, final and far more immediate one was that Moreau smashed into the catwalk in front of the door a mear heartbeat after Nadia landed from her jump, causing Jr and Kamek (who had been approaching from the south) to both stumble backwards and away from the pit that opened up as a result.

Nadia had no such luxury, being dragged over the edge by the wreckage and tumbling down and onto the back of the big fish. Yet despite being covered with eyes, the monster didn't seem to realize one of his targets was but a hair’s breadth away, crawling on his back like a louse. Instead, with Nadia in tow, he stumbled after the much more obvious Blazermate as she jetted down heal the cadet as Kamek had suggested, and then went above and beyond that request by hauling the boy out of the pit and up to the rest of the humans, who were all clustered on the catwalks around the stairwell leading up to the command center.

Rather than sit still or try to get off, Nadia immediately launched into trying to be a distraction, stomping and slashing at her ride’s many eyes. It certainly got his attention, but it also prompted several noble rescue attempts from the people who most needed to get moving towards the exit, using darts and magnet tosses.

The troop meanwhile, who were either already at the exit (Kamek and jr were on either side of the hole that had been smashed right in front of the exit) or had accidentally taken a less blocked route by taking the long way round, where more than happy to take advantage of her haranguing of their foe.

Bowser and Rika finally got down to the second floor when all this was going down, herding BB and Tyrant between them while ladened with items of varying importance. Despite their late arrival to the bottom, caused by their tinkering in the workshop and circuitous route, they only had half the room to cover over the straight shot of catwalk Kamek had just trundled over. Unfortunately for them, and everyone really, Moreau was right there on one side of said catwalk, currently trying to shake off Nadia.

”That. Might be a problem” Bowser noted as he ran next to the banister to see this all go down, before growling and shifting to the side to block an attempted piggy retreat. The baby behemoths really did not want to run right by Moreau’ rampage. Kamek, pushed up against the wall and trying not to breathe as the fish bucked and roared a scant few meters away from him, entirely understood their sentiment.

Across from him, Jr was slightly more proactive ”Mimi! Shadow sneak him. But don't give away where we are,” he commanded his poke-minion.

“Kyu kyu” the mon replied with tired determination. Her pp was running low and Eldritch hunger gnawed at the fay-specter just as badly as it was the living but she still had a little more to give.

With a “Mimi!” she did as she was commanded, her arms pressing into her shadow, which crawled its way down Jr’s back, slipped through the catwalk to the pit below, across the waterlogged floor and then up on top of Moreau where a shadowy mirror of Mimikyu rose up from the very end of the elongated shadow, gave a little wave to Nadia, and then went absolutely buck-wild. It raised its little arms up and started stabbing them down in quick succession, clawing and slashing at the eyes, either assisting her distraction or taking over, depending on whether she bailed or not.

Not wanting to just stand idle, jr did what any kid, or inpatient person really (and he was very much both), would do when presented with an elevator that wasn’t here yet. He looped a claw through the winged key’s ring Bowser had given him, and then with little hops started jabbing away at the button with the other end of the key to try and make the elevator arrive faster.

Because that was definitely a thing that worked.

As he jabbed away Bowser and Rika approached Kamek, their jog across the south eastern catwalk uncontested thanks to Nadiea. The difficulty they were having with the pigs prompted Kamek to end his hiding and move to aid them. The magic-less mage grabbed one of the infantile beast’s horns, trying to pull it closer to the exit despite being almost the same size as it.

“Shouldn't we help her?” The ship girl asked as they reached their as of yet unopened goal

”And the others. You stay here and keep the pigs from running off though. I’ve still got Kamek’s weird can to use. Somehow” Bowse replied. He got a worried look from both Kamek and Rika, and then a confident nod from the young woman and a look that indicated he was having second thoughts about his scheme now that they where int he clearfrom the old koopa. Bowser ignored the latter and started to move to put down his hammerhead to lighten his load, which was right around the time Grealt shouted his suggestion to Nadia.

It took only a moment to spot what he was talking about, sticking out of Moreau’s wretched flesh, and it made what needed done just so obvious to Bowser.

”On second thought, hold onto this for me” Bowser said, before tossing the the can of nano-machines over to Jr (interrupting his button mashing) instead and then, with a hop, jumping from the bottom half of the south wall’s catwalk onto the one running straight through the middle of the room. Then on tiring legs he ran up the length of it till he was alongside the fish boss.

”Get clear kitten, and make way for the king!” he commanded Nadia, if the cat-woamn wasn't out of the way already, as climbed up onto the railing and then, without a moment of hesitation, leaped off of it and towards the monster accompanied by a chorus of cries from his family. Grasping the hammerhead he had been carrying all this time by its two horns Bowser soared through the air with gravity defying ease, and then plunged downwards to slam the hammer into the nail still embedded in Moreau’s flesh.


wordcount: 1,120 (+2)
Midna: level 6 EXP: /////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////// (14/60)
Location: Sandswept Sky - Al Mamoon Northeast - Rocket Inc.


Her wolf rammed the titan in armor but, though grand itself, the altercation demonstrated how man had conquered beast, as iron and fire stood firm against the impacting flesh, the wolfos merely staggering him with its body-weight, and then he turned to repay the blow. Midna’s limiting summonings had one big advantage, intentionally wrought within its workings, and that was that the return was as swift as the arrival for just this reason. A lattice of twilight runework appeared beneath the Wolfos and spirited it to safety right before the hammer blow struck home.

Midna had no such opportunity. She only had a moment to watch as her heart struck home and freed the rabbit warrioress before she came under assault, the safety of her shadow left out of reach as the hedgehog came to pay her back for her own attack. Something that she had anticipated, but no less dangerous despite that.

As Midna slid towards freedom the hedgehog came darted in with a homing attack. Curled into a ball and surrounded by orange power, Shadow raced towards her from where he had been floating. Having anticipated retaliation, Midna lashed back with her shadow hand, orange energy clashing as fist met ball, knocking him away from her… and right into her path. Something that was intentional, based on the smug look on his face.

Midna slammed a dragon clawed hand into the ground, twisting her slide to the side and then kicking herself up while blasting Shadow with sand again. He anticipated it this time, shielding his eyes with a hand, and so it only bought her time to get upright before he blitzed past her outer defenses (the shadow hand slamming down into the ground behind him as he raced in on rocketpower shoes much faster than anticipated) and into brawling range.

Two days ago and that would likely have been in the end for the princess, but as the hedgehog drove a punch towards her gut new instincts kicked in, causing her to crouch a touch just in time to bring Impa’s armor down into the path of the blow, bearing it on her iron covered breast rather than her soft exposed stomach.

It still hurt like hell.

Shadow pulled back, and spun a kick at her, which she blocked with the shield, only for him to kick off it and roundhouse kick towards her other side. This she took expertly on the Spaulder of the Bat she had strapped to her other shoulder, turning a blow that would have broken her arm to just a bruise.

She grinned at him through impishly sharp clenched teeth, proud to have blocked all three of his strikes. So with a grunt he drove a punch at her jaw. She jerked her head forwards as it came it, headbutting his fist with the fused shadow, leaving her with a black eye behind the magic helmet that was not actually intended to be use as armor despite being near indestructible

Trying to get a hit in herself, she slashed a dragon clawed finger forwards, which the hedgehog caught with a ring on the wrist of his hand as he retracted it, before ducking, placing a hand on the ground for support and then kicking her legs out from under her.

The princess caught herself with her levitation before she fell on her ass, and then raised her shield as Shadow started charging a spin dash ring in front of her, orange energy and black spines grinding against the metal for a moment before hammering into it. Midna, having used both arms to brace the metal barrier, was flung back gracelessly, only just catching herself with her levitation again before smacking into the barrier, while Shadow bounced back form the impact sight and landed with coolly in front of the battle of the titan of armor and Ciella which neither had been paying attention to in their knife fight.

Now that they were separated, Minda gasped as she saw Ciella collapsed on her knees. The princess, who had been considering repositioning till she saw that, steeled herself and then dropped to the ground, dragon claws gripping it, and then started sprinting towards her despite Shadow being in the way.

As she ran Sectonia’s erratic bombardment began, the mask she’d been given by Midna tripling her magical output in a chaotic manner, flooding the field with firepower that slipped through allies harmlessly while it dashed against foes. Shadow, for his part, dashed and hovered to and fro to avoid his share, while hammering Midna’s shadow hand with chaos spears as she drew close, using her magic to guard her.

Before she could get close enough to even engage Shadow again Reinhardt raised his hammer to end Ciella, only for one of the queen’s shots to shear through his leg at just the right moment, giving the archer the moment she needed to recover. As Midna sent sand rushing and swirling around Shadow, locking him in a sand tomb, Ciella seized the moment and memory of who she really was and struck back.

Water washed across the battlefield. Reinhardt, took the brunt of it but the Twilight princess and the perfect lifeform where close behind, the flood of water striking Shadow in the back while Minda was graced with mere moments more to brace for impact, dragon claws on her toes spiking into the ground while her shadow hand grabbed a pillar to hold her head above water.

”Ciella, don’t kill them. They are under the control of the little blue-skinned woman! Help me free them of their false reality, wipe the twin corruption from their minds!” She shouted as she shielded herself from the rushing waters, and then the subsequent buffeting of wind from the many winged creature the woman had become.

She wasn't confident in the women one bit. So instead she decided to interject herself into her battle. Praying that the water had messed Shadow up more than her, Midna rushed through the wind with dragon empowered speed, claws stabbing into the arena’s floor to resist the air as she charged the armored man and then reached out with her shadow hand to grab and attempt to hold down his hammer arm, before pulling herself towards him before trying to smash his helmet’s temple with the edge of her shield to try and deliver a concussion through it.

”I’ve got this one! Keep the spiky one off of me!” she’d shouted at Ciella, before attempting to claw off the helmet to get at the human she was pretty sure was inside the armor, with the aim of hurting and then freeing him rather than just hacking away at his metal shell.


The Koopa Troop

wordcount: 2,217 (+4)
Bowser: Level 9 EXP: ////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////// (141/90)
Bowser Jr: Level 8 EXP: ///////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////// (66/80)
Kamek: Level 8 EXP: /////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////// (63/80)
Location: Bottomless Sea – the Maw - the Depths
Feat: Rika


Jr sprinted through the water as quietly as he could, rushing to fetch the fan he had forgotten which would allow his escape. As he rushed Kamek could only grip a railing of his catwalk that hung high above the ones the fish monster could reach, and watch the boy legged it, his second attempt at distracting their foe a failure. Once he was sure that the prince was about to be chased, he darted his eyes over to where Ace’s flight had ended with a crash from which he still had not arisen.

”Come on. Get up” he whispered under his breath, as if he could will the hunter back to his feet.

Others were descending too now, most having passed the koopa right by with their nimble ape/robot legs, and it was to their collective relife when Ace sat himself up after far too long a moment of stillness. One of those people was Blazermate, who suggested to him that she could offer to heal the sick fishy foe as part of a bargain

”I appreciate the offer, but I am afraid the time for talk seems to be over. You’d be better off helping the Cadet, I believe.” Kamek replied (His second attempt to reach their enemy had sadly fallen on deaf ears) and then suggested, pointing over at the hunter, anticipating that he might not be in the best of shape.

After speaking with her, he turned his eyes back to the action and saw two things. First, Jr had reappeared. The prince had spent the breathless moment the others had spent fearing for Ace’s life to sprint back to flow control, rip open the sub, dig around its insides to find the fan (it had become lodged under the chair), and then raced back to Nadia, all of this done in the time it had taken for her to have and recover from a the gripping jaws of despair.

”Made it,” he gasped between labored breaths, the rush through the the still rather deep for a child water having taken more out of him than he had expected and, like the rest, he was well past the point of running on empty by this point. It was well past time he, and they, got out of here. Maybe, just maybe, he hoped, the hunger was only a thing on this particular floor and their leaving would end it just as their arrival seemed to have begun it.

He set up the fan on a patch of junk sticking out of the water and then, with a leap into its currents, launched himself up to Nadia’s side, claws catching the metal and hauling himself up without risking pulling them both down into the watery pit below. Home free, he turned and then used cable he’d retrieved front he junk piles to haul the fan back up to him. He then untied it and handed the fan back to its owner.

He gave a thumbs up to communicate his thanks rather than strain his tired throat any more than necessary. He wanted to get moving, but instead he, Nadia (and Mimi who was as ever riding upon her trainer’s shoulder and who’s current job was carrying the winged key they’d found) where forced to hunker down and hide when Moreau charged towards their corner of the room. The big jerk’s attention has been caught by a shambling form of the diving suit that had accompanied Jr and the MULE into the depths. It had, after becoming separated from them almost immediately, apparently encountered trouble that had cost it an arm and, if it’s zombie-like state was anything to judge by, something more fundamental while wandering the murky depths.

Kamek and Jr were not in on the suit's whole situation, but even they winced as the monster found the machine and proceeded to mash it to splinters. As mockingbird’s short life came to a swift and tragic end, Jr followed Nadia’s lead and raced towards the exit as fast as his tired legs could carry him. Rather than watch the rest of the machine’s brutalizing, Kamek looked up and worried about what was taking Bowser and Rika so long to catch up with them. What, he wondered, was keeping them when many of the others had already made their way down into the depths.




The two members of the troop who would have cared about Mockingbird’s fate were, at that time, trying to use their two collective brain-cells worth of mechanical knowledge to operate the metal printer located in the machine room rather than doing anything that could be described as immediately useful towards the goal of escaping. With hunger gnawing at their bones the pair were all too aware of the amount of time they were potentially wasting on this, but Bowser was insistent that this needed done.

“Are you sure this is worth the time?” Rika asked again as she watched the king dump all of the scrap he’d carried up into what they were both assuming was some kind of input port/hatch.

”Where there’s a key. There's a lock. Only an idiot would build a dungeon, and then put a puzzle in it to make a key, and then not put a lock that needs opening in it? That would be so pointless! So it's just obvious that we’re gonna need this key to get out,” Bowser said, pressing a hand down on top of the scrap pile and trying to shove/jam it all, before suddenly pulling his hand back and shaking it ”gah. sharp”

“I mean. Maybe it’s a distraction? Like the lady or Galeem just put this here to make us waste time? Make us put up with this stomach pain for longer,” she suggested almost conversationally while picking up and shoving the scissor cast (they’d decided to use it first as a test in case anything went wrong) into a slot that seemed built to accept them.

”What no! That. No one’s that evil… just let's get this done!” he insisted, pulling a crank and bashing some buttons on the machine until it started making an encouraging amount of noise. As the two backed away, fire roared, gears grinded, metal bubbled and smoke bellowed. Then a piston lowered a lid down onto the cast, held there for a moment, and then with a hiss pulled back to reveal half of a pair of scissors made from refined metal, steam wafting off of it as it cooled.

”Haha!” Bowser cheered, moving to pick it up and then pulling the blade free and giving it a spin round his claw with zero consideration for or pain from the burning temperature of the metal.

“Huh. Well that wasn't too hard” Rika noted, prompting Bowser to nod and agree, ”Yeah! Even an idiot could use this thing!” which was probably for the best all things considered. In short order they’d also printed out the key (also out of refined metal), at which point they found out that they’d somehow used all the scrap to print the two tiny objects, and weren’t going to be able to complete the scissor set as a result. They weren’t too upset about that fact however.

“I guess someone can use it as a knife?” Rika suggested as she tucked both key and scissor into a small pocket on her ripped dress that she’d just assumed it would have, unaware that she was rather lucky that it had any pockets at all.

”Something like that” Bowser said as he collected his hammer head and prepped to go ”What matters is the key”

Rika nodded and moved to follow him, only to pause as her eyes fell on the porcelain doll that had been among Moreau‘s things.

A few moments later the pair started hopping their way down the remaining platforms, moving towards the entrance, Bowser carrying the oversized hammer head under one arm while Rika did the same with the doll.

”There you are. What took you so long?” came a call up from Kamek who, despite having given up on talking to the fish a little while ago, was only a bit of the way further down from their entrance to the room and, as a result, had quite the ways left to go till he reached the elevator.

”Been printing the key. What have you been doing, you’ve barely gotten anywhere!” Bowser shouted back

The once and (hopefully) future sorcerer frowned and then pointed over the sea of platforms hanging over the first floor to where Jr was racing towards the entrance with Nadia, while the human (or at least human ish in some cases) men of the party had grouped up to make plans regarding what they were doing about the fish in the pit.

”Oh. Hey nice one”

”Oh thank you sire” Kamek called back, rather dismissively, before he kept on slowly moving his way towards the exit.

“Is he mad at you?” Rika asked as she and Bowser continued their hopping towards the entrance.

”...Yeah” Bowser admitted.

“Oh. That’s not good.” Rika replied simply before taking another hop towards the entrance.

”No. It's not...” Bowser agreed. He was quiet for a moment and then called back down to Kamek ”Hey. Kamek. I’m. uh. I shouldn’t… you got any smart ideas about how to deal with fish breath down there?”

The koopa had gave a snort of a laugh to himself about Bowser’s solution to his inability to actually apologies in a straightforward way. Indirect praise and fuel for his ego was likely the best he was going to get out of the king, at least in the short term. It would have to do for now. There were more pressing issues to deal with at the moment after all, such as the aforementioned fishy foe.

”As matter of fact I do!” he called back, before pointing back up to the platform the pair were approaching ”There’s a canister filled with black gunk back in the entrance. Get it!”

”Gah, do I have to carry more… I mean. On it!” Bowser grumbled and then called back down. In a few short moments the duo were back at the entrance. As Rika peaked down to make a better plan at how they were going to continue downwards, Bowser poked his head into the room with the boxes and the vent, and was met by two squeals as Tyrant and BB got spooked and broke away from where they’d been sitting and staring at the pulsing thing the black sludge had made. They bolted for the cover of the boxes, only to pause when they realized it was Bowser and then to come trotting over to him.

”Oh. Right. You two ba-” Bowser paused before accidentally calling the pair ‘bacon bits.’ Describing minions as food was a mistake he wanted to make twice, even if they wouldn't understand him, and so he quickly adjusted the word to ”-Boys.”

The king stepped into the room and then commanded the pair to ”Alright, shoo, get out there, ” trying to usher the two of them out to Rika while looking around, cringing when he saw the eyeball thing and then, finally, spotting the tank Kamek had mentioned.

A few moments later the pair of Baby Behemoths darted out of the room, followed a moment later by the saw blade cast, which sailed over the edge and plummeted down into the pit along with horrid eyeball laden passenger, and then finally they were all followed by Bowser who was hauling the hammerhead under one arm and the tank of black goop under the other. If he hadn't already had his hands full he’d have grabbed the blue magnet half which was also in there, but as it was, if it was going to leave the area with them it’d be up to one of the ladies to pick it up.

He gave a heavy sigh and, after a moment of watching Rika try and herd the two piglet sized monsters down the broken stairs after Kamek, moved to the edge and called down to him ”got it! Now what?” only to get a beckoning come here gesture from his royal advisor.

”Right right. Ok let’s get going” He told Rika

“Sure” Rika agreed, before shifting to one side to block a retreating pig and telling it “No no. Down. Go down. Yes I know it's towards the big monster but we’re going round him I promise!”

”Yeah move it piggies!” Bowser commanded with a stomp of his foot. Bowser’s added assertion did the trick, and soon enough the pair were herding the horned swine down towards Kamek and, beyond him, the exit.

The koopa himself was steadily making his way around towards the exit, using a narrow sheet of metal to make small bridges across gaps that the others had simply jumped across. In doing so he neared the gang of children currently dreaming up crazy schemes and, once close enough that he didn't need to shout, offered them this ”I didn’t catch exactly what your plan is, but if you need a distraction, his majesty is currently bringing one in a can. I can't imagine having that black goop molding itself on your body feels very good.”
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