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@cheerstoyourmustaches
"Ahahaha- stop! That is horrid. Minus eight respect points, Greenie."
" Hehehe, I did it-- I got-a ya to laughy! That means Weegie wins! Do ya wanna hear another one? I got some more! "
"Dastardly, fiend! I should not want to die from laughter, but it seems you are determined. If you MUST postulate upon your absurdly amusing quips, I suppose I can serve as your test audience. But a warning! I am ever the harsh critic ~ "
The Mario series is still number one in my heart. As is Luigi. I love him. The little green dude is Prince Peasley my fav obscure Mario RPG dude. For anyone who actually knows the RPGs, they’re in Mushrise Park and Wakeport because I at one point was writing a fic set there.
^ Would you laugh at his silly joke?
"Ahahaha- stop! That is horrid. Minus eight respect points, Greenie."
this incredibly dazzling man is none other than prince peasley!
@koopzilla cont.
The milk is soured by the heat. He'd file a formal complaint if the odd curse in him wasn't ravenous and enjoying a bit of minerals from the dirt mixed in to each vicious first gulps. Once it realizes the spilled milk isn't going anywhere except on a journey to quick evaporation, he slows down and shakes the dirt from his maw before opting for the daintier approach of lapping with the wide and short tongue in his maw.
A few distracted snorts and shakes of his head are his response to the feeling of a wing being stretched, though at full length he slaps it around, hitting the Koopa's paw a few times before tucking it back flat to his back. Once he'd had his fill of the muddy milk, he lifts his broad head with driblets still falling from his jaws and licks his lips despite himself. How utterly demoralizing! Being a beast was not a fate he'd wish even on his original curse makers.
"...roa rohoho...[I'm...filthy!]" He laments with a low rumble in his chest, reptilian eyes sliding over to where Bowser had suddenly produced...was that-...a leg of lamb? And raw at that! Nose crinkling, he took a few steps back in disgust. Was the Koopa's self appointed king really trying to offer him sushi-style beef!? How vile! How utterly and completely dedicated to causing one the trichinosis!
But it wasn't so vile to the beast's stomach and sense of smell, because once he caught a whiff, his tiny bat-like wings opened and fluttered momentarily enamored. Wait, no-....don't you even dare! He scolded himself to no avail because he's stomping forward with a long balancing tail lashing excitedly behind him. "Roa- ah...aho. [Oh gods, please no-]" A wriggle later, he's leapt forward at the teased meat, jaws snapping at air several hundred times a second in earnest to catch even a sliver of the offering.
@timid-plumber cont.
No time for finding imaginary swords! He wanted his green friend's monster slaying power to be applied effective immediately! "Roahroah hoho! [Attack me!]" He snarls, not giving any thought to how his beastly form looked while allowing it to take root and blast fiery demands into the sky. The small wings at his side flared and flapped furiously, though they would never be able to carry the brunt of the weight beneath them.
When a blow with any degree of monster vanquishing didn't immediately follow, Peasley takes it upon himself to...make himself more available for the act; namely: jumping the confused plumber and knocking him back to the ground. Standing over his monster slayer for hire, he proceeds to pap his chest a few times with an impatient claw all whilst glancing down expectantly at his unenthused executioner.
"Roa roaahhhh... ah- ro ro...aroa hoho. [Just find a sword and ram it in, already. I tire of these games! And this form...how ghastly.]" An expression like a pout crosses the dragon's features, and he soon realizes the lunging such a hefty weight around and fire belching leaves him quite tuckered, enough to slump down and become a dragon loaf atop Luigi with most of his weight balanced on either side of the pinned plumber and his tail swishing agitated behind him.
"Rrrrrfffffffffff..." He half hisses, half swallowed bellows. [Oh, it's no use...you can't understand me, can you?]
@celestialcomedy
Ah, ok Jester gets it. Nodding a couple times, clasping his hands together.
" Is murder on the table? Or can I put that as an option? "
"Oh, perish the thought, sir Jester! Neither you nor I are beneath such underhanded tactics." Why no, he doesn't quite know who he's talking to to make that determination. No wonder those two had tricked him initially-
@timid-plumber cont.
Luigi looked down at the dirt, studying the image that Peasley had drawn there. It was him with a sword, and he was stabbing his friend with it. Given the crude nature of the artwork, it looked like a fun game of make believe, not so much a serious request. That was how Luigi interpreted the image. "Oh! Do you want to play dragons and knights?" Luigi asked. "That could be fun, even if we'll look silly."
He was missing the point more now than he'd done before. He looked up at Peasley, naively expecting that he was on the right track.
Having jumped back from the drawing on his haunches and spread his arms wide (likely for the sword to pierce through easily!) he waits...eyes closed, snout high...for a blow that never comes!
The other's words stir him, and he squints down one eyed at the clueless plumber, teeth flashing as he growls in the upmost disappointment. "RO RO HO HO GAHO!" [NO I DO NOT WANT TO PLAY DRAGONS AND KNIGHTS! I WANT TO BE A KNIGHT-! AGAIN.] He bellows towards the sky, stomping his claws to the ground until it shakes. The feeling has him drop to his stomach and yank his head back to bellow louder, though at this point its a cry laden with big sloppy tears.
"Rrrrro-! Rrrrro- ho ho ro goo gwaaaa...!" [I just want you to slay me so that I can go back to normaaaaal!]
Well...if Luigi wasn't wise to his language, then he would just have to force his hand! After a few tears had fallen, he jumps to his feet and snarls, digging one claw into the ground and scrape-scrape-scraping it it back towards him like a bull might before a charge. "Roa roho ho, roAH!" [LET'S GO!] With a rump wiggle and a tail lash, he lunges!
@simiansmoke:
//...it's just second puberty dont b alarmed-
" There's a second puberty?! "
"...yes, it's called 'Fawful'. And the third is called 'Cackletta'-"
@celestialcomedy
There's a shrug from Jester. Plenty of times that he had to lower himself, wither that be from his height or something to do with ranks. All it takes to get him to cut the distance short is grab his attention. " Hm hm " Hum of agreement and nod. Ears twitching every so often as his tail helps him balance behind him. Curiosity keeping him there looking at Peasley waiting. " Oh! That's a pretty bundle, thank you " Where and how to pin? Its going to fall off some how if its on Jester. Dramatic actions and moving about in preforming will end up shaking the boutonniere a lot.
"Why, thank you! It's a blend of the heart of Beanbean kingdom's royal garden ~ " He admits, beaming at the performer. It's always a nice touch to gift the performers lavishly, he would say! It makes them much more eager to return for other events.
Blinking to attention, Peasley eyes the fellow's face shortly before his gaze drifts lower to... any semblance of a collar or open spot of clothing. "Would you like me to adjust it? I know not how you would prefer it upon your looming presence, so please do elaborate ~"
@timid-plumber
Well, if he hadn't been certain that this dragon was Peasley before, he certainly was now. Luigi watched as the green dragon sat up all prim and proper on his hind legs, and tried to clear his throat. Of course, doing that failed to give him a means of speaking with actual words. He still spoke in varying tones of roaring. Luigi tilted his head. Right after doing so, it seemed to hit Peasley that his speech was completely lost on everyone but himself. He switched to miming out what he was trying to say, and Luigi did his best to follow what he meant. "You... Me... Hit you?" No, that couldn't be right. "You, me... smack whoever turned you into a dragon again?"
"Oh! Maybe you can spell out what you mean in the dirt with your claws if I'm not even close!"
How very frustrating it all was-...he not only lacked his sparkling golden mane, but also the fair splendor of his royal voice! If there was ever a curse to torment him, this was it. But he is so very lucky to have one who knows of it in earnest and more or less knows how to break it-...at least, that's what he's led himself to believe full heartedly.
As Luigi ponders his game of charades, a hint of hope flashes across a reptilian stare as his company gets...well, the minor gist of his request! Or at least he starts to- curses to second guessing oneself!
Slapping a clawed palm against his forehead in frustration, he peeks out around the jagged curls of his fingertips and growls. "Roro roa! Ro ho-ho, draga draga... [Oh, you've got to be kidding me, Greenie...this is unreal for certain!]"
Still, he's not one to not take some friendly advice, so after a sharp huff that lights the air partially on fire for a spark or two, he takes a claw like a pen tip and drags it around in the dirt. By the time he's done, he's crudely drew a picture of Luigi stabbing him (as a dragon) under the arm with a wooden sword. "ROA-roa ho ho!" He demands, papping his chest in exasperation. [You must slay me, sir!]
"Worms..."
The green dragon that falls out of the sky onto the plumber - practically pinning him like a youthful great dane, gives not a vicious roar, but a series of barks directly in the other's face that - while very gruff and almost unintelligible, seem to hold some vague degree of clarity to each heaved breath.
"Rohhhh...horo, hororo! [Greenie, is that you? I require your assistance!]"
It wasn't every day that a giant dragon flew across the sky, much less fell out of it and trapped you in place. A moment of panic set in; Luigi's heart hammered in his chest as he feared death.
But the dragon looked awfully familiar, and as it tried to make intelligible noises with its maw, it hit Luigi why. It was a stout, fat, green dragon with a goatee and little orange horns. Dragohoho.
"Please get off of me," he said. "What are you trying to tell me? Besides that you're a dragon again, Peasley?"
Being a dragon was a terrible bore. He couldn't even reach up with those stubby legs to swat his luscious, golden mane around! He didn't even have a golden mane! Such a dastardly plot by an enemy unknown...so it's with great excitement that he happens upon one of the two that freed him from the curse in the first place! Surely a snap of the fingers and he would be back to normal.
Frowning as much as a dragon could at the other's response, Peasley rocks up onto his hind legs as best as he can, which is a fairly comfortably position given how much his arms resemble a T-rex's in length. With tail swishing expectantly behind him, he raises one balled claw to his jaw and coughs a few times as if clearing his throat - accompanied by a pop or two against his chest to really clear things up.
Finally, a deep breath allows him to address the other - formally of course. "Roa-roa, roh roh ho ro ROAWRAH RARA ROH! [I have no idea! But perhaps you could break the curse as you did last time-]" Realizing his words might not carry in such a gruff display of growling, he follows up with a bit of sign language. Pointing at Luigi, he then points at himself...and then with an open palm, he slams a clawed fist into it with a resounding slap. Hopefully that translates to what he thinks he meant by it-
@simiansmoke
Peasley would pat your head, but he's short. He pats your calf instead.
Noting where Peasley is, Jesters quick to sit down. Legs folded and looking at him very much hoping for head pat. Sadly, he does not have sparkles. BUT! He is radiating the ' pat head? Yes??? '
It was mostly just a tap to get the tall fellow's attention since he's sadly flightless while his steed is at the recovery spa. He doesn't expect it to turn into a gust of wind that threatens to knock him back a step or two from the generated wind of a giant settling onto its haunches.
"Oh! You're awfully quick to lower yourself to one's level." Peasley muses, rocking back and forth from his heels to his toes until he notices the fellow's hovering and expectant head-tilt. "Oh, right - I called you down, didn't I?"
The prince pauses before pulling out a yellow rose bud fashioned together with a pin and a few pale hypericum berries still on the stems. "I've brought this for you! It's your boutonniere for the ball."
"I decree that casual Fridays are back on the wardrobe's menu!"
Argumentative Sentences, Vol. 1
(Sentences from various sources for sparking up an argument between muses. Adjust phrasing where needed)
“I wish that you knew when to shut up.”
“What the bloody hell was all that about?”
“Who the hell do you think you are, interrogating me like this?”
“Your denial screams of guilt.”
“I’m not covering for you. If this gets out, you’re on your own.”
“Do you think you could survive for just a few minutes without showing off?”
“What the hell are you doing here?”
“I haven’t done any of the things you are accusing me of!”
“I’m not asking how you did it - I’m asking how could you?”
“I don’t mind you going, I mind you leaving me behind!”
“Do you have any idea what you’ve done?”
“Have you got no shame?”
“I didn’t want to do it, but I didn’t have a choice!”
“You want me to live by your rules but you can’t even live by them yourself!”
“Why can’t you just be normal for once?”
“Normal? You are not normal! This is not normal!”
“Are you trying to be impertinent?”
“Why are you always like this?”
“Nobody asked you to sacrifice yourself.”
“Oh, you meant spectacularly ignorant in a nice way?”
“Why do you want to piss on life before you’ve even lived it?”
“You ruin the life of everyone you’re close to!”
“You really are a pain in the arse, aren’t you?”
“Are you trying to annoy me?”
“You’ve wanted rid of me since this whole thing started!”
“Me? There’s nothing wrong with me!”
“Don’t make me order you.”
“Stop being such a drama queen!”
“You are starting to drive me nuts, you know that?”
“What the hell are you doing!?”
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