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@forshovelry
“ If anyone is interested, I’ve years worth of experience braiding hair. I’d be more than happy to help anyone decorate themselves with flowers, if needed be! ”
Nervously tapping his fingers together in contemplation, Shovel tugs on Siegmeyer’s armor to get the older knight’s attention. ♠
[[Drops in after 87 years hey there who wants a flower festival starter with this noot? Give this post a like. We’ll cap it at 3 likes for now but I’ll likely throw another one of these out here further in.]]
“ No, No, No! Don’t do this! Help! Help! Crazy lady-" Man, you mean? "-With the shovel!”
❝Do you want me to remove that sign that’s been stuck to the back of your cloak or not!❞ He snaps, not really giving a heck about what he’s referred to as. Ser works perfectly fine. He continues to march toward Plague. ❝Be still!❞
“ No, No, No! Don’t do this! Help! Help! Crazy knight with the shovel!! ”
WHAPWHAPWHAPWHAPWHAPAny bit of unarmored skin Shovel can reach with the flat of the plastic toy gets a thorough slapping. He doesn’t know if King Knight had touched his butt on purpose or not. Hardly matters! He would pay the price!
“Sorry, it looks like you’re involved.”
They don’t sound sorry at all. Not in the least. ❝Never you mind. I would have involved myself in any case.❞ He huffs over the jeers of the the brutes now surrounding the two of them. And him with only a plastic shovel for a weapon. ❝Are you armed?❞ ♠
forshovelry:
It’s Specter Knight all right. Calling out to them when it very well could have been any other red robed litch would be most embarrassing if he was mistaken. ❝ Um… err… ❞ He stammers, clutching the toy to him like a shy child. He didn’t know why he expected it to be less embarrassing to gentle prod them. Their being subdued over it only made him feel worse. ❝ You’ll have to forgive me. I… could not help but be curious what state those sordid scientists have left you in. ❞ He says, straightening his stance again. Clearly, Specter can’t be having a grand time. He’s usually has a remarkable flare for dramatics! ♠
Specter Knight held their former enemy’s gaze for some time, silently weighing their options. Admittedly, it was surprising to see an equally-subdued reaction on Shovel Knight’s part; Specter just assumed that they would have been forced into a game of cat-and-mouse by proxy.
“A dead state,” they finally drawled, folding their miasmatic arms across their chest. Their words carried all of the makings of a joke, but there was not a scrap of joy or lightheartedness to be had. Clearly playfulness was not their intention– only dry, bored honesty. “Policing these infernal streets, are you?”
❝ My watch has no boarders, Specter Knight. If this is where we are trapped, then I shall protect the citizens here as best I can. ❞ He confirms, hands at his hips since his signature blade is in the villainous clutches! “And you?” He asks in a much less knightly manner, almost conversationally. He’s fought Specter twice already. A litch though he may be, it seems as though he’s behaving himself and he would rather not fight him a third time. If this city could be his chance to start anew, Shovel will give him one last chance!
❝ Are you finding your place in the city? In my short time here I’ve noticed a great many undead such as yourself! ❞
thatsaspicytaako
“Did–Did you say Shovel Knight? Listen, pumpkin, I remember being your age and loving the hell out of those kinds of stories, but are you sure it’s safe to run around wielding a shovel? Don’t knights usually have, uh–umm… Swords and stuff like that? ”
His helmet snaps back to stare up at Taako for a deliberately long silence. Laughing while there’s person in need unconscious on the ground is unacceptable. What’s more is the condescending nature a he’s talking to the champion with. Talking to him like a child!? Why!?
Is it...?
Is it because he’s small!?
❝ Continue this prodding and you will know first hand how proficient one can become with a blade of the earth. ❞ He says with his chin held high, hands on his hips. ❝ I don’t trust you to stay here with this victim nor go to the police. Come with me to find a telephone or I shall be more suspicious! ❞ ♠
A scrapped storyboard sequence for Shovel Knight vs. Reize (a guest boss who appears in the game). The project went in a different direction so this won’t be getting animated. Part of me secretly wishes I could make it happen anyway.
@forshovelry liked for a starter!
Now Magnus has seen some cool armor, especially in Fantasy Costco, but this took the cake. The armored out person, whatever they were, was decked out in a steely blue armor with, what Magnus thought was, the biggest set of horns he’d every seen. Even during the race there weren’t people with big ol’ horns on their masks, which was kind of a tragedy now that Magnus thought about it. They were missing out on this. The fighter wasted no time in talking to the stranger.
“Hey man– gal, whatever. I like your armor, where’d you get it? Especially the helmet.” Specifically the helmet.
❝ Ser will do! It applies to all. Shovel Knight, at your service ❞ He belts out with pride from the inky shroud obscuring his face. Severe as his posture is, he puffs out his chest a tad more to be sure it catches the light. ❝ My armor is a gift from the earth itself! Bestowed upon me on the proud day I was knighted a champion of all its children. ❞ Pride isn’t a trait he’s known for, but he loves any excuse to talk about dirt. ❝ And you, ser? Such striking sideburns! How shall I address you? ❞ ♠
@forshovelry
“Oh wow, there is surly lot of different people around here. Nothing like back at Central.” As he spoke out loud, clearly not noticing anyone near him.
❝ I have to agree! Quite the melting pot. ❞ Pipes up a voice from below. Far below though nevertheless gleaming in the sunlight.
Mayhaps it was forward of him to comment but he has not found many knights to befriend in this big city! ♠
forshovelry:
And he thought King Knight was one for dramatics. The little knight that could stares at what remains of his hard earn sandbox toy in wonder if eating the top half had really been worth it to Treasure Knight. It mattered not. He couldn’t let him walk away. As outmatched as he knows he is, he has an oath to uphold and this would not stand. Literally, in this case. Shovel Knight slides next to the lumbering beast and sticks the plastic handle in front of Treasure Knight’s foot in the hopes that that coupled with his incredible strength could trip him. ♠
Treasure Knight thoughtfully crunches the plastic between his teeth as he makes his retreat, unaware of the cerulean champion silently sliding up beside him. The tripping hazard causes him to stumble but not quite fall. Spitting the remains of the toy shovel on the ground between them, he bares teeth in a sour expression.
“YOUR PERSISTENCE IS ADMIRABLE… YET FRUSTRATING.” A giant hand reaches out and closes over Shovel Knight’s helmet before he pushes the comparatively tiny figure away. “DO YOU REALLY THINK I INTEND TO CAUSE A RUCKUS? AT LEAST SPARE ME THE CHANCE TO GET MY BEARINGS BEFORE YOU ACCUSE ME OF VILLAINY. NOW, BEGONE WITH YOU.”
❝ Accuse!? Shifting realms does not free you of your former crimes, you pinheaded pirate! ❞ He snaps and grips onto the Treasure Knight’s arm, scaling up it with haste. If he can get to the brute’s back then he may have a chance! ♠
Reunion
@forshovelry
To say he wasn’t surprised to be back here was an understatement. His memory is failing, sure, but what man couldn’t forget the months spent in this realm? The city buildings and street were fuzzy, but he remembers his first steps here. He remembers the feeling of nausea and disdain toward the sky-high buildings. He remembers the sector filled with flowers, one of his favorite places.
He remembers those long horns connecting to a small, blue-armored body.
Lips parted, a moment of silence overwhelming him as he could only feel the mixture of emotions waver through him. Was he to be jolly in this moment? Or fearful that Shovel Knight had potentially suffered the same fate as himself during his absence.
To say he was quiet about approaching was an understatement. Siegmeyer’s voice carries out in a pride-filled roar, echoing across the buildings he’d grown grey-feelings towards. The clunking armor, the jolly-filled laughs, the open arms–all of it shot towards the small, shovel-wielding knight’s way.
“ SHOVEL KNIGHT!!! ”
By all the corruption in the streets it’s a shock that there is a city guard at all in Hive! Everyday is spent charging after thieves, banging up violent brutes, twisting arms for information on the No Quarter (err formally?) cronies. Never ending. Ever present. Looming. Utterly and thoroughly exhausting for the shoveled knight. He’d never let on as much! He must remain a beacon after all but it tests him the longer he remains on the streets.
That is why he sits in the mud of the sixth sector among a circle of rocks. All is still, save for the whisper of the wind in the grass. This is one of the reasons he remains a wandering knight. It dampens the spirit to find the thugs you’d put away in town were replaced by yet more the very next day. A sense of accomplishment keeps the soul well nourished, as does unfamiliar dirt. He may not be able to hear the songs of the earth in this accursed cage, but he can still smell! This mud smells nothing like the mug in the heart of the forest and he likes the smooth texture of it better.
Peace shattered by a tough sounding voice hollering his name propels him into the air, ready for battle! With his yet again broken plastic blade. But wait! An onion knight is stomping toward him! He knows an onion knight all too well!
“DAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!”
Light foot work and much lifted spirits sprint him across the field with haste he hasn’t had in months. How long had it been since they’d seen one another. His heart had been sick with worry that his father’s ailment had finally overcome him. Only when he leaps into the air to be caught by the fellow knight will he find if this onion is corporal and not a cruel illusion. Or worse! A phantom!
@forshovelry
This city was a foul one, familiar in a dream-like sense and foreign in every other. The smog was pungent, the noise unbearable, the technology alien– Specter Knight stuck out like a sore thumb on these modern streets, their scarlet cloak billowing at each passing car. Car… yes. They remembered that one from the last time.
It went without saying that they were not pleased to be back in the Hive. Crooked claws tightened around the wooden staff inexplicably in their grasp, a crude imitation of the scythe they treasured so dearly. They were content to stand there, lost in dull rumination and taking in the sights– that is, until a gentle CLUNK against their armored back jolted them from their daze.
Specter Knight let out a deep sigh before they had even completely turned around; the flash of distinct blue armor was all they needed to fill in the gaps. It seemed fate had some games to play with them today to sweep Shovel Knight across their path. Had they just been prod with that little toy in his hands…?
“…” They held Shovel Knight’s gaze for some time, silently, before finally grumbling, “Do watch where you’re going.”
It’s Specter Knight all right. Calling out to them when it very well could have been any other red robed litch would be most embarrassing if he was mistaken. ❝ Um... err... ❞ He stammers, clutching the toy to him like a shy child. He didn’t know why he expected it to be less embarrassing to gentle prod them. Their being subdued over it only made him feel worse. ❝ You’ll have to forgive me. I... could not help but be curious what state those sordid scientists have left you in. ❞ He says, straightening his stance again. Clearly, Specter can’t be having a grand time. He’s usually has a remarkable flare for dramatics! ♠
ironwhales:
He does not need hands to disarm the minuscule menace of his makeshift weapon. He lunges forwards without another word and seizes the plastic shovel between his jaws, yanking Shovel Knight like a fish on a line with a jerk of his head. Teeth split the plastic handle in one powerful bite and slice the toy clean in half.
“WE ARE DONE HERE. TO EXPEND FURTHER ENERGY UPON YOU WOULD BE A WASTE.” Smugness radiates from the cetacean in waves. He pushes himself back to his feet and turns away, laboriously slow without his former strength to shift a near ton of armored diving suit. “YOU HAVE NO AUTHORITY IN THESE LANDS, SHOVEL KNIGHT. YOU HAVE NO AUTHORITY OVER ME.”
And he thought King Knight was one for dramatics. The little knight that could stares at what remains of his hard earn sandbox toy in wonder if eating the top half had really been worth it to Treasure Knight. It mattered not. He couldn’t let him walk away. As outmatched as he knows he is, he has an oath to uphold and this would not stand. Literally, in this case. Shovel Knight slides next to the lumbering beast and sticks the plastic handle in front of Treasure Knight’s foot in the hopes that that coupled with his incredible strength could trip him. ♠
I know you are Citta affiliated but do you RP with those who aren't?
[[That I do! We’ll just need to have it take place in a separate universe, which isn’t an issue with Shovel Knight canon ability to step into other universes whenever. Just @ me on a starter or come talk to me about what you’d like to do~]]
❝ Treasure Knight, I am willing to give you a second chance in our new surroundings. Step one two out of line and I shall demonstrate for a third time how swift justice can be served. ❞ ♠ @ironwhales
Hearing that familiar voice call out to him is only tinder to the growing flame. He leans down as a laugh echoes forth from the depths of his chest, every rasping note displaying more and more of his sharp white teeth. He doesn’t remember removing his helmet. Not that it matters. Nothing matters now he has a certain tiny blue hero in his sights.
“SHOVEL KNIGHT. YOU BELIEVE YOU HAVE THE RIGHT TO COMMAND ME LIKE SOME DOMESTICATED HOUND?” The laughter fades all too quickly, and his remaining hand tightens into a fist. His blunt muzzle is inches away from Shovel Knight’s helmet. “ON WHAT PLATTER DO YOU PLAN TO SERVE JUSTICE? THAT PATHETIC CHILD’S TOY? DEFEATING YOU LIKE THIS WOULD BE ALL TOO EASY.”
Size nor teeth intimidated Shovel Knight. Hidden inside the shroud of his helmet hides that, yes, the cerulean champion is jarred by such a loud voice. No matter! If there are citizens to protect then he will do all he can to stand in this fiend’s way. Ignoring the insults, he points his plastic replica up at Treasure Knight’s snout. ❝ Enough! Clearly nothing has been learned from my defeating you time and again. We will see what the local authorities have to teach you. Now, come quietly or you shall taste soil! ❞ ♠
