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(( Ask/RP blog for Cackletta from Mario & Luigi: Superstar Saga! ))
(( It is done, I will now be located here, difference being that it will now be a main blog! I will still be moving drafts onto that blog but yeah! ))
(( Also do not worry, this blog will not be deleted, a lot of this stuff will still be up to read through! ))
(( Ask/RP blog for Cackletta from Mario & Luigi: Superstar Saga! ))
(( It is done, I will now be located here, difference being that it will now be a main blog! I will still be moving drafts onto that blog but yeah! ))
(( Also do not worry, this blog will not be deleted, a lot of this stuff will still be up to read through! ))
(( Still thinkin to myself. A part of me still wonders if I should turn this blog into a main one, because Beans is my main focus, and being a main blog means I can just follow people and keep my RP dash clean. I will still use the same URL, don’t worry about changing tags and the like, but as I said, me thinkin. The thing is like, as much as I have A LOT of muses and characters I wanna RP, I am not giving them the time of day, as they do have very little followers and I am very anxious about approaching people. ))
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hislordshipfawful:
Fawful, thanks to the light, was very pleased with his suspicions confirmed. While he himself did not look very much like a typical Fawful, he hoped his attire was enough to at least get it across with the light now in place. He had to repress a flinch as the Dark Star fragment did not seem to respond well to the arrival of light in the cave.
“I am not having surprise with your ability. Your identity makes itself very clear to me.” He mused, partly to Cackletta, mostly to himself, as he examined both the young witch and the surrounding area.
Cackletta glanced up and down Fawful’s appearance, still skeptical at the thought of him being even an alternate version of someone who’s visage was engraved in her memory, considering Fawful was the first individual she had ever befriended, nay, the first person she met.
But he understood magic, had the occasional grasp of Engrish, and could put two and two together with her identity. Unfortunately. She felt a twitch on her head, noticing that her horns were exposed, all the more proof on who she was, even if she tried to hide it for a bit of fun.
She scowled at him, her sharp teeth quite visible. Even at a young age, her teeth were still very pointed, no wonder they would turn into the monstrous razors they were in her adult years.
“What? You haven’t met other tiny people who just happen to shoot fire and lightning out of their hands? And let me guess, horns are an abnormality so that just gives away that I might just be someone you recognize?”
The small witch sighed, not happy that she couldn’t mess with him for at least a bit. “But yes, I am the one that will be called Cackletta. I didn’t have a name, but that other Fawful referred to me as that, so I went with that. Having some sort of thing to associate myself with is nice, you know? Damn, though, are you not fazed? You are basically seeing the greatest witch, that happens to have a personal connection with you Fawfuls, as an isolated sprout!”
Reblog if I'm allowed to send you in character asks even if we have never talked before.
hislordshipfawful:
Fawful sighed, looking at her in what he thought was a good imitation of what he thought his boss’ ‘scolding expression’ was, even if he couldn’t remember it.
“I did not have the saying she is possessing childishness, but you are. I don’t have the questioning of you having knowledge of a Fawful because we have been known to get ourselves into mishaps of the temporal variety,” Oh god, so many regrets,“But the fact you had knowledge of Cackletta was what had my interest. You must have the calming down before you are injuring yourself.”
He wasn’t wrong. he knew what unstable magic could do, considering incidents prior, but he wouldn’t let himself get swallowed up by those thoughts.
The younger Cackletta halted for a moment. She didn’t really know how to perceive such an expression that he had across his face, one of sternness, since she never had an authority figure in her life. She titled her head, resulting in her hood to droop from her head, her horns now sticking up, slightly shorter than they were when she was an adult.
“Alright, fair. You got a very fair point, but I guess I shouldn’t suspect any less out of the person who just randomly found themselves in my cave. No one even knows where the heck I am, I don’t even know. But I digress.”
She looked at her hand, noticing how it twitched and spark with her the elements she had a natural affinity for, growling to herself. He was right, she could end up injuring herself, she knew he was right, she did end up electrocuting herself with the other Fawful.
Trying to get a hold of her power, she flung her hand to the side, blasting a fireball in a random direction. Due to it’s intensity, it kept ablaze even when settling itself against one of the stone walls, giving some light to the cave, all for the convenience of the only Bean with a lack of nightvision.
hislordshipfawful:
Fawful found himself smirking at her frustration, despite the fire. Everything about her felt so… Natural to be around. He wasn’t going to let himself get cocky now, however. He didn’t have a death sentence quite yet.
“Well, the fact you had the knowing of her name, despite being isolated in a cave is one of those factors. Not to have mentioning of your behavior had the reminding me of her. Your swearing is also giving me such confirmation.”
“So what if I know her name?!” The small witch yelled, sounding very defensive. She was very alarmed by his statement, because he definitely saw through all possibilities of her identity immediately, understanding who she was because of something so obvious - that she shouldn’t know anything about the outside world.
“You don’t question the fact that I know a Fawful, but the moment I know someone tied to him, then clearly something is up? Your priorities are skewered! And are you calling Cackletta childish for stating that my behaviour is similar to hers when I am but a youngster!?”
Her fussiness wasn’t really doing her any favours, even more so with how her emotions caused her magical energy to become unstable and really easy to sense, she was clearly very powerful but didn’t really have much control over that power.
it is canon - even when about to get the mario bros destroyed by a monarch that she herself aggravated, Cackletta’s being a sassy bitch I love her
“The strongest argument I’ve ever seen for the existence of destiny.”
hislordshipfawful:
Fawful smiled bitterly at that question, feeling both the sense of pride from his conversation with a Cackletta different from the one he grew up with, and a sense of loss from when his own Cackletta had passed. Now the question cemented who she was in his mind; she had to be a younger Cackletta, or at least someone who knew her. Now wasn’t the time for such bitter emotional conflict though, he had a question to answer.
“Yes, I do have the knowing of her. I know her very well, though… what type of answer you want would vary on if you want to know of fate. I have a question of my own, now; you are being her younger self, are you not?”
“So you also know her! I rather not hear the details, it’s irrelevant in this place of darkness, somewhere locked away from everything else.” She spoke, making an excuse for her not wanting to know of her possible fate. She already heard enough mentions, when the other Fawful mentioned that some bad men would hurt her, she would possibly not survive, and it brought on a terrible feeling through her body. The fear that all that waited for her outside was doom made her feel heavy, all noises blending into one internal screech.
Her red eyes soon widened, hearing him ask immediately if she was a younger Cackletta. “... What the fuck gave you that idea already!?” She exclaimed, throwing her arms down in frustration, a brief flash of fire passing through her finger tips.
hislordshipfawful:
Damn, she hit the nail on the head with the last one. He still blamed the Dark Star, but she was right with that. If they were isolated, then he guessed it wasn’t so bad.
“That last theory is actually being correct. I am being from the future, and it was being… mostly an accident. I did not have intention to have arrival here.” He shifted his posture to a more relaxed one, as his stiffer posture was actually starting to cause both his back and his leg to ache from having to hold it.
“... Wait, how would you know if you are from the future? Unless you are just trying to catch me off-guard to make me see that you are very much like the Fawful I know.” The child grumbled, crossing her arms.
Then it hit her, perhaps he knew her? Well, technically not her and her same time. “Do you know someone called Cackletta? Tall, mentally unsound, might have a sense of fury, laughs a lot, is excellent at magic?” She listed off, a look of pride briefly visible... if one could see her, of course. “That other Fawful knows her, and that would be definite proof that you’re from the future.”
How would that be proof? Well, she wouldn’t explain. Not like she needed to immediately state that she was his elder, despite being so small. She had to entertain herself somehow.
hislordshipfawful:
Once his sight adjusted, he rolled his eyes at her statement about how he couldn’t be Fawful. He would likely have to get used to things like that if he ever revealed his identity to the public. And of course there was a jab at his eyesight. While he’ll admit, his eyesight wasn’t the best, he wasn’t exactly used to the dark, not anymore at least. The glow of her gem sparked a warm sense of familiarity in him, but he wasn’t sure how yet.
“I can assure you, my name is being Fawful. There is such as thing as there being more than one of us, I have the knowing of this all too well. As for that quip about my eyesight, I was just not having adjustment yet, seeing as this happened without my expectation.”
The pint-sized witch blinked, puzzled at his statement. It definitely distracted her from the thought of attacking him again. Not like she could dispute his statement, considering her circumstances and general acceptance of what oddities the world had to offer.
“There’s more than one Fawful? How is that possible? Are you a family of Fawfuls that all have distinct similarities but differences? Has the Beanbean Kingdom mastered the art of cloning in the future? Alright, that seems unlikely, I don’t really think a Kingdom of a bunch of Bean people incapable of putting two-and-two together can really do such a feat, but I wouldn’t know.”
She paused for a moment, realizing what she just stated. “Are you from the future like the other Fawful? Oh, unless you come from a whole line of Fawfuls, one for each generation! Or you are from the future and just ended up here on complete accident, since that is completely possible! The logic of time and space really have no place in this isolated cave.”
hislordshipfawful:
Fawful turned sharply when the bolt landed nearby, his own magic flaring in the form of violet light for a split second, before he calmed down. It was familiar, and as he turned to face the general direction of where he thought the voice came from, he readjusted his bag, eyes darting behind his glasses, trying to get a good look for who it was that had cast the bolt.
“My name is being Fawful. I’m not sure how I had arrival here… wherever here is, and I am not being freakishly tall. I am being average.“ Well, the second one wasn’t technically a lie, considering he was within the average height range of some of the workers.
“Fawful?” The tiny voice asked, confused. Her tiny horns that were hidden under her hood flickered a bit, before she went back to being more aggressive at the intruder. “That can’t be right! If you were Fawful, you would know where here is! Plus Fawful was a lot more short, and his details were a little more... exaggerated.” She growled a bit, her gem starting to react to sensing his magic exposing itself for a short moment, moving her hair out of her face to get a look at it. The glow from her gem showed off a bit of her details, an outline of the rest of her, as well as red eyes glaring at him, her sharp teeth packed into a scowl. Her expression, while on the cautious side, still seemed intimidated by his presence.
She was literally a child, and even if she knew that logically no one was aware of her existence, she couldn’t let her guard down. If she could open a portal through time, who was to say someone couldn’t do that in the future and track her down so she wouldn’t be who she was going to be in the future.
“Besides, even Fawful could see better than you. It’s not that dark in here, you get used to the lack of sunlight, what with us being in a cave and all.”
hislordshipfawful:
Once he reached the end of his swear-filled tirade, Fawful became distinctly aware of the echo his voice gave off, as his eyes adjusted to the new location. The Dark Star had apparently decided it was going to go after the source of the signature, but couldn’t go anywhere without its host. He didn’t even know where here was.
Standing up slowly, he looked around. If this was where the signature came from, then the other person must be nearby. Looking around, he couldn’t really make out much, with his eyes not seeming to cooperate very well. Sighing, he called out into the cavern.
“Helloing…?“
While the intruder couldn’t tell where she could be, she could definitely see him, as well as somewhat sense the lingering traces of energy that was within him, a signature that exposed itself when following after her. There was a shake-y inhale as she heard him call out. It reminded her of Fawful’s true speech patterns, perhaps some of Beankind just knew how to speak like this, she wondered. She paused, the realization hitting her that even the speaker of Engrish thought it was weird.
So just how the hell was this person that ended up in her home?
More sounds began to echo, this time from her own steps as she went out of her hiding place. Not knowing whether to go back into hiding or expose herself, she panicked, and her impulses did the talking. By that, of course, one is referring to her conjuring a bolt of lightning within the spacious cavern, it clashing against the ground near the intruder, as a warning.
“How did you get in here?! Who are you!? Why are you so freakishly tall?!” A small voice shouted.
hislordshipfawful:
Damn it Dark Star, Don’t Ruin This.
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Fawful wasn’t quite sure what to expect. It had been an early morning, surprisingly enough, since it was a day off. He had settled in to do some early morning reading before going through his normal routine, when he felt something… off. The Dark Star, or at least what had remained, was… tugging, at the corner of his mind. He wasn’t sure why until he felt it; a familiar, but somewhat different magical signature in the air, as if they were casting a spell.
In his confusion, as he felt the signature begin to disappear, he had scooped up his bag from next to his reading spot, the teleportation spell already almost complete, when something changed. His cadence was knocked off balance as the Dark Star finished the spell, with bits he hadn’t heard before, and he was thrown through with the spell, likey after the signature. Just when he thought he had a hold of the damn thing.
When he landed, multiple curses were already being spat out against the Dark Star, all of which were fairly accurate descriptors of it’s behavior right now.
When the small sorceress was of the mind that the day was going to be uneventful, just her on her own, waiting for the gloominess of her situation to pass, when she heard someone collide against the cold ground. She involuntarily let out a yelp, hiding behind the stone slab in front of her bookshelf.
She could feel a new presence, and it intimidated her. She was only familiar with one individual, and she ended up summoning him on accident, so for someone to suddenly appear startled her. What really scared her was the fact that this new person was swearing towards something unseen, his curses echoing across the cavern. This new voice seemed a lot more aggressive, which she not only didn’t know how to handle, but didn’t approve of.
Nervously, she brought her body somewhat upwards, peering over to whoever ended up in her stone shelter, her face mostly unseen due to her hood and black hair. His skin was green, something she had come to associate with Beankind, but he was much taller. He looked a lot like her future friend, but he also was distinctly different.
🐣 - hislordshipfawful
You know what it be. It’s time for the return of Little Letta
Throughout the cave that housed one of the only magic users in the Beanbean Kingdom, there was a giggle followed by a shuffling. The witch that had been dubbed Cackletta, had been keeping up her magical practices and reading, ever since a new perspective on life had been shown to her, when her first companion came around. Knowing someone from the future brought her ambition, a sense that something was waiting for her outside, and it had to be ready for what she could bring.
She even made some adjustments to her dark shelter, mostly with the plant life. Through her basic understanding of herbology, or just outright winging with some things, she had more fruit growing in that one little patch of dirt, trying to give her something more than just minimal sustenance. However, there was also the signs of her failure, multiple cracks surrounding the main area, as she tried to find more reliable sources to somehow make life a lot more satisfying.
Today, though, she was taking a break from her work, realizing she was getting bored with talking to herself. Perhaps she could summon Fawful once more, to show off her progress? Not like it would take much time out of his present. Cackletta even got the idea to attempt to be startling, burying herself in the patch of dirt that was marked by the dead flowers, laying down as her horns and bright red eyes poked out.
Then, she got hit with a realization. She really still had no idea where Fawful came from. Even as she marked her very small portal above her, she knew she was still taking a stab at the dark trying to recreate what had happened a while ago. Sighing, she scurried out of the dirt, upset that she was going to be yet again alone. The rip in reality closed, so no unexpected individuals could pop up, the thought of something being drawn to her magical signature not crossing her mind.
“Well, back to biding my time. Not much I can do in this cave...” In a more somber state, she sauntered over to the makeshift bookshelf, lowering the hood on her robe and brushing her hair in front of her eyes.
hislordshipfawful:
Fawful chuckled, looking at the small pictures in the book. They were all so simple, but informative to a degree. It was very amusing to look at when he was bored. The spells themselves were beautiful to read and speak aloud.
“Maybe. The location itself is surprisingly quiet, but it’s… it’s nice. The world likely does have more magic than it first appears, because we haven’t been everywhere. I’ve never quite outgrown my childish instinct for exploration.”
“You shouldn’t need to outgrow any sort of childish traits. Life as a more mature being would be a lot more stagnant if people didn’t hold onto a certain sort of wonder and curiosity.” She responded. Though, not like she ever aged properly, in the metaphorical sense. She had been alive for a long time, primarily raised herself, and only became more ‘wise’ with experience and exposure to the outside world.
“Still, it’s nice to hear about this weird little place that you reside in is a pleasant sort of interesting. It’s lucky that you ended up in such an area, after all the strife you have endured, and the turmoil that still happens to be within you.”
