have at you!

Ask/RP blog for Mr. L from Super Paper Mario. Selective. Written by Babs.

[greenthundcr]

WHO'S THAT MAN YOU SEE, WE GROWS HIS STACHE SO WELL? THE MAN OF MYSTERY THEY CALL HIM MR. L. SOARING THROUGH THE AIR, HE MOVES BY LEAPS AND BOUNDS! YOU BETTER BEWARE CUZ HE DONT CLOWN AROUND! WHOS BEHIDN THE MAAASK? ARE YOU AFRAID TO AAASK?? RIDE LIKE A HURRICANE! GREEN THUNDER IN THE RAAAAIN! Seriously though, Mr. L, some nerd called Man on the Internet put lyrics to your theme song and your epic Brobot.

“Hey, that’s not half bad!”

“Glad to see my fans are taking initiative. I’ll have to sing this to Brobot someday; I’m sure he’ll like it, too!”

[charmingsecretary]

greenthundcr‌:

“Maybe, but that doesn’t mean we can’t get up to no good with them! I don’t know, but I don’t particularly care, either. Anything is better than sitting around here in the Stars’ personal zoo. Maybe NULL’s lying, but maybe they’re not. Either way, I’m not about to waste this chance. If I were you, I’d come destroy those power lines with me. …or whatever it is that NULL asked us to do. I mean, even if they turn on us, we can just take them down, too! It’s a no-lose situation!”

“What do you say? Ready for some action? Ready to take your fate into your own hands for once?”

Is she ready to fight for freedom or erasure– whichever comes first?

“That’s…!” Not even NULL’s plan, you dunce! is what she stops herself from saying. Susie pinches the bridge of her unseen nose, or perhaps just a spot that’s between her eyes.

After a sigh, she goes, “Alright. What part of the city are you striking first?” Maybe she’ll have enough time on her hands to put out an emergency text.

[greenthundcr]

“Fibonacci, I think. Anywhere that’s not Cotes-- I like those trees too much to destroy them first.”

“I hope you’re sincere about joining the cause. It’d be a real shame if we got over there and you betrayed me and I had to waste my time fighting you instead of the real threats.”

He’s tired of being betrayed. It’ll be nice to have some company, but if she gives him so much as a “ciao!” he’s going to knock her out cold and leave her to whatever unnatural weather comes next.

“Don’t let it come to that, okay? ...do you have anywhere you want to go first? I assume you want to steer clear of that little shop of yours.”

[charmingsecretary]

greenthundcr‌:

No more memories? Already dealing with that one, thank you very much. No more him? …well, Mr. L’s a little less ambivalent about that. He doesn’t want to die.

“Who knows? Maybe, just maybe, the people who kidnapped all of us are lying about NULL not helping us escape. You don’t look dumb enough to believe everything they tell us, but appearances can be deceiving.”

And maybe, even if NULL does end up wiping this place off the map, something like that would make the count finally sit up and take notice and pluck Mr. L out from the nothingness.

…or maybe not. It doesn’t matter. Mr. L would rather see himself vanish for the sake of Count Bleck’s perfect world than let himself rot here for who-knows-how-long because everyone else on the island has developed a sudden inexplicable fondness for their captors.

“You’re not seriously gonna help the Stars, are you? Don’t you want to go home?”

She hates to admit it, but he does have a point, even if the way he says it is less than polite. “I do, but…” She wears a conflicted expression. “This isn’t the way I want it to be done.”

“Anyway, you can’t just seriously say that the mysterious cloaked figures aren’t up to no good. How are they going to grant you that freedom? The only thing they’ve done is messing things up!”

[greenthundcr]

“Maybe, but that doesn’t mean we can’t get up to no good with them! I don’t know, but I don’t particularly care, either. Anything is better than sitting around here in the Stars’ personal zoo. Maybe NULL’s lying, but maybe they’re not. Either way, I’m not about to waste this chance. If I were you, I’d come destroy those power lines with me. ...or whatever it is that NULL asked us to do. I mean, even if they turn on us, we can just take them down, too! It’s a no-lose situation!”

“What do you say? Ready for some action? Ready to take your fate into your own hands for once?”

Is she ready to fight for freedom or erasure-- whichever comes first?

[greenthundcr]

charmingsecretary‌:

“Wha… You again? You know what ‘erasure’ means, right? It means no more memories — and no more you! I don’t know about you, but I’d rather not risk having my entire existence erased…”

How could someone as nice as Gooigi come from someone as slimy as this? She doesn’t quite get it, but she knows one thing: that mask isn’t fooling her anymore.

No more memories? Already dealing with that one, thank you very much. No more him? ...well, Mr. L’s a little less ambivalent about that. He doesn’t want to die.

“Who knows? Maybe, just maybe, the people who kidnapped all of us are lying about NULL not helping us escape. You don’t look dumb enough to believe everything they tell us, but appearances can be deceiving.”

And maybe, even if NULL does end up wiping this place off the map, something like that would make the count finally sit up and take notice and pluck Mr. L out from the nothingness.

...or maybe not. It doesn’t matter. Mr. L would rather see himself vanish for the sake of Count Bleck’s perfect world than let himself rot here for who-knows-how-long because everyone else on the island has developed a sudden inexplicable fondness for their captors.

“You’re not seriously gonna help the Stars, are you? Don’t you want to go home?”

[greenthundcr]

“’Only erasure,’ huh?”

“Nice.”

[isolaradiale]

Keep reading

[pancakenpie]

I was thinking about SPM’s final boss, Super Dimentio, the other day (thanks, to ManOnTheInternet’s musical series!) and just realized...

It’s head sure looks a lot like Brobots’!

And you know, now that I think of it, some of SD’s attacks are a lot like the ones for the Brobot fights. Rocket-punches and laser beams.

Probably pretty obvious, but I never realized it before! It’s an interesting use of foreshadowing.

I guess Super Dimentio is a lot like a mech...Dimentio even acts like the main controller and all (especially when he enters the head. Anime-style, heh).

...does this mean Luigi was like the body of the thing? And Dimentio the brain...? That would make the Chaos Heart it’s “power core” of sorts.

I guess all this means that Chaos Heart might’ve drawn all of this from Luigi’s subconscious or something when transforming him into this...thing.

Boy, the more I talk about this, the more I feel bad for Luigi. To be transformed into a strange robot-jester monster against his will...Poor guy.

[isolaradiale]

Welcome to the Springtide Festival!

A Note: This is not an event and does not count as event participation towards ranking up. This is merely a collection of fun, lighthearted activities and starter ideas that will persist throughout the duration of the festival.

Spring has arrived, and with it the colours and aromas of recently bloomed flora, the excitement the people of Spirale share during the change of season, and best of all… city-wide celebrations! Never a group to waste the opportunity for a good festival, the citizens of Spirale have set up a number of fun activities to last until April 6th at 11:59:59PM EST. You’re encouraged to use any or all of these ideas in your threads until then!

Keep reading

[hangyeol60]

150613

오래간만에 그린 미엘!!! 생각해보니 루이지보다 미엘을 더 많이 그리게 된다() Mr. L 많이 좋아해…… 앞으로 자주 그려야지…

[gamecode]

[nonepunchman]

((Starter for @greenthundcr​!))

Mob hasn’t run into either of the Mario brothers yet, so there’s nothing that strikes him as particularly strange - or even particularly eccentric, considering where he comes from - about the man nearby.

But the man is certainly… drawing some attention to himself. Because he has the subtlety of a freight train. Mob just wanted to spend some time in this little cafe and relax, but he’s so loud…

Eventually, he’s had enough. He walks over and approaches, ready to tell this stranger to please keep it down, and…

Says absolutely nothing. In fact, he looks rather terrified at the prospect. And now he’s just staring. Which just makes him feel worse.

Oh boy.

[greenthundcr]

It takes Mr. L a few moments to realize that he’s being watched. He’s been talking animatedly to a few people around him, and to Brobot-- there really are some benefits to having a smaller, portable model of his robot that he can carry almost anywhere-- and he finishes his sentence before glancing over his shoulder at the stranger staring at him.

“Hey,” he says, giving the kid a critical once-over. “Are you waiting for an autograph?”

He isn’t serious, of course; Mr. L is pretty full of himself, but he’s not stupid. He can’t quite figure out what this frightened-looking boy is doing, though, watching him silently like this. Maybe it would be easiest to actually ask instead of making jokes.

“Uh,” He squints at the stranger from behind his mask, finally turning to face him fully. “Really, though. Can I help you, or are you just trying to eavesdrop from a foot away?”

[greenthundcr]

scullcss‌:

“Yes. He is very kind,” He was so kind to take the kitty and care for it AND even followed her home so she could get some clothes to wear. Such a kind android. Makes her want to know more about him, really. 

“What is he like then if he’s not like me?” Questions are rising and she wants answers. She hopes he’ll give her what she wants otherwise curiosity will just keep eating away at her! “I don’t know how coffee will affect me.” She’s thinking about it though. She IS curious of what coffee tastes like. She does enjoy the smell of it. That’s something she knows for sure.

“I’m not a kid,” Even if she had the appearance of one, “I’m not sure how old I am. I was asleep for a hundred years and some change, I think. I’ve been alive for a few years before my slumber…” In other words it’s very complicated,  “How old are you?”

“He’s great! Not that you’re not great, too. He’s just not made the same way. He doesn’t talk or anything, but he’s packed full of weapons and charm!” Mr. L doesn’t elaborate further on their differences. He knows that Brobot doesn’t need a complex AI or human-like behavior to be the best brother in the world, but he also knows that most people don’t fully understand that, and he doesn’t want his new acquaintance looking down on his robot for lacking personality.

“I don’t want to gum up your works... have you ingested anything organic before?”

Not a child? Hm. He’s not sure he believes her, even with her explanation. Even if she’s technically existed for a hundred years, how much personal growth can a person go through if they’re asleep the whole time?

By those standards, though, maybe Mr. L’s not an adult, either.

“Sure, kid. How did you end up asleep? ...and that would make your inventor some hundred-year-old-plus geezer, then?” Or, more likely, it would make them dead. Mr. L belatedly wonders if bringing up her creator was insensitive. ...at least she’s offered him a way to easily change the subject:

“Me? I don’t worry about that kind of thing. I’ve only been ‘awake’ for a short time, too.”

[greenthundcr]

dimittere‌:

a single eyebrow raised at the fearless nature of the stranger. insults do not easily reach the king, WRATHFUL he may be, but not a man of blind rage. he notices the pocketing of his device, keen eyes of the thief king that he is, but ganondorf is calm and patient; if he wished to take it back, he WOULD. and perhaps he may still want to yet.

a snort, this man not so different from a little dog. insignificant compared to the demon king and his might, SURELY! not so foolish as to blindly disregard the small - oh how the hero of winds has taught him to be AWARE of the little ones - but gods above he won’t allow these minuscule attempts at bullying nettle his spirit. he leans forward, ever so slightly, a subtle flex of fingers —- you will know my name and FEAR IT, foul wretch.

❝how quaint it is that you’re so DESPERATE to be on the receiving end of my wrath, you little green thief,❞ he responds, making it known that he is aware of the stranger’s impudence. a scowl becomes a sneer, teeth bared like the PREDATOR he is. green; what an unfortunate colour. ❝i simply found no use for it — taking out the trash, as some would say.❞

a half truth, he hopes his bluff would be received or at least considered. ganondorf doubts that he will ever find many uses for the phone, for he cares not about social graces, and yet, it is true that technology is WELL BEYOND his grasp as well. would he care to use his phone if he knew how? a CURIOUS thought.

Maybe this stranger isn’t as similar to that hero as Mr. L thought; in all of their exchanges of insults and taunts, Mr. L has never heard the king speak with such eloquence and airs.

He rolls his eyes behind his mask. Who does this guy think he’s fooling?

“Sure.” He gets it. All of the technology here gives an unfair advantage to those who are used to it or who can figure it out. For a place with so many residents originating from magic-based worlds, transitioning to a system based on code and machinery can be a struggle.

Mr. L himself hates how digital this place is-- his robots seem a lot more impressive in places where little pocket-sized computers aren’t commonplace-- but he also knows how unlikely it is that someone wouldn’t put the island’s free technology to use if they could. This man is either technologically disinclined, then, or an idiot who can’t see value and usefulness when it’s literally in his hand.

“Then I’m glad you took it out in my direction. Do you have anything else you want to toss my way? I bet there’s a lot of stuff you 'can’t find a use for,’ huh? You don’t seem like the creative type. ...and I don’t think it’s stealing if the person’s in the middle of throwing it away.” This will probably be Mr. L’s most honest acquisition yet.

[greenthundcr]

humongousbastard‌:

     … God damn it, he’s right. Boxcars drops him, and you know what, lets the fucker land on his head. Knock some shit around in there, maybe quit being a little thief. 

     “GREAT NOW GET OUTTA HERE. I SEE YOU IN MY RECYCLING AGAIN I’LL REALLY FUCKING LOSE IT.” God, what a fucking mess, too. Why did this guy only go for the metal bits? Wait, didn’t Clover have a friend who worked with metal?

     God damn it, it’s all coming together. Fuck green people and their fucking green friends.

“...oof.” This is... unfortunate. Mr. L gets headaches often enough already without people going around dropping him on his head.

“Alright, alright,” but he’s not going to leave without the scraps he already collected. Rubbing at his head with one hand, Mr. L gets wobbly to his feet and scoops up the bits of recycling littered over the floor, watching Boxcars out of the corner of his eye just in case his dumb not-ally tries anything.

“L-ater! Here’s to not seeing you around.”

[hierichc]

Located in the Cotes Ward just outside of the Red Light District, Isola Urgent Care is not only...

HERE IS OUR FIRST EVER HOSPITAL/URGENT CARE (SPECIFICALLY)

ANYWAY, It’s still a work in progress because I’m gonna be using a different THEME but feel free to apply if you’d like!

[greenthundcr]

scullcss‌:

Android? Was that what she was? It was a complicated situation really. The topic of what she was exactly was always a mystery to…a lot of people. Part machine and then part human. She won’t say anything though. Not a lot of people would understand and if she weren’t careful something could happen. She doesn’t want people poking around inside of her. 

“Who’s the first. Is it that one?” She’s pointing at his bot. “Or…is it….Conner?” Conner was his name, she remembers. 

“Coffee is for adults. Are you an adult?” 

“Connor! Yeah, that guy. I take it you two have met.” Mr. L should go talk to him again sometime, although the other robot had seemed a little put-out by the idea of Mr. L researching his design.

“Brobot’s not an android.” Even if he does have some human-like features. “He’s a person, but he’s not like you, exactly.” Not yet. Although... Mr. L has been considering trying to give his little creation an AI or personality or thoughts of its own.

“What? Of course I am! ...and coffee’s for everyone. Can you drink? I’ll treat you to a cup, you’ll see how good it is.” Her words beg the question, though--

“How old are you?” ...maybe he shouldn’t be pushing caffeine on a teenager, even if she is a machine.

“Why did your creator make a kid?”

[greenthundcr]

;;

howdy! super quick update-- my school’s started up again remotely. things have been hectic, but i hope that now that there’s some semblance of order, i’ll be able to find a routine and have more time for drafts. ty for your patience as always, and i hope everyone’s doing alright! my ims are open if you need to talk, and my d.scord is available for mutuals!