Her question was met with silence which she found to be quite odd. Bowser always had to make a huge scene when he arrived, boasting about his accomplishments to the world or—to be quite frank—anyone who was willing to listen. There weren’t very many aside from his own minions, that’s for sure. Which lead her to the question, “What exactly is he up to?” Was he finally changing his ways? No, that couldn’t be the answer, not if he was trespassing into her kingdom once more to look for trouble. Did he simply not hear her? While this theory was more plausible, she still found it hard to believe. He would speak regardless of what she had to say on the matter so that theory was thrown out as well. Then, what could it be?
After rattling her brain a moment longer for the answer, it finally hit her like a ton of bricks. Maybe, just maybe, this wasn’t truly Bowser after all. The two rulers had known each other for years; they had spend countless hours together during her kidnappings. She knew him like the back of her glove. While it may not have been on an extremely personal level, she was well aware of his tendencies. And this, was not one of them.
The vehicle surely came from the Dark Lands, she had no doubts about that. There was a huge Bowser face plastered in every conceivable location, further propelling his own conceited nature onto others whether they liked it or not. Now that was his doing. There could only be one conclusion; it had to be one of his little minions. If right in her assumption, then perhaps she could make good use of this little situation. Bowser’s brute strength was something she couldn’t outright oppose, not by herself. To put it simply, she was no match for him. But a minion? Now that was something she had a lot more confidence about.
In order to properly evaluate the situation, she would need to play along for now. Peach didn’t move an inch from before. Her feet were planted into the ground until that funnel-like tube gradually moved to hover over top of her. She raised her arms until they were outspread at her sides when the tube was finally overhead. It looks as if she were skydiving in reverse when she was sucked into the tube. Naught but darkness shrouded her vision, rendering her temporarily blind until some form of light was able to enter her line of vision.
The princess was send swirling through the elaborate pipes going up, down, round and round until she was finally ejected into a long, see-through, pill-shaped container. Sparkles were emitted from her gown as she gracefully floated down to the bottom to land on her feet as if nothing has happened. After brushing off the invisible dust from her dress, she crossed her hands over her dress. She was facing the back of the machine. The rolling hills of the Mushroom Kingdom were now missing a huge strip of vegetation from which the vehicle has traveled, damage that would have to be tended to upon her return. A sigh was expelled from her lips as she shook her head at the scenery. Well, at least it wasn’t her castle this time around. That was a plus.
A gentle clicking could be heard as she spun around to see the other side of the container and what luck was had! Why, it allowed her to see right into the entirety of the control panel; all the buttons were even visible. But she was still unable to see who was behind the wheel. He was still seated and the only thing she could see was a bit of blue sticking out from each side. It mattered not, however. The time would come for her to meet her foe; she’d just have to be patient. Besides, she had already discovered something far more useful. As much as she wished to cheer for joy in making her ploy all the more easier, she would have to stamp down that excitement for later. Right now she was playing the role of a damsel. She had to be in distress before whoever was running the vehicle saw her!
Her sapphire eyes glassed over as tears began to form in them. They gathered in the corners of the princess’s eyes, one silently rolling down the side of her rosy cheek. Her hands were lifted slightly above her chest as if she were saying a prayer. Typical damsel, nailed it! Now it was time to seal the deal.
“Mario!” She called out in the most pitiable voice she could muster. It seemed as though her prayers had been answered for the person controlling the machine spun around to look at her. Peach surely wouldn’t have guessed it would be Ludwig by his lonesome. His brothers and sisters were nowhere to be seen. Perfect. She took his mocking with a full stride. Nothing he could do or say would break her confidence. When he finally turned back to operate the machinery, she leaned in to watch him so she could mimic it later on. This was just going over too smoothly. Oh, how she loved being underestimated.