She’s not exactly sure how she got where the little jester was bouncing around but she supposes it doesn’t really matter since she managed to get away from King Deedee’s castle without damage this time. Deciding to take that as a sign of good luck, she goes up to the squishy looking fellow.
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“Hello there! You haven’t seen any Waddle Dees around here, have you?” she plays a little nervously with a golden necklace around her neck. It seems to be a heart shaped locket.
-Marx blinks as the stranger asks him a question. A Waddle Dee? Just a plain one wandering around? Why would she need one of those?-
“Uh no? Although if you go far enough into one of the fields you’re bound to find some! Why do you need a Waddle Dee?”
There is a real person behind that screen. There's a human writing your favorite blog. They don't function on your schedule. And you should not expect them to. There are things such as time zones, we don't all live where it's after work hours or before work hours or even midnight at the same time.
Some of us have disabilities. Adhd. We get distracted. We are human.
Your partner does not clock in for roleplay.
Your partner is not getting paid to roleplay.
Your partner does not exist soley for your entertainment.
You can not reply and expect an immediate answer. You may get one, if they're online. If they're vibing the thread. You may wait a week? maybe two. Maybe your reply is in the queue system. maybe something happened and they can't be online to write for a while. Maybe they're not feeling well.  Maybe they just don't want to roleplay right at that second. People have many hobbies other than writing.
Role-play is a hobby. You need to be patient with your partners so it can be a fun hobby and not a stressful one.
Communicate, be patient, and realize you're NOT playing a Single Player Game here. If you can't do that?
The italicized oh. Often seen in romance novels and fanfics. When a character looks at someone, wondering why their chest tightens when they're near, why their heart beats quicken at the slightest touches, why they lose their breathe at the sight of them and suddenly realization dawns on them— oh. They've been in love for a long time now. you are soft and quiet, probably the most overlooked. Though when you love, you fall deeply. i'm sure you have a lot of anxieties when it comes to love, and you're more inclined to fall in love with a longtime friend than a stranger. Though, your love is pure. and maybe if you have someone in mind, this is your sign to tell them.
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Chimizo crossed his arms and tilted his head. “And with said opportunity, I’m assuming that will be when I strike.” This was all he stated on the matter, falling silent as Marx continued singing. He was trying his hardest to ignore his cheeriness over the matter, although there was not much success on this front. While he himself has felt much enthusiasm about the hunt himself, this behavior reminded him a bit too much of some unsavory sorts he had run into in the past.
Help was help, regardless.
As per the plan, he dove into a nearby building where Marx could see him once they were within the city’s borders. He gestured for the jester to follow by sticking an arm out through the wall, retreating it very quickly to avoid detection. During their search, he would carefully poke his head out on occasion, sometimes visible and sometimes not, simply to ensure his hunting partner was on the right path.
It was going to take some time before they found anything. Chimizo could only hope Marx would not grow too impatient, if he was an expert himself.
Their hunt took them on a journey around the metropolis which lasted possibly over an hour. A few red herrings were encountered along the way involving people who looked suspicious yet were completely innocent, yet this did not deter the phantom in the slightest. After much observation, it finally appeared as if they had caught someone in the middle of a heinous act.
-Marx followed Chimizo as he floated along in the walls of the buildings. Watching the specter hop from one wall into another was pretty amusing, the small jester made sure not to lose sight of the ghost. Marx stayed in the dark for the most part. He was quick enough to make sure no one really see him or could mistake him for an animal. He didn’t get too bored, though he would make a little sound to spook a lone person they happen to pass by.
It was a small prank that he enjoyed playing. Not that it always worked. As the journey around the populated area continued, Marx took little notes of future places he could visit. When Chimizo stops once more Marx also stopped and waited when the spirit seemed to go off to examine something. When he came back Marx mulled over the information given.-
“Anything else I should know? Like could they potentially get away or do they have any weapons? Also any buddies of that guy in hiding or is it just them? Last question, is this the sport you want me to lead the prey back to? Just want to be a 100% sure.”
-He whispers to Chimizo as he watches the man shuffle towards the forest. Marx wasn’t one to try something like this unless he had most of the details. There was a difference between just messing with a person he knew nothing about, and a person he was hunting that had another body to use. A potential hostage could complicate things. But he was fairly confident he could swing it. The small jester’s hat twitches as he listens to the footsteps, keeping track of the man.-
-The next competition match was up and Marx was happy to see this one make a return. While he was one of the foes normally, he didn’t mind fighting a copy of himself after watching the other contenders go through the boss rush.-
-Marx was Doing fairly well, but not sleeping or even resting for two straight days was not a good idea. So he tired quickly and the match with the big yellow blob ended with him getting chucked off the stage.-
“Eh alright, not quite halfway but good enough I guess. Good job Yellow.”
-He walks off to go find something to snack on and possibly take a nap.-
-Wow! What a spectacle! This new interruption was pretty neat and Marx could always appreciate a wrench being thrown into the gears of any event. However, the mere mention of being allowed to treat this ‘Dark Lord’ as a target, was something he wasn’t about to pass up. Marx knew about the so called ‘fantastic getaway package’, and he wondered if the host’s explanation was true or if this guy brought himself to the event. Whatever the case is, was, or will be, this was a perfect opportunity to vent his frustration of the joke of the role he got. Seriously, who gives a character a genie and have them get swindled of a wish? What crappy writing!
But the small jester didn’t want to take his turn yet. Not before watching as others went ahead and gave the Dark lord a few hits of their own. Gleefully snickering at the several large blows to the evil unintended volunteered punching bag. Then Marx took his turn. Flying up to the stage the small jester grinned.-
“Thanks for volunteering to be our next match! Hehehe! This is definitely going to make EVERYONE feel better~! Nothing beats collectively beating up a guy!”
-With that he fired his most powerful attack.-
-Marx put in more than he normally did to get out his own frustrations and most importantly, to get a good score. Can’t have others think he couldn’t make for a great boss himself! He liked fighting the others as one!-
-Marx was one of the few contestants that wasn’t affected by the dash, and he couldn’t put a claw as to why everyone else was so down. Sure not everyone got a good distance. And sure yeah that sucked...for them. But was the disappointment just that great? Or did running just make everyone that tired? Some needed medical assistance even to recover! How weird.
Because if anything he was more pumped than before! His shoes tapped against the ground as he giggled. That run in the fortress felt just the best! Nothing better than a good chase from a being of void in a living mansion acting as an obstacle to get the runner sucked into a mass of unknowable shadows! He’d do it again if he could.-
“On to the next one, next one, next one! Hehehe! The night can’t pass by fast enough! Come on come on come on! Hahaha!”
-Dancing in place for a moment, the small jester then skips around the mansion in his spastic show of energy.-
-This next contest was about running? Great! Marx was pretty confident in doing that, so confident in fact he decided to see how far he got if he didn’t use his wings. Tapping his feet he sprinted forward. Leaving behind the red orb for a little while. Marx cackles in exhilarated glee.-
-He didn’t count on the Core being able to catch up as quick as it did, and tried to sprint faster. Only gaining a little more ground before being swallowed by the wall. Seeing how far he got Marx tsked. He was a little disappointed but oh well. Time to watch others run from the angry looking orb!-
-When Marx had arrived to the Mansion he looked forward to what could happen! To have another spring competition hosted by the same villain? Stuff was bound to take place! He wanted to be present for the things that went down.
The first competition was arranging some trophies...artistically? How was putting up trophies art? Maybe if you sculpted one maybe, but arranging them? He wasn’t sure what to do for that but he liked glittery colorful trophies. So that’s what he put up. The small jester plopped himself down as the judges scored his arrangement.-
“Yeah that’s fair. This kinda sucked to do. What kind of first game is this? Are we supposed to get bored to death? Because I’d believe it if that was the intent.”
-With that Marx went on his way. Maybe there was something better to do or see.-
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