#sm musing

[smartsmears]

Its weird to say but I feel like a bunch of the new Megas so far look bad but are also good designs. Like, I dont like them but I also can't hate them. Its hard to explain.

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Wait

The winds were pleasant that day. The currents of the wind scooped up the still waters of the lake, splashing and scattering the water into droplets all around. Rosalina felt the droplets land on her face and hands as she stared out into the horizon. She stared for a minute or two, entering a contemplative, trance-like state before gently changing her direction to face the remnants of her beloved kitchen that rested under the trees. The winds howled softly as the princess walked towards the wreck, striding over burnt pieces of stone, her shoes creating a constant clink in the silence.

She kneeled on her dress, seated on her legs, as she rested her eyes upon the once-living object. Her eyelids fluttered like butterflies, as Rosalina tried to reminisce the good times they shared. A good five minutes of silence was observed as she placed a hand-picked bouquet of multi-colored flowers upon the rubble. The kinds of flowers included daises, poppies, alliums, sunflowers and chrysanthemums, with a white peony plopped promptly in the middle. The bouquet rolled slightly on one side before it rested in that position.

The mother got up brushing the dirt off her dress and sleeves, as she shot a glance towards the east. The crumbling of rock and explosions of clashing projectiles resonated from the area where the manor once stood.

Luma started off hesitantly, "Should we...go help them?"

Rosalina replied matter-of-factly, "Let us believe in them."

The winds felt pleasant that day. Hidden in that pleasure was a hint of doubt.

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Inanimate Life

"GRRAWAAAAAAAAAAAARRGH!"

"There, there, calm down. Take it easy..."

"Hrrrrrumph. Grrrrrhrrr."

"Are you...angry with us?"

"GRAWWWRR! Rawwr grrr. RawrarRAAWWWWRgrh."

"...Is it because...of the accidents?"

"Hurmph."

"...I'm sorry..."

The kitchen of incredible stature stomped its legs in furious frustration, ripping trees out of their roots and throwing them into the lake. It snarled and growled and roared and cursed, and went on a little rampage of scratching the pure smooth soil of the land. Anyone facing this right upfront would have just strayed from it or beat it down senselessly. Desperate measure for desperate times.

The kitchen made a few whines and confused grunts before moving under a group of tall trees to rest in. As it moved, chairs shook and pans rattled (Rosalina smiled at the thought of that). The space inside the kitchen resonated with sounds of falling metal and breaking glass.

Scrutinizing the hole made from the living cake, it dawned upon her and her Luma how truly pained the kitchen, and possibly the manor itself, was. There had been a variety of incidents that often resulted in the destruction of something somewhere in the manor. The cake given life, the reanimated spoons and now...rooms that can move on their own. Rosalina thought, '...they can feel too.'

Luma felt a bit left out from the scene, and tried to make the kitchen feel better by patting its head. Where he was patting happened to be an area that would be considered its backside. The living behemoth stood up and turned around with a violent force, and roared in pure irritation at the pair. The air pulsed towards the two, shaking everything in sight like an earthquake. Leaves were shaken off from the trees, and even the water and earth rippled like mad.

That was a bad move. The frightened star child summoned his courage and placed his stubby hand on the kitchen doors. The rectangular being calmed down, panting heavily and more slowly each breath, and squatted.

"Are you feeling better now?" Rosalina consoled.

The jaws below the kitchen doors shifted into a slight frown. Considering the stubby stony legs and the zig-zag-shaped mouth, it actually appeared cute. Not at first glance though.

The other room, decorated with Pokemon-savvy gadgets and pink color, dozed under the cool shade of the trees opposite the side where the kitchen and the two of them were. The sunlight inched closer towards the dormitory, blanketing its front side that appeared to be its head. Squirrels and birds gathered in front of it, unaware of its presence. The room inhaled suddenly a few times before letting out a loud sneeze, blowing some surprised squirrels and birds into the lake.

Rosalina concentrated on lifting the heavy tree out of the lake, as she watched her Luma stroke the kitchen. The kitchen grunted a few times, and made a low growl that might have actually been a purr.

"I suppose even rooms need a break from time to time..." Rosalina pondered. The kitchen appeared to be choking on something, before coughing out a wooden chair which tumbled towards the princess. Its mouth opened and closed and moved around in strange contortions before it shifted its behind and stretched its legs flat on the ground.

Rosalina positioned the chair next to the tree and the kitchen, and seated herself comfortably. She conjured a strangely white book, and in an instant, Luma plopped into his mother's arms, giggling softly.

"Let us begin," Rosalina announced. The shadows of the trees partially covered the red book, as bits of rays of light pierced through the treetops, decorating the ground like stars in the sky. The story went on as follows:

"The Three Little Lumas. Once upon a time, when the world began with stardust, there lived three little Lumas on a small apricot planet. They were the best of friends, and they always stuck together like glue.

One day, they decided to build a house for them to live in. The red one said, 'Let's build our house with leaves!' The blue one suggested, 'Let's get sticks too!' And so they gathered leaves and sticks everywhere they could find, and made themselves a house of leaves and sticks."

They were so engrossed with this charming little story that they had not noticed the constant thumping and booming emerging from behind them. The story went on:

"But alas, when a speeding comet came by, the planet shook and the wind blew, and the leaves and sticks came falling down on the three little Lumas. The yellow Luma then cried out, 'Oh no!' " 

The book shook and the ground vibrated. Rosalina and Luma looked up from the book, a bit surprised. There was a constant booming coming from somewhere...

From above, tree branches and green healthy leaves fell onto the pair. Their eyes jerked up at the leafy shades above, before Luma turned behind only to be confronted by another living room, breathing heavily. It took a deep breath and...

Luma sighed, "Oh no."

The room exhaled so strongly that the trees rained even more sticks and leaves upon them. Luma's face was covered with leaves and Rosalina guarded against the falling branches with her arms, before summoning a barrier.

The raining projectiles of nature soon subsided, and Rosalina undid the barrier. The room of Red and Peach laughed like a hyena, with each laughing breath sounding as if he was running out of air to breathe. A leaf floated into its mouth and it splattered and spat out the leaf.

Rosalina and Luma couldn't stay mad at this funny sight. Rosalina chuckled, Luma laughed, and the dormitory grunted a bit.

Now, Rosalina had two more listeners for her story-telling. The kitchen leaned over from behind her, and the dormitory sat in front of her, sometimes itching to see the contents of the book. The two rooms rarely got into fights, but when they did, they would snarl and growl ferociously, and the celestial pair would have to intervene and calm them down. And bribe them with cakes.

The sky was burning with colors of gold and orange, and the waters reflected the same colors. Beneath the towering trees rested a sleepy mother, and her sleepy children. The cool evening breeze brushed against them like a soft paintbrush, lulling them into deeper sleep.

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Luma floated by the spacious hallways that was filled with nothing but the whirs of machinery. Once again, the manor had fallen silent. What happened to all the ruckus that followed like dominoes? Where did the gatherings go? A lonely look flickered across his face for a while, before it was soon replaced by a bright glow.

"I know! I think I'll ask everyone around!"

Thinking over it, it wasn't really that exciting or fun. It was almost like spilling the beans in truth or dare, and its participants avoided 'truth' like a plague. But then again, it would be nice to get to know each Smasher a little better and be closer with them.

The little Luma then embarked on his little quest for knowledge and friendship, starting with room number 2. At least that was the first door he floated to instead of number 1.

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"Pi-pika, what is even going on over there...?!" the mouse casually observed the little 'dilemma' from afar, hoping Luma was a bit preoccupied with the button to notice.