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-Marx sits high up in the stands. Looking down and watching as apart of the audience. Seems like a tie had happened. Marx sees a few he recognizes in the audience. He decides to go and talk to them. Whether they liked him or not he didn’t care. He had something to say! Getting up and bouncing over Marx is out and wandering once again.-
-Marx was still a bit cranky as he had gotten something to eat but he didn’t get to finish the food before the next announcement! Well he wasn’t one to leave until he finished what he was eating so he showed up later than he usually did to the last match. After he was done eating Marx was feeling great! He goes to do the last match. The jester wonders if he’d be fighting himself in here, as he knew a version of himself had ended up as a boss!
With a cackle Marx takes off and begins the last match. He wanted to show off. He NEEDED to show off in this last round. Flashy attacks and powerful magic was tossed around as the small jester displays that he was actual competition. Three bosses left. But, he had used up so much of his energy...-
-Smacked away by the very thing he lacks Marx finally went down. He wasn’t too upset though. He made it pretty far...but he had wanted to win something. Oh well.-
“Now time to see the finale~! I’m excited for it! Heeheehee!”
-Despite going through 18 bosses and getting beaten Marx is still energetic. Hopping up the jester shakes himself off and goes to watch the other competitors. He didn’t need medical attention it seems.-
-Marx wanders around the building looking for food. Wasn’t there a concession stand or something around here? He spent his day wandering around looking for something to eat. And now the day was over! Although. The Waddle Dees had been acting really weird...did they multiply? ......would anyone miss one? Like this one right here that was sweeping the floor? Maybe. Though he doubted those cameras wouldn’t miss what he did. Hmm...the jester decided it wasn’t worth it and simply watched the Dee do its job.
It was strange how many Waddle Dees there were. Why were there so many? what was going on? Man he was hungry. It was making him a little grumpy. Maybe he could gnaw on a chair or something. Of course maybe he could just ask this Waddle Dee where he could find some food.-
“........hey you! Do you know where I can get something to eat?”
-Marx somewhat didn’t believe in the “fair” part of that statement. Maybe it was because he wasn’t good with time. Of course he went to do the contest anyways but he wasn’t about to put any effort into it. Probably for the best, he didn’t need to be tired from chasing targets around.-
-And as Marx expected this contest was built for him to showcase how his power works. The targets were far far far apart from each other, clearly for his long ranged attacks. As the timer started Marx simply flew to one and broke it with his wing. Which was all the time he had for in that first round.
The second he actually used a couple of his attacks, saving showing the other attacks for the last round. Marx did put on a show, kinda. Just using the time not for the target smashing but for goofing off in his display. By the end Marx’s score was pretty dismal. And he didn’t seem to care.-
“Heeheehee! What fun! Hey hey hey, does anyone know where to get snacks?”
-Seems like Marx is hungry.-
-Another day over, the competition came to an end and it seems like that metal guy was going to win again. Good for him. Marx wasn’t going to make a fuss over it because he could see and feel tension in the air. Some were uneasy, and not just because of a couple people bickering, no no. Marx could hazard a guess that they didn’t fully trust this competition. Understandably. Nightmare didn’t have an outstanding reputation amongst the ‘heroes’ or ‘good guys’.
Marx couldn’t really care less about it. His reputation wasn’t great either. Better than Nightmare’s, but that was a low bar very easily cleared. Nah. He was here for a better reason for just the games and the interactions of everyone here. This jester was here for the entire show that he hoped made for a great telling later.-
“Hm hm hm, la la la~ Good job everyone~”
-Constant friendly look, congratulating and complementing others, and suspiciously keeping up good behavior by not stirring up trouble. Well, not much trouble. Marx was eager to see what else was in store the next couple days.-
-Fighting a hundred people in a row? Now that’s what Marx called fun! Giddily the jester starts the match.-
“That was a blast! Heeheehee!”
-He knew he could’ve probably done a little better, but he had gotten carried away. As usual. But that hadn’t mattered he had fun.-
nightmaresindreamland "would you like that say that again to my security force which'll escort you out of the contest entirely"
-Marx quiets down, still giggling a little bit. He at least had something funny to tell back home now.-
-Marx has been watching the goings on of the completion and the competitors. Looked like one guy was going to start a fight with a metal guy. At least the jester hoped so, it would be interesting to watch. But the rest had gone about their day. However...when Nightmare, the guy HOSTING the event got up to bat. Well. Watching him completely miss the sandbag....was hilarious.-
“You missed! How could you miss?! It was RIGHT THERE! HAHAHA!”
-Marx couldn’t stop cackling.-
