Treasure Fit For A King! [Twilight and others]

[Tony Redgrave]

Mushroom Kingdom: Rogueport, 12am
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Once upon a midnight dreary, a thief named Nouri was weak and weary. To many strange and odd lands did he traverse, and with comrades that was none too perverse. With nary a coin in his purse, things were cursed to turn for the worst. In every nook and cranny did he look, until he came to a dive for schnooks. Run down, decrypted and surprisingly upbeat, it was no wonder there was no seats.

The Bandit walked by just a few tables, his ears fine tuned to hear news of a fable. But instead, he found goons at a card table. He reached into his pocket while his mind prepared a docket, for soon he heard word of a tale most absurd! Treasure without measure was hidden quite clever. Within near the keep of Mario's scaly peep. Bowser was the name, and displeasure was his game. The map to these trappings was upon a good man's lapping. How would he get to such a place if he didn't know the path to give the treasure chase?

Within this pocket, The Bandit had craps which he did cast, its result would be any guess. At long last did they stop, a pair of sevens had he struck. Smoke filled the air and hid him from stares, for the people in front of him had not a prayer! But as soon as they dared to make a move, the spunky young man had made just two. The map was snatched and an exit was made at stage left. All those present were left only with this jest. To those bandit trainees who could see, a note was left, just for free.

♠

Amateurs, amateurs, can't you see? The treasure and map were made just for me! So stand back and relax while the king of all things takes a gallant swing!

Sincerely yours,

The King of Bandits.

PS.

I hate to break this rhyme but I have committed a crime. For I have taken a crumpet and a few of your duckets.

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He robbed and rhymed and had just enough cash to make a splash. But now it was time to add to that stash. A quest was as good as any but to do it alone had pleasure none too many. Others must have heard that rumor that was spurred. So with a map in hand, he roamed that land, baddies on his tail aiming to strike him with a pan!

[¡Yiff Police!]

The pseudo-samurai Kabooki was bored and tired, so he was in dire need of excitement.

"Bored, bored, so very bored." Kabooki cried as he wandered the slums of Rogueport. Rogueport was the place to be if one was seeking fun and trouble. Thus, Kabooki went to the worse part of Rogueport: The East Side. Kabooki is aware of the type of people that wonder these decrepit streets, so Kabooki tapped into his Shadow Siren powers and hid in the shadows. He waited a fews hours, but besides a few fights and thefts, nothing was sparking a interested in Kabooki's tongue...But then something happened! A group of Bandits was gossiping about some mysterious treasure.

"Yo, have ya' hear'. Dere ish rumor goin' around 'bout dis treasure." said the uneducated Bandit to his group of wannabe thugs. Kabooki continued to eavesdrop from the shadows till he learnt the location of this mysterious treasure. He was unhappy to hear that Bowser had a connection to this fabled treasure. To those who do not know, Bowser was the one created Kabooki and assigned him to do Bowser's dirty work; until one day Kabooki had an epiphany and decided to leave the unruly tyrant.

"Fufufufu, this is what folks call a twist? Is it not? The taste of treasure is divine but this one might leave a bad aftertaste. But, I need some form of excitement! So, I'll have my fun and steal from a former master." With that being said, Kabooki decided to go on the quest to steal from the Koopa King. Once the Bandits walked away, Kabooki emerged from the shadows and skipped away with his tongue flapping in the wind. This was the start of Kabooki's Quest for Treasure.

[Nynx]

This was an odd town thought Melinda as she sat down on a square crate. She has seen a lot of weird things since she was transported to this world and this was no exception. It seemed that she was in a place called Roguetown. A city of thieves, a town full of people that would pilfer an old lady if her pockets were loaded. This wasn't exactly the most "Honorable place to be but Melinda had no choice. She was flat broke. She didn't have any money. Her pockets where empty in her world and even if she still had a few dollars it was doubtful that they would accept her currency here. This was a different land after all. She needed to find some sort of income, some way for her to make money to fill her empty stomach. This "Help Desk" She's been hearing about seemed like the best place to start looking however the task their were said to be pretty easy. Sorta like a boy getting a paper route for a daily newspaper. It didn't matter though. No matter how frivolous the job was, it was still a job. Melinda jumped off of the crate and began walking down the long narrow road.

It was pretty late at night, most likely midnight to be precise. The moon was bright, as if someone took a giant night light and plugged it into the sky. Her heels tapped the ground as she walked, gaining the attention of many people that were moping on the street floor. This apparently was the east side of town. A place known to be quite poor and full of those that seek to cause trouble. Melinda didn't feel very comfortable here but this was the street she must walk down. It didn't help that her clothes made her look like some kind of hooker. Her hands came across her hips which were swaying back and forth as she walked. Her steps were slowly increasing. She wanted to get away from this place as quickly as she could before things became eventful. However things were about to become eventful unfortunately. Moments later a cloud of smoke poured out of a nearby building. Utilizing her first instincts, Melinda quickly slipped into a nearby alley. Her head slowly peeked around the corner to see any new developments in the situation. Everyone on the street did the same thing as she did apparently. They all hid behind various objects to peek at the action. The smoke began spreading across the street, lowering the visibility. However she could see a figure in the smoke that looked as if a young boy was running away from the building. Melinda wondered what was going on but for now it was best to sit and watch.

[Angel]

Walking. Walking. Walking. That was one of the few things that he could do at this point, Ivan decided. Had to get somewhere and figure out how to get out of this game designed to make him into the most annoying of all little girls in the entire world, this personality reconditioning that was threatening to change his very essence as a person. "Submission is not a option! FIGHT FIGHT FIGHT!" he screamed out loud very dramatically in his adorable little voice, kicking and punching the air afterwards as if training against an invisible punching bag.

Oh well.

He kept walking, this time heading to a town in this bizarre land. Apart of him felt like this place was designed to help further amplify the severity of the cute situation he had been thrust into, everything was cartoonish and happy and cheery and the type of thing that while adorable made him want to gag while combined with his equally cutesy appearance. Everything was too perfect, he wanted to find a flaw within the never ending stereotype of this land.

He arrived in Rougeport and thought that he had found it, a land full of people going about babbling on about treasure and hunts and all sorts of nonsensical things like that.. but found the land just as bad as everything else. It was a land controlled obviously, controlled by one singular annoying stereotype gone wrong. He was already getting a bit tired of the game, but sitting around complaining about his situation wasn't going to get him anywhere. He had to find the first event in the programming, and try to find out what kind of tasks where ahead of him.

Suddenly one of the annoying cartoon-ish characters (not that with his appearance did have a right to judge) spoke in the background, talking on and on about this extermely wonderful treasure that the entire town was going on about. When an entire town is going on about something, that obvious is a lazy game programmers attempt at drawing a huge arrow in a certain direction. So, as obvious, he turned to them and tried to find out more.. but they didn't want to have anything to do with a little girl out past her bedtime. He did however, learn that the treasure was supposedly around a place called Bowser's Keep and that was enough for him to start on.. but maybe he had to find someone in town, someone to join his "party" that would help lead him to the treasure. Cash was good, but the big joy of course was just finishing the event to where he could unlock the next one and be a step closer to the end.

So he looked around carefully after leaving the bandits, after they got a good kick from trying to rob the cutie. He had to find someone who obviously was either shady or screaming about going after the treasure in some way. That would be enough to go on.

[Tony Redgrave]

[Yup. its long but just to set the pace of this whole thing]

Now that rhymes were out of the way, It was time for Nouri to actually skedaddle outta sight! Regrettably for however, he had a small army right on his yellow coat tails! Who these people where, he wasn't quite sure as he never did take a chance to etch those faces into memory. But all things considered, It was best to put a stop to the fun and games. He already made a scene with those novelty smoke bombs earlier and he could see various others were hidden away to see what all the commotion was.[So, he brought himself to screeching halt and those behind him did the same. For what seemed like an eternity, both parties were silent and no one made a single move. Tension, along with the black smoke from his little dice steady rose in the air, the various townsfolk looking on from afar were practically biting their nails, curious of who would do what. However, it was the King of Bandits who finally decided to break the ice.

Feeling no need to turn and face his pursuers just yet, he simply spoke to them in a modest and yet, quite clear tone of voice. "Look you guys. I know your a little antsy thanks to my little trick but, you must understand. I'm but a young man fresh on the path to glory and you my friends.. You are.. " he stopped himself at that point. For if he were to drive his point across, he would need to speak fluidity and from the heart! Face to face as a real man should talk! So, he slowly turned around to lay his eyes upon.

Strange fellows dressed in robes and white masks... He couldn't believe it but that seemed to be the attire of that particular guild. To make matters worst, those masks were adorned with expressions that a little kid could draw! Even the ones that seemed to look angry were well, too cutesy to be but so threatening. Thus, this marked Nouri's first encounter with Bandits who were of the Shy Guy variety.

In the sight of such silly wonders, The young man couldn't help but try and keep his feelings at bay, the feelings and bubbling passion of youthful laughs and giggles that was. ""You.. can't be serious. You... you.. really go out wearing your pajamas? " He tried so hard to say it with a straight face, he honestly did. But, sadly, the chuckles were overtaking him and soon, he was laughing so hard, the town itself shook from it all!

"BWHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! YOUR ALL ACTUALLY GOING TO TRY AND COME AT ME LOOKING LIKE THAT?!? "

But, from the crowds, he could hear the "ohhhhhhhhhs" and "woooooooooooahs" For they couldn't believe he was opening mocking one of the fiercest set of baddies in town The Big Arm Bombers One thing was sure though, the group seemed quite mad indeed. They were literally red and steaming out the ears. One of them spoke up to him, one sporting a green robe and a happy smiling face. His voice and flailing manner however, didn't seem to happy.

WHO DO YOU THINK YOU ARE?!? YOU THINK JUST BECAUSE YOU HAVE SPIKEY BLACK HAIR, THAT MEANS YOU CAN TRY AND STEAL FROM US? NOT HAPPENING PAL! SO NOT HAPPENING! RETURN TO US THAT MAP!!

The word map made others peek out though. This was a town of scalawags and scoundrels after all! A majority of the people in this part of town were incidentally, thieves. The Green One knew he had to watch his words.

The.. Map that.. contains.. directions of how to get back to this part of town I mean.. You know.. us.. Bandits.. have.. short term memory and... such. But.. yeah. GIVE IT BACK SPIKEY HAIRED ONE! IF YOU REFUSE, I SHALL CALL FORTH THE FIRST STRIKE! I SWEAR IT UPON MY NAME WHICH I WILL HAVE YOU KNOW IS GREENWALD! he said with much thunder within the vocals.

Nouri however was still laughing in the face of his, on his knees and clutching the map as tight as tight could be. This guys were just too much for him. "Ohohoho! The first strike you say? I'm so scared! " he shook himself free of his little happy fit for just a bit. He did have to get up on his feet after all. "Seriously. I'll take whatever you got to throw at me Greenwald. So what is the first strike? Is that army of bedroom knights gonna prance out and tickle my sides until I die from laughter? Trust me.. I'm like one foot in the grave if that's the case."

He grinned in the face of trouble and that was all well and fine. But, Greenwald as far as he could see into that mask (which he couldn't) was less them amused. He snapped his fingers only once but how he did so, no one was certain as Shy Guys and the like have no fingers after all.

But, from the rooftops, something did come his way and quite quickly at that! A brown blur without forewarning at the least and enough to make Nouri leap backwards without a thought. For in the area he had once been, a brown mushroom like thing had crashed into the ground with so much force, the pavement itself had cracked in place. It tumbled back over onto what seemed to be its little feet, to reveal an expression that seemed to bear a bit of resentment.

One was just enough but from the rooftops themselves, dozens, no.. bundles of them shot up into view, overlooking the city streets, their eyes cast upon Nouri himself and the map he had so dearly.

As the lieutenant of the The Big Arm Bombers
I have reign to the Goomba Krusher Squad! Their headbutts and diving attacks are most.. krushing. Give up the map and you won't be flattened like a banana pancake! This wasn't a welcoming turn of events. Even for Nouri himself. But, what could he do when faced with such a peril like this? The same thing he would do in any case. Yes, he was going to stand his ground, at least until he could see a sizable opening to get past this ridiculously deadly attack formation!

SHKUT!

His trusty and beloved weapon shuttled out from his left sheave within the blink of an eye and he stood poised and ready, with a look of one most determined. His body however, was quivering in such a way, the hidden audience would surely noticed. Exciting this was and yet, very frightening at the same time.

"Awesome and yet, so dumb. But alright. " The map had in hand was placed into the knapsack upon his back. Now with nothing to hold him back, the stage was set and the showdown was imminent. "Ladies and Gentlemen, I believe its showtime! "

[¡Yiff Police!]

Kabooki was skipping about the streets of Rogueport, determined to discover more information on this treasure. So, he was minding his own business until he heard a ruckus going on the other side of Rogueport. Kabooki skipped towards the infuriated crowd to find a group of Bandits and Goombas that appear to be bullying a young man in a yellow trench coat. Kabooki was displeased at this sight.

Kabooki ran towards the thuggish-looking band of goons with his tongue wagging back forth while waving his katana above his head. Unfortunately, this semi-heroic act was ended abruptly do to Kabooki tripping over the Goomba and planting his poor Boo-like face into the ground. Now it appears that Kabooki caused more harm than good. So much for heroism.

"Hey there, guys. Don't mind me, I was just um, skipping to my uh, uncle's house.." Kabooki said, foolishly attempting to cover up his little stint from a moment ago, but they weren't buying it. Although Kabooki is now in a tight predicament, he found some much needed enjoyment...Now, just how is he going to get out of this pickle.

[Nynx]

As her eyes continued to look over the giant cloud of smoke, 3 things happened. One, a boy with spiky hair as if he trying to cosplay Ichigo rose out of the smoke and looked around for a moment. Two, A huge group of of masks fellows chased him down the street. 3 a random idiot charges into the group with his katana and trips over a nearby person only to faceplant into the ground. Melinda face came crashing down into her palm. The fail was strong here but she wanted to find out what was going on. Fortunately for her, there was a straggler struggling to catch up with the group. Without second thought, her hand was aimed toward the mask fellow and the guy's body came flying over. His body crashed onto the walls of the alley and glued him to its surface. " What the...." The guy began to say before gazing his eyes on the beautiful girl laying alongside the wall. Her eyes were closed, focusing only on the situation at hand.

"Hey you. What's going on? Why is my body stuck? Why Are you just stan...." His words were stopped by Melinda finger pressed upon his mouth.

"Please be quiet. You are ruining my train of thought." She closed her eyes again for a moment. Soon enough she opened her eyes and looked into the shy guys face.

"Ok why don't you tell me what's going on here?."

"That's known of your concern miss. This is our affair." Melinda didn't glance at all, she looked at him with a serious expression on her face.

"Is that so? That boy who just ran past, it seemed like he did something to tick your friend off."

"I'll repeat, its none of your concern miss." She grinned a little and let the guy go. She rushed out of the alley way and ran over the the huge group in the distance.

"A map eh? King of the bandits?" She said with an intrigued tone. I guess it was time for her to investigate this matter.

[Angel]

Ivan was still moving. He heard some general ruckus come from his west, but wasn't 100% sure about heading towards it. Sure, it definitely could be a sign that a game event was underway, but at the same time.. the loss of half of his height was starting to disorient him a tad and make him feel more vulnerable. Last thing he wanted to do was walk right into a trap.

Though it was just at this moment that Ivan felt someone poke at his back. Turning around, a smokey dirty faced boy was staring right back at him. The boy looked, well, no better word for it.. homeless. He looked as if he was used to sleeping in the dirt, and hadn't had a bath in a while. But that didn't matter, because amongst all the creatures and strange mushroom people.. the sight of a human was enough to give him a sigh of relief.

"Hey!" he said, obviously trying to be friendly. "Do you have anything to eat?" asking childishly and blunt to Ivan, though in all honestly he looked a few years older than his current form. Ivan had to shake his head though, because he had no food on him. Not that food wouldn't be really good right now.

Suddenly though, peeking through the ally they got a glimpse of the situation with the Shy Guys and the bandit. After a moment of watching, her heard a gagging noise coming from the boy next to him. "It's those Big Arm Bombers.. they stole the money I had gotten fair and square." he said, shaking his fist angrily. "If it wasn't for those no goods, I could give you something to eat beautiful." he said, giving the new cutiepie a small wink. At this moment though, all Ivan could think of is that nothing in life prepared him for the utter horror of having a 6 year old boy flirt with "her". He himself gagged deeply and powerfully like right there and then, and the little boy probably didn't know why.. but Ivan figured if he had any food in his stomache I would have done more than that. This programming was already seriously getting on his nerves.

"Do you wanna help me get them back? Then we could get something nummeh to eat." he said, with an intense look on his face. As much as Ivan wanted to say otherwise, he figured that having someone help me would be better than nothing. "Sure, sure! Let's do this!" he said, pumping "her" arms excitedly. He was taken back by this display, obviously he didn't realize a little girl like Ivan would be someone so interested in such a thing. He smiled though, so everything was cool. It was cute, a perky young girl.

The kids walked up and grabbed a few things from the trash cans. Some items to throw at the enemy. 2 Garbage Balls, 2 Tin Cans, and Trash Can Lid Shield later.. and they were ready for their first encounter!

Walking out, Ivan could swear he heard a battle music tune back of his mind where he normally heard the Chrissy personality. A strange and now absurdly tall (to Ivan's vantage point) man in a trenchcoat was being attacked by what he was sure was The Big Arm Bombers. His new temporary companion, who Ivan realized he still didn't have the name of.. hefted one of his garabage balls and hit "Greenwald" straight in the face. "Ha ha, did you really think you would get away with stealing from the Wolf Cub!? Prepare for the end!" he said, and so after deciding that Ivan had nothing better to do but to keep up this wonderful turn of events, he pulled out one of his Tin Can items newly gained and hefted it at one of peons. "Ya ya! Did ja!?!" he cried, acting like any good henchman. girl..

[Tony Redgrave]

The Wolf Cub ? Here.. of all places Clearly, Greenwald wasn't very happy with the appearance of that certain band of pint sized thieves, especially in light of one nailing him in the face with a hunk of garbage! By now, All of the silly little shy guys were facing a rather unsanitary assault from the kids, hopping up and down and waving their stubby little arms in confusion.

But their Lieutenant and his green robe were practicality burning up. Even the bits and pieces of old food seemingly disintegrated within the face of a rather comical show of controlled rage. He didn't even move since since he was hit or while his little peons squirmed about, awaiting orders from their furiously green leader.

But, his anger was indeed rising quickly and about to come to a complete and utter eruption. Or was it? Nope! Not at all! For within moments, he regained his natural color. Even his mask had returned to a nice and clear white, of course still sporting that childish little smile it was adorned with.

Nice to see he was doing all well and fine but this seemed too abrupt. Most of the young lads in the Wolf Cub guild had ceased their fire and the rest of the bandits, in their robes of red and green and yellow, a purple cautiously turned to face their current leader. Heck, even the crowd in their infinite silence seemed to sense something was amiss.
"Ahhh.. I feel better and more chipper all of the sudden! Its only thanks to the antics of the young samurai who tripped and fell before us and the charming little struggle that band of delightful little children are putting on!" It was so delightful, Greenwald had to take a deep breath and wipe the sweat from the brow of his mask. He set his eyes once more upon that certain thief who decided to take what belonged to his gang.

However, in the face of all these antics, Nouri had long since set his mind on another task. For in his left hand, he was holding a certain other thing he had stolen from that fated table. An english crumpet! Spongy, porous, and piping hot to the touch! It was just the snack one needed to pass away the woes of the night time sky. Even better, this one was topped with melted cheese of the swiss variety. Surely, it was yummy yummy, inside that tummy.

But, the sight of Yellowcoat taking a bite into that bread piece had set off a little switch with the newly calmed Greenwald. His mask had suddenly fissured a bit, just down the right cheek and the black pulsing marks of frustration and dismay popped up near the back of his hood, just as if this were an anime itself.

"Is.. that my crumpet?" he asked, trying to be as calm and level headed as he could be.

"This..?" he motioned to the now, half eaten snack "Maaaaaybe! It was all smokey so I picked out the one that looked most tasty. Its a shame you aren't tasting this though... its soooooo good.

and he took another bite. One that made that mask crack just a little more.

Mummy Dearest made me that crumpet for a job well done for stealing that map.. but alright. I'll forgive you and.. both the brats and the samurai if you just hand over that map you have in your backpack. Your gutsy enough and you made a scene so this is good enough right? Besides, I still have the Goomba Krusher Squad above awaiting orders, your surrounded, and to top it off, our leader will be here in Four Posts. Its best to give up now right?

"Four Posts...?" seriously, what was a post anyway?

I said four minutes! So what will it be?

"Hm. Well, as appealing as that sounds, I believe I'll pass. Seeing as I left a note and used my one time use only novelity smoke bomb dice that costs a crazy amount of money, I will need hidden treasure to cut back my losses. No hard feelings and all kay? And with that, he gobbled up Greenwald's tasty little snack and sealed his fate... as far as the crowd was concerned.

And that was it. The straw that broke the invisible camel that was positioned on Greenwald's back though, he wasn't showing it. All he did was raise his little arms and bring them down to the ground.


"Goomba Krusher Squad! Attack and fatten the Banana Bandit!" The Big Arm Bombers! he pointed his other free arm to the small little Wolf Cub guild. Pommel and spank those little brats! MUHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHE!!

Evil cutesy laughter ensued as predicted and troop of bandits ran over to the little rogues, in an effort to meet them head on in one big showdown! One they would hopefully win because winning was what the The Big Arm Bombers did best. Nouri however wasn't quite as lucky to deal with Bandits for Greenwald's command sent dozens of little mushroom like missile wannabees his way.

He had time to side step but a few of them but clusters of them followed suit, forcing him to take a dive roll towards a run down looking house at his right side. As expected, the impact of dozens left quite a few little craters in the ground. But they weren't done. Because wouldn't you know, once they got up from their first attack, they prepared to throw themselves toward him once again, in effort to give him a thunderous tackle that would surely rattle the bones of his ancestors.

As for the young samurai, Greenwald seemed to neglect giving any orders to attack him in general. In fact, he was way too busy being caught up in the joyous and righteous release that was evil laughter.

MUHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHE!!!

Would Greenwald be stopped? Would The King of Bandits be turned into a little flat piece of man? Would the children hold their own against Bandit Shy Guys? Who knew? This was certainly a nail biter though!
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However as this all took place, a certain little voice reached out to one sassy lass who could pull and manipulate shy guys without a touch. "Hey Cutie!" a stout little voice called out from behind. If she would give the voice just a moment of her time, she would find a little goomba, no bigger then any other she could come across.

However, this one was different from all the rest as this one had a cute little orange trucker hat fixed upon his noggin and a menacingly cute smile that one would find a bit more welcoming then that of the average goomba. "I heard your conversation with that poor sap earlier so I can help.. if you want that is!

[¡Yiff Police!]

Kabooki was shocked that the malicious Greenwald neglected to order any attacks towards him. Kabooki got up from the floor, dusted himself off, and started to run his hands up and down his long boo-tongue; this was Kabooki's way of reflecting back at the events that just occurred.

"Is there something wrong with me?" Kabooki thought to himself. "I ran like a drug-crazed Koopa into the middle of some sort of scuffle, tripped, planted my face into ground, and that dimwitted Bandit does nothing! I don't know if I should be blessed or offended." The more the pseudo-samurai pondered about the question, the more infuriated he became. Kabooki took Greenwald lax attitude as a form of rejection which crushed the poor spectre's heart.

"How can he do this to me,"said the samurai as he put right hand over his heart, "I know we just met, and he doesn't know me but..geez he didn't even give me a chance!" Kabooki then realized Greenwald had his entire attention aimed at the man in the yellowcoat. Kabooki was ENRAGED. "HIM! He is the one that caught your eye? This leaves a rotten taste in my mouth!!"

Kabooki was now broken-hearted, which meant only one thing: time to get violent. He grabbed his katana and started to smack the unfaithful Bandit with the sheath. This was his way of trying to get Greenwald's valued attention.

"If you won't look at me, then your not allowed to look at anyone else!"

[Nynx]

Well things were getting weirder outside and the strange little samurai with a sword was saying some off the wall things. This was all uninteresting. The most interesting information she obtained was the one she pilfered from that mask fellow's mind. A map of sorts, something dealing with the king of the bandits. She didn't know exactly what was going on but it must be something very important. It was a little hard to get information as well thanks to the commotion these guys were causing. However an aerial view was the best choice for a situation such as this. With this in mind, Melinda gracefully levitates to the rooftops above to scope the situation. Her eyes glances at a young man who looks like he was about to battle an entire army. He was a little young for her taste but he seemed to have guts. Lets see where this leads.

[Angel]

NOTE ABOUT THIS POST: This is not a game to him, the effects of seeing things like a game are just his own mind's view of things to the personality reconditioning. His extremely intelligent mind is able to predict what things would look like for certain angles and his mind believes he is viewing them like that, though in reality he is not. His mind is undergoing alot of bizzare things. Enjoy.

Well, this was JUST fun. Ivan took one last look at his youthful sculpted body and sighed. This thing couldn't have more than 30 HP at the lowest. He was going to have to think on his feet, even against these lame looking enemies known as the The Big Arm Bombers!

Sure to passerby looking, this might seem strange.. but to Ivan, he saw this fight in front of him like a turn based battle. Maybe it was because of his thought process that this land was a game, but the menu's, commands, and even his teammates information was in his mind as if he was playing an RPG. Though it was strange, he also saw through Chrissy's eyes as if it was a First Person view game. This experience was very disorienting, it was like he was shifting through three different camera's at a steady rate.. and took a few moments to not panic when his sights weren't even through his own eyes.

This game.. program thing was a bit too much.

The Wolf Cub lackey's stance was wild and slightly childish, which should have been obvious Ivan guessed with this "stage name" as it was. It was the young man's turn, and he saw his actions move like a menu in front of his eyes. "Technique" >> "Wolf Cub Stomp!" After selecting it, he choose a field of all the Shy Guys they were battling, so it was obviously a multi-ranged ability.

Suddenly, the young man lifted his foot and it shined for a very brief moment. He saw what looked like 8 MP be drained from a bank along the main menu, then his foot was planted in the ground. The resulting shake was sent through the ground in a very rough applied rate, where it only affected the enemies in question. The ground under them shook seemed to almost jump out of the ground itself and shake around.. that would be the only reason Ivan could think of as to why it wasn't shaking the ground under his own feet.

Ivan stood back, mouth slightly gaping at the fact that this attack, though it was obviously powerful, was enough to faint all The Big Arm Bombers that were fighting them in question at once except for a long stray which had been able to jump in the air in time to avoid the blow. "Miss" appeared in front of this enemy when the attack hit the rest, so Ivan had paid attention to the enemy, just in case this was some sort of Active Battle sort of turn based system and he would retaliate quickly. The rest of the enemies turned into a shimmering coin upon defeat, which seemed to be transferred directly to the young man. The attack had made things alot easier for the Wolf Cubs, though looking at his now empty MP gauge, he realized that the young man wouldn't be able to duplicate that for a while. Or maybe it was because the fact that he looked extremely tired after such a maneuver.

It was Chrissy's turn wasn't it? The notification in his mind told him that, but it took a minute to realize that the game was talking about himself. It was then that he realized he was also in a sort of battle stance.. if the strange girly ... THING he was doing could be called a "battle" stance at all.

His arms where outstretched along his sides, his little hands out flat for some reason. He wasn't' sure what his hands would be achieving in this position, other than making "Chrissy" look overly energetic and childish. His body was doing this kinda.. twirl.. movement thing. His short pink dress swishing about his legs girlishly. The entire display was gross and he hated the view that showed him it at all angles. Occasionally, the stance would be broken up by a full on twirl, or some sort of other girly movement. The worst thing of all was that he was doing it, and he realized that. He didn't know what primal want in the back of his mind was responsible for it.. it was like a act that you don't even realize your doing, something you have done so repetitively or on instinct so much that it's second nature. The entire thing was sickening and Ivan felt like losing his lunch again for the second time. The little girl personality was TOO MUCH. It was obviously so overly bouncy, girly, and childish to the point of ridiculousness and before personalities could be man-altered, unrealistic. This was further increasing his drive to get through this with his mind intact.

All of this thought though, made the Active Battle that he was obviously in impatient, and the lone Shy Guy came up to obviously dive down and ram itself into Chrissy. Not wanting to be hit by anything while in this fragile young body, he grabbed the trash can lid shield and bashed the masked brute right in the face, bringing him quickly down into the ground. A comical squeal followed, then another coin out of nowhere. Their own battle was won, though Ivan noticed that the coin seemed to be given to the Wolf Cub again. So none for him? That was cheap. All of their personal enemies were defeated though, and now Ivan decided to try to take a look at what was going around him before trying to burst into any more battles.

[Tony Redgrave]

[Ahem. sorry if its a little choppy. I wrote this all half sleep like since the topic must move! Oh and there will be a surprise guest posting after me but.. only for 5 posts so the order will be me, guest dood, mama, and so on]

The battle's over and the dust is clearing!
Disciples of the Wolf Cub sound the knell!
Rejoicing echoes as the cronies withdrawal!
The Shy Guys, in defeat, retreat to home!
Wolf Cub... is victorious!
The land of Rogueport is.... saved again!!

Oh thoseWolf Cub kiddos! They did a pretty good job in holding their own. By morning, the town would surely be singing songs of their valor. It would be nice to take a little gander at that action but sadly, Nouri was busy getting his butt handed to him by the scabbard from a rather eccentric looking guy in samurai armor! He was getting bashed from both sides too!

Left to right, and right to left, with this fellow, it made no difference. Comical in execution but, it pretty gosh darn painful. What this guy had against him, he no idea. But, he wouldn't let it go on any longer, less he would risk losing some teeth and even more feeling in his cheeks. [Yes, he meant his face]

That, and he caught a glimpse of something much more concerning anyway. The Goombas were mounting up in their little standing positions, readying themselves to ram into both The King of Bandits, and The Insane and Pale Swordsman. To be attacked by someone else and face an even deadlier attack to the side. Not good at all!

Thankfully, this bandit had a good head on his shoulders and astute logical reasoning skills. It was those two things that lead him to do what any other sensible person would do in this sort of conundrum.

His right hand rose up from out of blue, which clutched onto the face of the samurai, his palm firmly pressed into his nose and lips. He draw his arm back, just enough to give him the power needed to send that sucker flying back when he released him. Now with that nuisance out of the way, he could once leap back to dodge the flurry of goombas who at this time, crashed into the wall of a nearby building.


"Meh.. distractions and all. At this rate, I'm gonna be here all night dancing around for this fools!"

True indeed! For more goombas on the rooftops soon appeared, some jumping to "meet and greet" the young man with the yellow coat. At this rate, running didn't seem too good now since that just meant they would drop down on him. The best option now was to try and conserve stamina, especially since a certain someone was appearing soon based on Greenwald's words.

Speaking of which, Nouri observed him actually sobbing, mourning for the defeat and retreat of his own little bandit troops. But before he could remark on it..


A NEW CHALLENGER APPEARED

and.. right behind the little green crybaby as well.

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A cocky looking brunette haired girl appeared and she seemed to have the attitude of a someone who fits just in as a boss. Her outfit mimicked the famous hero Mario's but with feminine flair. the red shirt pulled down as to show off her feminine shoulders, the overalls slightly clingy and giving her short shorts. Fun, colorful rainbow stockings and such complete an appearance that begs to be recognized.

Was this.. the fabled boss who's coming was foretold four minutes ago? Perhaps.. for as soon as this person appeared, each and every goomba stopped what they were doing. They had solemnly shut their peepers and even slouched forward into what appeared to be some sort of bow. Everyone had halted except for Greenwald who was in his own little world of sorrow.

Unfortunately, watching him flail about in circles and cry seemed to disturb her greatly. She had not a word to say her feelings were made clear but that disapproving grimace she sent his way. Her left foot rose up and planted itself right ontop of his head, putting a halt to his little sideshow.

"Hear Ye, Hear Ye!" a rather loud voice had sprang up from her direction but.. her lips had not even moved? Was it her who said that?

No..

In fact, there was another "challenger" in the midst but.. much smaller then what one would expect. For a bright, yellow glow had slowly floated out of right sheave. It was in fact.. a little Starman, no bigger then the ball of your fist!

"Starlet, the leader of the The Big Arm Bombers! has come to confront the one known as "The King of Bandits! It just never ends. Nothing is going to go anywhere if people just keep showing up right? But there was some relief to this. She was the leader of the group so, this would be the final interruption.. hopefully.

"Alright.." he responded, dusting off his coat as he did. "Just who are you and why are you speaking for her? if she has something to say, she can say it herself you little pixie."

Small, casual insults like that.. fell on deaf ears however. The little "pixie" just kept talking. "I'm a Starman you dolt.. and my name is Sterling. The leader was born mute so, I'm her mouthpiece. I can feel what she wants to say so.. I say it for her!

Sterling? Little star? oh how cute that was! He was indeed a little star after all and Nouri had to squee a manly squee in the face of it!"D'aww! You really are a little star and you feel out feelings! Its a charming fit for you indeed bucko!"

Yet again, he proceeded to brush him off. "Moving on.. Starlet knows all about the situation and deems you to be the type too stubborn to listen to words. She is going to take the map by force. a cool and smug little grin crept across her face at those words. She couldn't have said it any better herself. As for Greenwald, she was going to put him to.. use for a change.

He didn't seem happy about it at all! In fact, whatever she was gonna do, he was downright terrifed! "Wait, wait! Don't do it and how come I don't get my name in a cool and unique color too and everyone else does? Its not fair!" he cried, he kicked, and he screamed, anything to try and get out of the leaders vicegrip but... nothing worked it seemed. Watching him just made her giggle. Silent but.. a giggle was a giggle!

"Because you suck, L.O.L. That and your not very important and you haven't done much. Starlet wants to show off why the gang is called The Big Arm Bombers so, be good and help in the demonstration.

Greenwald then.. shrank down to a smaller size then he was, around that of an ordinary baseball to be exact. He was rounded out into a sphere, green, and still making a fuss. But that didn't deter the fiery lass. She gripped the Greenwald Ball with only her middle and index finger, her thumb placed on the underside of the ball.

She turned to the side, kicked up her leg and tossed that little guy with about the same grace you would see in professional baseball and right at Nouri's head. Little Greenwald was so fast that he burst into flames in mid fight, making this ball well.. quite dangerous. Such a projectile could have ended it here and there but, her aim was a little off. Instead, it skimmed past his right cheek and off into the distance until finally..


BOOM!

It exploded upon impact with a building. That.. was one heck of a fastball! "That was her fastball and your lucky she missed! You see, Starlet is not only strong, she can turn anything into a projectile!

Which was bad.. quite bad indeed. The goombas on foot trotted towards her as well. One could guess what they were going to be doing. With fastballs and goomba rain from up top, Nouri would need a bit of assistance himself.

"Then I will even the odds since you have help." So even them he would. With a topspin twirl and a dramatic point to the sky, he uttered the fated words! "Sich Sammeln"

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But.. nothing happened.

"Give it a sec.. it sometimes lags a little."

But in the meantime, it would be best to get all the help he could get at this point! And that meant putting to use that crazy samurai.. even though thinking about it made his cheeks hurt all the same. Now, if where he was at this point, that was indeed a puzzler. Whether he was still downed from that super shove attack or up and adam, he had to be close and within order giving range! "Hey! samurai guy! I know you can hear me! C'mon out and give me a hand with this fight! Do it and I'll let you in on a juicy secret!"

[king]

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A white bright light then came shinning down from the sky in a cylinder shape. The light appeared right in front of Nouri and as soon as the light ended the first thing that was seen was the shape of a man, a blond hair man indeed. This man was covered with armor that looked like it had been through a lot but what he was holding was even more pointed out in his appearance. A sword was planted on the back of this man and it had 6 feet with it weighing more then 100 pounds. This man was covered in crosses and soon as the light completely ended his full face was shown.

Heishi Tenshi was the man that appeared out of the light and turned to Nouri and knelt with honor. This had been the second time that Heishi had been summoned and need one more for a better connection between them both but now because they don't have that connection Heishi couldn't react without Nouri giving him any command too. If Nouri would had been in sudden danger then Heishi would be able to take action with his command but that wasn't the case." What is it that you wish of me Nouri?" Heishi spoke these words while knelt on his left knee and his head planted down.

It looked like Nouri was in trouble by still wasn't in sudden danger so he couldn't act. Heishi would stay with his head knelt in front of Nouri but to be more careful and make sure that him and Nouri would be safe until Nouri gave him a command to act he used a support magic spell. With the snap of Heishi fingers he activated a support magic spell that created a bright white shield and covered 7 feet in width and 8 feet in length. The big bright white clear shield was placed in front of Heishi and since Heishi was in front of Nouri he was also protected from the front. Heishi knew that Nouri's back side was left to be attack but with out a command he couldn't attack so this was the best he could do until Nouri told him to make another move. Once Heishi and Nouri got the means to make a connection while not being summoned he could tell Heishi ahead of time so that he could act without having to wait for Nouri's orders.

[¡Yiff Police!]

Kabooki went soaring into a building thanks to the punch that man in the yellow trench coat gave him. Kabooki was unconscious for only a few minutes, so you can imagine what he felt like to see so much has happened in only a short span of time.

"That darn lowlife!!" said the pseudo-samurai while he was rubbing his swore head, "He catches the eye of my true love and then he has the audacity to sucker punch me in my boolicious face? This leaves a horrific taste in my mouth!" As briefly mentioned before, Kabooki was shell-shocked that so much has happened in such a short period time. He noticed new players arrived to the battlefield. This of course left a bad taste in Kabooki's mouth.

However, this all was nothing compared to the shocking revelation that Greenwald was destroyed by that woman in the blue overalls. "Not only does she have a terrible taste in fashion, she killed Greenwald!!! Well...I didn't care for him anyways. Now, I need to find a way to get out of this sticky situation." While the samurai said this, that annoying little bugger, Yellow Trench Coat, yelled out a specific request for the Pseudo-Samurai. Kabooki stroked his tongue and decided he will try to help Mr. Trench Coat.

Thus, Kabooki sunk into the shadows, avoiding all hostile entities, and appeared next to Mr. Trench Coat. "Psssssssssh," whispered Kabooki while hiding from the shadows, "I could easily turn you invisible or hide you in the shadows with my natural talents, but I need to know that you won't backstab me." The Pseudo-Samurai proposed his proposition to Mr. Trench Coat, now all he need was the bandit's confirmation.