#[ greenthundcr 01 ]

[glidewingbard]

"F- fighting? No, I'm actually quite the pacifist..." He's never really gotten into a fight before, now that he thinks about it. He's been hit by other people, of course- when an argument leads to rage being expressed in other ways, or when he stepped out of line in front of certain people who were intolerant of his acting out. But he never fought back. Maybe it was cowardly of him, but it's just in his nature. He couldn't harm someone, even if he wanted to.

"Besides," he continues, "how would starting a fight help my reputation? At best, it'd make people afraid of me, and at worst, it'll ruin my reputation before I even get one. And I don't really favor either outcome."

glidewing-bard‌:

It’s a scary thought to consider- that if he ever made it back home, there’d be nothing left for him. He didn’t even know who this ‘Count Bleck’ was…? But L moved too fast for him to question it.

“I suppose that’s true… I’ve never been interested in chasing fame before. But this is a new place, and a new life, isn’t it? I should try new things as well. How does one start, though? Or rather, how would you go about becoming famous, friend?”

“Exactly!” Waking up in a strange, eerie place with no access to your past life is the perfect opportunity for a new start. He should know.

“Heh heh heh… that’s easy. It’s all about making an entrance. Burst in out of nowhere and make sure people remember your name. …are you any good at fighting? We should go start a scuffle in the middle of the city– that would help your image for sure.”

[atlas-the-hollow]

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The Hollow Knight is beginning to believe they have found some semblance of purpose. The occasional passersby that takes pity on them find a way to fill their time. The Hollow Knight follows a new acquaintance, is given a task, and loses track of their mark. It’s a bit of a pattern, but not one they’ve fully picked up on. Or if they have, they’re just glad to have their time occupied.

The latest in this series is an order given by the ever-loud and always gesticulating carapaced mobster. Like the other mundane tasks given, the Hollow Knight does not understand the purpose. But they will carry it out nonetheless. With a diligent eye, the Hollow Knight is currently kneeling in a bed of grass, their single arm extended to touch the tip of each tiny green blade and keep a running tally in their head.

[1upbcy]

Where had Luigi and the princess gone? Just when Mario was feeling at home, they’re nowhere to be seen. Gosh, leave it to this weird unknown city to take what Mario loved away from him. Friends. Family. By the Star Spirits, Mario missed them. They had been living here for a while, and Mario had spent time with them. However, they... haven’t been seen around recently. Did they manage to go home?

But not him?

He lets out a sigh, eyes half-lidded. The little man in red was feeling lonely. Apparently, he was musing to himself again. Common, at this point. He had a house, at least. He should count his blessings where ever he could. It could be worse, he supposes.

Mario, optimistic by nature decided to cheer himself up by taking a walk. It was a nice day out. Still chilly, but he could deal with that. The sun was out! He liked sunny days. Made him feel better. As he felt the sun on his face, Mario heads off, a small smile creeping up onto his lips.

...And then it instantly vanishes.

❝...Fratello?❞ He seems to pass someone that looks like his brother. He’d recognize the green hat and the mustache anywhere. Was Luigi back?

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[dr-engel]

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❝ A-Ah! Uhm, is there something I can help you with, mein Herr?❞

Oh no, oh no. Mr. L, was it your intention to get Angela’s attention? Well, now you have it. Angela looks down at the smaller, mustached man. Of course Angela had time to talk. Finding a cure for this would probably take more than two whole minutes. She didn’t even know what was making everybody in town all loopy.

Play it cool. If there’s no forceful attempts to get someone to calm down, if angered, then everything would be fine, right? The Swiss doctor clasps her hands together, wanting to know if there was anything she could do for him. He had approached her, right? Not the other way around?

A tilt of the head, a curious look on her face. She was frowning - but not too deeply.

[nooklisms]

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{ 🍃 }  — “Hm? Oh!” Nook lifts a plant from the supermarket’s display, beautiful green ferns glistening until the fluorescent lighting. It didn’t matter that some leaves were wilted around the edges, he waved it to the green looking person anyway, as though he’d made the most wonderful discovery of the century.

“This! Hm, it looks beautiful with your clothes! You are well dressed, very well dressed, and I think this lovely plant will suite you. Hm, yes, have you thought about plants like these before?”

[paaperboats]

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[ Ohh, what’s... that, you’re workin’ on? ]

In her cheerful state, the woman had found herself stumbling into places she’d never been to before; this one in particular seemed to be an area where people gathered to make things together. Some worked on crafts, while others worked on more complex things; of course, Red was immediately drawn to a man in green tinkering away on what looked to be little machines.

[ Heey, Red, don’t they.. kinda look like the Process, a bit? ] the Transistor laughed a bit as he spoke, as Red peered down at the table below her-- but sighed in relief, when she realized they looked nothing like her foes from Cloudbank. Of course, she’d be incredibly surprised if anyone else from her home ended up here, especially if they brought those things with them.. [ Hey! Can youuu.. make us a Fetch, buddy? I miss Luna.. ]

Red could only shake her head, apologetically; why was her partner acting like this? And why wasn’t she at all worried about it?

[spiderstaff]

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This is stupid! Not only did Kay lose her grip on the wallet she stole, but this guy had the nerve to go ahead and pick it up! What’s he planning to do with it, anyway?

She’s not in a good mood and it shows as she marches up to the stranger. She glares at him with all of the malice her tiny face can muster, planting her hands on her hips.

“Hey, that’s mine! I stole it fair and square, give it back!!”

[glidewingbard]

It's a scary thought to consider- that if he ever made it back home, there'd be nothing left for him. He didn't even know who this 'Count Bleck' was...? But L moved too fast for him to question it.

"I suppose that's true... I've never been interested in chasing fame before. But this is a new place, and a new life, isn't it? I should try new things as well. How does one start, though? Or rather, how would you go about becoming famous, friend?"

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“D- destroyed? I hope not. I’d like to go back there someday… I’ve got family there.” As much as he had been trying to keep his morale high lately, it was hard when his mind loved going back to home. He knows he could only move on from here, but he isn’t exactly ready to let go of everyone else yet. His new friend’s compliment cheers him up a little, though. Maybe this wouldn’t be that bad.

He can’t help but laugh at the thought. “Do you have plans for us to become famous or something?” He asks.

“…oh. Well, I wouldn’t stay too attached… once Count Bleck sets his sights on your world, POOF! Nothing left. I’ve seen it happen.”

It sounds harsh, but it’s a good thing, really; sacrifices have to be made to achieve Bleck’s vision for a new, perfect universe.

So why does Mr. L feel the barest hint of guilt for bringing it up?

“But, uh, don’t get too worried! The count’s going at a nice, easy pace. I’d bet you anything you’ll get to see your family before they’re–” he coughs awkwardly. “–you know.”

Mr. L continues on quickly, eager to change the subject before he gets his new song-writer too depressed: “Sure! Don’t you think these losers deserve to know how cool I am? And how talented you are? We’d be livening up their lives!”

[glidewingbard]

"D- destroyed? I hope not. I'd like to go back there someday... I've got family there." As much as he had been trying to keep his morale high lately, it was hard when his mind loved going back to home. He knows he could only move on from here, but he isn't exactly ready to let go of everyone else yet. His new friend's compliment cheers him up a little, though. Maybe this wouldn't be that bad.

He can't help but laugh at the thought. "Do you have plans for us to become famous or something?" He asks.

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The sudden change in his tone is noticable, and Bard takes note. Had he said something wrong?

“I haven’t been here long,” he says, turning his full attention now to Mr. L. “Maybe only a week? You’re actually the first person I’ve written about since I’ve arrived here. I’ve kind of been in a rut… I’m trying to find my writing groove again, but it’s been hard. This place is just so different from my home… Even my lute doesn’t seem to play right anymore.” Boy, he’s starting to sound depressing.

“But…! Maybe this song can change that,” he continues, trying to lift their collective spirits. “I don’t want to give up hope that things can get better, otherwise they never will.”

“Me too.” It’s nice to know that he isn’t the only one who’s just arrived. There’s that Blooper girl, too– all three of them seem to be struggling to adapt to their new surroundings.

“…yeah. Hey, if it’s any consolation, your home might have been destroyed by now. Even if this place is new and different, at least it still exists, right?”

His lute, huh? Mr. L doesn’t know much about instruments, but maybe he’ll get Bard a new one if he happens to see any. The guy needs the right tools if he’s going to write a masterpiece about Mr. L, after all.

“You seem like an optimistic person.” He sounds like the heroes. …maybe he’s right, though; what’s the point in wallowing when you could instead be figuring out how to come back stronger than ever?

“You’re right. I’m the perfect inspiration! By this time next week, everyone on this island will know our names!”

[glidewingbard]

The sudden change in his tone is noticable, and Bard takes note. Had he said something wrong?

"I haven't been here long," he says, turning his full attention now to Mr. L. "Maybe only a week? You're actually the first person I've written about since I've arrived here. I've kind of been in a rut... I'm trying to find my writing groove again, but it's been hard. This place is just so different from my home... Even my lute doesn't seem to play right anymore." Boy, he's starting to sound depressing.

"But...! Maybe this song can change that," he continues, trying to lift their collective spirits. "I don't want to give up hope that things can get better, otherwise they never will."

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Bard doesn’t reply right away, still rereading what he’s written.

“…Yes. Yes, this will be good. You’ve got a great story here, good sir! This looks like the beginnings of my next masterpiece.” He restacks all his papers neatly. “I can’t say when it’ll be done exactly… Give me a week, and I’ll let you know if it’s done by then.”

A week? Who knows if he’ll even be here in a week?

No. No, of course he’ll still be here by then. This is his life now– or his afterlife, depending on how he looks at it. Getting out of here is a near-unattainable goal.

His good mood soured by that realization, Mr. L gives Bard a curt nod and straightens up stiffly.

“…I can’t wait.” He falls silent with a frown; when he speaks again, his voice is far less animated than before. 

“How long have you been here? Have you just been collecting stories the whole time?”

[glidewingbard]

Bard doesn't reply right away, still rereading what he's written.

"...Yes. Yes, this will be good. You've got a great story here, good sir! This looks like the beginnings of my next masterpiece." He restacks all his papers neatly. "I can't say when it'll be done exactly... Give me a week, and I'll let you know if it's done by then."

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Bard attempts to scribble notes down faster than his hands will allow. The man’s story was riveting, and it was just reaching its peak- and just like that, it ended on a cliffhanger. Bard stops writing, almost disappointed, and looks down at what he’s written so far.

“That’s… quite a story you’ve got,” he muses. “I’m going to get a lot out of this, especially with such an ending. Ending on such a high note like that…” He scribbles down a few more ideas.

“Ah, my backstory? It’s not quite as interesting as yours, unfortunately. I’m not a very interesting person, that’s why I like to write about other people.” An uncomfortable pause, and he looks back down at his notes. “Sorry to disappoint,” he adds.

“You’re welcome.” Mr. L is getting a lot out of this, too– if there’s one thing he likes talking about, it’s himself. It’s nice to have such a captivated audience!

He nods, seeming rather unsurprised that Bard’s life hasn’t been as riveting as his own. Mr. L is a minion of Count Bleck, after all, and while he can’t remember the first twenty-something years of his life, what he can remember has been full of action and import. Not everyone can say the same about their own lives.

“Don’t worry about it.” He hadn’t really cared in the first place. “Have you heard any other cool stories, then, or is mine the best so far? I can tell you more about the heroes if you want, but they’re pretty boring compared to me.”

Mr. L adjusts his mask and leans forward to glance at Bard’s notes. “Are you going to make it into a song? When can I hear it?”

[glidewingbard]

Bard attempts to scribble notes down faster than his hands will allow. The man's story was riveting, and it was just reaching its peak- and just like that, it ended on a cliffhanger. Bard stops writing, almost disappointed, and looks down at what he's written so far.

"That's... quite a story you've got," he muses. "I'm going to get a lot out of this, especially with such an ending. Ending on such a high note like that..." He scribbles down a few more ideas.

"Ah, my backstory? It's not quite as interesting as yours, unfortunately. I'm not a very interesting person, that's why I like to write about other people." An uncomfortable pause, and he looks back down at his notes. "Sorry to disappoint," he adds.

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“…so there I was, falling through the air as the explosions scattered pieces of my bro in all directions, metal and shrapnel flying at all of us!! The heroes were all pretty beat up by that point, obviously– just a few more hits and I definitely would have defeated them. We were all crumpled and exhausted, but that wasn’t the worst of it. You remember when I mentioned that stupid-looking clown I was working with? Well he showed up out of nowhere like he always does, but instead of going back to finish the heroes off, he attacked me! Can you believe it? More explosions– BANG!– on all sides! Fire! Blinding light! Facing death without fear!!”

“…and then I showed up here. …pretty crazy, huh?” Mr. L pauses momentarily before adding an afterthought to his fifteen-minute retelling of his past battles. 

“Do you have a backstory, or something?”