⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ 〝oh, well .. y’know .. let bygones be bygones!〞
⠀⠀⠀ * While making that statement, mario kept his eyes focused on wherever the other was going .. whether their whole body or just parts of their body.
It almost felt like yesterday when him & the gang had to battle the evil jester. what a day that was!
ah , let bygones be bygones ? it tilts its head to that , their nonexistent brows raising high .
well now , that was awful high - esteemed praise coming from old nemesis .
“ hero of light , of purity and kindness ; pray tell , you cast my sins aside for the sake of moving forward , or do my own ears play tricks ? ”
what an awful trick for his eardrums to play , were it the case ! instead , jester apparates into nothingness , only reappearing beside mario upon their own two feet , stood amicably shorter than regarded savior of mushroom kingdom as hands come in offering of passive truce (?) .
“ may our futures be brighter than stars , dearest mario . to a new beginning , to a new chapter to our story . ”
⠀⠀⠀ * A slight nervousness hit his slightly quiet voice, which was very unintentional!
oh , this was going to be fun . they cant their head back , reveling in the industrial - built anxiety portrayed by old rival . “ oh , joyous days ! you truly believe i , DIMENTIO , look ravishing ? my , MY ! and here i thought you harbored ill - will since our last departure . ”
hand flies up , gracefully twirled into a bow . don’t let jesters fool you , mario .
⠀⠀⠀ * he’s smiling at the reader! he’s in a good mood, as usual.
“ oh , what ho and behold , the plumber returns ! ”
they perch their cheek into awaiting palm , inspired by how awe - struck its own self is over seeing mario once more .
if you are a dimentio apologist // dimentio redemptionist , ship them with any of those he's traumatized ( ex. luigi , peach , bleck / blumiere ) , or overall think of them erotically . . . news flash , this is NOT the blog for you .
“ quiero llamar a mi querida princesa , la que me provoca así . peach , que mi lengua fluida coaccione tu oído . ¿ no te agrada esto ? ¿ yo hablando tan diligente y orgulloso en una lengua materna familiar ? espero que haga gatear su piel . ”
That voice, she could never forget it, the fights against all those creatures, all those monsters like Mimi and Francis. Those manipulated by this Joker to get all hearts, to manipulate Luigi, to do all those hideous things. Sat in her throne, she froze in place, hands glasping tight the arms of her royal chair, not this again. Not the joker again, she didn’t want to deal with those antics again, that NIGHTMARE again.
“We… W-we defeated you! How?. You know that you’re not welcome here, Dimentio… leave. I’m asking nicely”
Clear blue eyes narrowed when she looked at that mask, that smile, the smile that almost condemn all of them for power, for just lust of power…. To say that she was a bit perturbed, it could be an statement, as she was, but has to be brave for the sake of her people… to protect those that are not at fault, and deserve not to see nor to experience the MADNESS of this crazed jester.
“Dimentio, hear my words, because I will only say this once. We stopped you once. We can do it a second time!”
That threat was not a threat at all, mostly a warning that she is not in the mood to be messed with, not after she encountered them again… scared of what it would happen if they are on the loose again…. that thought alone send shivers down her spine.
oh , how fortunate for those heroes of heart ! seems all they ever needed was one another . it studies princess as she stands firm on her throne , ever so poised yet crassly building sweat upon solemn brow . how queer , dimentio never unveiled their intentions -- not yet at least . it watches peach squirm , like an ant under a magnifying glass . poor innocent peach . . . what nonsense !
“ oh , i hear you ! loud and clear , like the resounding echo of tormented children throughout a gymnasium . i merely won’t heed caution . ”
“ how perfect , mm ? after all this time , some odd fifteen years , i make my big debut -- and you spit upon my very shoes ? and here i thought royalty couldn’t sink any lower . . . ”
familiar sparkle manifests off a finger , hovers ominously in air as they twirl it about in a little loop . how cute , she thinks she stands a chance against chaos’s resurgence ? it’s almost admirable if it weren’t impractical and purposeless . their form snaps into a wave of resounding pulses , only to reappear standing beside princess’s throne . no self - preservation , not when they knew she wouldn’t swing . not in front of her own court .
“ come now , princess toadstool . you know better than i do how a joke can backfire . don’t lose your cool over mere jester’s japery . ”
“ speaking of , i have a real kicker for you . what happens when an old root -- forgotten and left in soil -- resurfaces ? ”
it doesn’t wait for an answer , finger snapping without any sign of what its doing has undone . an open ended question , left to rot in the terse air between harlequin and traumatized monarch , only so that jester can float off from floor and towards the middle of court hall .
“ i suppose i’ll leave luigi to answer that one for me . ”
headcanons : chaos heart // az vessel –-– @chaosdisowned
dimentio treats the heart almost like one would an ex - significant other , though it acts more scorned than them .
they tend to treat az like an under - appreciated understudy . true ' you're merely holding onto it for me ' mentality .
dimentio absolutely sees her as a means to an out // placeholder . she shouldn't be here , i'll leave her be until my time comes , etc etc .
they have a habit of forgetting about az being a part of things now , leaving her behind or even abandoning her to fight others due to her ability to hone the heart .
oh , y’know , constant reminders to do as the heart tells you .
“ oh joyous day , like the wild beckoning of wedding bells -- come hither , fellow fool ! please , please ; make yourself at home , shed your shell of shackles that once held vice to sanity . ”
what fun ! after all this time , another free from mortal innocence that blinds the society illusioned by structure . angled commodity floats its way over , a bow graced once set upon boots before opposing jester , their diamonds sparkling all the brighter with glee .
“ name , my friend ! name , what title do i bid thee ? oh , the irritation of the anticipation -- i am master of dimensions , pleaser of crowds ! call me dimentio , your humbled affair in comradery . ”
don’t be mean , it’s his birthday , he’s just a little guy ! a little birthday guy , you wouldn’t hit a guy on his birthday , would you captain of the brig ?
“Oh, I just like to keep track of my age just cuz… It’s just something humans do. We keep track of our age. I’m not counting down the days before I die. Hell, with my odd powers I don’t know WHEN I’ll die. Maybe I lost the ability to age with the powers I got? Who knows? Maybe I don’t age when I’m on the subway.” she replies with an offered shrug. She really had no idea. But her powers were NOT something a normal human being had. Hell on the subway she could even bring people back to life if their bodies weren’t mutilated beyond recognition.
It was strange, she never really had anyone intrigued with her before. Usually they were scared of her. That was most of the time what happened. No one really wanted to get to know her, impress her, or even spend time with her. People wanted to get the HELL away from her, for good reasons too. She was happy for a change for once in her life. To have some pleasant company in her subways.
At the suggestion, she turns her frame a bit to cast her dark gaze out the window. Her eyes narrowed, wondering what she was looking for. Then she spotted it.
Her eyes widened with wonder as she watched what unfolded. She wasn’t much one for pretty things, but this was NOT something you saw everyday. It seemed just like magic. It was crazy what this jester could do now. It was impressive they could even do that in a subway that already was it’s own dimension.
Eleanor blinks a little bit, eyes casting over to the smaller one. She watches as they reach out and grasp the bouquet. Then it was offered to her. She felt her cheeks heat up a bit. A tint of a blush forming on her pale pale cheeks. It was very noticeable and there was no way to hide it. The red contrasted against the white.
“My, aren’t you a charmer?” she chuckles, covering her mouth his her hand as she chuckles into it. She reaches out and takes the magical roses, and holds them to her chest. “Ah… I need to have a place to put them. I don’t really have a place, let alone a vase or anything… I never expected to be given flowers before…”
oh , they hadn’t quite thought of that , had they ?
a hum contrasts her as the harlequin snaps its fingers . within her very arms do the flowers exceed the regular span of time’s passing , quickly wilting , decaying , and falling to rot that merely sprinkles off stems in glittering sparkles . and to fill its place sprout new bulbs , slowly blooming in spiraling swirls that splay out pastels to vibrant waters once more , only for the cycle to continue as the jester leans back in cabin seat .
“ life as an existence is meaningless , don’t you think ? we age , and within our own bodies deteriorate into nothingness , only for the newer generations to relive that same grief and suffering we endured . it is one joyous occasion of being born only growing dimmer and darker the longer we stay alive . ”
hand rolls , swishes out a singular flower’s head upon their palm . held to the window , glistening with dew droplets upon petals that shine in subway tunnel’s lights , dimentio carries on .
“ and yet , the miracle of beauty is everlasting , never truly gone within the confines of sorrow and dismay . i suppose what comes with nature’s demise is always a petrified glamor that relishes the life lived , much like that of a fossil trapped in resin . ”
“ pass me the roses , eleanor . let’s end them so that they may live on eternally . ”
they don’t wait , hands flying over to scoop them up and viscerally crush flora between palms . light spews out in fluttering flashes as colors spill like ichor from crevices between hands , only for them to peel apart to reveal that glowing star again . beauty , in purest form . wordlessly , jester shifts forward in seat until they’re knee - to - knee with eleanor , fingers edging closer until the odd warmth of gloved limbs can press flush to the crest of her sternum and insert the medallion glimmer into her chest’s core . right into her heart . there’s an tingling sense of numb static , like pins and needles , before utter warmth of memory being gifted upon oneself properly adjusts . this wasn’t just a memory of seeing . all her senses were present ; her own happy place to resign to , a dimension for eleanor within her mind .
“You’re centuries old? My, that is quite old! Much older than I am. I’m only thirty years old. You’ve probably seen many things in your life. You probably have some interesting tales to share, no?” she asks him.
She turns her frame a bit to face them. Resting her elbow on the subway wall and propping her head up with a palm. This was certainly interesting! She never recalled meeting a being that was so old! Most of the time when she ran into other worldly beings, they were at tops, hundreds of years old. She recalled the oldest she met was in his first thousands, and the guy LOOKED old too! Maybe Dimentio didn’t age? Maybe they were immortal? She thirsted to learn more about them.
Her smile twists, more into something more genuine. As if she was enjoying their little conversation. It was less creepy, and more pleasant. It was almost like a smile of a mother.
“Ah, that’s quite amazing! Can you go to any of them on whim?” she questions. “So you can control any dimension? Or is it just ones you create, if you can?”
“ oh , my dear sweet eleanor . . . age is but a number the universe coerces us as mortal beings to count , much like a calendar ! why bother keeping score against the loom of death when everyday can be lived as though it were your last ? live everyday on edge , risk it all or do not live at all . ”
matriarch or murderer , it seemed the cryptid’s attention was dead set on her and her alone . forget the roam of looming lights , or disproportionate heights stifled between them , or perhaps even the lingering presence of ghost children . dimentio’s intrigue lie with eleanor and only eleanor . it cants its head as she does , a delighted little mimicry of her kinder spirit . talk about a mood change . maybe he’ll humor a few of her more intrusive questions .
“ any at all , with the snap of a finger mind you . as for controlling them , oh ho ho . . . merely direct your gaze out the window , would you ? ”
surely an impossible task , arduous for someone trapped upon magical train , right ? yet , there in the bleak blurs of passing subway tunnel , something floats just as fast outside car window . a star , born from glimmering sparkles often cast as an attack of the jester’s , yet all it does is spiral and metamorphize into long , slithering stems before multicolored hues of roses splash out like droplets of watercolor paint upon an easel’s canvas .
of course , they chuckle at what can only be assumed as disbelief .
“ you’ve seen the magic , now for the trick . ”
as if glass pane was a mere illusion , in floats bouquet of self - blooming roses for the dimensional deity to grasp . into palm its taken , only to be offered towards beauty just as capturing as floral arrangement .
“ this time , i ought to let you believe for yourself , mm ? ”
how mundane , sitting together on a public transit –-– careful , someone might think they're married ! the way cynical eyes trace its form , dimentio gives needed pause before twirling out a hand in wrist - rolling gesture . “ centuries , actually ! like the tea stains a mimicry of aged parchment , i — DIMENTIO — am old . ”
that's not to say he's without his charm ! jawline sinks into awaiting palm , leans into phantom elbow , all to keenly invest interest where sanctioned best ; those eyes . though its own remain like night and day , hers glisten like the twilight reflection on murky water's surface , pools of inky ebonies swallowing the masque's awareness and tunneling their focus solely unto eleanor .
my , it seems as though she intends to enrapture them just by mere encroaching personal space . and surprisingly ? it doesn't mind .
“ i suppose i could start there , ” chirps eerily inviting . “ i control the many plains of dimensions ; one , two , three , four –-– pockets , parallels , folds , rifts . . . if it exists , i can manipulate any variation from any line i so choose . ”
thespio:
“ with idled pleasure , my lady . ” from hover it pops like popcorn kernel , slowly descending until landing upon car’s seat with a toy - like squeak . how humble ! legs cross , one over the other , as limbless jester turns to face precedented accomplice .
she wishes to know more of his very being ? a laugh echoes with mock sultry and a flirtatious edge . “ i dare say , unfolding me already ? you’re quite straight to the point ! ” out slithers glove to stave off any glares or blinks of confusion .
“ i jest , i jest . ”
plenty of japes to be had yet , what say the many trapped spirits . harlequin tilts its head with a snigger , hushed kekes hissing betwixt masked teeth . “ there is not much to say without provocation , dearest eleanor . perhaps your morbid sense of curiosity could itch this jester’s old brain for more ? ”
Eleanor slowly takes a seat on the chair next to the Jester. She folds her hands onto her lap, one hand over the other. Sinking back into the cushion of the plush subway chair.
It’s been a while since she let anyone survive a trip on the subway. Way too long. Most people who came by were annoying as hell. Just wanted to go some place they dreamt of. But it seemed this strange little fellow, was more interested in her than any sort of destination. It was almost flattering!
Finally, she shows her true form. Casting off her shadow to reveal a pale woman with messy wavy hair. Her smile was STILL creepy as ever as she sat there grinning like no tomorrow. Honestly, some people found her human form to be more creepy than her shadow form.
“I’m a rather straight forward girl. I don’t like to beat around the bushes. It just wastes time. I’m curious of you and your life. It’s not every day I get to meet ‘Master of dimensions,’” she chuckles, raising a few finger tips to her lips as she did.
“Old brain?” she echoes, looking down at them. She squints her dark eyes a little bit. Lowering her head a tad. “You’re old? You seem pretty young to me!” Was that a jab of some kind, a joke, or was she serious and DID think they were young?