“Well aside from starbits and sweets, I take a liking to fruits. We make an effort to store quite a bit whenever we visit a plant that produces them. The same goes for the other food groups of course. I try to make average household meals every so often, usually lacking in vegetables—I dislike most of them. “
“It is inadvisable to trifle with the organization known as the Wu-Tang Clan…”
“Salutations, Kirby! ” The princess called back, her expression turning bright at the sight of her new acquaintance. “I’ve been well, thank you! The Lumas and I have been training diligently for the Smash Brothers Tournament! They can’t wait to see you again!”
GOTTA FIND OUT WHO KILLED YOUR DAD
"Ah yes, I’ve heard of the infamous Falcon Punch! But I’m more wary of Little Mac’s one hit K.O…That young man has a devastating hook!"
“Oh…Well you seem to be a in merry mood today, Bowser...” How strange… “But thank you for asking! I’ve been faring well!”
"Everyone says I’m the fairest of all!" Princess Daisy of Sarasaland - Independent RP Blog
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Sunny days usually picked beings up and surged them with energy and life. It was the perfect weather for productivity, cheery dispositions, and busy schedules. Especially when it was accompanied with the season of new beginnings and fresh flower-scented air. But well, when you’re the younger brother of a hero who always ends up departing to save a princess or a kingdom, you get bored really quickly. Luigi had made plans with his brother just a couple days prior for them to hang out, but Mario was called to arms early that morning and their plans had to be canceled.
So naturally, Luigi was very bummed out today and not at all feeling cheery. The weather was great and all, but he definitely wasn’t enjoying it very much. Granted, he could still go outside and walk about the town for a while, but… it wasn’t fun to do alone. He’d already done his chores for the day and even went out of his way to do a little extra in hopes to pass the time. But his efforts were mostly in vain.
This left him without many options and ended up putting him into a very sleepy and dreary state. He’d fallen asleep on their couch while boredly watching some television, left to nap there in his quiet cottage for a while. Unfortunately for him, the state of sleep didn’t last too long… it usually didn’t these days. For his mind remained awake and busy, pulling open his previously resting lids to reveal a set of gray oculars where his blue ones used to be.
"Mm…" The man grunted as he went to sit up, reaching his arms up in a stretch. Luigi was his own being with a normal schedule and a normal life, but within him was an entirely different being with an entirely different schedule. The plumber may have went to sleep out of boredom earlier, but that didn’t exactly stop the other, busier, half of him to awaken and go about his own day.
”.. Guess I better change before I head out…” He mumbled to himself, looking down at the overalls he was currently situated in with some disgust. Luigi’s fashion choices really left a lot to be desired, and weren’t something Mr. L was fond of whatsoever. Thankfully he had his own wardrobe in their room to change into whenever he assumed control.
After putting on his usual black garb and tying his mask around his eyes, he grabbed up his tool sack from within the back of Luigi’s closet. Mr. L had been on a recent breakthrough in his mechanical works, so he was taking the wheel of their body far more frequently lately in order to work on his project. To him, Luigi had perfect timing on his nap, giving him full reign over the rest of the day… at least, until Mario came home.
This setup couldn’t be more perfect, really. All of his gear was packed and he was ready to go — that is until he heard the knocks to the front door. Knocking? Who the hell could that possibly be? Mario was gone and everyone seemed too occupied with the royal damsel in distress to come calling for Luigi. Ugh, he’d have to rid them as soon as possible if he hoped to get any work done today.
So with a huff, he made his way over to the door. Without even bothering to check who it was first, he swung the door open with some aggression. His mouth was already open, ready to shoo whoever would be standing on the other side of the door. “Hey buddy, I’m kinda busy he—…” That is until his eyes fell on a gorgeous blonde maiden. Woah… talk about an interesting guest. Hang on there, Mr. L… no need to get so hasty, hm~?
"… Well, well…~ Hello there…" He smirked, lifting his brows as he leaned forward a bit toward Rosalina - interest gleaming in his gaze. ".. What’s a beautiful woman like you doing on my doorstep, hm?"
The gruff tone of his initial statement was as jarring as the pause that followed. The princess’s expression, once merry, decayed into faint surprise. Something was off, and it wasn’t just his change in wardrobe or his tone of voice. The wave of cool, malice that burst through when the man stepped through was far out of place.
Luigi’s essence was something she had grown familiar with. There was no mistaking it. His aura was gentle and impeccably warmhearted, in spite of being mildly troubled. Rosalina didn’t sense a trace of that energy when the door of the cabin swung open. In fact, there was not an ounce of familiarity that accompanied his presence. It was as though she had encountered someone brand new entirely.
Those stone colored eyes made her uneasy—had they always been gray? If her memory served her correctly, Luigi’s eyes were as blue as the daylight’s sky. When he spoke again, her eyes instinctively narrowed out of bewilderment. The confidence of his speech and smooth nature in which his words were delivered baffled her.
The impulse to take a step back was overwhelming, but Rosalina kept her feet planted in place even as the man dared to lean closer. He absolutely shameless! Luigi was far too timid to make prolonged eye contact with her, let alone fix his lips to flirt. Yet here he stood, having done both without batting an eye. However, that was not he most unsettling part of the situation. Why was it that he spoke as though he didn’t know he at all? That thought was enough to soften her features into a mask of concern.
”Salutations." Rosalina murmured solemnly, silently wishing that he would stop smirking at her. "I came to see if you would like to accompany me out on the town today…I had a bit of time to visit, but…” Another lengthy pause occupied the space around him, allowing her a moment to study her old friend more intently. Her head tipped into an incline as she attempted to pinpoint the problem to no avail. “Are you feeling well, Luigi? You seem…you seem to be a peculiar sort of mood today.”
The trail that led to the Mario Brother’s cabin was easily one of Rosalina’s favorite locations in the Mushroom Kingdom. Winter had been shooed away by the Spring with all of it’s gentle warmth. Fields on either side of the path spread out like emerald seas, chasing the skies overhead. Petals from the flourishing plant life rose on the breeze with the pollen and the worker bees. It was weather fitting for the merry nature of the Mushroom Kingdom.
After learning that the youngest Mario Brother had been left behind while Mario was off rescuing Peach, Rosalina decided that she should use her free time to catch up with him. Many ticks in time had passed since they had last spoken. That aside, it was much too beautiful for anyone to be cooped up inside of a cabin all day!
Soft humming drifted from her lips as she progressed down the trail, leaving soft soft prints behind with every step. The aroma of baked goods filled the air around her, courtesy of the gift basket that was wrapped within her dainty fingers. Her eyes were bright with appreciation of her placid setting, which caused her to stroll at a leisurely pace. She had nothing planned for the day ahead, but she certainly hoped that Luigi would be up to venturing out into the daylight.
Before long the quaint little cottage occupied by the Kingdom’s heroes came into view. The content chuckle escaped her at the sight of it. Their home was just as enchanting as she had always remembered it to be, perfectly picturesque against the grassy terrain and the blooming flora.
Rosalina quickened her pace as she neared the cabin door, undoubtedly excited to see her old friend. After shooting a quick glance down at her basket of treats to ensure the bees hadn’t invaded the contents, she princess knocked rapped on the surface of the front door, readied for Luigi’s greeting with a lively smile.
Hot damn, how long has it been?
This was the sole question that stormed through the delinquent’s mind as he and two others basked underneath the sun’s watchful gaze. That twinge of disbelief still grounded it’s place with his psyche. There was a multitude of reasons, ranging from the ratio of chance to the wonder if it’d actually be the right thing. If there had to be one thing that annoyed the young contractor at the pinnacle of youth, it’d be the mantle of responsibility that came with caring for so damn much.
So many faces swirled within the pot of random outcome that was his mind. This abnormal need to make sure that their lives would be something they could never complain about. Underneath the facade of a lazy man, there was a being that grew to have a big heart, daring to bare all the responsibilities that came with it. This is what led to Oga’s return to that big blue gem known as Earth, where his most pressing of trials would rear their head as a new monstrosity.
It was the very incarnation of the devil that led to a showdown upon multiple planes.
That was only the beginning to what led to the two year absence of a place he could call a home away from home. Carving a niche into a realm that spared him a bit of kindness, like the many others that entered his life, they made their mark of keeping into his selfish way of thinking. They were woven into Oga’s selfish way of doing things; it always led to their benefit to reach an easy way of living. The Mushroom Kingdom, not a single bit of him wouldn’t consider in denying that he missed it.
If he thought about it, this was the brightest contrast to the dreary, dark and flaming realm that two quick paced years were spent in. Oga’s responsibilities as a royal contractor had come into play the moment the Great Demon Lord had summoned a meeting. It wasn’t only him either; all seven bearers of a demon of sin had to attend. Except, it was anything but a meeting. Since anyone with a lick of sense knows that what should be a temporary meet doesn’t last for a freaking two years.
One after another, so many new trials, discoveries and challenges stood before the pair and they stormed through it all. Apparently defeating Satan had only been the official beginning to what would be his crazy life. Just the thought alone had already caused a mild pound of a headache to make itself at home. Thinking back on the lighter side of things, he could still pinpoint the time where that desire to keep on a promise he made bloomed with an intensity that made impulse act beyond all else.
Instead of keeping it a secret, the concerned faces of his best friend and family had led to the delinquent spilling his intentions. He didn’t plan to stay in the crazy town that marked the beginning of his multiple adventures. Just as he imagined, there wasn’t a lick of backlash aside from a few sullen faces here and there. It was a gut feeling within the group, out of them all, their proclaimed leader and the tyke upon his shoulder were always the ones to get thrown into crazy situations while they dragged along for the ride. So why deny a fact of life when it had its rounds to do?
Never being the sort for the sappy sense of farewells, an ‘exiling’ had took place upon the school grounds of Ishiyama. The time limit? It’d only last as long necessary for however as long it took Ishiyama’s best to do what he needed too. Death threats, proud waves and salutes were what him, Beel and the newest member of the family have gave a walk away wave at. Jumping back to the current reality, Oga hadn’t even realized a soft chuckle came from his lips. There was also the return. It was a collected memory that hadn’t happened long ago at all.
Just the remembrance had caused him to softly scoff, a soft tint of pink warming up on the build of his cheeks. Embarrassment was intertwined with happiness at this point, the moment he took the princess of this Kingdom into his arms. Being met with a tearful face and a smile had been the last thing he expected, nor something he could take for even a few seconds. The three had curled around the monarch in a reassuring embrace, all so they could release a small fraction of the stowed away ache that the time apart developed.
It was then; the reverie of remembrance had been snapped away from the increased excess of wind blowing around the field. Snapping quick to his senses, that’s when Oga realized that the two very bored children had been pecking at his neck with a series of pokes to garner his attention, those only increased in ferocity once the sight that once Beel seen, yet Nico had was spotted overhead. Looking up as well, he could only shake his head softly as another pleasant rush of emotion worked up in his frame. Did she really..?
Instead of squandering, his strong legs pressed into action as he crossed soft land and lush grass in order to meet another important figure within his life.
Once the distance was closed, that’s when the trio stared with a set of stunned looks and one very curious stare. For a moment, they didn’t even know where to begin and what to even say for that matter. A soft wind blew across the field as a heartfelt sentiment was traded to the delinquent youth. Mouth softly agape at first, this time where wouldn’t be no hiding it. Those eyes of her’s, they still looked as strong as ever. Being a parental figure in arms, he could tell where a good portion of that strength stemmed from.
Also— Just how much he had been adjusted to being around them. Being around someone who he’d consider both a true partner and friend, in every sense of the word. ..Damn it, was it really the time to be getting all sentimental now?
Slowly forming, it hardly took a second at all before a proud smile would work across his features. He was damn happy and he knew it. Though— good thing no one said he’d be the only one.
"Rosie, y— gmmh..!?" His speech would be stopped sort from a pair of tiny hands smooshing his face, as this time, a pair of children would rise and balance up upon Oga’s shoulder. Squatting just a bit, young Nico was following through with a hastily set plan made by her big brother. A happy squeal burst from Beel’s lips, rousing a cheer from Nico as well as they’d leap in synch off of his shoulder, crossing the shoulder bridge of distance to with every intention to tackle themselves into Rosalina’s arms, a sign of trust.
What was a look of mild disbelief had faded as he softly shook his head with a still strong grin.
“We missed you a heckuva lot too.”
Though their quietly sentimental moment had been interrupted by a pair of eager toddlers, it was anything but ruined. Nay, it made for a moment that perfectly described their entire relationship; spontaneous, lighthearted, and loving. It was all picture perfect in through her eyes.
A mildly startled exclamation of “Oh!” sprung from her lips simultaneously as her parental prowess shifted into gear. Without thinking her arms circled around the two children, safely securing them in her grasp. ”Baby Beel!" A stream of laughter arose from her smiling lips as she tilted her head back to get a better luck at the demon child, only to shower his round face in kisses moments later. "You've gotten stronger since I've last seen you, haven't you? Mhm, just like your father…" She murmured, sure to throw a quick glance at Oga.
“Wait—" The sudden shift in her expression was drastic almost to the point of being comical. It had taken those several passing moments for a thought that was quite obvious to occur to her. There was a baby girl in her arms. Of course, Rosalina was aware that she had been there the entire time, but the fact that this child was someone completely new only registered in her mind in that exact moment.
Gradually her expression softened, her eyes still slightly wide with curiosity and admiration. An aura that was as powerful as it was innocent radiated from her. It was an extraordinarily familiar feeling, one that made the star keeper feel as through she had known this little girl for years rather than moments. She didn’t need to ask. This was Baby Beel’s sister and Oga Tatsumi’s child.
Momentarily at loss for words, Rosalina rested her chin on the girl’s head as her arms tightened into a complete embrace. To anyone who didn’t know any better, it looked as though the woman would burst into tears of joy, and goodness, did she have the urge to so. She blinked the prickling sensation on her eyes away as a smile unraveled on her lips once more.
“Welcome to the family…" Whispered to the new addition before planting kiss on head. ”I’ve two questions for you." She said after clearing her throat, now refocused on the father of the group. "What is her name?And just how terribly has she wound you around her finger?”
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It had been quite some time since she had been able to explore her former home. Naturally it had changed quite some time since she had lived there. Princess Peach’s era of reign had brought about countless renovations, making the castle much bigger than it had even been. Rosalina enjoyed traversing through the castle whenever she got the chance, discovering things of new and old.
On one special eve she discovered the Hall of Kings. Portraits in gold frames frames extended down the corridor for as far as the eye could see. Polished plaques were fixed beneath each painting, their names and periods of reign etched on the surface. The star keeper took the time to acknowledge each one of her ancestors with curious eyes, until she realized she would be meeting up with a familiar face.
It was there that she found the man she admired above any other she had ever met. There he was, frozen in time, exactly as she remembered him in her youth. The sight of him brought her to a complete standstill. He was made up entirely of brush strokes, but he looked so real. The more childish part of her almost expected her to wave hello. “Papa…”
He was exquisitely handsome, one of the more dashing kings indeed. He had kept his light blonde hair short, which would have made him look boyish had it not been for his square jaw and straight nose. A hand settled over her lips, muffling her soft chuckling as she recalled instances in which he had made women blush by merely glancing at them. It was fortunate that he had been madly in love with her mother, for he was capable of winning over any woman if he desired to do so.
Her father smiled brightly, revealing a set of pearly teeth. Rosalina couldn’t help but smile back at him. That smile exposed his mischievous charm. Her sense of adventure had been inherited from him. He was the type of man to sneak away from his royal duties to take his children tree climbing or horseback riding. Of course this was always to her mother’s chagrin, but he was always willing accept being scolded in exchange for fun. He was hardheaded, boisterous and fun loving. His spirit was wild and free.
A painting would never be able to do such a man justice, but Rosalina couldn’t help but be surprised as to how well the artist captured the whimsical nature of his eyes. Silver and bright with the spark of youth that he maintained through the years. Just by looking into his gaze, one could assume he was a avid daydreamer. Nonetheless, they had the potential to sharpen into steely glares, fitting for an intimidating king when need be. Rosalina hardly got to see that side of him. Though he was capable of becoming the daunting ruler that was often required in maintaining a kingdom, he made an effort to only let his children see the fatherly side.
She knew better than to touch paintings for the sake of persevering the quality, but Rosalina couldn’t resist putting her fingers to his face. The surface of portrait was relatively smooth, but when she closed her eyes she could swear that she felt his stubbly beard and the warmth of his skin beneath her fingertips. His broad shoulders and strong arms made for a safe haven for a frightened child. It was impossible for someone to not feel secure while wrapped within his embrace.
So long as I may live, you are safe in my arms, my little rose.
He was telling the truth, for he had been invincible back then.
Suddenly her memories began to teeter into darker times. A breath caught in her throat as her lashes fluttered open abruptly. She never wanted to remember him as he was when he was nearing his death. Her eyes flickered back up to his framed image. Even in the presence of his portrait her smile became automatic. He always hated to see her in a saddened state. All he ever wanted was to make the ones he loved smile.
Gradually, she backed away admiring the painted king for a few more lingering moments before turning completely. Slowly she progressed the opposite way, but his image remained as clear in her eyes as his voice was in her ears.
No matter what may come, you’ll always keep smiling for me, right?
”Of course.” She murmured out loud, triggering a short bout of deja vu. These were words from their final conversation. She suppressed the image of his sickened face, and replaced it with the vibrant man in the painting. The only thing she withdrew from that day was his voice with all of its everlasting compassion and strength. “I love you, Papa."
And I love you, my little rose. Forever and always.
“Forever and always.”