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[Xanmyral]

Don't think this is still accepting sheets but posting to watch either way, this is sure to be entertaining.

[flabort]

((There's a mechanic, apparently, involving waitlisters. I'm sure there's no harm in making a sheet))

Roger basks in the sunlight outdoors, ignoring the bustle inside. It called back in, "Let me know if you find anything interesting, or need a little extra cash for something!"
Obviously the sun is doing it some good.

[monk12]

	"You know, the more I think about it, the more I like Mowsalyn's team name. Anyone object if I go tell that Register Toad to write us up under 'The Seekers'?"

As the team split up to buy supplies, Ash swayed over to a corner by herself.

	"Alright Ashton, what's the money situation look like down there?"
	"you know what this is a lot of coin Ashley what if that guy comes looking for us I mean we got his badge and his money and all and he is probably pretty mad about that"
	"Don't worry about it, our disguise is perfect! We got the hero gig, right?"
	"uh I don't know Ashley that Register Toad seems a few coins short of a change drawer if you know what I mean and also we were not pretending to be him while wearing his own outer garments"
	"Look, we'll burn that bridge when we come to it. Now walk over there, I want to see if we have enough coin to buy anything."
	"Ashley please use your words I cannot see what direction you are pointing"

Murmuring softly to herself, Ash walks unsteadily toward Warioware: Mega Magic!

[Dwarmin]

((I think it's funny our first action was to run to five different stores and make FFS gen them all. lol))

[monk12]

((Hey, we only ran into THREE different stores! And I don't know as my character is capable of more than a hustle.))

[Xanmyral]

((There's a mechanic, apparently, involving waitlisters. I'm sure there's no harm in making a sheet))

Fair enough, wouldn't hurt to at least make one. Fun to make a silly character every now and again, if nothing else.

Spoiler: Application (click to show/hide)

Bio: It was a dark and stormy night... Well, if by dark you meant quite bright, stormy overcast, and by night you meant day. ...Okay, so it was a bright, overcast day in a generic fuzzy infested forest, and as per the usual two fuzzies were lazing about like the parasites they are. "Meork man, this day is beat as all get out. Boring.... So boring..." "Hey Meork, stop meorking around and do something! Today is a bright, shining, wonderful day, so done get up off yer lazy fuzz!" "Nyeah! I wanna be meorking bored if I want to be meorking bored!" "Well nyeah to you too buddy!" "Meork, I ain't your buddy, guy!" "Well, I ain't your meorking guy, pal!" "Oh yeah, well nyeah I a--"

Thankfully before that conversation was trapped in a loop, there was a rustle in the bushes! And what a strange rustle indeed, for much to the two's surprise (well, surprised after a minute or two as they were still bickering) a human with a pith helmet, a strange metal stick, a sturdy pair of glasses and strange tan colored clothing with all sorts of buttons all over it. "Hm... Smithers! ...Smithers, I don't believe this is the safari, where are we Smithers? ...Smithers?! I say, you just can't find bloody good help these days." "MEORK MAN, DON'T GO SNEAKING UP ON US LIKE THAT!" "Oh my! Haven't your parents told you to never shout at a stranger, much less talk to one? Good heavens, you nearly scared the light out of me."

The man took a kerchief out of a front pocket and wiped his reddened nose with it as he got a look at the two hooligans, but frankly couldn't make out anything past all the grime on his glasses. "Meork man, who does this fella think he is?" "Oh bother, I can't see anything through this dreadful grime, excuse me for one second you hooligans and I'll get right back to the tongue lashings." The man muttered as he tried to wipe the glasses off first with the kerchief. "Some weird strange weird guy who weirdly sneaks up on people all weird like in the bushes I bet!" Hm, no, that didn't work at all, perhaps his shirt? Oh how dreadful, to be forced into such a deplored depravity as to clean one's glasses with their very clothing! "MEORK, you're right! He's gotta be dangerous and all that stuff, Meork man, you go to one side, I'll get the other!" Oh where is Smithers when you need hi--Oh it seems the two hooligans are moving. Ah well, clear enough now. "Now then, you two stay right ther--Oh my. What in the blazes are you? Something good to hunt I bet! Smithers, my powder! ...Oh, right." "NOW!" "WITH MY LAST WORDS, I CURSE SMITHERS! OW, that hurt you rapscal--OW!"

Sufficient to say, much horrific screaming was had. "Aw right, look at all this meorking sweet swag man!" "Meork man, I know! I call the funny stick!" "Aw man... Fine, have your stupid funny stick you Meork, I'll take these round thingies and this round thingy." The Fuzzy, with great difficulty due to being limbless, managed to first get the helmet on his head! Success was almost at hand to show up that other stupid no good stupid meorking meork that it made the wrong choice in swag! The Fuzzy then reached headbutted the glasses firmly on his face! Suc--The glasses glinted in a light that didn't exist. Its eyes looked straight ahead, and its ever presently open maw swung shut. After a long silence, the Fuzzy spoke in a composed manner. "...I say." "Dude, you sound like a Meork."

And thus began re-began the wild tale of Duke Perceval.

Name: Duke Perceval
Race: Fuzzy
Gender: Fuzzy

HP: 10
FP: 10
Strength: 1d4

Mastered badge: Whatever is appropriate for the race
Additional badge:

[IronyOwl]

((Hey, we only ran into THREE different stores! And I don't know as my character is capable of more than a hustle.))

((I'll bet he could run on all fours in an extremely peculiar but nonetheless effective manner.))

[monk12]

((Hey, we only ran into THREE different stores! And I don't know as my character is capable of more than a hustle.))

((I'll bet he could run on all fours in an extremely peculiar but nonetheless effective manner.))

((Bless you, Irony))

	"Move it, Ashton! It's taking forever to get anywhere this way."
	"well uh excuse me for not being able to sprint while carrying my own body weight and also I'm blind"
	"No, this is a serious problem. What happens if we have to cheese it for some reason? If we have to abscond then we'll have to ditch the coat, and that'll blow our cover."
	"Ashley you keep saying "abscond" but I am not entirely sure you know what that word really means and besides what kind of Hero spends all their time running away anyway"
	"An alive hero, that's what kind. You know, these sleeves look pretty baggy..."
	"Ashley I know you're pondering what I'm pondering but if people see bare feet peeking out where they'd expect to see hands then the jig will be up and also we'd look hella hunchbacked"
	"If anyone asks, we're horribly deformed from a terrible magical accident. That explains why we're constantly concealed from head to toe, too!"
	"ooh right like we're so ugly with arms where our face should be and stuff like that what makes everyone within line of sight vomit up everything they've eaten that week all over the place like we were a Medusa of bile or something yeah I can get behind that but I do not know as you have the acrobatic goods to essentially put on a pair of pants both legs at once while standing three feet above the ground and also the pants are too long for you"
	"I've been training for this moment my whole life! DACHSHUND FORMATION GO!"

Ash's arms ripple forward before her entire torso lurches over, leaving her on hands and knees... uh, hands and fee- well feet and feet it looks like, before the sleeves are carefully adjusted to cover the naked extremities. A noise not unlike a muffled high-five emerges from the trenchcoat before the oddly humped individual scampers off to Warioware: Mega Magic at a much accelerated pace.

[GreatWyrmGold]

((That's going to be hard on the sleeves.))

[Blade Master Model 42]

((And my sides.))

[freeformschooler]

~Prologue Pt. 4~

Mowsalyn dumped out the rest of her pockets, revealing only strings, buttons, sand, bones, paper and a single tiny wiggler-which turned red and retreated back into her pocket. She frowned, her nose and ears drooping.

Oh well! Time to make her money go as far as it could...

Action: Scurry over to Cheep Cheep Deals!

Mowsalyn scurried over to a run-down stall that looked empty at first. Moving closer, she noticed a little glass aquarium sitting in the back. A red Cheep-cheep hopped to the surface and cling to the glass with its wing-fins.

: "AY, GURL! Welcome ta CHEAP CHEEP'S DEALS! I'm CHEAP CHEEP and I'll be yer host today! I gots everything ya need and no guarantees! If yer looking fer badges, whappins, shrooms or tickets to last night's game, it's all here, one way or another!"

Her few remaining gold coins trembled at the sight of such a shady, handsome salesman. She didn't see any merchandise displayed up front. Something was definitely fishy about this store.

Sir Bigglesworth was not daunted. In fact, 'daunted' was not part of his dictionary. Just like 'cowardice', 'shame' or 'too old'.

March straight into the Armory and examine yon wares with great interest.

Follow good Sir Bigglesworth to King Koop's Overstock Armory!

Sir Bigglesworth the Righteous walked over to King Koop's armory. Mimic Guy mimicked him. The stall was hewn from grey stone, and a very familiar face was carved all over it. A Koopa Troopa with squinted eyes greeted them.

"Ahaaha, greetings. We're a tad low on stock today. How may I help you...?"

: 200 coins
: 300 coins
: 600 coins

[2][3] It occured to both Bigglesworth and Mimic Guy that something wasn't right about the shop's overall theme, but they couldn't quite place or care what it was.

((And my sides.))

((mine, too))

	"Look, we'll burn that bridge when we come to it. Now walk over there, I want to see if we have enough coin to buy anything."
	"Ashley please use your words I cannot see what direction you are pointing"

Murmuring softly to herself, Ash walks unsteadily toward Warioware: Mega Magic!

Ash did the Dachsund Shuffle all the way to WarioWare: Mega Magic. This was a fairly popular stall - several critters were waving around bags of coins toward the shopkeeper. When the totally inconspicuous bounty hunter finally made his way to the front of the line, he saw a diminuitive girl behind the counter.

: "MmmHMHMHMHMM! Welcome, my friend, to Warioware: Mega Magic. I think you'll find our offerings... enchanting."

: 500 Coins
: 600 Coins
: 1000 Coins
: 1000 Coins
: 3000 Coins

((There's a mechanic, apparently, involving waitlisters. I'm sure there's no harm in making a sheet))

Roger basks in the sunlight outdoors, ignoring the bustle inside. It called back in, "Let me know if you find anything interesting, or need a little extra cash for something!"
Obviously the sun is doing it some good.

Roger slid outside the Hero Forge, feeling instantly refreshed by the sun. A wooden walkway above the ocean stretched all the way back to the main part of Toad Town. Towering over most of the traders jogging back and forth on wooden planks, Roger could easily see a cruise ship docking just a quick jaunt away. Maybe that's where "Junior" would be?

As the large, blue Pokey strolled across, he noticed a set of planks creaking loosely under his weight. Scurrying off them, he turned around and saw five or six boards on the walkway were missing a bunch of nails. That didn't look safe at all... in fact, upon closer inspection, it looked like the boards were being bashed from the bottom, their nails coming looser and looser as he watched!

[1]

*CRK-KOOM*

: "BWAAAARG!"

A GIANT, gelatinous creature erupted from the watery depths below, shattering the planks with the full force of its wobbly head. Just feet away, Roger was stunned. Not even started on his first quest and he was already up against some sort of undersea monster! The blue beast retreated back into the water for a moment and burst out even closer to Roger, sending the shards of another wooden board into the ocean.

: "AM TAKE BAAAAAAAAAACK!"

Everyone else on the walkway - traders, children, wanderers - clamored away from the gaping hole where this frightening creature stood, yelling and stomping one another into squashed shapes in their panic. Only the wannabe Pokey hero stood in one place.

The rest of the group, still shrouded by the heavy commotion inside, was blissfully unaware.

Spoiler: Mimic Guy (BMM42) (click to show/hide)

Name: Mimic Guy
Race: Shy Guy
Rubric: None
Gender: Who knows, man?
Bio: Mimic Guy is a Shy Guy, who, unusually, carries several different masks with him(her? whatever), with varying expressions. He(She? It?) swaps them out depending on the situation, causing personality changes. Or maybe the masks are swapped because of the changes? It's hard to say. Mimic Guy's true objectives are shrouded in mystery, as depending on what mask is on when you ask, being questioned about it will lead to different answers.

HP: 10/10
FP: 10/10
Power: 1d6

Mastered badge:
Additional badge:
Inventory: 600 coins

Spoiler: Roger (flabort) (click to show/hide)

Name: Roger
Rubric: None
Race: Pokey
Gender: Plant
Bio: If you grow up in a cave, and rely on photosynthesis, you're gonna have trouble. There's not much light in a cave. But there's this hole in the roof of the cave where it first sprouted. This is where its family lived.
It had the advantage of sprouting where the light shone all day, instead of being shadowed most of the time. It got greedy, and kept pushing its siblings away, back into the shade. When it rained, it claimed most of the rain, too.
It took it's name, Roger, when a human tromping through got accidentally spiked on it, and expired. It felt guilty, for once, and it's family took advantage of this, heaping on guilt until it could stand their company no more, and fled.
After a long time lost in the dark caves, it found the exit. Hungry from lack of light and water, it was desperate, and greedily shoved a goomba out of the sun. When this goomba protested, Roger realized that it was being mean again.
So burdened by guilt, it decided to start to be generous and giving instead. And what's more generous than saving people from danger? And that's what heroes do, so it decided to become a hero - the first pokey hero.

HP: 25/25
FP: 0/0
Power: 1d4

Mastered Badge:
Additional Badge:
Inventory: 400 coins

Spoiler: Ash (monk12) (click to show/hide)

Name: Ash. Or more specifically, the top half is Ashley and the bottom half is Ashton.
Rubric: None
Race: Human
Gender: Yes
Bio: Ashley and Ashton are twin ten year olds from [insert reasonably grim Mario city here]. They never knew their parents, as they were abandoned at an orphanage as infants. The Ash twins were the only humans at the orphanage, and they never got along with any of the other children. Ashley possesses a lightning wit and an outgoing personality, while Ashton is quite strong and has a thorough, methodical approach to problem-solving. Together, they could easily think or fight their way out of any situation.

HP: 10/10
FP: 10/10
Power: 1d4

Mastered badge:
Additional badge:
Inventory: 600 coins

Spoiler: Mowsalyn (Dwarmin) (click to show/hide)

Name: Mowsalyn
Rubric: None
Race: Custom-Mouser/ http://www.mariowiki.com/Little_Mouser
Gender: Girl
Bio: Mowsalyn (her nickname is Mow, Mowmow, Sally or Lyn as the mood strikes her) is barely noticeable from a distance-a diminutive rodentlike being with a round body-tawny sand colored hide, a long twitchy black tail that ends in question mark arch, her head topped with small and delicate round ears with a fuzzy grey interiors-and a pair of peeping, ocean blue eyes peering from behind a white bandanna that wraps around her upper body. She's also wearing the gear of an explorer, albeit in a small size-a tiny tan desert uniform and a halfsize fedora, a small shovel and a miniscule magnifying glass-all in very cute, mouser appropriate sizes. If you try to speak to her without warning, she will squeak and flee.

HP: 5/5
FP: 10/10
Power: 1d6

Mastered badge:
Additional badge:
Inventory: 100 coins

Spoiler: Sir Bigglesworth (Errol) (click to show/hide)

Name: Sir Bigglesworth the First
Race: Toad
Gender: Male
Bio: Sir Bigglesworth the First comes from a long line of honorable Toad paladins - or at least he intends to start one. He even has a loyal Yoshi steed! Then he dismounted it, because it was a stick yoshi and people were laughing at him. For, you see, the era of Toad Paladins is sadly long over, and this particular Toad is more than a bit delusional and has passed the prime of his years.
But fear not! Bigglesworth still does his best, standing tall against the ravages of time and doing good where he can. And despite his inability to use Flower Power, he wields his ancestral badge once owned by more practically minded toad ancestors, and protects the innocent with the blazing furor of the righteous.

HP: 20/20
FP: 0/0
Power: 1d4

Mastered badge:
Additional badge:
Inventory: 200 coins

[Blade Master Model 42]

"Hm, that hammer looks like it could be useful. I'll take one!"


Purchase Hammer. Continue to fail to notice vague weirdness.

[Errol]

"I'm sorry, good sir, but I must bid my farewell! 'tis not the wares I hoped to see."

Stride to the explosives shop instead!

[IronyOwl]

((Slavery Sphere. YES.))

[monk12]

((And my sides.))

((mine, too))

((Thank you, thank you, I'll be here all game. Unless I die. But hey, I'm children, how likely is that to happen? The answer, of course, is "ffs is the GM"))


Arriving at Warioware, Ash takes a moment to return to her vertical orientation, swaying side to side as she rises. She shuffles to the front of the line, keenly examining the goods on display.

	"Ooh, this slavery sphere is nice..."
	"Ashley I am not entirely sure you should sound so entranced by the thought of forcing creatures into bondage without their consent and also we should be saving up to get all the badges that is our plan remember?"

Ash's face disappears within her trenchcoat.

	"But we can't afford the badges yet!" "Well if we don't save up we won't never be able to afford them huh"
	"Hang on, what's our share of this quest's reward?" "Uh okay I see what you are saying and 1500 five ways means 300 Coin for us which is not enough for a new badge but listen if we take this sphere thing then we have to save up even longer and also the sphere is not guaranteed to work so that could just be six hundred coins pissed away real quick like"
	"Then we'll be careful about using it, right? We should have an ace up our sleeves to go with the pair of Jokers." "Ashley most card games don't even use the Jokers don't do it nooooo"

Ash's face reemerges from her trenchcoat as the bounty hunter slaps the stall emphatically; or rather, it would have been emphatic, but since her hand is completely sheathed in sleeve the effect is closer to a mild thump.

	"I will take one of your finest Slavery Spheres, my fair lady!"
	"Ashley you ain't never seen My Fair Lady why you got to put on airs like that"
	"Aha, excuse me, I, uh, swallowed a small television earlier today." the Bounty Hunter says apologetically, turning her face down to address her stomach. "Shut up, you'll give us away!"
	"Whatever let's just name the team and head to the ship now that we are as bankrupt in coin as you are in morals"

+1 Slavery Sphere, -600 Coin
Formally name team "The Seekers" with the Register Toad
Dachshund Formation to the ship!