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tJfaJ: Mimi's Diary 3Dear Diary
Oh Golly Diary the things you miss Ive got to stop forgetting where I hide you all the time
Soim getting better at handriting as Im sure youve noticed Ive been practicing lotsandlots but thats not what I came to tell ya I came to say COUNTYSENTMEONASUPERSPECIALMISSIONALLBYMYSELF
Well relly no sorry Nassy sent me on the mission but shesaid it was under counts ordres and the count even gavemesomething to protect me
owait no i didnt tell you this yet so when Dimmy finally camehome the other night he wasnt lookin so good and ochunks got beat up really bad poor chunky anyawy the Count gave me soemthin special that was suppposed to protect me he siad its some of the power the heart uses to protect him and nobody can hurt me aslongasits on me
isnt he just the swwetest EVER
So anwyay Nassy send me on a super special mission she sen tme to some place called Merlees Mansion and told me to find the pure heart there and get rid of it she said thats the thing these heros are after and
ER OCT AuditionMowo was a sucker for the helpless, and had been told so many times in her life.
As the Crew wandered the city streets, she had been known to stop abruptly, drop everything she was doing (sometimes literally), and rush to the aid of some poor soul in need of assistance.
They'd be eating on an outside patio, and she'd give her sandwich to a homeless man.
While out getting ice cream, Mowo would share hers with any whiney six-year-old that failed to persuade their mothers to buy them the frozen treat.
She'd spend hours trying to find homes for the little puppies she found in cardboard boxes, sometimes smuggling home a few no one appeared to want.
So it came as no surprise to Ace when, as the two were on their way home from a downtown shop, the cat dropped her new bags right on the filthy sidewalk and rushed to the side of a young man she found on the sidewalk.
The man's knees were pulled up to his chest, secured in place by his folded arms, which he rested his head on. His shoulders tremb
tJfaJ: Chapter 14Three days had passed since my encounter with the demon. Three days had passed since the royal wedding. Three days had passed since the Count's plans had begun.
And three days had passed since I had last seen Dimentio.
Neither the charming magician nor the ferocious warrior had returned since setting out to rid the Count of this thorn in his side. Surely the hero could not be this strong. Surely he could never best O'Chunks, and even if he could, he could not possibly defeat Dimentio.
And yet, three days later, here I still sat on my windowsill, exactly as nearly every waking moment of the past three daysleaned on my folded arms, blanket wrapped around my frail body, eyes weary with many a restless night carefully watching the front path. I yawned tiredly. Hours already I had been here. I spent every day out here. Sometimes even nights, when fear of the demon's warnings or horrible nightmares kept me awake. The sleep that had allowed me a conversation with my demon lasted
tJfaJ: Chapter 13Dimentio and I were, surprisingly the first two to arrive in the meeting hall. We had long ago taken our positions atop two of the many numerous platforms that hung suspended in mid-air around the room.
Dimentio floated cross-legged over his platform as he repeatedly snapped his fingers, charged up an orb of sparkling, unstable colors, dropped it down to the floor below and watched it explode. His smile twitched about a half an inch wider every time this happened. I, meanwhile, was being a tad more productiveI stood on my platform testing out my shape-shifting powers.
I had already tried out each of the wedding guests several times, and found I was able to transform into each of them save for the one that was wearing green. I made a mental note to get a better look at him later, and tested my abilities to transform into the other minions. First I became Nastasia, and clicked about on my heels for a bit, laughing aloud when Dimentio jumped in surprise when he turned around. After
OF: Chapter 25 END"Uh King Bowser, sir?"
The Koopa in question turned his attention from Kammy and the troop of guards she was bickering with to the Paratroopa that now stood before him. He cocked an eyebrow at him. "What is it?"
The Paratroopa gulped nervously, then stammered out "There's, uh a group of erm guests that wish to see you "
Bowser sighed heavily, rubbing his forehead with one hand as he motioned with the other. "Alright, alright " He growled in his gruff voice. "Send them in "
The Paratroopa bowed slightly, mumbled something in the affirmative, then scampered quickly out of the throne room. Within moments, the large steel doors were flung open by the Koopatrols on guard and Princess Peach along with her merry band of morons dashed inside.
"Good afternoon, Bowser." Peach said lightly with a gentle curtsy. "I hope we're not interrupting anything."
Bowser beamed at the pleasant surprise and waved off the idea. "Not at allwhat are you a
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