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
OF: Chapter 24Mr. L could never remember being so terrified to see Castle Bleck.
It was safety, a place of refuge, a shelter. He belonged there, and he was happy to be there.
And now, as Peach's plane ripped through the dimensional fabric and glided through the dark, stormy sky to the floating castle, Mr. L was getting knots in his stomach.
The castle never scared him. The people inside did.
Dimentio said Mimi adored him, but he had always picked on her. What if she had been glad to see him go? What if she hated him now?
He and O'Chunks had some good times? Occasionally. They had usually wound up fighting. Violently. And Mr. L had usually would up seriously hurt.
What about Nastasia? Her prized creation? He'd been gone nearly a year. She couldn't still hold him at such high value. All he was to her now is another obnoxious nuisance she can't quite seem to get rid of.
Mr. L jumped violently from his place by the window as he felt an icy hand touch his shoulder. "Jeez, freak-show, gimme a heart
tJfaJ: Chapter 12It was many months after my initial arrival at Castle Bleck when things really began to pick up speed. I can pinpoint the exact day that the adventure truly beganit was on the day that I was wandering aimlessly about the castle, wondering why I had yet to locate the Count or Nastasia, and where they could have possibly gotten to. It was amid these wonderings that I heard a familiar, melodic voice drifting through the corridors in the form of my name.
It was Dimentio.
I fought back a grin as the jester teleported and appeared before me, biting back my enthusiasm and replacing it with a scowl and a snippy "What do you want, dummy?"
Dimentio seemed to be smiling wide enough for the both of us, so I held my scowl as he cheerily replied "I've been searching for you, Mimi, darling."
I folded my arms over my chest. "Uh-huh. Right. What for?"
The jester appeared to forget entirely what we were talking about, glancing about the halls as though he were expecting something to drop out of th
tJfaJ: Mimi's Diary Entry 2Dear Diary,
Golly! ZERO time for writing, huh, Diary? Sorry its ben so long! I've been living hear for five months now and this is only my sixth ent~~ writing?
"No diary til you train that monster k?" Golly. Stupid Nassy.
Well, golly, I gotta get you caught up! Its ben awhile!
So, lots more trainin ben going on. I can spit my rubees off further than I could before now, and I got better at running on the cieling, and my penmanship (oh yah that was the word) is getting butifuler but Nassy says my spelling needs lots of work.
I get to see the Count more often lately. This past week hes been runnin around the castle like crazy. I dunno what hes up to, but Nassy says its good. Dim~~tio's getting really excited about it. Id totally let you in on the secret, but nobody tells me anything.
OHOHOHOHOHOHOH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I like exc~~~ ~~~~ those things. ANYWAY!!! DI
OF: Chapter 23Somewhere deep within Mushroom Castle, in an old abandoned store room full of old abandoned junk, thin black lines erupted from the ground. They shot outnot in spontaneous direction, but into a familiar shape. The shape of a door. As the lines ceased movement, bright red filled their blankness from the floor up, and a lovely trim of rainbow snaked around the edges and condensed into a star in the center.
As the peculiar door was completed, a click was heard from the opposing side, and the door slowly creaked open. A tentative head poked out to survey the surroundings, and, finding no living soul about, addressed the others behind him.
"I think it's clear " Luigi said, stepping slowly out of the small door as he opened it wider.
Livi bounded out behind him, glancing to a small window on the far side of the room. "See? You were all worried for nothing! It's only morning just now, and we left at like one! We've only been gone a few hours!"
Luigi leapt up a pile of boxes to peer
TJG: Chapter 3The next morning, Dimentio awoke much earlier than his sister. He cleaned himself up a bit, after making sure the doors and windows were still shut and locked so no one ventured inside. Once he was feeling more awake, Dimentio gave his restored magic a test and teleported Tingaor rather, the hollow shell of Tinga's bodyinto another dimension.
Dimentio smirked, looking fondly over his gloved hands. Very little Dimentio ever held at high value, but he'd missed his magic very much. It was his lifeline, his everything, and he had felt truly dead without it.
A sudden, hideous noise like shards of glass in a blender jarred Dimentio from his thoughts. He whipped around to locate the source of the sound. Unsurprisingly, the jester's expression fell to disgust as he found the noise to be Sadu's snoring.
Dimentia was still sound-asleep, sprawled out all over her bed. The bed she had claimed hers was plenty large enough for two, but did she offer some of the comfort to her loyal pet?