RPG Plumber Bros. Inc. [PG]

[Zidargh]

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[center][/center] [size=3][center][b][u]Chapter 1: The Beginning[/u][/b][/center][/size] [size=2][b]Somewhere in the Mushroom Kingdom...[/b][/size] It was a bright, sunny day in the Mushroom Kingdom. The many inhabitants were prospering in their daily business, some going to work, others just soaking up the sun rays, but either way, everyone was happy. Blue birds sang as they escalated above the tree tops, wings flapping, and the rainbow-coloured fish swam leisurely in their homes that were the distant lakes. Many a day was like this in the Mushroom Kingdom, and some would say that the weather could sometimes rival that of Isle Delfino, so, it was a normal day once again. However, there was a tension somewhere throughout the land. This tension eminated from the cottage that stood on one of the many hills throughout the Mushroom Kingdom. On it's roof sat a large red cap with a large 'M' embroidered onto it. And on it's door was a big poster stating 'Now Recruiting'. This, of course, was the home to the famous Mario that lived with his brother Luigi. This, of course, was the headquarters of the new business, [b] Plumber Bros. Incorporated?[/b] ------------------ [center][/center] "So. Why do you-a think you're-a capable of the job." Questioned the plump man, hammering at the buttons on his Gamecube controller. The television in front of him glowed, brightening with every smash and crash that appeared on the screen. "Well, sir. I have many a skill. Some would say I am very talented with the sword, so if you needed an escort, you'd know who to call." Replied the armour-wearing figure that sat next to the plump man. He was also holding a controller, but instead carefully pressed the buttons in a subtle order. Up-B-A-Y-Y. This did nothing else but cause the plump man to batter the buttons even harder. "Mamma Mia! You-a are vel-y skilled in this game. You're hired!" With a press of the start button, the man known as Mario, dropped the controller and turned to shake the knight's non-webbed hands. "What the--!?" The Knight exclaimed, also dropping the controller. "Forgive me for questioning your recruitment methods sir, but how does playing [i]Super Smash Bros. Melee prove[/i] anything? "Waha!" Yelled the red-overalled man as he jumped into the air to stand on the large leather chair. "It-a proves everything!" "I see..." The frog-knight pushed himself from the chair and knelt down before the standing plumber. There was no reply, but Mario continued to twiddle the ends of his moustache with his fingers. To leave the plumber to do his business, the Knight otherwise known simply as Frog, took the time to survey his surroundings. The chairs they were sitting on were massive, easily towering above them at least three feet when sat in. Perhaps this was a tactic to put could-be employees on the spot, or so Frog thought anyway. To his left, above the wide-screen television shaped like a mushroom, were three large windows. Each was open, letting in a cool breeze that rustled papers resting on the oak desk behind the chairs. The room itself had a rustic charm to it. With a small grandfather clock ticking away on the wall to the front, and wooden desks blending in with the crimson wall paper. Everything contributed to the overall environment in the room, so there was always a sense of relaxation instead of chaos. Though it did make the Knight wonder if this 'business-man' should've invested into the actual business assets, rather than just his house. Standing up, Frog turned around to look at himself in the oval mirror. His armour was very elegant, and at most, very shiny. Silvers, golds and whites, all whipped up to create the mail's appearance. He himself, was green, as normal for a Frog, but there was a hint of handsomness in his exterior. Probably because he didn't have any web hands, or because he walked on two legs. After vanity took it's toll and made Frog feel self-conscious, he picked up his shield and asked the new 'boss' what he should do now. "Oh-a! Excuse-a me. Congratulations on being accepted to-a Plumber Bros. Inc. You-a can-a bring in the next person whilst I review your application form with my assistant." Mario's voice appeared to raise in pitch as he spoke out the name of the business. A proud director he was. However, once his lanky, green-capped brother entered once again, carrying two plastic cups filled with water, all hell broke loose. "What's that-a about being an assistant!?" Luigi yelled at his brother, water spraying profusely. "Look-a Luigi. We-a agreed that I am the the Director of this company. [i]You,[/i] are the Recruitment Manager. I-a even made you a little name tag." The problem was that Mario had actually made this tag and threw it on the desk. This was now a good time to leave. Rushing out of the door, Frog slammed it shut to muffle the many tumbles and crashes that could be heard inside. All of the heads in the room turned curiously to look at the knight who had seemed to cause this chaos. "Am I next?" Asked a beautiful blonde woman who was dressed in black spandex that revealed her waist. She also carried a strange-looking orange suit, but by the look on her face, it was best not to hinder her anymore. Looking to his left at the black chalk board, Frog examined it to answer her question. It stated: - 1. Frog (Seen) 2. Samus Aran 3. Hard Man 4. Link 5. Jack 6. Boo 7. Lucca 8. Kirby 9. Cucoo 10. Alucard Gulping at the thought of her not being Samus Aran, his lips quivered until he finally squeezed the words out. "Y-Yes... If you are Samus Aran, my beauty." "Well it's about time! Thanks hun." She replied in joy, blowing a kiss to the Knight. After she closed the door behind her, all that could be heard was a massive [i]zap[/i] as the room filled with a blinding bright blue light. "Now break it up you two!"

[size=1][b]Chapter Requirements:[/b] I apologise for the severe delay to this RPG. Many events hindered my progress to beginning it, but now it's here. So I'll just tell you what you all need to bear in mind: -

.Post in the order of what the chalk board says.

[b]Edit:[/b] Due to some confusion caused on my part, I want to list about how each and everyone should approach their post.

[b]Samus Aran:[/b] Write about the actual interview.

[b]Hard man:[/b] Write about the actual interview.

[b]Link:[/b] Write in the form of a flash back of how you actually got to PBI.

[b]Jack:[/b] Write in the form of a flash back of a hindrance that got in your way when journeying to PBI.

[b]Boo:[/b] Write in the form of a flash back of how you actually got to PBI.

[b]Lucca:[/b] You have just exited your interview and realised your old companion Frog is also applying for the job. Interact in whatever means you feel is necessary.

[b]Kirby:[/b] Write about the actual interview.

[b]Cucoo:[/b] Write about the main reason of why you left home and applied for a job in PBI.

[b]Alucard:[/b] Due to your high level of arrogance, do whatever you want in the sense that you could refuse to go to the interview for being last, or get annoyed about something. Use your imagination.
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I hope that cleared things up. I know the start's going to be slow, but what else can you do in a reception area? :p

[BlueYoshi]

The beam slowly faded as the door of the interview room closed and slight breezes of smoke emerged from the draft of it below and into the waiting room. Samus, while lugging her Varia suit across her shoulders, swiftly blew the arm-cannon to rid it of any remaining smoke and pressed a series of buttons to shut it down, or at least, that's what it looked like. "I find it hard to believe that such a conglomerate establishment is fated to be run by the two of you." Mario, with his fist still dug into Luigi's cheek, and Luigi, while ravaging his heel underneath Mario's chin, paused for a moment and both slowly creaked their necks to the back wall of the office only to find a huge tainted black stain, and then turned once more towards Samus, still having not moved from their awkward stance. "Well?" Samus exclaimed, gesturing her hand back and forth with her wide, sparkling eyes as if she was expecting something more. Upon that, the two brothers looked at each other very briefly before turning back to the blonde bounty hunter and simultaneously gulped a load of saliva. The moist sound of it could be heard amid the musky office air and caused them both to glow a bright red. "How cute." said Samus, after a very feminine laugh. Mario shook his head wildly while blubbering his lips and snapped out of his lucid fantasising. He cleared his throat with a high pitched croak and shuffled through the rest of the application forms that he still had in hand, in search of Samus' paper. "Right a-Miss Aran, is it?--" To his surprise, Mario watched on as Luigi made his move with Samus. He wasn't trying very hard, neither would he have gotten anywhere with it, that was for sure, but it enraged Mario dearly. "Sit-a down, palease." said Luigi as he shoved a wooden chair behind Samus for her to sit on. "Would-a you like something to darink or eet?" "Oh, a glass of water would be perfect. I've been in this hard, rusty suit all day long and my body's started to get all grubby and slimy. It'll do me wonders." "A-a-a-ha-ha-ha... Ma-ma-mamma mia..." Luigi was like putty in her hands, and him wagging his tail to her every request was proof of it, so as red as a carpet, Luigi ran into the kitchen to fulfil Samus' demands, or at least that's what they looked like from where Mario was standing. The look on her face just yelled out that she could go on like this for hours, days even, however, completely and totally unforeseen, Mario ran for the kitchen at an amazing speed and slammed the door, holding it shut behind him while he slotted a vacant chair underneath the door knob. There was a hint of relief hanging from Mario's face, Samus could see it, but it didn't matter to him, all that did was Luigi's constant rattle and bickering. "Hey-a hey-a! Mario! What gives? I thought we were the brothers, huh?... Mario?... Okay, okay, how about a-da fifty-fifty? Huh? Huh?" Luigi furiously banged away at the door while screaming and shouting out slant profanities at his brother Mario, but it wasn't too long before he came to the realisation that squirming was next to useless and decided to stopped. "You'll-a find the escape quite imposeeble. Let's-a continue, yes? Now, why do you a-feel that da job is for you, huh? Why not continue with da bounty work? We pay much less for more work, so, what's a-da deal?" "Well, you see, dear small one, I would much rather expand my expertise, if you know what I mean. I'm not saying that I'll quit being a bounty hunter, but certainly, it will help me along the way." "Okay well, your-a resume tells me that your good at da, how do you say, blowing a things up. We want to-a fix da pipes, not blow da Mushroom Kingdom to-a tiny Chaos Emeralds. If you-a came to me a-ten a-years earlier when I was-a fighting da Bowser, then-a maybe, [i]maybe[/i], I would-a hire you. Capiche?" "But Mr.Mario... I'm sure that there's so much more a lady like me can do in a business like this." Samus started to rub her palm up and down against Mario's thigh as he stared at the smooth swaying motion in disbelief. His jaw had practically hit the ground. "P-p-palease, call me Mario." It was clear that Mario was somewhere else, at least not in person, but Samus' plan of seduction was working like a charm. "Ah! So I'm hired! Thank you Mist-, I mean Mario. You're the best! I promise I won't let you down!" she was too excited for words so she simply planted a big smooch on Mario's ample left cheek, leaving a huge lip-stick mark, and left the interview room quickly and sharply. "Yes ma'am don't let a-da door hit you on the-a way out, now." Mario's voice on the other hand, was distort. He needed time to let everything sink in. Just as Samus left, Luigi came barging through the door, out of the kitchen and into Mario. "What-a happened?... Huh? What is this-a red on your-a face, huh?" said Luigi as he held on to the straps of Mario's blue dungarees, and then started to shake him recklessly. "...ooo...aaaa...oooo...ooo..." "Mario!!!" Meanwhile, back in the waiting room, a gleeful Samus strutted through the corridor and ticked her name off the list very appropriately, and then checked to see who and what she would be up against. "Hard man, huh? This is going to be... interesting."

[Zidargh]

[b]Announcement:[/b] All recruitees. Due to unforeseen cirumstances, Hard Man has had to retire from his interview, and therefore will not be joining the Plumber Bros. Inc. team. We all wish him a very successful future in whatever he does.

This means Link is to post next. Good luck Link!

[i]End Transmittion. Beep![/i]

[Desbreko]

Link looked around for Hard Man, the next person on the list of applicants to be interviewed. No one seemed to be moving from their chairs as Samus looked around the room with an eyebrow raised, so he decided to speak up. "If Hard Man isn't here, does that mean I'm next?" Samus sighed and glanced back at the list. "Yeah, looks like you're up, babe. Have fun." Link grinned nervously as he got up and Samus winked at him, walking past her and through the door. He hoped he would be hired. It was a long way back to Hyrule. "Link, what are-a you doing here?" Mario asked a bit surprised as Link walked through the door. "Wasn't Hard Man supposed to-a be next?" "He doesn't seem to be here," Link answered. "And, well, I was next on the list, so..." "Hmm, that's-a too bad. Well, have a seat and we'll-a see what you can do, eh?" Link nodded and sat down in a chair across from Mario's large desk, leaning back slowly. The sword and shield strapped to his back didn't make the best of cushions, but he had gotten used to it. Glancing around, he noticed Luigi standing a step behind and to the side of his Mario's chair, glaring at his brother. He then noticed the kitchen door sagging on its hinges and a broken chair just in front of it, and wondered just what had taken place during the interviews before this. After shuffling through a stack of papers, Mario finally came up with Link's application. "Ah, yes, here we are. Says you're-a from Hyrule, eh? 'S long ways away. ... How's-a boy like you get here all da way from Hyrule, anyways?" Link swallowed and cleared his throat, trying to organize his thoughts. He had never had a job interview before, but what kind of a question was that? "Oh, well, ever since I rescued Malon, her father's been happy to lend me one of his horses whenever I need to go somewhere. But even so, it was a long journey. ..." Sensing an entertaining story, Mario sat back in his chair and listened as Link told his tale. "So there I was," Link said, getting into the story, "riding across a rocky wasteland in the middle of nowhere, when I hear this odd squeak. Then I hear it again and again, and before I know it, I'm surrounded by Miniblins. Now, they may be small, but they're vicious little things. What must have been hundreds of them swarmed me, and my horse just panicked, reared up, and tossed me off its back before galloping off. "The things were immediately on top of me, and they just wouldn't stop jabbing me with their little tridents. If you want to know the best way to torture someone, that's it -- that was the worst thing I have ever felt in my life. Especially when they'd jab me in the butt. That was just ... I don't even want to talk about that. "Then suddenly, the thought 'What would Red Link do?' came to mind, and I immediately acted on it. Heaving the Miniblins off me, I stood up, drew my sword, and let loose with a Hurricane Spin. The little buggers never knew what hit them, and hundreds though there were, I slaughtered every last one of them. No monster touches my butt and lives. "With that over with, I set out to find my horse. For three days I tracked it through the barren, dusty waste with barely any food or water. Then I finally found it just lounging about next to a spring bubbling up from underground. At that point I was torn between being mad at it for running off and being glad that it had led me to water. "But that wasn't the end of my troubles. As I was leaning down to scoop up some water in my hands, a Desbreko swam by and grabbed onto my arm. Jumping back from the spring, I was standing there with this huge, skeletal fish biting my arm, and it just would not let go! So I grabbed my sword in my other hand, started hacking it off my arm, and it still wouldn't let go until I actually cut the jawbone off. That's definitely leaving some scars. "So after all that, it was a big relief to finally get into town and check into an inn for the night, and now I'm really looking forward to starting this job. ... If I'm hired, that is." Link, done with the story of his journey from Hyrule, looked up to see Mario dozing in his chair. Coughing to try and get the plumber's attention, he glanced over at Luigi, who nudged his brother none too lightly with an elbow. Startled, Mario jumped back into wakefulness. "Wha? Huh? What's-a goin' on?" Luigi jabbed his brother with an elbow once more for good measure. "You-a asked him about how he got here from-a Hyrule, then you fell asleep in-a your chair!" "Oh, ah. ... Haha, yes, 's very funny bit with the Miniblins. You're-a hired!" Blinking, Link looked back and forth between the brothers for a moment. Was that it? All he had to do was tell how he got here and he was hired? "Oh, uh, thank you! I'll go call the next applicant then," Link said as he got up and headed for the door, still a bit confused over what had just happened. Closing the door behind him, Link looked at the chalkboard again. "Jack?" A young man who appeared to be dressed as a farmer looked up from where he was sitting. "It looks like you're next," Link said to him with a nod before returning to his own seat and sitting down with a sigh. He was glad he had gotten the job, but he wondered what was going to come next.

[inti]

[i]Link, huh?[/i] thought the 21-year-old farmboy named Jack as he sat outside an 'office' awaiting his turn in a line of interviewees, all ready to give a detailed explanation about why they should be hired for the company, Plumber Bros. Inc. [i]Sounds familiar...is he the one that...no, it can't be...[/i] By the sounds of things, Link, the young 'Hero of Time' wasn't going too well. Someone was snoring loudly whilst the 14-year-old told his story. "I wonder how he's going?" Jack thought aloud. There were a few murmers, but only the strange amphibious knight called Frog and a beautiful young woman by the name of Samus Aran seemed to really answer his question properly. "I suppose the kid's going alright. All I had to do was beat Mario in a game of [i]Super Smash Bros. Melee[/i]. If this guy's telling his life story then Mario must be pretty interested in him. I think...Link was it? Well, I'd say Link's got a great chance." said Frog. "Those two brothers in there shouldn't be running a company together, that's for sure." smirked Miss Aran, who was idly toying with the arm-cannon of her Varia suit, "But if it's gonna get me a job, that's fine by me." "I s'pose so..." Jack trailed off. He began to think about what he'd been through to get to Mushroom Kingdom, all the way from the lost valley that he had called home for a temporary period. [i]It started from when the icy snow melted, and the valley was dammed by the boulders from the avalanche that had happened 50 years previously. Jack had had nowhere to go, and neither had any of the other few survivors of the massive blizzard. They set out as a group, believing that it'd be safer to travel in numbers. There were about 7 of them, just random members of the valley, and the small group left the valley promptly, thinking something bad would happen if they stayed at the new dam much longer. On just the first day, after about an hour or two of walking the treachorous (sp?)...dirt path...the travellers reached Mineral Town, their closest neighbors. The mayor invited the newly-made nomads to stay for as long as they wished. Not only did he do this, but the mayor also made them all honorary townsfolk, seeing as Mineral Town had been long-time friends of the late neighboring valley. When Jack and his companions set out the next morning, 5 of them decided that they'd take up residence in Mineral Town, believing it'd be better to carry on with their lives the best way they knew how to. This left Jack with just one travelling partener. Almost three hours along the dangerous...newly-paved gravel-road...Jack's companion decided that hiking in such heavy conditions was just not for him, and turned back, choosing the life the others had chosen. So, Jack was left by himself, fending off the lethal...pigeons and deadly...bunnies as he trekked his way along the path to a new life. One that would be different from the last. He wanted something new, something exciting. But, when someone enjoys farming as much as Jack had...there wasn't much hope for a new and exciting lifestyle. Especially since he hadn't even attended some sort of fighting academy. On the second night after his departure from Mineral Town, Jack encountered a wandering Hermit, known as...the Wandering Hermit. The old man looked somewhat deranged, and Jack was edging away slowly, careful not to look too shifty[/i] (for lack of a better word), [i] when the senile Hermit reached out and grabbed Jack by the arm, dragging him towards the old guy's wrinkled, unsightly face. "Along the road, in about 10 minutes, you will notice the road split in two directions. Choose one and you will arrive in the next farm town, choose the other and you will end up in another world..." the Wandering Hermit trailed off (literally, the drool was everywhere), and then released Jack and wandered on, probably to find some other complete stranger to scare the living daylight out of. Soon enough, Jack reached the fork in the road that the old man had been raving on about, and he was faced with a decision. Take one path to the same life he'd been living for a year or two, or build another similar one in another world. Well, either way, Jack didn't know which path led where, so he just flipped an old coin that he had found in the 42 pockets of his small rucksack. He ended up taking the left path, which was the right one, in a non directing sense. Another fifteen minutes down this new horror of a road, it was all different colors that didn't match. Someone needed some serious color coordination advice. Anyway, Jack walked down the road and found a large bright green pipe sticking out of the ground. Beyond it was...a large pipeline...? The young farmhand leapt into the pipe[/i] (jumping into it would be an infringement of who knows how many legal [b]Nintendo[/b] rights, documents and whatnot), [i] and had somehow miraculously ended up in the Mushroom Kingdom.[/i] "Wow...what an adventure I've had..." Jack said to himself after he'd snapped out of his flashback. "I can't believe all the horrors and dangers I've faced. Mario's just [b]got[/b] to hire me..." Samus and Frog shook their heads, as did just about everyone else in the room. Being in Mushroom Kingdom, Jack's flashback was seen by everyone in the immediate vicinity. "Jack?" asked a boy dressed entirely in green. "Yep" "Looks like you're next" "Ok here I go!" Jack stood up and marched into Mario's office. "Mamma-mia! That entrance was-a magnifi-cent! You're-a hired!" said a roundish man in blue overalls and a red cap. "What? Was that all?" Jack was a little shocked. "We-a saw your-a flash-a-back, it was impressive enough." now a tall lanky man in similar overalls and a green cap spoke. "Ok then, thanks!" Jack turned and walked back into the waiting room, looking at the list. "Is there a...Boo here?" A blob-like ghost looked up, "Am I next?" Jack nodded.

OOC: I hope my posting standard is up to par :)

[James]

Boo was sitting on a small wooden chair by the fireplace, holding a warm cup of tea between his two triangular arms (he preferred to call them "wings", though). Sitting across from him was a similar (yet totally non-ghostly) creature. Whilst Boo was white and semi-transparent, the other creature was bright pink and completely spherical. However, the two shared one common trait; triangular arms. "[color=teal]So[/color]," said Boo as he sipped his tea, "[color=teal]do you ever find that people tease you about your arm--wings?[/color]" Kirby opened his mouth to take a sip of tea, but the cup disappeared inside his mouth. "[color=teal]Kirby! Are you okay?![/color]" cried Boo, as his eyes widened. But just as he said this, Kirby hiccupped and the top of his head promptly turned into what looked like the rim of a teacup. "[color=deeppink]Ahem, I'm quite alright...sorry about that, ol' fellow. Sometimes I have this problem when I try to eat or drink[/color]," said Kirby, blushing. Boo nodded. Although he had never swallowed something, only to find it assimilate into his own body, he'd still had problems of his own. Now that he had retired from the video game business, he hoped that these problems wouldn't prevent him from getting another job. "[color=deeppink]Anyway[/color]," continued Kirby, after retrieving his third cup of tea for the morning, "[color=deeppink]I can't say that I've ever experienced wing-related prejudice. The truth is, my biggest obstacle has always been my skin colour. Do you know how many people mistake me for a girl? It's so embarassing! And it makes finding dates [i]very[/i] difficult.[/color]" Kirby sipped quietly. Boo smiled. "[color=teal]Oh yeah, my colour has never been a problem, but whenever a girl looks at me, I can't help covering my eyes. I get so embarassed. You can imagine how many dates that's killed for me. There was one time where I was lucky enough to go on a date with Wendy Koopa. She's a nice girl, though a bit too wild for my tastes. But anyway...we went on a date and I invited her back to my place. All was going well. She was sitting in the den and I was making coffee in the kitchen. As I turned around to take the coffee to her, I found her standing right in front of me; she'd crept into the kitchen for a bit of a slap and tickle.[/color]" Kirby blinked. "[color=deeppink]Oh my...what happened?[/color]" "[color=teal]Well[/color]," said Boo, "[color=teal]of course, I immediately blushed and covered my eyes. And I spilled the hot coffee all over her pretty new dress![/color]" Kirby grimaced. "[color=deeppink]Ouch![/color]" "[color=teal]Yeah[/color]," Boo nodded slowly, "[color=teal]it's always been an issue. But I guess we've always risen above it.[/color]" Boo took another sip of tea and heard a voice calling for him from the nearby hallway. It was Jack. And apparently it was now Boo's turn to go in front of the 'stache. Boo sat the tea down on a nearby table and floated toward the corridor. But he didn't see what he'd expected, instead, he saw Mario standing in the corridor, flailing his arms rapidly. Standing across from him (and receiving the brunt of his excited tone) was a small Goomba, who was wearing a bright blue cap. "[color=red]How did this happen?![/color]" cried Mario, pointing down the hallway toward an old wooden door at the end, which had a star carved into the handle. "[color=red]Today's interview day! What if it scares away potential employees?[/color]" "[color=brown]Erm, sorry boss...[/color]" said the Goomba quietly. "[color=brown]We've tried poking it, throwing things at it and even coaxing it out with food, but it won't budge![/color]" Boo floated toward Mario and the Goomba. "[color=teal]Excuse me...I couldn't help overhearing your discussion. What seems to be the problem?[/color]" Mario beamed and stroked his moustache nervously. "[color=red]Oh, hello! Ahh...we're-a having a bit of a problem with a stray Pirahna plant...it seems to have lodged itself into the chimney in the sitting room and we can't move it, no matter what we do.[/color]" The Goomba nodded in agreement. "[color=teal]Hm, I see,[/color]" said Boo thoughtfully, "[color=teal]I'll tell you what. If I can move that plant, will you give me a job?[/color]" Mario and the Goomba looked at each other momentarily. But Mario didn't need to think. "[color=red]Of course! If you can-a get that plant out of here, your job is guaranteed![/color]" Boo smiled. "[color=teal]Okay, take me to it.[/color]" The sitting room was a small and quiet place, located at the rear of Mario's house. Inside, it contained several cosy-looking chairs and row upon row of books lining the walls. In one corner, Boo could see a little globe of the Earth, with the Mushroom Kingdom sitting prominently in the center. By the window, he saw an old desk, which was littered with pens and papers of various kinds. But the silence was broken by the clank of ladders and the splash of hoses. As Boo looked out the window, he could see a group of Goombas (all wearing bright blue caps). Two of them were holding a ladder up, as a third climbed up with a hose wrapped around his waist (Goombas don't have arms/hands, Boo remembered). But the ladder wasn't propped against the house. Instead, the two Goombas at the bottom were attempting to balance it on their head. A third Goomba was sitting by the tap, turning it on and off with his foot. Each time the water spurted from the nozzle, the two ladder-weilding Goombas has to try and avoid collapsing. The Goomba at the top of the ladder squealed to himself as he held out one foot, in an attempt to keep himself balanced. Unfortunately, they were getting closer and closer to Mario's in-ground pool, which was situated just behind them. "[color=brown]If we don't do something, the plant will [b]glomp[/b] all of them at once![/color]" cried the Goomba, who had his little face pressed up against the glass. "[color=red]Can you do something?[/color]" asked Mario, turning to Boo. Boo rubbed his chin thoughtfully. "[color=teal]Has anyone tried to climb up the chimney and push the plant out that way?[/color]" Mario shook his head. "[color=red]We're all-a much too large for that![/color]" "[color=teal]No you're not[/color]," said Boo, pointing at the Goomba, who was still stuck to the window. "[color=teal]He can do it.[/color]" With a loud [i]slurp[/i], the Goomba peeled himself from the window and stared at Boo with wide, terrified eyes. "[color=brown]There's no way you're getting me in there! I might be small, but I can't possibly climb up to the plant from here![/color]" Boo held up a wing at Goomba. "[color=teal]I know how to solve this problem[/color]," he said. "[color=teal]Mario, do you keep any of your old 80's stuff around here?[/color]" Mario nodded vigorously. "[color=red]Yes, I do. In the basement.[/color]" Boo floated out of the room (and right through the door). After several moments, the door creaked open and Boo returned, carrying a curious-looking item under one wing: [center][img]http://www.otakuboards.com/attachment.php?attachmentid=20793&stc=1[/img][/center] Mario and the Goomba both looked puzzled. "[color=brown]What are you going to do with [i]that[/i][/color]?" asked the Goomba, in a slightly nervous tone. Boo floated over to the fireplace and set the object down inside it. "[color=teal]I want you to jump on that board[/color]," he said, pointing a wing at the fireplace. "[color=brown]You've [i]got[/i] to be joking me[/color]," said the Goomba, "[color=brown]there's no way I'm getting my 8-bit butt in that fireplace![/color]" Mario stood with his hands on his hips, glaring at the Goomba. "[color=brown]Now, Mario, you listen here--[/color]", but before the Goomba could say another word, he paused. He could feel something cold behind him and he suddenly noticed that Boo had apparently disappeared. The Goomba turned around slowly... ...all he could see as a large grin and sharp teeth... "[color=teal][b]BOO![/b][/color]" "[color=brown][i]Waahh!![/i][/color]" cried the Goomba, as he immediately bolted in the opposite direction, as fast as his little stumpy feet could carry him. As he ran, little sweatdrops bounced off his forehead. He was so flustered and frightened, that he didn't realize what was in front of him; the fireplace. But it was too late. [size=4][i][b]*BOING!*[/size][/i][/b] Mario and Boo both heard the loud echo, as the Goomba was thrown up into the fireplace. Sure enough (and with a loud "pop!"), both Goomba [i]and[/i] Pirahna plant were thrown from the chimney, across the yard and into Mario's pool. The whole ordeal ended with a thunderous splash (which was enough to send the ladder-mounted Goomba tumbling down toward the ground). Mario approached the window and peered outside. Several Goombas had fallen into the pool along with the Pirahna plant and were now trying to scramble back to dry land, as the plant thrashed about in the water. "[color=red]Phew[/color]," said Mario, wiping his brow with a handkerchief, "[color=red]looks like you got-a the job. Congratulations![/color]"

[terra]

Lucca strode out of her interview, spinning her Wondershot on one finger before tucking it back into the holster. The interview had, of course, been a snap. Just as she'd expected. After some excessive elbowing between the two men whom Lucca immediately guessed were brothers (the matching red and green outfits sort of gave it away), the green-outfitted one had shot off some question about the positron acceleration of extra-tiny nuclear particles. Apparently he'd read her resume. But not closely enough -- Lucca had actually written the original paper on that, and she and Luigi had gotten into quite a discussion about it. Well, as long as you could still call it a "discussion" when it was mostly one-sided, as Lucca did tend to go on when she got onto one of those subjects, but after hearing about half of her exposition on it, Mario had jumped out of his seat and said she was hired. Mostly, she guessed, to prevent having to hear the other half of her lecture, but still, it had gotten the job done. She paused for a moment, surveying the other candidates for the job, feeling superiority that her part for the day was already done. As she did so, something she had originally mistaken for a pink pillow lying on a chair hopped out of its seat and headed for the interviewing room. Lucca's eyebrows narrowed in curiosity; the creature brushed past her and she resisted the urge to reach out and pick it up and give it a big snuggle, because it looked almost too soft and inviting to resist. She was distracted, though, when she looked up from the pink bubble and spotted a very familiar face. "Frog!" Lucca exclaimed, bounding across the room. She was ready to pull him into her arms for a big hug, but he seemed a little too ... amphibious for that, so instead, she settled on a very vigorous handshake. "What are you doing here?" "Lucca, what a pleasant surprise!" Frog said, returning her handshake with equal vigor. "Hast thou applied for a job at this fine establishment as well?" "You're going to work here too?" Lucca said, grin spreading over her face at his familiar formality. "Indeed! Verily, 'tis a small world!" Frog said, and a loud *ribbit* escaped him from his excitement. He covered his mouth embarrassedly, cleared his throat slightly, and tried again. "I mean, indeed, it's a small world." "It really is," Lucca said, ignoring the interested looks from the other people in the room, who seemed to be wondering at the reunion of a gun-toting teenaged girl and a frog in armor. "What have you been up to since, er, the old days?" She wasn't sure quite how else to put what she really meant, which was "the old days during which we attempted to save the world by travelling millions of years into the past and thousands of years into the future, battling side by side against monsters whom we thought might take our lives." Frog seemed to understand, as he simply nodded and said, "Oh, you know, this and that. This job seems an excellent choice to me; after all, there aren't overly many jobs that are well-suited to a knight who also happens to be a frog." "True," Lucca agreed amiably. "As for myself, I've finally turned eighteen, and my dad thought I should go out and give the real world a shot ... you know, see what it's really all about." She sighed lightly. "I hope he's doing all right without me. But you know him, he just shoved me out the door and said that as long as I kept safe and maybe visited him after everything was over, he didn't care what adventures I got into. A supportive guy, really. Strange, though," she said thoughtfully, "Crono's mom was just the same way ... You'd think they'd be more worried about us, I mean, we were only kids. Something in the water, maybe?" Frog nodded gravely, though he didn't quite seem to know what she was talking about. Lucca shrugged, deciding it was all in the past anyway. "I'm glad you're here, Frog," she said, sitting down in a chair to wait for the rest of the interviews to conclude so she'd find out what would happen next. "It'll be so nice to start working like a real adult, and having a friend for the ride makes it even better!"

[Jokopoko]

Whistling innocently to himself Kirby hadn?t realised that it was his turn to go to the interview so he received a poke from Link in order to snap him out of his dream state, which he entered often, and come back to the real world. Jumping, yes jumping, down from the chair he plodded down to the interviewee office and pushed the door open and was greeted by the sight of a short man with bright- red clothes twirling his black moustache while reading a clip-board in front of him. [B]Mario:[/B] ?Yes-a....that-a would be very handy....hmmm,? Looking up he saw Kirby had entered the room. ?Ah, hello-a there Mr....Kirby, please take-a seat and I shall begin soon? Kirby did as instructed and sat him self down upon the chair and waited while Mario continued to read. Taking a look around the room Kirby felt it was quite quaint for a new business but kept it to him self [I]?Don?t criticize the décor until you have the job[/I] He thought, looking to his side he saw a taller man, dressed identically to Mario though he was in green, playing with furious button-bashing on the Game-Cube. Kirby heard the shuffling of paper on the desk and came to the conclusion that Mario was finished so he re-focused his attention on the small man. [B]Mario:[/B] ?Well-a now, Mr. Kirby, I?ve-a read your papers and I?m-a wondering, how did you-a hear of this-a job?? [B]Kirby:[/B] ?Well......erm.....yes. I?m not sure, see I was taking a nap in Dream Land when I saw this....thing....in front of me and it was telling me to leave Dream Land and get a job.....specifically this one so, heh, when I woke up and took the fastest pipe here? [B]Mario:[/B] ?I-a see, that was one of our-a marketing schemes for Dream Land and it-a seems to have-a worked? Mario said with a twinkle in his eye. ?I-a see you have some-a interesting ?abilities? Mr. Kirby, could-a we maybe have a demonstration??. This was what Kirby had prepared for, with a smile he took out a bottle which contained some flames and explained to Mario. [B]Kirby:[/B] ?Yes I can do just that, I?ll just give you a quick demo with this fire I?ve got?. Getting down from the chair Kirby got clear of the table and faced the window so that the fire would fly harmlessly into the open air and not damage the officer. He threw the bottled-fire into the air, taking a huge breath he swallowed the bottle, as well as a few stray plants and papers in the officer. Once done a flame was visible on top of his head, just as he was about to expel the flame Luigi let out a shot of happiness, evidently he had done something on the game, this got Kirby?s attention and he turned just as the flame issued from his mouth which resulted in.... [B]Luigi:[/B] ?MAMA-MIA! YA?OUCH!? Came the cry from the green-clad Italian as the flame spread from the pillow to his buttocks and he leapt up from the flaming pillow and ran from the room with smoke trailing behind him. Kirby felt his cheeks go bright-red as he faced Mario and was surprised to see that he was rolling around on the floor laughing incredibly hard so tears were falling freely from his face. He recovered after a few minutes and sat back on the chair. [B]Mario:[/B] ?Oh my, I?ve-a never laughed so hard in-a my entire life. That-a should set my brother straight, congratulations Mr. Kirby you?ve-a got the job? Mario shook his hand and showed him out of the room. The others in the waiting lounge were all looking curiously at Kirby and he could see that smoke was billowing from the bath room. A large sweat drop appeared on his forehead as he took his seat and waited for the other applicants to finish their interviews.

[DeadSeraphim]

Cucco was bored. He had been waiting for at least the last two hours for his interview, and was getting rather annoyed at the fact that he was still sober and it was well past one oclock. Even worse, the soberity was starting to cloud his thoughts, right up to the point where he didn't notice a familiar green imp sneak right by him until the familiar stabs of a sword penetrated his butt. At once his eyes flared red, and he leapt up, turning around in mid air with chicken-like finess (because, you know... he's a chicken) to stare at the midget 'Hero' Link. 'What are you doing here?' he spat (literally and figuratively). 'I just got a job with the fine people at Plumber Brothers Inc.' Link replied, an air of superiority in his words. 'The question is, what are you doing here, Henny.' Cucco nearly choked on his words. Henny. What a nerve. You lynch mob someone once and he holds it against you for life. Oh well, at least it wasn't unrequited hated. 'I'm applying for a job here as well brat,' Cucco said, but the confidence in his voice was betrayed by the shakiness of his feathers. Seeing Link was interesed any more (he had gone off to talk to some frog about blades) he started scuttling around at high pace, trying to get rid of extra energy and, generally looking like a fool as he did so (this didn't worry him that much though... he was known to do much stupider things after a rum or seven). Just then the door openned and he stopped in his tracks. 'Right, you're next,' said a pink blob thing from the door, pointing at him with a weird fin. Cucco stopped and tryed to calm down as much as possible, hoping that the shaking would cease sometime in the next two or three seconds, without the aid of alcohol. 'Thanks,' Cucco said in way of reply, trying to calm his frayed nerves as he walked through the door. As he stepped inside, a low moaning could be heard, and the 'Pause music' of Super Smash Bros seemed to penetrate his small chicken skull. At a desk sat his large, would be employer Mario, apparently delighting in the pain his the moaner was in. 'Ah! Mr Cucco! How nice-a to see you!' said Mario, 'Please, take-a seat.' Cucco did as he was told, and set about making himself comfortable. Seeing that he was settled, Mario took out a clipboard. 'Now, we have to ask-a you some questions, you understand?' Cucco nodded. 'It's all procedure and...' Mario trailed off with some characteristic Italian hand waving. 'First-a question: Where-a did you hear about our fine establishment?' Cucco thought back through the sober haze and vaguely recalled a man with a toadstool on his head stumbling into his favourite bar. 'Err... well... I was kind of... in a bar... right? And err...' He was struggling to remember. Soberity was a bitch. 'This guy with a... mushroom? on his head, came in, and was totally blind rotten drunk.' The scent of rubbing alcohol drifting from the kitchen (accompanied by a long moan of appreciating) had cleared his thoughts somewhat. 'Yes, that-a was our recruit deadbeats campaign,' said Mario, from over arched fingers. Cucco would've blushed, if he wasn't a chicken. Stumbling over his words, he said, 'Err... well... that is to say... I wasn't there to drink and umm...' Cucco saw no change in Mario's face so continued with his tale. 'But yeah. This guy hands me a flier, and its got your ugly mug on it, and some green guy's face too. And I thought... No way. No way in hell.' Mario's eyes widened slightly. 'Then why-a did you come!' he demanded in a flustered voice. Cucco was regaining his composer incredibly quickly, as the rubbing alcohol fumes had only been growing stronger over time. 'Lemme finish.' he said. 'THEN the bartender, has come up to me and handed me this bill... and I mean a big frikkin bill. Like, the kind of bills they give college students.' 'You-a came to pay off your debt?' Mario asked, an eyebrow raised. Cucco could feel this job slipping. Honesty is not the best policy. 'Yeah. And also because the mushroom guy was offering free transport to here, and I had to get away before that sicko of a bartender decided he enjoyed Chicken a La Range.' Mario coughed. 'Well, I'm a sorry, we have no place for you he--' But at that moment Luigi stepped through the broken door of the kitchen, stinking of rubbing alcohol and obviously drunk on the fumes. 'Now-a shee hear Mario!' he slurred. 'I like the boy! And I...' The Italian hiccouped. 'And I have as much shay in thish bushness as you!' He staggered slightly. 'Shoo... I shay he'sh-a hired!' If Cucco had lips he would've grinned. Alcohol saved him again! He walked out just as a small row started between the two brothers, and read the last name on the list. Alucard... 'Hey Alucard, you're next!' he yelled out.

[Shinmaru]

"Hey, Alucard, you're next," Cucco squawked in a shrill voice. Alucard opened his eyes and snapped to attention. He had been in the waiting hall since early morning, and the long wait had put him to sleep. He turned his head slightly and set his gaze upon Cucco. The small, brash chicken was, as far as Alucard could tell, at least slightly tipsy, and he smelled faintly of rubbing alcohol. Alucard turned his nose into the air with disgust as he looked over at Cucco. "I'm quite certain that you procured your job," Alucard said, with an air of smugness in his voice. "Ya damn right I did!" Cucco yelled proudly. "I had the two of 'em in the palm of my hand, I did! Well, I would have if I had hands, but that's beside the point..." Alucard uncrossed his right leg, which had been resting upon his left knee, and stood up. He gave his clothing a once-over; there were no wrinkles that Alucard could spot and his boots were still polished to a shine. He was the very essence of professionalism. In the meantime, Cucco was still carrying on with his story. "...and I was kind of sort of afraid that the two numbskulls wouldn't give me my job, you know?" Cucco said. "But I said to 'em, I said 'Look here, buddy, [i]I'm[/i] the right person for the job, and if I don't get it, there's gonna be hell to pay!' Scared 'em half to death, it did...hey, where are you goin'?!" While Cucco had been rambling incessantly, Alucard took the opportunity to stroll right past him and into the Mario Bros. office. Alucard had no time to deal with the drunken chicken's sophomoric shenanigans. He was a very busy vampire, and he couldn't afford to let anyone distract him from the task at hand. "Ah, welcome-a, Mr. Alucard," Mario said, sitting behind his desk. "Please-a, have a seat--" "Do you [i]know[/i] how long I have been waiting out there?!" Alucard spat bitterly. Mario, whose arm had been outstretched towards the seat in front of his desk, stood still with shock. Luigi had walked into the room at the exact moment Alucard had started on his tirade; he quickly decided to walk back into the kitchen. "I...well...uh..." Mario stammered. "I've been here since the crack of dawn waiting!" Alucard yelled. "I was the first person here this morning, as with my myriad of skills I was sure that you would be on bended knee waiting to see me, but imagine my shock to find that I would be [i]last[/i]! [i]Me[/i]? [i]Last[/i]?! It's a complete and utter outrage and I can not, I will not, stand for it!" As soon as Mario was certain that Alucard was done fuming, Mario sat down again. He looked over at the kitchen, saw Luigi hanging out by the door, and beckoned him into the room. Mario shuffled his papers and then spoke to Alucard in the nicest, most diplomatic voice he could muster. "I am-a truly sorry to have-a kept you waiting for-a so long," Mario said smoothly, though still shaking slightly. "It's just that, well, we wanted to keep the best for last, you-a see." "Hm," Alucard said, deep in thought. "You do have a point there. I suppose I didn't look at it that way." "Exactly!" Mario said, relieved that Alucard had bought it, hook, line and sinker. "We just can't-a rush someone of your-a caliber into here right away-a! We have to be careful about what order we see potential candidates for the job, you-a see." "That's good," Alucard said, suddenly very pleased. He took a seat in the chair, and kept his eyes fixated upon Mario. Luigi walked over to Mario, still a tad shaken from Alucard's outburst. Mario looked down upon a few of the papers on his desk and then looked up at Alucard. "I understand that you have a few powers?" Mario asked. "Yes," Alucard said, grinning broadly. "I am a man of many, many talents." "Could-a you turn into a cloud of gas for us?!" Luigi asked, not able to contain his excitement. "...what?" Alucard asked, his grin fading very fast. "Yes-a," Mario said. "We'd like to see you turn into a cloud, please." Alucard frowned. Of all his powers and talents, the ability to turn into a gaseous cloud was far and away his least favorite. Not only did it make him seem like a total wuss in the midst of battle, but it left a very unfavorable smell hanging around afterwards. However, not wanting to disappoint his potential employers before his first day on the job, Alucard obliged them. He closed his eyes and concentrated for a few seconds. His form shifted slightly, and then he faded into a wispy, gray cloud of smoke and floated towards the roof. "Wonderful!" Mario said, clapping. "Very, very good," Luigi added. Alucard sank bank towards his clothing, which had been left on the floor, and shifted himself around before reforming perfectly back into his clothes. He was still a bit annoyed, but pleased that such an amateur trick had pleased the two plumbers so much. "That will be all," Mario said. "You're hired." "Come again?" Alucard asked, very shocked. "I said-a that will be all," Mario repeated. "But don't you want to see my [i]other[/i] powers?!" Alucard asked. "My proficiency in battle? My multitudinous spells? My ability to transform into a [i]bat[/i], for god's sakes?!" "We don't-a need those things," Mario noted. "Your ability to turn into a gas cloud will be-a good. It will make it easier to clean-a da pipes." "I...well...of all the..." Alucard seethed for a moment or two, then stood up and left the room. He was glad he had gotten the job, but he was still very ticked off that he had not gotten more chances to show off his amazing talents.

[Zidargh]

[center][/center] [center][size=4]EVENT MANAGER![/size][/center] [center][size=3][b][u]Chapter 2: "Aye, 'Tis the [i]Chicken Diablo[/i]'" [/u][/b][/size][/center] [b]Characters:[/b] Cucoo [b]Chapter Length:[/b] One post. I want seperate chapters to be like short stories, so this chapter should be longer than a usual RPG post. This chapter should also be concluded in a relevant manner. [b]Chapter Summary:[/b] After Mario and Luigi congratulate the accepted participants, every now-employee leaves to head back to their accomodation in the Mushroom Kingdom. However, Cucoo in his slow, half-drunken state misses the Mushroom Kingdom bus services for they do not run past 8:30 pm. He then heads to a bar, where eventually, all hell breaks loose. Good luck!

[DeadSeraphim]

Mario walked out of the building and surveyed the rag-tag group of videogame characters before him. He had fighters and healers, farmers and ghosts. Hell, he even had a vampire and a living vacuum. They would all serve a purpose at PBI. Except for that damned chicken. He mused a moment on this,then reached into a pocket on his garish blue overalls and took out a double-folded note, containing the welcome speech. The plumber cleared his throat and reassembled his face. 'Congratulations, employee name, on securing a job at Plumber Brothers Incorporated!' he said with great enthusiasm, reading the note word for word. A small murmur overtook the crowd, then Mario realised his mistake. 'I mean-a... err... congratulations on securing a job at Plumber Bros Incorporated!' He wiped his brow. 'That was a close-a one,' he said under his breath. Behind him Luigi just shook his head slowly. Oblivious to his mistake, he plowed on. 'Tomorrow is-a the first day of your employment, and as-a such, I command you all to go-a home now and get some rest!' He signaled and Luigi came forward, handing out pamphlets. 'It will-a be rough, it will-a be tough, and you will-a need all-a your strength to come-a through the training in one piece. Right-a now, My brother Luigi is handing out-a the bus timetables. The buses know-a to give you free fare. I will expect all of you bright and early.' And with that he retreated back into the building with nary a word of goodbye, followed closely by his brother. 'Well that sure was rude,' said Samus as she leafed through the time table. 'Indeed it was, m'lady,' Frog said in reply, tracing the bus times with his finger till he found what he was looking for. Throughout the small group similar conversations were being held, with the exception of one person. Lieing inebriated on the ground, Cucco hadn't heard anything Mario had said, nor even noticed when Luigi had dropped the pamphlet before him. In fact, he didn't even notice when everyone started filing away, or when the front door of PBI opened and slammed shut, heralding the brothers' departure for the evening. That rubbing alcohol had been strong stuff. Sometime aroound 10pm he slowly opened his Cucco eyes and swore. 'Crap, crap, crap, crap, crap,' he cursed, running around like a... headless chicken. 'What the hell have I done? Where am I supposed to go? Oh crap, oh crap, oh crap, oh crap.' This continued for a good five minutes before Cucco noticed the pamphlet. He raised his little chicken eyebrow as best as he physically could. Perhaps this would hold the answers he seeked. He trotted calmly over, breathing deeply to regain his composure (and hoping like hell noone had seen his little scene) and flipped open the fold with his beak. Then he started to curse again. 'Goddamn it! A bus timetable!? What am I supposed to--' he then cottoned on. 'Oh. Check when the bus goes to my joint. Right.' He scanned the times and then began to curse yet again. This really wasn't his evening. Using the logic only unwanted soberity could bring, Cucco decided he'd wait here until morning, even if it killed him. And he tried. Truely he tried. But when he saw the Koopas going by... stinking of rum and bearing the mark of a pub crawl... he couldn't resist. The temptation was too strong. That night, it wasn't a want that drove him to the bar, but a need. 'Hey wait up!' he called. The Koopas stopped. 'Hey chicken-dude!' One said. 'Where you headed?' 'Wherever there's alcohol.' 'Hey! What a coincidence! Us too!' The other koopas all murmured something in the affirmitive. 'Come on, chicken-dude, you can come with us.' One of the koopas came over and lifted him onto its back. And thus Cucco's first night of soberity in the Mushroom kingdom was murdered by a group of traveling Koopas. There's a marked grave and everything outside PBI. Or there was, until the same koopas used it to make a beer bong. Partying with the Koopas, Cucco lost track of how many bars he went to before it happened, but he knew it must've been a lot. Like, more than three at least. But when it happened, he was able to remember absolutely everything about the incident. Most of the Koopas had long since passed out somewhere, and now it was just Cucco and Jeb (as he later found out). They had been everywhere in the Mushroom Kingdom so far, and Cucco's very feathers were stained brown with rum. The only place they hadn't gone was the 'Bucket of Blood', a small bar close to the Koopa/Mushroom kingdom border that generally unsavory types like to hang out in. 'Dude, I'm still thirsty...' Jeb said through rum coated lips. 'I hear ya man, but noone's gonna let us in now. Not after we vomited on and stained the carpet of all four of the bars.' 'You make a solid argument, chicken-dude. We'll have to try the Bucket of Blood.' 'The bucket of what?' Cucco asked. 'Blood. Its the last bar before Koopa Kingdom. Pretty rough place, I hear.' Cucco thought on this. Rough place... rough places had very strong, probably very illegal beer. 'Lead on!' he thundered. Jeb just smiled and the two soon found themselves at their destination. Inside the sounds of thumping techno music could be heard, and even as they stood and watched a small chain chomp smashed through a window to the left of the entrance. It landed with a thump outside, before shaking its head and dashing back in again. 'I like this place already,' Cucco said as they went inside. The place was populated by a motley bunch of C-Grade stars, including one eyed Mushroom Men, more Chain Chomps, Goombas sporting Mario related head scars, a Koopa on DJ duty and a Pirahna Plant behind the bar. Amidst all this, Cucco and the relatively fresh looking Jeb appeared out of place. Never mind that though, they were here to drink. Cucco and Jeb strode bravely through this congregation to the bar, and Cucco said, 'I DEMAND a rum this instant!' At once the whole place went quiet. A small group of Goombas in the corner whimpered softly, and the Chain Chomps let the cigarettes fall from their mouths. 'What did you say, boy?' The Pirahna Plant asked, slowly and in a deep, scary voice. 'I said, I DEAMND a rum, Cucco restated, feeling behind him for Jeb only to find he had escaped the moment Cucco made his foolish demand. The Pirahna Plant visibly bristled. 'You don't demand anything from me boy,' he said, opening his mouth wide and peppering Cucco with fireballs. Immediately the chicken burst into flames, and the alcohol in his feathers didn't help. 'AAAGH!' Cucco yelled, running around the room and bumping into things. 'I'm on fire, I'm on fire!' Everything he touched burst a flame, and he only through sheer chance did he make it out of the bar before the roof collapsed. Screams of dying Goombas filled the air, but Cucco never heard it (and thus wouldn't have to carry it around on his conscience), as he was soon passed out on the grass, burnt and very wet. 'Smooth one Romeo,' Jeb later said. 'One measly flame and you burn down a whole bar. Now where're we going to drink?' The chicken didn't say anything. He was dozing fitfully on the Koopa's back, damp still from the bucket of water Jeb had thrown on him to save his life. Why Jeb had been carrying a bucket of water when Cucco dashed out of the bar (at which point he had been half burned), he would never know, but the Koopa had saved his life. He thought it might have something to do with that 'logic' thing. Noticing that the chicken was asleep and not wanting to wake him up to get directions to the guys place, Koopa dropped him off where he had found him - outside PBI - before heading home himself, mere moments before Mario appeared to open up for the day. 'Well, look who's-a the earliest!' Mario thought to himself, looking at the now fully healed (having dealt with Link and magic powder, Cucco healed quickly from burn wounds) chicken, who was snoring softly outside PBI. 'Doesn't stink-a of rum either! And-a showered! Must-a be serious about this!' With that he let the chicken keep sleeping and went inside to sort out the training schedule for the day.

[Zidargh]

[center][/center] [center][size=4]EVENT MANAGER![/size][/center] [center][size=3][b][u]Chapter 2; Part Two: Trapped Wind! [/u][/b][/size][/center] [b]Characters:[/b] Kirby, Boo. [b]Chapter Length:[/b] Two posts. Kirby to post first, and Boo to finish off. Please ensure that Boo concludes Part Two and they end up back at PBI for a fresh morning start. [b]Chapter Summary:[/b] After a very comfortable visit in Dreamland, Kirby steps out of one of the Inns scattered about the Mushroom Kingdom. Still in his dozey state, Kirby takes a massive yawn, but suddenly, a large gust of wind appears, only for Kirby to swallow. Hence, Kirby begins to float away. Who will save him!? Why Boo of course! Good luck!

[Jokopoko]

Blinking lazily Kirby sat up from his incredibly fluffy and bouncy bed, he?d booked a room in the first inn he could find with the intention of buying a flat once the money from his new job started to come in. Rubbing his eyes with vigour followed by more blinking he found that the room was still very blurry, he took several seconds to figure out why. The gears in his head turned slowly, [I]?Of course! I haven?t put my contacts in yet?[/I] He thought with a smile, reaching over he took the first and proceeded to place it in his eye but lacking an opposable thumb it took him about seven minutes to get them both in thus bringing the room into sharp focus. He jumped down from his deep and walked over to his breakfast table where all was laid out ready. [B]Kirby:[/B] ?Great, no working for breakfast. It?ll be a shame to leave this comfort but I can?t afford it and I need to prove I can make it on my own? Even so he sighed heavily as he tucked into the delicious breakfast. Being Kirby he finished in roughly ten second preferring to hover the food instead of swallowing as is the norm with others. Though he was short of cash he still left a tip for the staff, albeit a small tip, and proceeded to the shower. Even though he lacked hair in all forms and rarely got dirty he still felt it was common decency to wash himself thoroughly every morning, some were amazed by this because besides his tendency to keep clean he was still a teenage boy and he took pride in his appearance. Wrapping a towel around his waist, out of habit if nothing else, he opened his cupboard to get his shoes. Organised into several rows of identical length were a multitude of identical red shoes ripe for the wearing. Kirby always took pride in his clothes and the only clothes, as such; he wore were his shoes so he always kept them in prime condition. Slipping into a pair as snugly as if they were slippers he removed his towel, washed his face ant the sink and walked out of the door to the main foyer all ready and set for his first day on the job. Exiting the lift the first site he saw was a particularly rowdy looking group of Koopa and ParaKoopa who seemed to be harassing the desk clerk who appeared to be a meek looking Shy Guy. Kirby still having the hero feeling within him strode toward the table to hear what was going on. [B]Koopa 1:[/B] ?My friend was asking a simple question you hockey mask wearing weirdo so are you gonna answer him or not?? [B]Shy Guy:[/B] [Quiet and mumbled] ?Look....you see you don?t have a..an..any room for a large p..p..p..party of guests at the moment you?ll have to wait? [B]Koopa 2:[/B] [Gruff and deep] ?Y?Know something, I think he?s prejudice against Koopas, that aint right is it?? The group voiced there agreement and the seemed to close ranks around the welcome desk. [B]ParaKoopa 1:[/B] ?I fink you?re right, we ?orta teach this shrimp a lesson ?bout respect? The ParaKoopa advanced on the diminutive Shy Guy who backed into a corner and began to cower before the tall winged turtle-thing. At this point something in Kirby snapped and he leapt to the aid of the frightened Shy Guy and the ParaKoopa seemed slightly taken aback but recovered his tough guy visage quickly. [B]ParaKoopa:[/B] ?Awww, aint it cute the little pink puff ball want?s to ?elp the red runt. I?ll soon sort you out you little bouncing ball? [B]Kirby:[/B] ?Not if have anything to do with you flying scumbag. One more step and you?ll find yourself looking at my insides from the inside!? The ParaKoopa laughed this insult off and advanced on Kirby with his teeth bared then tired to take a swing. Kirby flattened himself avoiding the blow then he took in a huge breath sucking the hapless fool into his mouth a swallowed him whole. Immediately his body changed, on his head a tough helmet popped into existence and his back gained a hard shell with wings attached. The Koopa and ParaKoopa gang stepped back before deciding what they should do with out the brashest one of them around to shout orders but they quickly figured it out for themselves and lunged at Kirby. Within a few short moments Kirby had taken care of the gang, spat out the leader who was now worse for wear and instructed the Shy Guy to call the Koopatrol to sort the mess out then took his leave of the inn. The fight had made him slightly light headed which could be attributed to the dim-wittedness of the ParaKoopa that he had swallowed and his intellect seemed to have rubbed off on Kirby. Stepping out into the outdoors he looked around while blinked slowly trying to decide the best way to Plumber Bros. Inc. and without realising how windy it was he took a huge yawn just as a huge gust of wind flew toward him. Having something fill his mouth so unexpectedly he shut his mouth fast and without thinking he swallowed the wind then felt himself beginning to swell to incredibly width and fill with buoyancy was swept away into the open air thus he was floating over the city to parts unknown. As luck would have it though he spotted a fellow co-worker down below, none other than Boo who seemed to be floating to work apparently oblivious to the large pink balloon type creature flying above him, desperate for help Kirby called out to him. [B]Kirby:[/B] [Incredibly high and squeaky] ?Boo! Help me! I?ve got trapped wind and I can?t stop my self! Help!?

[James]

Boo floated along, suitcase in hand. Today was the first day of his new career and he was excited. He puffed his chest out proudly, as he floated along the cobblestone streets of the Mushroom Kingdom. His daydreaming soon ended, though, as he heard a faint cry for help coming from somewhere above. Boo looked around, but couldn't see anything unusual. It was far too early for most Shroomfolk to be awake. The only people that Boo could see stirring were the post office and bakery employees. Boo also saw a young Shroom walking his pet caterpillar nearby. The caterpillar was vivid orange, with a large red nose and a little daisy sitting atop his bulbous head. "[color=hotpink]I say, Boo![/color]" The voice sounded familiar. And finally, there he saw it; a whisp of pink, somewhere among the clouds. Boo squinted; he could only make out some details. The pink blob appeared to be flailing its feet around wildly, as several sweatdrops blinked just near his eyes (which were scrunched up into thin little lines). "[color=teal]I'm coming, Kirby![/color]" said Boo, as he floated up toward the sky, briefcase in hand. As Boo approached, he could see Kirby far more clearly. Kirby looked incredibly distressed. "[color=teal]Mr. Kirby, whatever is the matter?[/color]" asked Boo, as he floated alongside the struggling Kirby. "[color=hotpink]I accidentally swallowed a gust of wind, ol' fellow...and I am floating away! I'm not going to be able to make it to work on time![/color]" squealed Kirby. "[color=teal]Oh well...you're used to floating, right? I'm sure you can figure this one out yourself[/color]," said Boo, as he shrugged and began to float away. Kirby's eyes widened. He couldn't believe it; [i]the nerve![/i] He was about to open his mouth and unleash a torrent of verbal abuse, when Boo turned around and grinned. "[color=teal]Just kidding, ol' chap[/color]," said Boo, giggling to himself. "[color=hotpink]Phew[/color]," sighed Kirby, "[color=hotpink]for a moment, I thought you were serious[/color]." Boo shook his head. "[color=teal]'course not[/color]," he replied confidently, "[color=teal]I'd never abandon a friend and colleague[/color]." Kirby looked around nervously. "[color=hotpink]How can we fix this?[/color]" Boo rubbed his chin thoughtfully. Finally, he held up his briefcase with one wing and popped the clasps on it with the other. "[color=hotpink]What's in there?[/color]" asked Kirby, with a look of concern on his flustered pink face. "[color=teal]Don't worry, Kirbster...I think I may have a tool that can help you[/color]," said Boo, as he rummaged through the case. Finally, he produced a large red plunger. "[color=hotpink]W-what are you going to do with that?[/color]" asked Kirby. "[color=teal]Just you watch![/color]" replied Boo, with a smile. Boo closed the briefcase and held it between his teeth. He then gripped the plunger with both wings and stuck it directly on Kirby's face. Kirby's eyes widened and he flapped his arms and feet excitedly. "[color=hotpink]Mmmhppff!![/color]" "[color=teal]It's okay[/color]," said Boo reassuringly, "[color=teal]all I want you to do is try and push in the opposite direction. I think we can suck that gust of air right out of your belly[/color]." And so, it began. Boo gripped the briefcase tightly between his teeth, as he frantically pulled the plunger in one direction, whilst Kirby desperately pulled in the other direction. After several moments, it seemed hopeless, [i]until...[/i] [size=6][i]*pop!*[/i][/size] Boo was sent tumbling backwards, as a great gust of air hit him. Kirby, meanwhile, began to drop toward the ground like a stone. For a moment, Kirby had almost forgotten how to float. But finally, it dawned on him, as he began taking deep breaths. Kirby's body inflated and deflated rapdily, as he slowly floated toward the earth. A few moments later, Boo rejoined him. "[color=hotpink]Oh dear...are you okay?[/color]" asked Kirby, patting Boo's forehead. Boo nodded. "[color=teal]Yes, thank you. I'm just a little short of breath. We'd better get going, or we'll be late on our very first day[/color]." Kirby smiled and nodded in agreement. As Kirby began walking down the street, Boo floated next to him and the pair began to laugh and joke about what would no doubt become a memorable story in the future.

Zidargh, you really have to make more interesting chapters in future. ~_^;;