It was a rare occasion for the survivors of the Tragic Kingdom (minus Bill Cipher) to gather at once. But once they all got a fairly urgent distress signal from Agent P, and forms of transportation for those who lacked the capability to make it to O.W.C.A. Headquarters, it was clear that they had relatively little choice in the matter. There were some grumblings from one ex-student that this was all unnecessary, and was likely to be unimportant because he was just an animal, and despite his human headgear, he was still an animal and was likely to be unable to decide when things were important or not...because he was an animal.
Gaston was proven wrong fairly quickly.
It is far easier for the survivors of the Smash Life of Mutual Killing (minus Betrayus) to gather. This is almost always owed to The Elite Beat Agents, whom managed to form a pretty concrete web of communication and transportation, even for those ex-campers who declined their offer. But the Agents always had a way of getting in touch with everyone.
It was the rarest of occasions for the two groups to gather at the same place. At the same time, even.
Naveen wasn’t much for Perry’s own form of seriousness regarding their gatherings, but was rather distressed about the idea that another killing game existed. He lets out a sigh of relief when it’s finally confirmed by King Mickey that the statue is still in the same place, but the possibility is still enough to get him to cater to the platypus’s requests for discretion when dealing with these strangers.
For that reason, their first official “meet and greet” is held at O.W.C.A. headquarters, which greatly annoys Naveen. If the rumors about the Elite Beat Agents were true, he would’ve loved to have been at their HQ instead.
But that didn’t keep the party from being...decent, at least. At the very least, the two groups seemed to be mingling well. Everybody seemed to have some sort of conversational partner. Shadow and Agent P himself discussed the possibility of an OWCA/EBA merger in the far corner of the room. Wiitney led both his wife and Anna in...what appeared to be some sort of exercise regiment. Even Elizabeth, despite insistence that she had other obligations, seemed to be content with holding a reasonable conversation with Winnie (unlike Hinawa, who had practically tackled the bear while screaming about how adorable he was).
That left him to be paired up with the plumber.
“So…” Naveen began, motioning to some of the campers from the Nintendo group who were very content on making lovey-dovey eyes at each other. “Your Monobear, he, ah, dumped quite a bit of pheromones into your camp, yes?”
“Eh?” Luigi looked up from the chocolate donut he was eating, speaking with his mouth full. “No, ah, I don’t-a think that was a moti-” He’s cut off by Naveen’s hand slapping against his back, which causes him to expel some donut.
“Relax, my friend!” Naveen chuckles, seamlessly pushing himself up from the wall onto one of the windows that was obviously not meant to be sat on. “You and I are not here for talk of ‘motives’ and ‘Monobears’, that is the job of Perry and your porcupine friend.”
After a few seconds of struggling and leg flailing, Luigi manages to make it up on to the window.
“Well, yeah…but still.” Luigi stutters out with the same exasperation one would come to expect from him. “There weren’t-a chemicals or-a anything like that.”
“You’re taking everything so literal!” Naveen waggles a finger at Luigi. “The only chemical that found it’s way into your camp was love. It is a strange thing, but it often works out that way. Even I became smitten during my tenor!”
Luigi would roll his eyes, but has relatively no time to do so when Naveen grabs his shoulder. “Tell me, my friend,” Naveen smirks. “Who is your special lady? Surely, one with a mustache as...brassiere-shaped as your own, you must have women lining up by the hundreds for a chance to meet with you!”
“Well…” Luigi rubs his arm the moment Naveen breaks away. “There’s-a...one girl.”
Naveen’s eyes light up like fireworks. “Yes! I knew it!” He smirks. “Tell me, who is she?”
“...Princess Daisy.”
“Such a lovely name! A princess too?” Naveen lets out a telling smirk. “I should’ve known! A hardworking overalls-clad man of the people such as yourself, he must have a princess to head home to every night!”
“Well, technically,” Luigi presses his gloves together anxiously. “We’re-a not actually together yet.”
Naveen’s expression becomes that of genuine confusion, and he leaps down from the window. “My dear Luigi, this will not do! Come, we shall make plans.”
“Plans…?”
“Why, to get your dear princess, of course! We must speak to her at once!” Naveen spins, enthusiastically, before he begins to wander off, without even urging for Luigi to follow. “Let us abandon this party! I know where Agent P keeps the teleporters.”
Luigi blinks. Then with a sigh, he gets down from the window and follows Naveen out of the room, wondering how he manages to keep getting roped into these things.
of chocolate donuts and daisies
Gaston was proven wrong fairly quickly.
It is far easier for the survivors of the Smash Life of Mutual Killing (minus Betrayus) to gather. This is almost always owed to The Elite Beat Agents, whom managed to form a pretty concrete web of communication and transportation, even for those ex-campers who declined their offer. But the Agents always had a way of getting in touch with everyone.
It was the rarest of occasions for the two groups to gather at the same place. At the same time, even.
Naveen wasn’t much for Perry’s own form of seriousness regarding their gatherings, but was rather distressed about the idea that another killing game existed. He lets out a sigh of relief when it’s finally confirmed by King Mickey that the statue is still in the same place, but the possibility is still enough to get him to cater to the platypus’s requests for discretion when dealing with these strangers.
For that reason, their first official “meet and greet” is held at O.W.C.A. headquarters, which greatly annoys Naveen. If the rumors about the Elite Beat Agents were true, he would’ve loved to have been at their HQ instead.
But that didn’t keep the party from being...decent, at least. At the very least, the two groups seemed to be mingling well. Everybody seemed to have some sort of conversational partner. Shadow and Agent P himself discussed the possibility of an OWCA/EBA merger in the far corner of the room. Wiitney led both his wife and Anna in...what appeared to be some sort of exercise regiment. Even Elizabeth, despite insistence that she had other obligations, seemed to be content with holding a reasonable conversation with Winnie (unlike Hinawa, who had practically tackled the bear while screaming about how adorable he was).
That left him to be paired up with the plumber.
“So…” Naveen began, motioning to some of the campers from the Nintendo group who were very content on making lovey-dovey eyes at each other. “Your Monobear, he, ah, dumped quite a bit of pheromones into your camp, yes?”
“Eh?” Luigi looked up from the chocolate donut he was eating, speaking with his mouth full. “No, ah, I don’t-a think that was a moti-” He’s cut off by Naveen’s hand slapping against his back, which causes him to expel some donut.
“Relax, my friend!” Naveen chuckles, seamlessly pushing himself up from the wall onto one of the windows that was obviously not meant to be sat on. “You and I are not here for talk of ‘motives’ and ‘Monobears’, that is the job of Perry and your porcupine friend.”
After a few seconds of struggling and leg flailing, Luigi manages to make it up on to the window.
“Well, yeah…but still.” Luigi stutters out with the same exasperation one would come to expect from him. “There weren’t-a chemicals or-a anything like that.”
“You’re taking everything so literal!” Naveen waggles a finger at Luigi. “The only chemical that found it’s way into your camp was love. It is a strange thing, but it often works out that way. Even I became smitten during my tenor!”
Luigi would roll his eyes, but has relatively no time to do so when Naveen grabs his shoulder. “Tell me, my friend,” Naveen smirks. “Who is your special lady? Surely, one with a mustache as...brassiere-shaped as your own, you must have women lining up by the hundreds for a chance to meet with you!”
“Well…” Luigi rubs his arm the moment Naveen breaks away. “There’s-a...one girl.”
Naveen’s eyes light up like fireworks. “Yes! I knew it!” He smirks. “Tell me, who is she?”
“...Princess Daisy.”
“Such a lovely name! A princess too?” Naveen lets out a telling smirk. “I should’ve known! A hardworking overalls-clad man of the people such as yourself, he must have a princess to head home to every night!”
“Well, technically,” Luigi presses his gloves together anxiously. “We’re-a not actually together yet.”
Naveen’s expression becomes that of genuine confusion, and he leaps down from the window. “My dear Luigi, this will not do! Come, we shall make plans.”
“Plans…?”
“Why, to get your dear princess, of course! We must speak to her at once!” Naveen spins, enthusiastically, before he begins to wander off, without even urging for Luigi to follow. “Let us abandon this party! I know where Agent P keeps the teleporters.”
Luigi blinks. Then with a sigh, he gets down from the window and follows Naveen out of the room, wondering how he manages to keep getting roped into these things.