The Getaway || Vacation Time

turtle-tyrant:

At Peach’s reassurance, Bowser growled, turning toward the window— or rather, turning his head since the rest of his body was fastened into place. How could that   getbetter? In the course of a few hours, the carpet had been pulled from under him, and he felt like a helpless turtle on his back. “Hmph!… Just hurry up and drive. How long till we get there!?” So irate was the mighty King Koopa that even the gentle tones of the lovely Ms. Toadstool prompted a negative reaction. She had been absolutely right: he needed a vacation. He frowned her away, almost apologetically, realizing who he was yelling at… but didn’t actually offer it up.

It’d all be okay once they got out of the Kingdom…

Upon one loud exhale from the sleeping Oga, Bowser lost his temper. One breath, and he whisked his large claw to the back, smashing the guard’s head into the seat  behind him. “NO SNORING!” Time moved so slowly in that car ride— what might have been fifteen minutes seemed like an eternity. 

So, when they finally reached the airport, Koopa literally toppled out the car. Impatient and lacking grace, he cratered, landing stomach first onto the ground the second the car had rolled to a near-stop. It was there he laid, succumbed to defeat. A tense palm dragged itself across his face— now he was clumsily making a fool of himself in front of Peach! Maybe all koopas were naturally stupid! MAYBE— One calm exhale ended his mental tirade. 

Once they got out the kingdom, everything would be okay…

The tyrant rose to his feet as if that hadn’t happen, quickly dusting himself off. “Alright, let’s go! No side-trips! I’m getting on the plane!” Blissfully unaware of how the real world works— or, rather that they’d probably need ticket, Bowser elected to skip over the building’s exterior, instead walking toward several docked planes, on the area where the parking lot suddenly became a run-way. 

“Sonnuva—!” Oga met a rude awakening from the beginning of what would be some sweet R & R, in the form of a scaly orange palm smashing into his face. Easily with enough force to make it ache as it was sinking into the back seat’s interior.  Smacking at the Koopa’s hand, that did leave a mark as his face was now a light pink from pained warmth. Thankfully, the younger was snoozing the entire time through.

Finally reaching their destination, Oga had nearly stampeded out of the car in a pissed off frenzy. He was carrying just about all the luggage while having Baby Beel riding on top of his head as the icing on all of the weight. “God, did you really have to try leaning the friggin’ seat back!? You almost crushed me back there!” The delinquent yelled after Bowser, screw the niceness for now! That almost cost him his legs!

“Ohhhh just you wait..” Still, he couldn’t forget what the man had to handle in complete sorrow. It was then; an excellent makeshift idea had come to mind. Trotting right up beside Bowser, now matching his pace, his eyes gazed up in a knowing gesture. “So, the boss lady told me over there you needed to relax. So, you’re lucky I came a lil prepared. Read it n’ weep.” After a small readjustment, one of the suitcases was wrenched open, revealing a god like aroma and an even more sizzling sight.

An entire suitcase of Luther Vandross Burgers. All piping hot and ready for devouring.

Don’t even bother to question how he kept them all hot and in decent shape up to this point. Even Beel’s pacifier dropped from his mouth, thankfully into Oga’s pocket at the sight. The older male carefully kept the suitcase held up in his arms while the rest dragged behind him. God Peach was possible gonna kill him for this. As he picked up one of the delectable burgers, he could already hear the black entity of Luther whispering words of encouragement in his ear. He held the suitcase Bowser’s way.

“It’s time.”

All it took was one bite, for space, time and everything in between to appear before Oga’s eyes all at once. He recognized the truth. He joined the leagues of the enlightened. The entire universe seemed so simple and in the palm of his hand right now.

Holy shit this burger was so fucking good.

Wait.. was his heart..

Yeah. It truly was time for a vacation. Oga’s vision had transcended into pure white.

(Source: xpeach-hime)

bitty—brows:

delinquentdevil
thetieshavebeencut
koumorishireikan

” — It’s rude to barge into someone’s dorm, you know that, right?” She made quick observations of the three strangers in front of her. None had the school uniforms on. “Should I call a teacher?”

Actually, it was more like the delinquent was seeing his own way out. It’s just that him and ‘out’ just weren’t exactly agreeing with each other. Keeping his fingers gripped upon the metallic door handle, his hearing caught her words, while his eyes focused on himself completely. Despite how rude it was, Oga’s eyes just could not tear away from her eyebrows. It didn’t help that there was a lot of intensity behind his eyes on top of that!

“Uh.. Teachers, right. No. I never got along with em’ in my school, and I doubt that I would at this place any better.”

“Thooough, leading me to the nearest exit would be solid. I just finished my end of business here.” He explained. Also by no means was he going to indulge into that said business, well that was a matter still up for debate.

tyrannical—headmaster:

Maya was becoming irritated with the stranger in front of her. Especially when his expression mirrored hers. And they weren’t ‘from around there parts’, so they didn’t belong. — Babies weren’t allowed because of demons and lamie’s that lurked. Last thing they needed was a bunch of Lamie possessed babies crawling around. Even Maya didn’t have the heart to chop off their heads. 

Those security guards were going to get it for letting strangers in.  

Maya had blinked a few times, before reaching into her own bag. “Here. If you need something about demons, it’s all in this journal.” She kept it on her for reasons unknown. She was sure she kept it because of all the information in it, and if there was an emergency, she would know what to do. 

She was hesitant to hand it over, but held it out anyways. “You are not allowed to leave the library until I get that back.” She was hoping he would just right a few things down and leave. 

” — What’s your winning edge, killing all the demons in the world?” She was already trying to take out the occult. Sadly enough, the academy’s name was Occult Academy.  

“Isn’t that something a lil too extreme?” Oga brought up at the mention of demon genocide. The fact that he had a little demon lord on his shoulder only caused a silent layer of tension to blanket over them unintentionally. This brought life to another question; just what sort of vendetta did she have against them to make her want to purge them off completely? Lips thinned out, his dark irises fell upon the book that she brought up.

Hearing her confidence on the matter was a little reassuring, though Maya’s goal just hadn’t stopped clicking in his mind. It had even rendered any playful nature out of the mint haired child into nothing. He could catch onto human speech perfectly. Reaching his hand out, Oga’s fingertips skipped across the weathered cover of the journal.

“Fair enough.” Taking it from her hands, the first thing he did was skimmed to the contents.

“But if you really are that curious, I just don’t have the time to end up in a early grave. So I gotta know what I’m getting to.” His words were clear and straight to the point. All while leaving the details of who the threat was or he had to do. After a second, Oga’s fingers were flicking the pages one after another, eyes widening a bit when he came across something that snatched his interest.

‘Solomon.. hell yes, so he is in here then. Just what did that bearded bastard didn’t want me to know?’ The time to find those answers was now.

The Getaway || Vacation Time

xpeach-hime:

turtle-tyrant:

So done. 

Those were the words King Koopa repeated again and again over the waves of wireless communication. Never once had he been so disappointed in his seeds that he wished they had fallen into the fires of the Keep. The haunting images of a night past— of his traitor of a daughter, and his creepy sons, lingered in his mind and stole the sleep his body so needed. Though reds were the natural color of Bowser’s iris, the bloodshot cracks which traveled to every corner of the beast’s eyes told the story of his stressful night and the lack of rest it allowed him. Whenever he closed his eyes, the constant failures played back in his mind. 

So, when Princess Toadstool offered to take him under her sheltering wing, the stubborn tortoise didn’t refute. Sure, he’d have followed her to the ends of the Earth in stalking anyway, but… he promised to behave, under the grounds their meeting be blanketed in secrecy. 

From beyond the darkness and over the moat above the bubbling magma stomped the man himself. He didn’t appear suited for vacation, for he wasn’t holding a single bag. No, there was no time for him to pack. Bowser hadn’t warned anyone in the castle of his immediate departure, and left no one in charge whilst he was gone. He’d done nothing to prepare— he was simply walking out without looking back. Kamek, as he often did, would provide that responsible that had turned him into the King’s attendant. The ground shook with each irate step, the monster’s teeth grinding as he looked upon the car ahead of him. Sweet salvation. It was without remorse that the peeved child swung to the other side of the car and stole the front seat— whether Tatsumi had been sitting in it or not. Lest he wanted to be crushed, he’d have moved to the back by now!

His squeezing in was comical, the King forced to fold inward due to his ridiculous size in comparison with the rest of the group. His claws folded round his knees, back hunched inward— he was a tank shoved into a bottle, the rims working tirelessly to keep him secure. Yet, not even the irritation of the accommodations could stop him from leaving now. He hissed at the image of his Keep, before turning down to Peach and barking a whispered command— as if speaking too loud would wake the monsters in his home. “Drive. Just… Drive!”

So done. 

Not another word was exchanged between the four, only the screeching of the car’s tires filled the air when the car took off. There was a mutual agreement to refrain from being up the incident that had brought all of this about.  Now that they had successfully gotten Bowser without much of a hassle, their next destination was the airport. From there they would take a private plane straight to Isle Delfino. The short notice of the time prevented the entire plan from being perfectly planned out like she normally did. For now, Isle Delfino would have to do. Although her stay there previously had been horrible at first, the island and the inhabitants grew on her towards the end of the vacation. There were a bunch of activities they could do in order to help relieve the king’s stress.

Now that they were out of Dark Land territory, the temperature had gone down considerably. Peach glanced over at Bowser from the corner of her eyes. He looked terrible. Any doubts that she had about his tale being a lie was immediately erased from her mind. It was impossible for him to make that story up. His appearance reflected just how she imagined that he felt on the inside. Despite this, she couldn’t help but stifle at laugh at how he had to crunch up in the small vehicle. The princess had completely forgotten to consider his size when she picked out which car she would take. She was in such a rush that it had slipped her mind and she took the nearest vehicle she could get her hands on.

Placing her hand on his shoulder, Peach flashed the tyrant a warm smile while keeping one hand on the steering wheel to keep the car in line. “Aww, Bowsy. It’ll be okay! Cheer up. You’ll be able to clear your mind once we get there. The airport is just 15 minutes away. We’ll be there in no time!” She reassured him, patting his shoulder gently.

“Swear you’re so friggin’ lucky right now!” It was a last second measure, but the father/son duo had managed to make a quick and clumsy hop and shuffle to the backseat. While mildly annoyed, the extra stretch of space had opened up some new options for them. Sprawling out, Oga made himself comfortable as he laid down in the backseat. Beel following suit as they both assumed a resting position.

Hearing the mixture of light and heavy tones in the front, Oga allowed himself to relax as his body adjusted to the slight bumps and what not as they traveled through the city streets. Along his stomach, Beel was comfortably settled, eyes slipping close as he tried to catch a snooze for a moment longer, Oga’s protective arm remained around his torso. For the time, he had nothing to say on the matter at hand. Peach knew him a ton better anyways.

So the bodyguards just got a little R & R until they arrived.

The Getaway || Vacation Time

xpeach-hime:

If this was any other day, the mushroom princess would’ve still been snoozing away in her chambers until a more decent hour. However, due to an urgent phone call, Princess Peach was frantically packing a number of suitcases. The person who had called her was none other than the king of Dark Lands. Normally, Peach would have hung the phone up instantly but the desperation and anger in his tone prevented her from doing so. It was easy to tell that he was have a rough night to say the least. The story he told was full of indiscretion on the part of his children. By the time the conversation had ended, the princess was wide awake. It was just so hard to believe and there was no way she would be able to sleep after hearing that!

Pink dresses were neatly placed in the suitcase along with a few other necessary belongs that she would need for this trip she had just planned. A vacation was what he really needed to get his mind off of what had happened last night. The Koopa King was obviously stressed out to the point of no return. If she didn’t get him out now, there was no telling what he would do.

Once her backs were packed, she carried them to her car and placed them in the trunk. Since she was in a rush, she didn’t bother waking up any of her servants to help her with this task. Instead, she had the help her bodyguard which saved them a few trips. Before leaving, Princess Peach made sure to write out a letter to Toadsworth and the other inhabitants of the Mushroom Kingdom to tell them where she had went. It was a tough call but decisions had to be made as quickly as possible. Sure they would worry but she could handle herself for the most part. She would take her chances in order to help a close friend out even if he was a jerk a lot of the time.

“Oga, Beel. Let’s go!”  Peach called out towards the pair getting the last suitcase.

By the time they came out, she already had the car started and ready to go. The pair was barely able to put their seat belts on before the princess took off down the road towards the Dark Lands.  Perhaps her driving a bit on reckless side but with all the kart-racing, she was an expert at handling her car perfectly at a high-speed. They were able to make it to Bowser’s castle in a record time. Peach parked her car right in front of the castle and honked the horn three times before falling silent. 

Appalling only scratched the surface of what the delinquent male had overheard. In short, this was the start of a trip that it sounded like the leaders had much desperately needed.

N’ hey, he was invited to join in as well, so why not?

The labor end of the work was quick as he swift delivered each of the suitcases, packed with essentials up into the trunk of the car. By his shoulder, he could hear the soft yawn of a confused child, something that caused his lips to manage a soft smile. “Relax squirt. We’re just hoppin’ on the road to get a little fresh air.”

“Aiih?” Beel murmured, rubbing at his right eye while glancing about. Not exactly registering what Oga had meant. Yet, there was no time for them to even ponder as all the preparations were set. Now bundled up into the vehicle, it was time for ignition. Making sure to strap up, Beel had settled in Oga’s lap for the duration of the ride. Looks like no one seemed what he started out in his vacation clothes in the get go. The delinquent’s tropical shirt was the main thing to stand out, next to the suddenly brandished pair of sunglasses for him and Baby Beel.

“Still can’t believe the guy had it that rough.”

By the time they arrived, Oga had his arm draped over the car door. The window was rolled down as the heated breeze had slipped into the car interior. Beel had taken the chance to look at the rather infamous appearance of an intimidating castle. It was time to see how bad the big guy was really looking, with his own eyes.

How most RPs start

heavenlyentityofdestruction:

“Where the hell am I now!?”

turtle-tyrant:

Kids? None. I have no children.

-Enjoying my new Poshley Heights home.-

Man..

You just wanna come down and chill at my place for a bit? Looks like your life is fallin’ apart.