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      @gladesglo Asked. TRAIL :  for one muse to notice the other has been following them.

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      𝐈𝐍 𝐒𝐏𝐈𝐓𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝐈𝐓'𝐒 𝐔𝐍𝐒𝐀𝐕𝐎𝐑𝐘 𝐑𝐄𝐏𝐔𝐓𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍, 'the swamps of forgetfulness' smelled nostalgically satisfying. It reminded Wario of the times when he was just a mere child living back in Cefalù, sneaking off into the back woods that lead to a pond. To some, ponds were something to stay away from, but Wario could hardly bat an eye, and during his adolescence, spent a good time catching frogs and other various animals found in the murky loch. Ironic how a place with the word 'forget' in its own name was able to bring back such memories to the man, memories he'd long since blotted up in the back of his mind; that is up until now.

      But something was a miss... and he could swear the for at least a mile or two of his travels, there'd been eyes laid on him; watching him proceed through the bog. Every once in a while. Wario would sharpy turn his sights behind him, looking over his shoulder to do so. Oddly, each time there'd be no real trace of someone nor something there. He wondered if it was some sort of animal stalking him in hopes of its next meal, or maybe following out of curiosity. His guess leaned towards the first matter as, from his experience of venturing out into the woods, creatures that are ever so bold enough to follow you always had ill intent.

      Shuffling of leaves caused Wario to, once again, turn around⸺ but this time while spinning at the heel of his foot to fully face what'd been behind him. From there, he couldn't help but notice one of the bushes had trembling leaves, as though it was disturbed moments ago. Squinting in it's direction, Wario spoke up in his rough, raucous, and RUSTY VOICE.

                  ❝ EY BUDDY, I KNOW YOU'RE IN DERE! ❞ He yelled out, pointing directly towards the bush. ❝ You must'a mistaken Waario for'a FOOL if you dink dat I hadn't notice you been FOLLOWIN' me. But eh, you caught me in'a rather chummy mood...So here, I'll do dis... You get five seconds to show yourself before I SHOULDER BASH you into oblivion! Da' choice is ALL your's...❞

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[garlculean]

|| @heycheater | 𝑺𝑻𝑨𝑹𝑻𝑬𝑹 ||

      𝐃𝐀𝐖𝐍 𝐖𝐀𝐒 𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐅𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐎 𝐃𝐔𝐒𝐊... the sun cradling beneath the earth's surface to allow the moon it's space to occupy the sky above. Typically, this would make for a melancholy sight. But sadly, that would not be the case for this very specific night. You see, the day started out with sunshine and rainbows but ended with quite the heavy, and HORRENDOUS RAINFALL.

      Rushing out from the comforts of his parked vehicle , Wario hurried into his mobile-home as though his life desperately depended on it. He had no umbrella, but instead, used a sorry excuse for coverage out of a newspaper he'd left in his car weeks, or perhaps even months ago but never found the time to...well...clean it out.

      He hobbled unevenly to his front doorstep, yawping curses aloud into the rain. Hastily, yet sloppily, Wario got to his keys, swung open the door, rushed in, then slammed it shut behind him. He was quiet, but only for the brief moment as he paused to check himself over.

                                   He was absolutely DRENCHED.

      Letting out an annoyed ' 𝐖𝐀𝐇! ' Wario slammed his keys down, along with what was left of the now torn and shredded up papers onto a nearby side table towards the entrance of his house.

      Well... least he could use this time to watch TV... With the posture of defeat, Wario drug his feet towards his sofa, sat down, then grabbed the remote. But there was a issue⸺ a BIG issue. It wasn't working. The television wouldn't turn on... OH how much worse could this day even become!

      Practically GROWLING, Wario reached over for the landline, picking it up with sheer annoyance, then dialed up the only person he really could think of calling... Waluigi.

      It only took three rings from the opposing side for Wario to already tap his foot one hundred miles per hour against the floor while beginning to also complain to himself.

❝ AuUgGghHh!⸺ C'mon, C'moon- you'a SO LAZY, PICK UP DA' PHONE! ❞

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[garlculean]

@plumberpower Asked. ACCOMPANY :  for one muse to give the other an extra ticket to an event.

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      𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐌𝐎𝐒𝐓 𝐆𝐎𝐀𝐃, 𝐆𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐄𝐃 𝐌𝐔𝐒𝐄 𝐈𝐌𝐌𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐄𝐃 the alignments of the man's face as he'd seen the highly admired plumber head in his direction. Just the sight of him...no, no, the mere IDEA of him was enough to set Wario off. What's more, he dared not to hide this factor from the bloke neither. If anything, the mammoth of a man made it most apparent in every aspect possible. With lips jagged and yanked so far downwards, it'd twisted into an unsavory, hideous, beastly grimace⸺ escorted by eyes that shot straight through like sharp daggers. Wario fixated down at Mario; a low grumble being heard which resonated at the base of his throat before he'd ever so rudely spat out.

                        ❝ BAAH! CHE PALLE MAAA'RIO... =HUFF= ...you'a like'a rash dat just keeps COMIN' BACK! ⸺WHAT!!! What do you want!? You have EYES don't you? BACHAGALOOP...I'mma little BUSY. ❞

      There was virtually zero efforts made to make himself appear more approachable to the fellow; with a puffed chest and a stance that made him practically LOOM OVER Mario, Wario went out his way to make himself appear as threatening, and as intimidating as possible. He didn't like Mario, and he didn't care for him to know this either. But just as he was going to spout something else out at Mario and emerge himself even further over the bijou gent, something made him stop...

      What was that? In the plumber's hand...? Wario blinked a few times with a notion of bewilderment held within his very own gaze. There was slight hesitation Wario firstly looking Mario up and down before hastily snatching the ticket out from his mitts. Taking a substantial step backwards, Wario finally created some noticeable distance between the two before peering downwards at the ticket.

                  ❝ ... Whats dis?... ❞ He questioned, face molding into a look of skepticism and perhaps even, uncertainty?

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[garlculean]

      @heycheater Asked. sprain + reverse (wah)

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      𝐇𝐄 𝐃𝐈𝐃𝐍'𝐓 𝐊𝐍𝐎𝐖 𝐇𝐎𝐖 𝐈𝐓 𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐏𝐄𝐍𝐄𝐃, nor had he'd been around to witness it; but one thing was for certain, and that was Wario at the very least most defiantly heard the incident. One moment he was stood groggily painting a fence for one of his " many " customers while all the sudden a distinct distraught sound caught his ear. Perking his head up, Wario halted the task at hand; going as far as to even drop the paint brush which'd once laid steadily gripped within his hold.

      ❝ Waluigi ?⸺ ❞ A discordant voice called out, one layered with what almost appeared to be that of concern while boarder-lining into an alarmed tone.

      Wiping his hands clean off from the paint, inattentively transferring it onto his own pant legs, Wario made haste over to his lanky, scraggly crony. His sights first tilted down towards the other man before glancing around the area as though to try and make sense out of what could have transpired. Wario's disquieted demeanor lived for as long as it died, as once he'd evaluated the area, coming to this not being too big of a crisis, his face changed to that of annoyance.

                        ❝ YA'DOPE! WHADDYA DO DIS TIME?! ❞

      Rubbing his own nose a few times, Wario murmur something under his breath before peering over to Waluigi's ankle. Based on the other's position, and being how he hadn't really gotten up off the ground, Wario decided that perhaps... perhaps he'd lend him a SLIGHT helping hand...

      ❝ Here— ❞ He began, kneeling over to Waluigi before placing a hand behind his knees and the other to his back. With virtually no struggle, Wario lifted him up with such ease that one would think he could've weighed as much as a feather! Once Wario had successfully hoisted Waluigi up off from the ground, he'd then made his stride towards his car parked half a block down.

                  ❝ I can fix dat easy, don't'a even worry about it⸺ and you don't need'a doctor, FORGITDA'BOUT DA STUPID DOCTORS, alright? Dey're FRAUDS! Watch, I'mma be doin' EEHH'XXXAAACTLY what dey'd be doin' dere. ❞ He scoffed, making it well known straight off the bat that he was not intending on taking Waluigi to any hospital of any sort, but instead, genuinely believing his own claims on being able to do the job himself. I mean... he got away with not seeing a doctor for well over a decade, so if anyone knew how to keep trucking along without them then surely he must be the one!

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