#｡*ﾟ+.*｡🧄— $𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐄;; Main

[garlculean]

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

↳ A comprehensive list of scenarios // 𝐀𝐂𝐂𝐄𝐏𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆

      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...❞

#｡*ﾟ+.*｡🧄— $𝐀𝐒𝐊;; #｡*ﾟ+.*｡🧄— $𝐂𝐋𝐎𝐒𝐄𝐃 𝐑𝐏;; #｡*ﾟ+.*｡🧄— $𝐋𝐄𝐍𝐆𝐓𝐇;; Medium #｡*ﾟ+.*｡🧄— $𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐄;; Main #gladesglo

[garlculean]

|| @timid-plumber | 𝑪𝑶𝑵𝑻𝑰𝑵𝑼𝑨𝑻𝑰𝑶𝑵 ||

      𝐀𝐍 𝐀𝐋𝐓𝐎 𝐇𝐔𝐌 𝐓𝐇𝐑𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐄𝐃 𝐆𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐘 out from Wario's lips in regards to Luigi's response towards his inquiry. It appeared in that very moment he'd had some sort of thought pressed between the pages of his mind. However, this juncture was short lived as right after Wario had simply shrugged towards the other fellow with a rather nonchalant, mundane face. He mumbled and murmured the universal sound for ' I dunno ' before replying stalely.

                                           ❝ Curiosity ain't killed DIS cat yet, Eh, heh, heh... ❞

#timid-plumber #｡*ﾟ+.*｡🧄— $𝐂𝐋𝐎𝐒𝐄𝐃 𝐑𝐏;; #｡*ﾟ+.*｡🧄— $𝐋𝐄𝐍𝐆𝐓𝐇;; Short #｡*ﾟ+.*｡🧄— $𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐄;; main

[garlculean]

|| @aslyfcx | 𝑪𝑶𝑵𝑻𝑰𝑵𝑼𝑨𝑻𝑰𝑶𝑵 ||

      𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐎𝐍𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐂𝐔𝐌𝐁𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐎𝐌𝐄 𝐂𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐔𝐒𝐄𝐃 𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐒, Wario clasped over his shoulder. What the man was doing that'd caused this newfound laceration was him attempting to get down off a roof he was on while doing some tile replacement work on it. during his way down, the ladder had wobbled before nearly falling entirely. Thankfully, Wario was able to catch a grip but not after scrapping his shoulder against a lose end of a footing drain that was clearly broke, revealing a sharp end. He didn't make a loud yelp, but instead, produce a low grunt noise before immediately covering it.

      After climbing down, he'd spoken that phrase, mentioning on not caring if the injury was bleeding or not. Wario gave the anthropomorphic man a bit of a cocked brow, along with a surprised look which painted his own face quite clearly. He didn't expect such a reaction to be brought on ⸺ I mean, he was a tough man! one who felt he could handle pretty much anything.

                                    ❝ Don't worry about it, it'sa not DAT bad... ❞

      Wario muttered under his breath before finally taking the time to look over at his injury. Where his hand was, crimson clearly was seeping out from under it, his own blood leaking downwards, reaching as far as to his forearm. Glancing back over to the fox, Wario said with a touch of annoyance, feeling this to be more of an inconvenience than a actual worrisome situation.

                        ❝ Just uhhh'- Get me someding ta wrap dis up wif', alright?                          I don't care what you bring me. Just hurry it up! ❞

#aslyfcx #｡*ﾟ+.*｡🧄— $𝐂𝐋𝐎𝐒𝐄𝐃 𝐑𝐏;; #｡*ﾟ+.*｡🧄— $𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐄;; main #｡*ﾟ+.*｡🧄— $𝐋𝐄𝐍𝐆𝐓𝐇;; Short #// TW blood #// just encase #// thought to take the chance to send a meme since I couldnt get around with the starter #// hope this works !

[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! ❞

#heycheater #｡*ﾟ+.*｡🧄— $𝐂𝐋𝐎𝐒𝐄𝐃 𝐑𝐏;; #｡*ﾟ+.*｡🧄— $𝐋𝐄𝐍𝐆𝐓𝐇;; Medium #｡*ﾟ+.*｡🧄— $𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐄;; Main #Hope you dont mind I got a little carried away with my writing HWUYWHAHAHAHA #got real into it and hyped #it's time...

[garlculean]

@minniemousess Asked. “Would you like to build a snowman with me?” (Unprompted)

      𝐁𝐔𝐈𝐋𝐃 𝐀 𝐒𝐍𝐎𝐖𝐌𝐀𝐍? Why, Wario could hardly even trace back to the last time he'd even so much as ATTEMPTED to construct such a thing! Building a snowman was child's-play in his eyes... Come to think of it, that had to of been the last time he'd tried making one and very well could be why his memory on creating one of the snow figures was so foggy. Bringing a hand up to his jagged stash, Wario toyed with not only it, but also with the idea of accepting her offer; perhaps humor the mouse-lady by giving in. Yes, he'd seen it as juvenile sure, but it may be something to do to pass the time. Besides, he didn't have much else going on during her approach.

                        ❝ Heh... Y'know da' last time I 'a builted a snowman I had to'a been knee-high to a grasshopper! Sai quanto tempo fa e stato? EH-HEH,HEH. ❞ A pause for one last ponder ❝ eeeeeh! Fine, fine, fine... Sure. why not. y'wanna build a snowman? I can help wit' dat. Dere's nothin' dat Wario CAN'T do! AH-HA-HA! ❞

#minniemousess #｡*ﾟ+.*｡🧄— $𝐀𝐒𝐊;; #｡*ﾟ+.*｡🧄— $𝐂𝐋𝐎𝐒𝐄𝐃 𝐑𝐏;; #｡*ﾟ+.*｡🧄— $𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐄;; Main #｡*ﾟ+.*｡🧄— $𝐋𝐄𝐍𝐆𝐓𝐇;; Short

[garlculean]

@Mariotime Asked.

IT'S DANGEROUS TO GO ALONE

take this! the gold digger wario will no doubt find these rupees to be the utmost valuable. BUT WAIT- hold the phone. mario giving such a treasured gift for one of his biggest rivals? he checked his list. he checked it twice. maybe. JUST maybe. those 2 v 2 mini games has earned back a once upon a time friendship. what happened, then? well, in the mushroom kingdom they say. that wario's small heart grew three sizes that day.

      𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐍𝐎 𝐃𝐎𝐔𝐁𝐓 𝐇𝐄 𝐃𝐈𝐃! Enthralling owl shaped eyes basked down at the brilliant jewels before him. The way they glistened, the way they shined! Cumbersome hands snatched up the treasure faster than a rat up a drainpipe⸺! It was as though in this very moment that Mario, who stood right Infront of him, didn't even exist as all his focus and attention was pinpointed severely onto the PRECIOUS STONES.

      Taking one out from the casing, Wario lifted it up to his lips before giving it a few gracious smacks. With each peck, Wario added a loud comedic 'mwuah!' sound.

              ❝ OH BABY! WAH-HA HA HAAaaAAaaAA! COME TA' PAPAAAH!!! ❞

      Just as he was at the climax of his pursuit of happiness, a red blur from out the corner of his eye caught his attention forcing him, in a way, to come to. That immense smile plastered upon his face slowly lowered itself to a mundane muse. Dipping his head down, Wario stared at Mario...Ineptly, he'd drawn his eyes away from Mario and down at the Jewels. There was a moment a silence which hung around awkwardly between the two before Wario even dared to put away the stone he once held then closed the case. Giving the box a few quick taps, Wario peeked back over to his old friend and muttered under his mouth hastily.

                                                            ❝ Err-...Uhm...I ⸺eeh.....Danks... ❞

#Mariotime #｡*ﾟ+.*｡🧄— $𝐀𝐒𝐊;; #｡*ﾟ+.*｡🧄— $𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐄;; Main #｡*ﾟ+.*｡🧄— $𝐋𝐄𝐍𝐆𝐓𝐇;; Short #// bless em. #// They make a good team too...WHEN THEY ACTUALLY WORK together. and not BUTT HEADS AHEM AHEM #// WHUWWHAHAHAHA

[garlculean]

|| @cobraghost | 𝑺𝑻𝑨𝑹𝑻𝑬𝑹 ||

      𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐔𝐍 𝐁𝐄𝐆𝐀𝐍 𝐓𝐎 𝐑𝐈𝐒𝐄 𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐑 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐇𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐙𝐎𝐍, painting the sky with whimsical shades of vermillion and cerise while at the base of it all a deep shade of blue prevailed it'self, only further exemplifying precisely how beguiling the welkin was. Still, the big blue was not entirely clear skies as floating amongst it were, of varying shapes and sizes, different arrays of clouds— those of which resembled that of light fluffy bundles of cotton candy. Peering through some of these were distinct golden rays, ones prominent enough to create warmth yet light enough to where it wasn't overpowering. This made for the perfect temperature, further evident by the sheer amount of people seen spending their time outside rather than in.

      Included amongst these folk was non-other than Wario himself. Typically, he'd spend most his free time sat within his easy chair watching everything or really anything he could find that was even a glint bit of interesting. But today in the early hours of the morning, he decided to spend it how he does on his other, not too rare of occasion days, outside. During the times he wasn't spent vegging out in front of the television, Wario spent it out on his deck. It wasn't much, given how he lived in a rather shabby mobile home and could only afford so much; he'd still found ways to make it work and look nice— to his standards of course.

      It was a compacted living space, nothing to get heads to turn towards it, perhaps away from it if anything. The exterior was made of metal, one painted over with a beige and umber color accompanied towards the corners near the roof and flooring, some unsavory, unpleasant rust which crept through. Above the door, in a conceited sense to some, a metal sign was made by the legend himself, one that was simply a large 'W' that'd been nailed against the exterior. This was his house, and he made sure to make it the exact way he'd wanted it- no matter what cock-eyes he'd get out of passerbys. His deck wasn't much to gawk at either as it was made out of unpainted wooden planks. With the porch, there was some space from when just entering to exiting the house on the foyer which let Wario keep a plastic outdoor's coffee-sized table on it, while next to the table kept a old, vintage looking folding webbed chaise lounge chair.

      From out his house, Wario carried with him a small brown and silver radio he'd gotten from a thrift store roughly over a year ago. Due to it being one that had to still be plugged into the wall, he'd made use of this by plugging it's outlet into an extension cord which ran from the inside of his home, to the outdoor deck. Due to this, the entrance leading into the man's household was just ajarred enough for the wire to run out through. Setting the radio onto the table, Wario began to switch the stations until he got to one of his favorites; the old country station that played hits that dated back to the 60's, all the way up to the 2000's. In his other hand, he'd brough out a cup of joe; one fixed to his likings. A dark slow roasted coffee that had not one drop of sweetener nor creamer put into it; the way coffee should be, as he'd put it. Tucked between his arm was a folding up paper which, once he set the coffee and radio down, took out from under his arm before taking a seat in the lawn chair.

      Faint bird chirps intertwined with the music, creating a sense of tranquility. The only thing the half-troll wished for was if he could find a far more comfy chair to be sitting in while enjoying it all. With each minor movement or adjustment he'd make, the chair would creak and squeal. Not to mention how the very material holding it together was hard and inflexible and due to the weight and size of the unit that was Wario, parts of the webbing had torn and tattered pieces, which only added to the comfortability. But when it came to spending money on something he didn't technically absolutely need to replace, it had him lean towards the ladder of waiting for it to be entirely unusable before replacing it and finding a better one once that time does come.

      Unrolling the newspaper, Wario went straight into the section where all advertisements would be held. Skimming through it, Wario paused at a certain segment before shouting out clamorously

                        ❝ EXCELLENT! ❞ With a fit of joy, Wario laughed from the bellow of his gut with gleam, while in the middle of the laughter, giving the paper a few pecks; pulling it up to, then away from his face with each smack while stating aloud 'mwuah''s ! What could possibly get him so excited? Well, for months on end he'd been fighting with the papers to get his handyman service a spot in it and each time he'd get the papers to see if it was there; for one reason or another, would find it to of been delayed, rejected, and or told it would be in the next one when calling them personally— But today? THERE IT WAS! And to Wario, this was him seeing more and more green TO be put into his pockets!

            ❝ L'HO FATTO! WAH-HAW HAW HAAAW!!! ❞ He praised to himself, before ending his guffaw with a long breath. The ad was something pretty eye-catching... It had on it Wario's signature stash, along with a well sized rundown of his services. His business name was titled as " WARIO'S HAMMER & NAIL SOLUTIONS! " Something he still felt ever so proud of naming. In it, it went over fixing things to leaky roofs, replacing roof tiles, floor tiles, light fixture installations, fresh painting for either outdoor or indoor purposes, deck repairs, flooring improvements, and much more! And below it all was a number, his number for anyone who was interested in any of his services.

#cobraghost #｡*ﾟ+.*｡🧄— $𝐂𝐋𝐎𝐒𝐄𝐃 𝐑𝐏;; #｡*ﾟ+.*｡🧄— $𝐋𝐄𝐍𝐆𝐓𝐇;; Long #｡*ﾟ+.*｡🧄— $𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐄;; Main #// WOOO YESS IM READY FOR THIS #// EXCITEMENT #// LETS GOOO!

[garlculean]

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

↳ A comprehensive list of scenarios // 𝐍𝐎𝐓 𝐀𝐂𝐂𝐄𝐏𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆

      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?

#plumberpower #｡*ﾟ+.*｡🧄— $𝐀𝐒𝐊;; #｡*ﾟ+.*｡🧄— $𝐂𝐋𝐎𝐒𝐄𝐃 𝐑𝐏;; #｡*ﾟ+.*｡🧄— $𝐋𝐄𝐍𝐆𝐓𝐇;; Medium #｡*ﾟ+.*｡🧄— $𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐄;; main

[garlculean]

      @heycheater Asked. sprain + reverse (wah)

↳ A comprehensive list of scenarios // 𝐀𝐂𝐂𝐄𝐏𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆

      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!

#｡*ﾟ+.*｡🧄— $𝐀𝐒𝐊;; #｡*ﾟ+.*｡🧄— $𝐂𝐋𝐎𝐒𝐄𝐃 𝐑𝐏;; #｡*ﾟ+.*｡🧄— $𝐋𝐄𝐍𝐆𝐓𝐇;; Medium #｡*ﾟ+.*｡🧄— $𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐄;; Main #// 𝑾 𝑨 𝑯 #heycheater

[garlculean]

@manebloom asked. "uh. how do you feel about salted licorice? i have a surplus of that." kids don't seem to like it. shockingly.

      𝐃𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐈𝐍𝐄𝐃 𝐖𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐊𝐋𝐄𝐒 𝐂𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐊𝐋𝐄𝐃 𝐀𝐓 the upper ridge of the man's nose as the look of sheer disgust plagued ever aspect of his face. The fact a house would even think about giving a child salted licorice of all things, oh... he'd hoped they'd got what was coming to them. Like a great big giant load of T-P to the house! Or even better, rotten eggs!

                  ❝ I feel like I'mma gonna be SICK!⸺ BLEHK! ❞

      His eyes shifted over to the small tote's other goodies, noticing a good sized twix bar. He knew what he had to do as he began to play the role of a concerned adult by giving a large worrisome gasp before pointing the specific candy bar out.

            ❝ oooo, I don't like da' looks of dat one rite' dere. Do you see dat? It's all...DEFLATED. Dat USUALLY means dat it's been tampered wit'. Here, give it to me and let me take'a closer look⸺ you don't want ta get POISIONED and sent to hospital now, do you? ❞

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[garlculean]

|| @yukikorogashi | 𝑺𝑻𝑨𝑹𝑻𝑬𝑹 ||

      60 million years ago located within the northern part of Japan sat an extensive stretch of province which spanned over 70 thousand miles. Koharu Mori, it was named, consisted of temperatures that'd commonly reach up into the eighties // nineties (Fahrenheit), with high forms of frequent humidity, going hand in hand with it's tropical rainfalls that it was most susceptible to. Amera, The goddess of Nature; seen beauty within it, thus further blessing it with what would become a very sacred gift. The gift of life.

      ' The Mantel Of Flora ', hidden within the depth of Koharua, had made the forest appear as though it'd gained its own sense of sentience. With this newfound 'consciousness', it'd always remain to of emitted a feeling of security to all whom visited it, quoting it as a lovely, magical experience. But in recent years, something has changed...It's losing its vibrance, appearing to even show signs of decay, along with all tranquility it'd once pertained replaced by something far more sinister. painfully, locals around Koharua Mori have been fearing for their own safety while having one main question in their minds... Why was it bringing darkness into their lives?

      𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐎𝐅 𝐀𝐈𝐑 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐒𝐄𝐒 𝐆𝐑𝐀𝐙𝐄𝐃 upon the wings of a rather compact purple bulldog jet, producing loud audible 'swoosh' sounds from up above in the skies. The aircraft's vessel quivered as it used all its energy to keep in the sky. Wario, the man who owned the jet, had quite a bit of maintenance he had to do with it but had been negligently avoiding for some time. The engine roared and shook along with the steering wheel having to be consistently corrected and moved just to keep it's path straight. But there was a very key reason why Wario thought to take such a risky move to get himself over seas and into Japan.

      It was back at his house while watching television that, when flipping through what station to watch, Wario caught a voice snippet breaking through the other snippets that clearly stated something about a ' ancient artifact '. Frantically, Wario flipped back towards that very channel showcasing some news article in which they'd mentioned something of a treasure that was hidden somewhere within the forest of Koharua, but has yet to be discovered.

An ancient relic... Treasure... GOLD⸺ WEALTH! which meant MANY RICHES!!!

      Wario was practically frothing at the mouth over the mention of it. He didn't want it, no, he NEEDED it! From how he'd seen it, that treasure was already as good as his. So while doing the BARE MINIMUM amount of research, Wario had found roughly where on the map Koharu Mori would've been located then got to packing. He'd brought with him a substantial amount of food and other materials one would bring with them when venturing out in the wild, things like; A sleeping bag, knife, flashlight, several water bottles, a matchbox, and well uuuhm...smores! ...what? A man's gotta eat! Stuffing all the things he had on him into a sizable backpack, Wario proceeded to then hop into his bulldog jet and take off!

      Flying over a large patch of woodland, Wario began to feel a shift within the atmosphere. The weather was becoming more humid while the brush underneath the jet was seemingly forming a thick, heavy, and dense fog that'd blocked out most of its visibility from where he was. A little frustrating, but not the end of the world. Besides, a little bit of smog wasn't going to detour him and make him turn back home, ABSOLUTELY NOT!

      Just as he was about to reach over to his pack to retrieve the map he'd brought with him , a loud almost deafening P O P could be heard from the back of the jet. It's body abruptly pulled towards the side, warranting Wario to momentarily neglect the map, but instead, put both hands on the wheel and with a great deal of might, pull it's direction into the opposite direction in which it was wanting to go. With the sheer amount of force he was using on controlling the jet, it wasn't all too surprising or long before it'd began making concerning noises, sounding as though it was going to break off the hinges at any given moment.

      Hastily, Wario glanced between the tail-end of his jet, realizing the immense smell of smoke filling the air around him. Whatever caused his aircraft to produce that loud pop sound was also what'd caused it to then release this hazardous amount of smoke. Believing he could, if push comes to shove, replace the jet with a new one upon getting this treasure he was quite literally searching for, Wario made a quick decision. Taking the backpack he'd had with him and slinging it over his shoulder, he'd hurried to whip out the emergency parachute, strapped it on, then without a second thought, leapt out of the moving plane before plummeting below.

      Once at the right distance, Wario pulled on the string to release the parachute accordingly, allowing for the man to make it down to the ground safely. Although he couldn't see exactly where he was landing due to the smog, that was less of his worry surprisingly as while he'd made his way down, his gaze was fixated on his poor jet which, not long after ditching it, made one hellish of a crash upon striking the floor. Guess this meant that after he finds and gets the treasure, he'd have to also book a flight back home-- something he really wasn't looking forward to having to do. But he'll be rich, right? so--WHO CARES!

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[garlculean]

                                                  𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐒 𝐏𝐎𝐒𝐓

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