Mushroom World Descendants

[Trellia Remme]

From The ( B r i g h t s i d e ) Prince
I'd really like to know who this is!

Mushroom World Descendants

Prince Tereru
Son of King Teresa & Lady Rosbi

Lady Syrbi
A Nimbi of Overthere

Wattson
The Lil' Sparky

Princess Marissa
Daughter of Queen Peach & King Mario

Princess Luisa
Daughter of Queen Daisy & King Luigi

Blumiere Jr.
Son of Lord Blumiere and Lady Timpani

Gesso Blooper
The Blooper Menace Artist

Kassie Koopa
King Bowser Jr.'s Right Hand

Mallory
Duplighost Sect Leader

[Royal King Boo]

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PRINCETERERU
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xxxxx mood : : xxxxxxx Groggy and confused
xxxxx objective : : xxx Getting out of OVERTHERE.
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The sweet slumber felt nice. But it was suddenly interrupted by a splash of water on the face! The young prince had quickly sat up with a loud gasp, coughing a little hard before placing his hands over his face and wiping it with his hands. What the heck was going on here!? "Heheh, the odd man hath awoken..!" A young boy's voice cried out, laughing as the boo prince wiped his face with his shirt, muttering quiet obscenities under his breath. The second of the boys had gasped and then chuckled at the prince's words. It was not often that they heard language like that. "Oooo, such vulgar language..!" Bright, silver eyes focused on the two pale children that were floating about him and he jumped up to his feet with a fanged frown. Who were these strange, winged children? Whoever they were, Tereru didn't appreciate the water to his face. "Look Joebi, he is of nimbi descent.. but..." The first of the boys said as he started to circle around Tereru, eying him in confusion. His nimbi wings were quite... pathetic in size, compared to a normal nimbi's wings. In fact, even the child's wings were more extravagant than Tereru's.

Eying the boy with a quirked brow, he could tell by the bucket in his hand, that must have been the one that woke him up. Suddenly, his face shifted to one of pure evil, his fangs growing to at least twice their size as he gave a loud screech at the boy, his mouth opened to proportions that was not normal for any human, or nimbi. The two boys screamed before flying away in fright, which caused Tereru to laugh triumphantly. "That's right little boys, run...! Niiheheh~!" Placing his hands onto his sides, he whipped his head back, causing his wet hair to fly out of his face, but his crown somehow stayed on his head, even though physics would suggest that it momentum would throw it off. "Now, this isn't my room. Where am I?" He had slowly looked down at the fluffy white surface he was standing on and hopped back immediately with a loud gasp. Clouds? How'd he get from his bed, to clouds?! Looking around himself in a bit of a panic, he had bit his fingertip with one of his, now smaller, fangs. He didn't understand where he was or how he got there, but seeing some of the structures nearby... this was reminding him of the bedtime stories his mother used to tell him when he was but a wee nimboo.

[Trellia Remme]

Hollow-hearted, heart-departed -
Yet thou reapest the blooming rose -
When 'tis the weed which is to be swath'd

Lady Syrbi

Sunlight, as always, poured abundant and steady in, through the windows of this Nimbi home. In the Overthere, night was a rare occurrence: reserved for a holiday or two, and needed little elsewhere. In one room in particular, a young Nimbi woman sat, presently readying herself to attend a council meeting: one whose purpose was to learn fro the sages. She had done her hair up with a small top hat, still allowing an abundant amount to flow down her back. Her best dress was one, trimmed in pewter with shoes to match. Her wings were folded in to her back, but adorned with similar pewter ornaments, which were jointed to move with her wings. It weighed them down a bit, but she did not requite them very often. She adjusted her bolero carefully with gloved fingers, before turning to step carefully from her room, deep red eyes calm--util she heard a scream. Just as she got outside to see what this was about, two small Nimbi boys were suddenly at her side, pressing their faces into the folds of her skirt. "Joebi, calm thyself! What hath startled thee so?" The woman asked as she slowly knelt down, gently rubbing their backs a bit to comfort them. "Syrbi! Srybi, he hath huge fangs, and his mouth, gapes as though without bottom!" After this, they both started spouting more distraught words, but it became jumbled, and so she sent them inside, saying she would go see. "Let him not harm thee, Syrbi!"

And so, the beautiful young Nimbi, this Syrbi, made herself late by tending to the needs of her young friends. The disturbance was in quite the opposite direction of the council chambers, but she had sworn. So, as she walked, she kept her crimson eyes peeled for a beastly man with a gaping maw and huge fangs. When she came upon something strange, however, it was not what she had anticipated. "Hark!" She called out towards the young Nimbi man, with a crown and strangely small wings. "Who art thou? I hath ne'er seen thee a'fore now.." She pondered this for a few moments, before looking curious, "Hath ye seen any beastly man, with gaping maw about?"

I do, in the blooming flower, pleasure find!
Innocence is reserved for the meek:
Of naught is my grasp ne'er to be!

[Royal King Boo]

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PRINCETERERU
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xxxxx mood : : xxxxxxx FFFFFFFFFFFF!!!
xxxxx objective : : xxx I don't know anymore!
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Only partially admiring the scenery of the place, he had heard a voice out of his vision; a woman's voice. One that asked who he was. Who was he? A fanged smirk spread across his face as he put his hand over his chest. It was time for his grand introduction. 'Alright, you can do this.' "Who am I, you ask?" If only he could materialize a mighty cape like his father did. With a slow turn towards the woman, he grinned even more, still showing his small fangs. They were not as large of fangs as his fathers, and other boo royals, since nimbis didn't naturally have fangs. "Before you, stands the FEARFUL - -" Upon eye contact with this beautiful goddess, his train of thought had completely wrecked. What was he saying again? Who was this woman. His mouth gaped open only slightly, but 'devoid of the void' that was inside of it before, he stared at her in complete silence. This was probably not a look that nimbis were used to getting, of course. As beauty didn't matter that much in paradise. He had to know who this person was... "I uh. The guy. The uh.. beastly man. That's, like, me. I'm the..." It took him a bit to gather his thoughts, but soon, he had furrowed his brows and pointed to himself proudly with his thumbs. "Prince Tereru, the mighty king of boos. To be." He muttered the last part, but it was indeed audible.

[Trellia Remme]

Hollow-hearted, heart-departed -
Yet thou reapest the blooming rose -
When 'tis the weed which is to be swath'd

Lady Syrbi

Syrbi's brows lifted slowly as she watched the strange Nimbi man, quite interested to hear what story he might offer. He was... the fearful...? Something or other, but it seemed the sight of her had thrown him a touch. "Pray, art thou touched?" She asked, wondering, apparently, if he was a bit 'slow'. Not that that made any sense for a Nimbi, but she had heard of such a condition before. However, she blinked rapidly in surprise when he admitted to being the scary things her young friends had come to her in fear of. "Thee!" She laughed suddenly, "Thou doth not mean to say that thou art fearsome?" Syrbi's hands found her hips as she slowly walked towards, and then around the young man, stopping behind him and gently grasping one of his wings, "A Boo Prince, art thou? With wings of a Nimbi babe, and fans of but a bat...?" Wait. That didn't sound right. It just occurred to her that fangs weren't normal for a Nimbi, at all. She was in front of him again in a moment, eyes narrowing as she inspected his face, particularly those fans of his. "Thou hath both fang and wing. What art thou, precisely? Say not that thou art but a Boo, 'tis a lie, verily."

I do, in the blooming flower, pleasure find!
Innocence is reserved for the meek:
Of naught is my grasp ne'er to be!

[Royal King Boo]

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PRINCETERERU
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xxxxx mood : : xxxxxxx FFFFFFFFFFFF!!!
xxxxx objective : : xxx I don't know anymore!
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His brow twitched repeatedly when she started to laugh at his fearsome quote. He was fearsome! He was to be feared! A small growl came from him, until the laugh stopped. She clearly did not take him seriously. Nobody did! Because of those stupid wings. But his sour mood didn't stop him from gawking at her. But he could do that while throwing a tantrum too, folding his arms over his chest stubbornly as he leered at her with unblinking eyes until she moved behind him. 'She's so freaking hot, what the heck?! I thought everyone would look like mom in this place!' He finally decided to retort to her INSULT. Though she probably did not mean it as such. "I am the most fearsome entity that you have ever seen, nimbi woman!" His cute little wing shivered at the tuch before tugging at her hand a bit. The wings themselves seemed so frail, obviously not big enough to sustain flight, but he had his boo powers for that sorta thing. "What am I precisely? Oh, don't let the wings fool you, I'm a boo. I'm a SCARY, FRIGHTENING boo." He too was inspecting, among other things, her face. It was so perfect, in his eyes, actually calling out for him to touch it, having the same allure as a 'do not press' button, to a certain extent. If his arms weren't still folded over his chest, he probably would have done so. "I'm just a nimbi also." He said, his eyes staring at the glorious, revealed portion of her neck, and the little gem that sat just above her cleavage. Realizing he wasn't making eye contact, something else that was not normal to nimbis, his eyes quickly darted up to her's.

[Trellia Remme]

Hollow-hearted, heart-departed -
Yet thou reapest the blooming rose -
When 'tis the weed which is to be swath'd

Lady Syrbi

"I gather, that thy Boo lineage is thy prouder self." Syrbi observed this with simple ease, holding her gaze steadily upon his eyes now that her curiosity was sate. His eyes, however, seemed to wander a bit more than her own: she took it as a mere curiosity, being quite unaware of what those of the outer world were like, and thus, what he might be staring at and why. "Boo.. AND Nimbi?" She took a few moments to ponder this, her mind going down a dangerous path before she shook her head, to clear away such wonderings. "Prince.. Then, thou art a child of Boo Royalty, for surely I would know of a Royal Nimbi taking a Boo partner. I am afraid, though, that thou art not quite so fright'ning as thou might believe." Syrbi smirked a bit as she stepped forward, lifting a hand to his chin and gently turning his head a bit to each side, before she shook her own. "Nay, thou art not fright'ning: in fact, thou art little, save perhaps.." Syrbi trailed off in a leading way, baiting him to question what she saw in him. Perhaps she was ignorant of what a man might stare at whilst talking to her, but she knew, at least, what it was to flirt. Even young Nimbi found love, just as any other, though the practices were much different. To be honest, she found him.. handsome, amusing, and the slightest bit pathetic, with those tiny excuses for wings.

I do, in the blooming flower, pleasure find!
Innocence is reserved for the meek:
Of naught is my grasp ne'er to be!

[Royal King Boo]

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PRINCETERERU
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xxxxx mood : : xxxxxxx Groggy and confused
xxxxx objective : : xxx Getting out of OVERTHERE.
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Tereru was a bit more stunned than he was letting off. This world, this woman; he never thought he'd see anything like his mother ever. Overthere was a simple fairy tale that he was sure he'd never see with his own eyes. The only proof he had that nimbis existed was his own wings, that weren't detatchable, and his mother's wings, and almost more importantly, talking style. This woman spoke in the same fashion as his mother. And sometimes his father, but he knew that he just made a conscious effort to try and impress his mother. "That's right. Boo royalty, which means - -.. heeyy. I am frightening." He said with furrowed brows, thinking that a demonstration of power was in order! And then she touched him. Well, it was just her hand to his face, but almost immediately, his face lit up. Though this was only for a few moments, until it simply concentrated to his cheeks, him still leering at her as she moved his face gently from side to side. Touching a boo royal. Not afraid of him!? She was a bold one! Those were the best~ to scare. And he found it quite interesting...

Wait. He wasn't frightening but.. but what?! "You find me what, nimbi woman?" He said in a tone that suggested he was trying to be frightening, but it was hard to do so when one saw you as pathetic. But inside, he was dying to know.. what was this woman's name? Were all nimbi girls as hot? He always saw them as a sign of beauty, but this woman was hot. Then again, she was also beautiful too. She just wasn't one thing. That flawless skin of her's, didn't have a scratch on it. He felt that nimbis, like boos, must have had some form of physical regeneration, for there was not a blemish on her. Not only that.... His eyes slowly started to move down towards her cleavage again as he spoke a little quietly. "And what is your name anyway? I'm royalty to the most feared kind in the mushroom world, and you're not the slightest bit afraid of me." Tereru had a habit of trying to talk like a really big, bad villain, his sentence structure often dramatic, probably to make up for the fact, that he was not as frightening as he was supposed to be.

[Trellia Remme]

Hollow-hearted, heart-departed -
Yet thou reapest the blooming rose -
When 'tis the weed which is to be swath'd

Lady Syrbi

Amusing, indeed. Very amusing. Syrbi restrained a small laugh as he blushed, and protested gain, calling himself frightening. He must not be used to physical contact, she supposed. She withdrew her hands, though, and shrugged. "I suppose. Certainly, thou art frightful to small children." She admitted teasingly, looking thoughtful as she held her hand close to her necklace, gloved fingers twisting at the jewel just a bit. "Tis fitting, that thee of small wing and fangs might strike fear into but small ones." And of course, as expected, he took the bait! Oh, how easy this man was to toy with! He lacked tact, to an extreme, where she dealt in it almost exclusively. How fun.. how different.. 'Thou shouldst not partake in the company of a Boo..' It occurred to her when he said it again, but something about that seemed to make her want to stay a bit more. "Amusing.. Handsome.. Intriguing.. " Syrbi replied in a lower voice, still searching his silvery eyes. Silver, as the eyes of most Nimbi.. and yet, unlike her own. "..And, thou doth inspire some pathos in me." Of course, that ought to rile him, enough to be more amusing. "Yet half of thy lineage, tis divine. Dost thou truly think thyself wicked?" But she stepped back a bit, taking the moment to curtsy before him. "Forgive mine lapse; I am the Lady Syrbi. Tis.. interesting to make thy acquaintance, Prince Tereru of the Boos..."

I do, in the blooming flower, pleasure find!
Innocence is reserved for the meek:
Of naught is my grasp ne'er to be!

[Royal King Boo]

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PRINCETERERU
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xxxxx mood : : xxxxxxx Ugh she's so FINE~.
xxxxx objective : : xxx Getting out of OVERTHERE.
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His brow twitched slightly when she said that he was frightening to small children. Yeah, he figured that he was. If he couldn't scare children, then what sorta prince would he make. Though, he knew she was teasing him, so he had quirked a brow, shifting his arms which were still folded against his chest. "I'm just as effective against older people too!" He said before finally unfolding his arms and pointing at his fang with his index finger so she could turn her attention to it. The fangs started to grow, just like they did when he scared the young children, and he closed his mouth, his fangs being long enough to come close to his chin, comparable to a walrus or a sabertooth tiger. But still, it didn't exactly make him look frightening. However, now both of his brows lifted when he heard her amusing, handsome, and intriguing. In fact, this filled him with so much joy, and pride, that he was starting to grin a bit. Until he heard pathos. He remembered that word, as he'd heard his servent, Booker, use it before. "Pathos..pathos.." He muttered repeatedly to himself. And then he remembered! "Hey! Don't you pity me. I don't need any pity, I'm a proud prince!" His pronounciation was a little off due to his fangs being so long at the time, but he still pointed at himself with his thumb to clarify that.. well, he was the bomb! "... Eehh, I'm not wicked.. I guess, Lady.. but.. I'm tryin'. I can't really be a goody two shoes and a king of ghosts.." He said as he raised his hand, rubbing at the side of his neck just a bit. He never stopped staring at her.. he wouldn't. Not so long as he was in his presence. Actually he couldn't wait to wake up from this wacky dream and tell Booker about it! Looking her over once again, he had finally, fiinally said it.. ."Why are you looking so good anyway? Are you headed somewhere?" Okay, maybe he said it a little... differently than one would expect.

[Trellia Remme]

Hollow-hearted, heart-departed -
Yet thou reapest the blooming rose -
When 'tis the weed which is to be swath'd

Lady Syrbi

Syrbi tried not to laugh AGAIN. Lengthening his fangs like this, only made him look silly. For a Boo, he was quite bad at this. or perhaps he was out of sorts? "Indeed. I find myself aquiver in fear of thee." Deadpan delivery made it fairly obvious that Syrbi was being sarcastic, making fun of his attempt to strike fear into her. How amusing. Despite allegedly having a Nimbi parents, it took him a bit to understand her meaning, it seemed, and he was instantly offended! "Thy wings! I cannot help it: Mine wings must dwarf thine thrice over." Syrbi slowly turned around, glancing back at him as she spread her wings slowly for him to see. They were large enough to sustain flight, feathered white and soft-looking, like something one might want to sleep in.. but sleek and well-groomed, presently decorated in the same pewter design that adorned her fingers, dress, and shoes. After showing them off for a few moments, she turned back towards him, but allowed her wings to remain unfurled and on display. "Thou need not bee thy parents, to fill thy role." Syrbi commented, knowing not what else she might say of the matter. "Thou couldst answer me the same. Twas on my way, to attend a meeting of the Council. What hath brought thee to the Overthere, Boo Prince?" The Nimbi quirked her brow curiously. Really, what would a Boo want with this place? Save, perhaps, to know something of his heritage.

I do, in the blooming flower, pleasure find!
Innocence is reserved for the meek:
Of naught is my grasp ne'er to be!

[Royal King Boo]

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PRINCETERERU
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xxxxx mood : : xxxxxxx Ugh she's so FINE~.
xxxxx objective : : xxx Getting out of OVERTHERE.
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"Harrrdyyy har." Tereru groaned in aggravation after her sarcastic little line. However, though she was clearly making fun of him, he wasn't taking it to heart, exactly. Usually, he was teased for having wings at all, but NOW, he was teased for them not being quite up to part with a nimbi's wings. At least now, he was only.. slightly odd. Underdeveloped wings ina society with wings was a lot better than having wings in a society where there was no one else of your kind to have them. Upon seeing how glorious her wings were, and how they were adorned in pewter like her shoes, his jaw dropped slightly, his fangs still extended over his chin. That was amazing. She had perfect wings, AND a perfect backside. Sure, he couldn't see it too well because of that dress, but he was a guy, he could tell by her slender waistline how 'hourglass' she was. "Okay, so your wings are a bit bigger than mine." It was sad when he wasn't even staring at her wings, but he could tell how much smaller his were than her's. And as soon as she began to turn around, he looked up to her face almost immediately. "I'm trying to find a way back. I was sleeping in a hotel room before I came here. And next thing I know, I'm here." The thing was, that he unconsciously transported himself there. Which was a bit of a problem because he didn't know how he did it, and he also didn't know how to get back home. Grinning a bit, he had started to circle around her slowly, like an animal on the prowl, kicking his feet just a bit to make puffs of cloud fluff float up off of the 'ground'. "The Council eh? Maybe you should bring me to this Council. I'm sure they can help me out."

[Trellia Remme]

Hollow-hearted, heart-departed -
Yet thou reapest the blooming rose -
When 'tis the weed which is to be swath'd

Lady Syrbi

"Then, thou hath arrived here not of thine own design?" Syrbi's expression relaxed from it's curiosity just a touch. There was too much to wonder about, it wouldn't do much good to wonder, when she knew so very little of this young man. He was just so.. strange. For a few moments, she just looked at him, wondering if that was wise: taking him to the council, that is. Her eyes followed him as he circled her, feeling a strange nervous feeling from deep within her belly as he felt his eyes upon her. It was strange, but.. not wholly unpleasant. Syrbis cheeks reddened just a it from the feeling, as she met his eyes when he came back around, this time she stopped him with a hand on his shoulder. "Very well, it shall be done. Thou hath already made me late: let thy head roll, not mine." She nodded, as her hand slipped down along his arm to grasp his hand, that she might lead him there. "Come, then, make haste!" She said this part with a brilliant smile, and started to tug him along after her towards the council: which could be seen from everywhere in Overthere: it was a HUGE building, in fact, it was Grambi's Castle, it took place within a special Council Chamber.

I do, in the blooming flower, pleasure find!
Innocence is reserved for the meek:
Of naught is my grasp ne'er to be!

[Royal King Boo]

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PRINCETERERU
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xxxxx mood : : xxxxxxx Ugh she's so FINE~.
xxxxx objective : : xxx Getting out of OVERTHERE.
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"What? No. I don't know where here is. I mean, it's Overthere, I get it but.. like, how do you even get here? I'd assume just.. going up or somethin'." He said with a furrowed brow, as he tried to contemplate how you even got to Overthere. He doubted that it was that easy though, seeing as.. well, no one but nimbis were here, and there were lots of things that could fly, like paragoombas, paratroopas, etcetera. Maybe they just couldn't sustain themselves at this height? Nah, he felt that there was something more to this place than just altitude. Bright gray eyes looking down to her hand on his shoulder, he had stared at it for just a few moments before looking to her eyes again. He seemed to zone out just a bit, thinking about how sharply those beautiful red eyes of her's contrasted her white skin. And those other boys, they had silver eyes like he did. It was so odd that her eyes stood out so much. Perhaps he wasn't the only 'freak' huh? "Hey hey, don't even think about pinning this on me." Though he said this, he gripped her hand just a bit, looking down at it. It was so. Real. This was no dream. She was no mere fabrication of his desire and raging hormones. It was when the huge building was in sight, that he reflexively squeezed her hand gently, staring at it with a gaping mouth.. his.. fangs.. just as long as before. It was something that he either forgot about or didn't bother to fix. "Nice shindig~... What, are you on this Council or are you just filing a complaint, or something..." He said the last part of it with heavy sarcasm; you don't file complaints in paradise. It was just his turn to be snippy with her.

[Trellia Remme]

Hollow-hearted, heart-departed -
Yet thou reapest the blooming rose -
When 'tis the weed which is to be swath'd

Lady Syrbi

"Usually, thou art transported to the Underwhere upon thy death, and if thou art deemed worthy, thou shalt ascend Overthere Stair. Beyond this, mystical means art required to come hither, I believe." Syrbi explained to her best knowledge, shaking her head slowly, "I know not how thou hath come hither." She could not help but to wonder why anyone would send anyone else here? It didn't make much sense.. If you were their friend, you wouldn't hide it: if you were an enemy, you would not send them to Overthere. "Fear thee not, the wrath of the Nimbi." She said this with a small wink, teasing the Boo that he might have something to fear from the Nimbi, when they were so gentle and he was supposed to be scary. Her smile warmed a bit as he squeezed her hand, and she assumed that it was something he did to reassure himself. "Tis the Palace, within, King Grambi dwells. " He really didn't know anything about Overthere "Wha--surely not! What hath I to complain of? I am a member!" Syrbi sounded a bit indignant, looking away from the silly-looking Tereru, but still holding his hand. "Perhaps thou wouldst do well to retract thy 'fearsome' fangs, that the council might take thee not in jest?"

I do, in the blooming flower, pleasure find!
Innocence is reserved for the meek:
Of naught is my grasp ne'er to be!