Post by LORD SHROOM on Jun 1, 2023 20:15:55 GMT -5
Shroom laid back and relaxed as the waves of lava crashed upon the crust of the cracked wasteland. His eyes closed as he took in deep breaths and tuned out the physical world. His brain pulsated and worked as the rest of him relaxed. Veins around his cranium engorged and his temples danced as the mental powers ran through him and into the others.
He let out a great big sigh and crossed his little legs one over the other. Shroom tilted his head to the side and Ricu, of course knowing what his Lord needed, materialized a Root Beer soda. Shroom’s mouth lined up a bit off course with the straw and the old Namekian struggled for a bit to catch it, but once he did it was heavenly. The foamy Root Beery flavor coursed down his crusty throat and into his tumtum where it marinated all the grubs and roots and Shrooms he had been nibbling on earlier that day.
“Ricu, tell Lord Shroom how the fighting is going. Yess.”
“Hmm, well I wish I could my Lord but these ain’t your usual cooperatin cats. These ain’t Lebu and RIcu know what I’m sayin’?! Ha! Woo! Woo! You need-”
Shroom raised a finger and Ricu became mute.
“What?!”
Shroom’s eyes opened and saw the one way assault.
His anger bubbled and his ability to control himself was about to evaporate in the heat of things. Shroom rolled up his sleeves and tore the facemask from his grill and threw it against the materialized sofa where it left a trailing wet stain. Shroom stood on the seat cushion and stomped his little feet which sunk him further and further into the couch. He was piping mad.
“FIGHT!!!!! IF HE DON’T WANT TO FIGHT KILL HIM TRESES!”
Shroom stomped his feet and pounded his fists into his thighs.
Lebu laid against the floor, right before the sofa and made sure none of the pillows fell out of place.
He let out a great big sigh and crossed his little legs one over the other. Shroom tilted his head to the side and Ricu, of course knowing what his Lord needed, materialized a Root Beer soda. Shroom’s mouth lined up a bit off course with the straw and the old Namekian struggled for a bit to catch it, but once he did it was heavenly. The foamy Root Beery flavor coursed down his crusty throat and into his tumtum where it marinated all the grubs and roots and Shrooms he had been nibbling on earlier that day.
“Ricu, tell Lord Shroom how the fighting is going. Yess.”
“Hmm, well I wish I could my Lord but these ain’t your usual cooperatin cats. These ain’t Lebu and RIcu know what I’m sayin’?! Ha! Woo! Woo! You need-”
Shroom raised a finger and Ricu became mute.
“What?!”
Shroom’s eyes opened and saw the one way assault.
His anger bubbled and his ability to control himself was about to evaporate in the heat of things. Shroom rolled up his sleeves and tore the facemask from his grill and threw it against the materialized sofa where it left a trailing wet stain. Shroom stood on the seat cushion and stomped his little feet which sunk him further and further into the couch. He was piping mad.
“FIGHT!!!!! IF HE DON’T WANT TO FIGHT KILL HIM TRESES!”
Shroom stomped his feet and pounded his fists into his thighs.
Lebu laid against the floor, right before the sofa and made sure none of the pillows fell out of place.
S: 200,000
R: 8,000
L: 12,500
Shroom’s Mark of Shroom May be Starting to Show itself Upon Treses
6/6 KP
3/6MP +1 (Post)
0/250% HP
WC: 328
TWC: 2300
R: 8,000
L: 12,500
Shroom’s Mark of Shroom May be Starting to Show itself Upon Treses
Utility Technique || Mark of Shroom
Upon falling under Lord Shroom’s mind control, the victim will be marked by Shroom’s symbol somewhere on their body. The symbol resembles a palm sized black ‘S’.
Upon falling under Lord Shroom’s mind control, the victim will be marked by Shroom’s symbol somewhere on their body. The symbol resembles a palm sized black ‘S’.
6/6 KP
3/6MP +1 (Post)
0/250% HP
WC: 328
TWC: 2300