[TartoonHand94]

The threateningly loud pipe organ music should be enough to awaken Phosphora.
Upon waking up, she would discover she was in a dark padded room with a cold pair of shackles around ankles. The shackles were chained to a heavy metal pin that anchored her to the ground. Upon the pin was a familiar crest: the shape of King Bowser Koopa’s head. This could only mean one thing.

“One of my all-time masterpieces.” A voice on the other side of the room praised himself at the song’s ending fermata. “…Until today~!” He said with a self-indulgent smirk, turning in his chair to face Phosphora, his eyes glistening brightly with ambition in the dark.
“Ah, you’re awake. Good… Phosphora, was it? I can imagine you are quite frightened.” he deduced with a prudent tone she might recognize from Arlon the Serene. “Perhaps if you knew why you’re here, your fear would be slightly lightened.”

“I’m sure you recognized my piece. It was written for Lord Bowser himself to accompany his final battle against Mario in the castle siege of 64.” He explained nostalgically. “’Twas only one of many classic Boss Battle anthems I’ve composed in my tenure. Those were the good old days…before He was born…” His content tone withered into a grumble.

“I am positive that you’ve heard my work, but indulge my curiosity: surely you’ve heard of Me~.” He cheered himself by asking coyly.“I’ll give you a hint: My melodies have meliorated the marches across enemy mainland! My refrains have flooded the foyers of the most foreboding of fortresses and found the fanfare of the most fabulous of fights! I am known as the Maestro of Mayhem, the Konductor of the Koopas, and most recently, the Pompous Prodigy!” He dramatically introduced himself.

“Ludwig Von Koopa!”

“Please, please, hold your applause. Save your breath, I’ll need it.” He activated a single spotlight upon himself and proceeded to stand upon his stool and take a bow. He then activated the rest of the lights in the room, revealing that Phosphora was inside a sound-proof booth with a stand and sheet music before her. Ludwig was seated at an entire desk’s worth of switches and knobs, on the other side of a glass window.

“Welcome to my recording studio! Consider this an honour young Phosphora, for yours is the privilege of assisting me, the great Ludwig Von Koopa, in creating my next masterpiece!” He let off a bout of evil laughter as the spotlight flickered like a bolt of lightning. “Lord Bowser has great plans in development for the Life Sphere and naturally, he has commissioned me to compose an accompaniment.” He explained, returning to a formal tone. “After the renowned Eastern-inspired ambiance I made for his successful tourist trap, and the march of his much less successful wedding (Who does he think he is not inviting me?), The New Donk City Festival has inspired me to include a special ingredient in my next concoction: a solo vocalist!” He exclaimed his stroke of genius. “I tried to get a hold of Mayor Pauline herself, but New Donk security’s gone way overboard with their security. Ape-proof, they call it.” He shrugged begrudgingly.

“And that’s where you come in my little yellow songbird.”
Ludwig smiled oh so pleased with himself as a white cube descended into the booth to stop just in front of Phosphora’s face.
“Sing for me and I shall open your cage and let you fly free.”
He offered in a friendly voice.
“However, if you don’t… I’ll make you Scream for me instead.”
His voice became less amicable.
“What do you say?”

---

Upon emerging from the pipe into the Rouge Port sewers, Arrow would discover a set of Koopaling tracks leading to the ruins of what looked like it used to be a very important tower.
Above the front door prominently stood a recently upholstered sign, “Roy Smooth Sounds”
Past the rickety revolving door sat an elderly Magikoopa secretary at the lobby front desk, in the middle of a phone call.

“Good afternoon deary. Do you have an appointment with Maestro Von Koopa?” She put her gossip on hold to do her job.
“So sorry, but the Maestro’s currently in a recording session and he’s Very strict about his No Interruptions policy.” She shrugged, lazily looking at his schedule.
“Is there anything else I can do for you while I wait for security to arrive and throw you out?” She asked ever so politely as she hammered the security button.

[heirtothemonado]

Phosphora groaned a bit as the loud organ music rudely woke her up. Who was playing that? "Where am I?" The lightning lass slowly got up and looked around. her eyes settling on figure of Bowser's head on....a pin that was shackling her to the ground?

A voice behind her interrupted her thoughts. Turing around, she laid eyes on what looked like the Koopas she had seen around the Life Sphere, except that none of them had hair, let alone hair like that. As Phosphroa tried to make sense of it all, the strange looking Koopa started talking to her.

"That's some interesting music." Phosphora said. "Although classical isn't really my style." She paused as the Koopa introduced himself, rather pompously, as the nickname name would indicate, as Ludwig von Koopa. Phosphora stared blankly at him if the few moments of silence that followed. "Sorry, never heard of you, or your music for that matter. Although I do recall hearing something similar....somewhere. I don't remember"

"If all you  wanted me to do was sing for you, then I don't understand what the kidnapping was for. That's what I came here to do anyway. Fire up the music, Luddy. I'm ready to sing my heart out." Phosphora called out.

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Phosphora
Damage: 0%
Status: Ready to sing

[Arrow Rinehart]

Having tumbled from the pipe's exit point, the nimble fox landed quickly and followed the tracks in a quick dash. By now, he was already formulating his next moves. Whoever was in trouble? Well he was going to spring them loose, of course as he looked towards the Tower as his tails whipped around wildly behind him. "Alright...building, regal looking...this guy, whoever it is, he probably has a fancy security force. Yeah...big tower? Big guards, that's right...good grief." the fox would try his ability to talk, that's right! He thought on it as he reached the revolving door and heading on in. At least that was what he thought, he did not waste any time getting inside. He straightened out his cloak and kept the hood back, glad that his gear was hidden beneath its confines, wrapped around his waist and the like of this. He had some tactics he could use, he was pretty good at talking. Right, diplomacy a go, at least that was his plan before as he made his way to the counter, he saw the old Koopa speaking on the phone. 

"Uh, yes ma'am, I have a package for the Maestro! I was going to deliv-" his words were cut short as she seemed to go on, like she was not only uncaring to listen to him, but clearly was bored of her job and made mention of security throwing him out. "Oh come on, Miss glasses, you didn't have to go and invite the muscle...I wanted to do this without having to get exercise. But if you insist!" the whole moment went by so fast that Arrow drew his Tonfa pair and gripped them tightly, he was going to have to depend on them during this incident. He hadn't expected having to fight them...he had a look around, was there anyway else to go? Perhaps a vent? A separate door? Another pathway in this lavish location? He imagined there was going to be a whole lot of muscle for this Koopa guy's business if this lady was already seriously so defensive. He had a quick glimpse around while huffing, more in annoyance at her quick response. This was not going to give him any chance to make sense of this 'recording session', that must have been where the first of these Koopas went, those footsteps showed power in his stout legs, he was not much bigger than the fox himself; strong enough to carry who he grabbed and run fast enough to keep ahead of him with ease. His mind was just running, already deciding what kind of run-in he'd be in for. Someone that was much tougher than the muscle coming to face him now. He'd look for his options, fighting with a bunch of guys on his own? Brought the chance of losing stamina or taking damage if he was unlucky. But he'd have to see what he would see when these guys came right out. Maybe he could even run past them? He was not liking that it was going to be a numbers game. 

[TartoonHand94]

Phosphora’s ignorance caused Ludwig to do a rather painful sounding face vault off of his stool.
“Alas. True genius is never recognized in its time.” He moaned sorrowfully as the world’s smallest violin was activated on his way down. “Then again what more could I expect from an uncultured fräulein such as yourself? …” He mumbled sorely, climbing back onto his stool.
Ludwig’s finger was almost on the button when against all odds, Phosphora agreed to sing for him.
His eyes widened. “…You…You Will?” He stammered, making it obvious this was not the answer he was expecting.
“Why that’s… Splendid! Wunderbar!” An uncommonly earnest smile grew across his face as he were genuinely touched by her agreement. He looked down at his hand about to push the button and sheepishly withdrew it immediately in a mixture of embarrassment…and shame.
“A-Alright then…” Ludwig panted, flustered and unprepared for this moment. “In that case,” he pushed another button, lowering a pair of headphones for her to put on and switching his output from the booth speakers to the headphones.

“As you can see from the music sheet you’ve been provided, the melody is there but the lyrics aren’t.” Ludwig pointed her attention to the blank space above each bar. “That was not an oversight. My methods are unorthodox, but then again, genius never is.” He chuckled with a self-flattering flick of his hair.
“This, combined with your ankle situation, was carefully arranged to inspire a very specific sound from you. I call it ‘Method Singing.’” He began to elaborate. “For I am searching for a vocal performance with a sense of Vulnerability. Of Uncertainty. Of Curiosity. A sound of Discovery! Of Revelation! A sound of Newfound Understanding!” His voice built more dramatically with each new adjective. “I want you to Guess my lyrics!” He finally revealed with a familiar bout of cackling. Taking a breath and regaining his composure, he activated the control panel and began recording. “Let’s make some Magic!”
“Ludwig Von Koopa’s latest masterpiece, Phosphora vocals, take 1.” He signalled Phosphora to begin.

((Phosphora! Congratulations, you picked the option that’ll leave you unharmed. From now on, each turn, you may make 3 Charisma rolls to fill up the Note Block and guess 3 letters in Ludwig’s song. Every roll will count and there’s no penalty for guessing wrong, except of course, you’ll have to sing longer. You can ask Ludwig for hints between takes.))

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[♪ Note Block ♪] [0%]

---

“You can leave your package and whatever message you brought for Mr. Von Koopa right here, if you like, just as long as you leave too.” The old crone dismissed Arrow’s claim with a shooing bat of her fingernails. “I wanted to do this without having to get exercise too, that’s why I took a desk job.” She rolled her eyes, feigning sympathy for the fox’s plea. “Luckily, one of the perks of this gig is I got goons to do the kicking For me.” She smirked just in time for said goons to arrive.

They didn’t come marching in through the double doors at the end of the room, but up from under the tiles of the floor below his feet.
“Do~! ♪” A Rocky Wrench bellowed as he sprung up from under his manhole cover.
“Rae~! ♪” A second appeared beside him singing in harmony making two.
“Mi~! ♪” A third piped as he popped out making three.
“Fa~! ♪” A final mole arrived, making four.
“Boo!” Then down from the ceiling dropped a mighty heavy looking Thwomp, damaging the tiles he landed on near Arrow.
“Dangit Frank!!!!” The four moles groaned as the Thwomp ruined the bit they were going for.

“Oh, would you look at the time? It’s my lunch break.” She noticed without even looking at the clock on the wall. “I’ll leave you boys to it then.” She cackled as she poofed away in a puff of smoke leaving a ‘Back in 5’ sign in her place.
“Yes Ma'am!” The first mole dutifully saluted. “Battle Stations, Boys!” He shouted as he and another of his peers armed themselves with wrenches while the other two ducked under their lids for protection.
The Thwomps rose off the ground and took its battle station above our hero.

((Arrow! Rocky Wrenches A and C are throwing wrenches at you! Together they’ll deal 10% damage.
Roll 10 to avoid them both at once and go ahead and attack them however you please.
But more importantly, roll 15 to avoid the Thwomp E trying to squash you. Its completely invulnerable and will deal 20% damage and inflict Mini status if it gets you!))

((Rocky Wrenches B, D are currently protected by their manhole covers. Is there a way to get to them like this?))

Rocky Wrench A	Rocky Wrench B	Rocky Wrench C	Rocky Wrench D	Thwomp E
5 HP	5 HP	5 HP	5 HP	15 Threshold
10 Threshold	10 Threshold	10 Threshold	10 Threshold	Floor: 60 HP

6888th post! yahoo!

[heirtothemonado]

sSVtR_|wp_1d20+1 (Charisma Roll 1) Letter: R
p_1d20+1 (Charisma Roll 2) Letter: T
p_1d20+1 (Charisma Roll 3) Letter: E

As Ludwig pressed the record button, Phosphora looked over the music that he had given her. There weren't any lyrics, so......was Phosphora supposed to make something up, or just.....

As the music started up, Phosphora started to vocalize wordlessly. Which, under normal circumstances wouldn't be a bad thing. But Phosphora was, shall we say, not a very good singer. While to herself, she sounded pretty good, to anyone else in the room, especially Ludwig, her voice scratched and screeched like a dying Swoobat. and her pitched was all over the place. Hopefully Ludwig was competent at auto tuning, because he's going to need it.

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Phosphora
Damage: 0%
Status: Singing terribly

1d20+1·1d20+1·1d20+1

[Arrow Rinehart]

"Well I guess, we'll see what we will see!" The fox let off a little grunt as he looked over at the huge thwomp and these Moles coming at him from the ground? Yeah, Exercise? They were very bold words, but Arrow knew his track record, he took lumps...this was a bigger group than he expected entirely, they filled the corridor as he imagined the might. There was no small set of words to be put to it: he'd been more than a little worried by the impact possibilities aimed at him. Making the effort of his in the dodge first, he threw himself to the side and tumbled, unsure if he avoided the range of the two wrenches sent his way, but making the aim to avoid them if possible.

IBcD6T_Ep_1d20

Whether or not he managed to hit them, his tails lit in an array of blue-green fire, before a violent whip of his tails launched the wisps of foxfire towards the pair of Rocky Wrenches (Rocky Wrench A and C are the direction of the attack for this one).

p_1d2019% Damage if it hits them


1d20·1d20

[TartoonHand94]

Before Phosphora could even get a few bars in Ludwig’s outrageous hair stood on end and he violently threw his headphones off his ‘ears’. Being a Koopaling, he didn’t have visible ears on the outside, but like most reptiles, he was capable of wearing with his skull.
“Stop! Stop! Stop!” Ludwig commanded, tapping his control panel with a conductor’s baton out of force of habit. Realizing what he was doing, he used the baton to press the Stop button before placing it down gently.

“Amature Ausrüstung!” He grumbled, taking his distain out on his control panel by kicking it, only hurting his foot in the process. “Ein Stück Müll!” He yelped in pain clutching his foot as he spun around in his chair. He passed a frustrated hand over his erect hair and pulled on it, somehow getting it back to the way it used to be.

Regaining his composure, he sat back up in his chair in a manner most dignified and replaced the headphones over where his ear should be. He then turned the communicator back on.
“Pardon my excitement, Phosphora schatz, it appears the equipment wasn’t prepared for that.” He formally excused himself. It suddenly seemed clear he was more upset at his recording equipment than her singing. Taking a moment to studiously adjust almost every knob, switch, lever and dial on the board, Ludwig turned up to Phosphora again.
“There, that should fix that.” With the confidence in his tone it seemed as if Phosphora's voice had yet to bother him at all. Had he not heard her yet?
“Okay schatz, when you’re ready or not: Ludwig Von Koopa’s latest masterpiece, Phosphora vocals, take 2.” He signalled Phosphora to continue.

_ _ _ _ _   _ _ R T _ _ _ _   _ _ _ _ E R  _ R
[♪ Note Block ♪] [24%]

---

In rolling out of the way to dodge the wrenches, Arrow also dodged the giant Thwomp that literally crashed down on the spot where he once stood. The impact was so great, it cracked a serious dent in the tiled floor. If the fox paid attention, he could feel from the vibrations, the floor was actually hollow.

“See if you can see these coming, see? Mmyeah!” Rocky C. gumbed in a 1920’s gangster impression. The two moles wound back to throw another pair of wren ches, but they saw twin fire balls headed their way. Being the frontlines of Roy Smooth Sounds Security, they were highly trained and prepared for such a situation: they ducked. And instead of coming back up from under their manholes, the two other Rocky Wrenches emerged from under theirs.

“Trade formation!” Rocky B. who was second in command shouted with second-rate authority. Rocky D. just blew a taunting raspberry at Arrow. The two moles, just like their predecessors wound back and tossed two more wrenches at the fox. Their elite tactical training was on full display here.
“Burrrr…” Thwomp E grunted as he forcively dislodged himself from the grater he made. In a rumbling burst, he launched into the air and repositioned himself above Arrow.
“Boo!” He shouted as he plunged down for a second attempt at flattening the fox.

((Arrow! Rocky Wrenches B and D are throwing wrenches at you now! Together they’ll deal 10% damage again. Roll 10 to avoid them both at once and go ahead and attack them however you please.
But don’t forget, Thwomp E is Still trying to squash you! Its completely invulnerable and will deal 20% damage and inflict Mini status if it gets you!))

Rocky Wrench A	Rocky Wrench B	Rocky Wrench C	Rocky Wrench D	Thwomp E
5 HP	5 HP	5 HP	5 HP	15 Threshold
10 Threshold	10 Threshold	10 Threshold	10 Threshold	Floor: 40 HP

6894th post! yahoo!

[Arrow Rinehart]

"Crap! I gotta move!!" He said with an alarmed yell as he attempted to roll. This is a thing of speed and pace, he knew that he had to wrap this up quickly, he couldn't stand here with these guys, though the muscle was impressive enough. He did his best attempt to dodge the large thwomp and the wrenches tossed his way.  By dropping to the ground and sliding off to the side, enough that he'd skidded along the ground to a point he perceived might manage to escape the strike. 

Dodge Roll for Rocky Wrenches: 9vT1wdNAp_1d20

Dodge Roll for Thwomp: p_1d20

Instead now, causing foxfire to expand on his tails, as he launched an array of foxfire, launching a flurry of the foxfire, lashing out a pair of foxfire bursts in three volleys at Rocky Wrench B and D.

---

Attack Roll One: p_1d20 [DMG: 19%] If it hits

Attack Roll Two: p_1d20 [DMG: 19%] If it hits

Attack Roll Three: p_1d20[DMG: 19%] If it hits



1d20·1d20·1d20·1d20·1d20

[heirtothemonado]

After singing a few more bars of screeching, Phosphora noticed Ludwig hopping around in pain inside his booth. "Are you alright, Ludwig?" Phosphora asked before Ludwig turned on his communication system.

"Ehehe, I guess you're equipment hasn't recorded such a star-studded voice" Phosphora replied, patting herself on the back in the process. Honey, if only you knew. Regardless, when Ludwig gave his signal, she started to "sing" again.

lhRhEtIYp_1d20+1 (Charisma Roll 1) Letter: S
p_1d20+1 (Charisma Roll 2) Letter: L
p_1d20+1 (Charisma Roll 3) Letter: N

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Phosphora
Damage: 0%
Status: "Singing"

1d20+1·1d20+1·1d20+1

[TartoonHand94]

As Phosphora sang screeched shrieked recorded her bars Ludwig looked as if he were being electrocuted through his headphones. His eyes widened into a thousand-yard stare, he clutched his heart as if he was having a cardiac arrest, by the time it was over he had looked like he was having an attack. He had barely enough of his whits about him to press stop when it was over.

When it was, he took his headphones off and ran his claws through his bewildered hair, taking a pause to soak in what he had just heard. It took long enough for him to regulate his breathing for him to utter another word to her.
“…I-I need…I must… We must have another take!” Ludwig finally demanded between breaths. He hadn’t lifted his eyes to meet hers, almost as if afraid to look her in the eye. “We must have more Now!” He shoved his headphones back on and hammered the record button.
“L-Ludwig Von Koopa’s latest m-masterpiece, Ph-Phosphora vocals, t-t-take 3.”

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[♪ Note Block ♪] [51%]

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“Target successfully struck!” Rocky B. saluted as Rocky D. only giggled triumphantly and reached out for a high five. Being a whole mole hole away from each other wasn’t very conducive to high fives so they simply waved at each other. “Excellent marksmanship if I do say so myself! The boss shall be so pleased with my work.” Rocky B. congratulated himself.
“Hey whadaya mean your works, you blind mole? I was the one who hit ‘em!” Rocky D. spoke up to assert himself.
“Bite your tongue you buck toothed butt-private, ‘twas clearly I who landed the decicive blow!” Rocky B. self-richously retorted.
As the two Rocky Wrenches bickered like ninnies over which one hit the fox, the Thwomp lurking menacingly above head decided to be sure.
“Boo!” Thwomp E. bellowed yet again as he came crashing down on what he hoped was Arrow.

“…By Jove! D-did he get him?” Rocky B. stared in suspense. “Ey meng, I thought you had him.” Rocky E. didn’t hesitate to tease.
“Boo?” After a moment’s struggling, and a longer moment’s suspense Thwomp E. dislodged himself from the crater he made to reveal no squished fox under him but Arrow behind him launching a flurry of foxfires at the duo.

“This is all your fault!” Both Rocky Wrenches shouted at each other one last time before being burnt away by foxfir burtsts, leaving nothing but the empty sounds of two lids clanging against the holes they made.

Congratulations Arrow, that looks like the last of the Rocky Wrenches! You’re free to move onto the next room… Except…
“Boo?” a sad Thwomp E. whimpered upon realizing he was all alone now.
“BOO!” He roared enraged at Arrow, vowing to make him pay for what he did by squashing him once and for all.

((Arrow! Roll 15 to avoid the Thwomp E trying to squash you. Its completely invulnerable and will deal 20% damage and inflict Mini status if it gets you!))

Hey what do you know? He wasn't alone after all. The first two Rocky Wrenches reemerged from under their manholes to assess the situation.
“Where’d the other guys go?” Rocky C. asked, looking around frantically.
“We’ll deal with those deserting cowards later!” Rocky A., who was now first in command decided. “Don’t let the intruder get away!”

((Arrow! Rocky Wrenches A and C are throwing wrenches at you! Together they’ll deal 10% damage.
Roll 10 to avoid them both at once and go ahead and attack them however you please.))

Rocky Wrench A	Rocky Wrench B	Rocky Wrench C	Rocky Wrench D	Thwomp E
5 HP	KO	5 HP	KO	15 Threshold
10 Threshold		10 Threshold		Floor: 20 HP

[heirtothemonado]

Once Ludwig stopped the recording, Phosphora took a moment to look at him. He....looked like he got electrocuted. Phosphora looked confused. She was sure that she hadn't let loose any stray bolts while she was singing. No matter. As much as it probably pained Ludwig to do so at this point, Phosphora continued to sing once prompted. Sounded like she was getting somewhere with these lyrics


EbLEiaSrp_1d20+1 (Charisma Roll 1) Letter: O
p_1d20+1 (Charisma Roll 2) Letter: W
p_1d20+1 (Charisma Roll 3) Letter: J

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Phosphroa
Damage: None to her, at least
Status: Likely shortening Ludwig's life by a few years

1d20+1·1d20+1·1d20+1

[Arrow Rinehart]

Roll to avoid Rocky Wrenches:  JHq|zt9vp_1d20


What was he to do with this? After being hit earlier, he felt the reflex of his body's wish to avoid being hit from the first sets. He did manage to see them this time and dove to the side of the hammers. Having been hit once, he had not wanted to be hit again if he could avoid it. Though he avoided the wrenches, he was not out of the woods yet and knew it! There was a large Thwomp still trying to cause him harm, and his eyes widened as he attempted to kick off of the ground and escape the incoming guard's crushing blow...those spikes looked nasty. 

Roll to avoid Thwomp: p_1d20


"Whaaa!" the fox said as he took to the air and narrowly avoided the slam of the Thwomp on the ground behind him as he avoided being smashed. Though upon landing, his back to his foes, his five tails pointed back and ignited in blue-green flames once more. As he sent the shock through his tails, the flares of foxfire being launched from his tails once more towards the Rocky Wrenches A & B. The fox was working in tandem with his successive dodges, he knew that he had to end things with the Wrenches at this point, if he could at least! He had to hurry along and hoped that his foxfire would strike their targets!

---

Roll for attack on Rocky Wrench A: p_1d20[DMG: 19%] If it hits



Roll for attack Rocky Wrench B: p_1d20[DMG: 19%] If it hits

Roll for attack Rocky Wrench A: p_1d20[DMG: 19%] If it hits1d20·1d20·1d20·1d20·1d20

[TartoonHand94]

“Ay! How’d he do that?” Rocky C. gasped in disbelief. “He just dodged our wrenches like bullets see, mmyah!”
“Well it is quite obvious how he dodged Your wrench buffoon, however, the wrench of My throwing was pitched with optimal finesse and accuracy!” A flustered Rocky A. began to bicker. “There was absolutely no way he could have avoided it, thusly this is your fault.” He decicively imposed.
“Mmmyeah? Then how come your hoity toity toss didn’t hit, see wise guy?” Rocky C. puffed his chest at his superior officer with an armour piercing question.
“Wh-what? Th-that’s preposterously simply i-it’s simply because-” the flustered superior officer began to defend when his darting eyes noticed above Arrows head. “Shhh…”
“Ay don’t shhh me, see-” Rocky C. began to wave his paws before Rocky A pointed him at what he saw. “Mmmyeah I see~.”

“Boooooo!!!” Down from above Arrow came the plummeting Thwomp E. diving to take one more plunge at pounding Arrow flat on the pavement.
“Buh!” Thwomp E. groaned as once again Arrow dodged it, leaving it to impale itself right through the crumbling crackling floor. “B-bu-Buh!” Thwomp E. grunted as it tried to dislodge itself from the floor, only for the floor to give way and for it to tumble into the dark abyss below.
“BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOoooooooooooooooo_{ooooooooooooooo}!!!....”

Rocky A. and C. could only stare, bucktoothed mouths agape in horror as their only dependable force of back up fell away. Looking back up at Arrow they panicked.
“Quick! Don’t just stand there you bumbling bucktoothed buffoon! Do Something!” Rocky A. hastily shook his subordinate as C. fiddled for another wrench.
“Naw I can’t boss! I’m outta ammo!” Rocky C whined empty handed.
“Outrageous! How dare you? For I have reached a shortage of wrenches too!” Rocky A. whined even less maturely. “All I have left is-Oh how could this happen to me?”
“Well we ain’t Hammer Bros. boss.” Was the last thing Rocky C. could say to A before they were both taken out by Arrow’s foxfire.

When the smoke cleared cleared, there was nothing left of the Rocky Wrenches but two whirling man hole lids and a key.

A key which bounced out of Rocky A.’s hands, across the floor and down the hole Thwomp E. left behind.
Luckily, however, Arrow didn’t even need the key: the impact from Thwomp E.’s crash managed to damage the door frame just enough that it could be opened on its own with ease. Says a lot about the structural integrity of this facility. Arrow was free to press onward to save Phosphora!

---

Speaking of Phosphora, if she were to look up from her music sheet at Ludwig on the other side of the glass, she’d discover her singing was affecting him severely. As if her voice had pierced the hardest of his shell and cut him at his tender endo flesh. Deep, persistent and profound as if his very soul perspired through his eyes.

“Another!” He demanded another take, too moved to move, only slamming his fist on the record button yet again.

_ _ _ _ _   _ _ R T _ _ _ _   _ O W S E R  J R
[♪ Note Block ♪] [70%]

---

Elsewhere in the tower, Arrow would be able to follow the sounds of music into the next room. Beyond the door, Arrow would find a noisy lounge hall with a sign on the wall reading ‘Casting Call’ on the wall.
Stationed in opposite corners of the room were flower pots, each with a Raving Piranha Plant bending and swaying to the music. Said music was coming from two unexpected figures in the middle of the room practicing a routine together.

♪ “Me and you and you and me
No matter how they toss the dice, it had to be
The only one for me is you, and you for me
So happy together!”♪
Borbora sang as he skipped around the giant Bouncing Note who kept time for him.

“Guh?” the Bouncing note gasped upon discovering Arrow entering.
♪“Bouncing Note why did you stop your tempo hop?
You must keep bouncing here in place to keep the pace
I can't maintain this beat with just my feet
We must work together!”♪
Borbora coached the Bouncing Note before turning to see what it stopped for.

♪“How did you get in here, my dear?
How did a little fox get past the locks?
We'll make you disappear, I fear
We'll do it together~!”♪

Borbora stretched its legs and the two got into battle stance, ready to dance all over Arrow.

((Arrow look out! Borbora’s Sour Note is trying to inflict Mind Melt status upon you! Roll 10 in Dex or Con to avoid it.))
((Arrow, keep looking out! The Bouncing Note is trying to bounce on you. It’s not as invulnerable as the Thwomp, but it still packs a wallop! Roll 12 Dex to dodge or take 15% damage))

Raving Piranha	Bouncing Note	Boboras	Raving Piranha Plant
5 HP	25 HP	10 HP	5 HP
8 Threshold	12 Threshold	10 Threshold	8 Threshold

[Arrow Rinehart]

Though surprised to see the amazing unfolding events behind him, one second the fox was on his toes; frightened of being crushed or the thought of being irritated at more wrenches hitting him. Then at this moment, he stood his ground, considering his options after the wrench touting moles were defeated by his foxfire. Instead of feeling puffy and arrogant? He let off a small, wry smile and then gripped his tonfas firmly, he managed to defeat them and that huge spiked Thwomp put itself through the floor. He was really lucky thus far, only a little bit of damage and this fact was something that left him a little winded at first. The pain was still present from earlier, though after brushing his hands over his chest briefly, the damage wasn't lasting. "I'll worry about those wrench shots from earlier, I hope they don't slow me down!" he'd said this as he raced through the damaged door, having seen that key fall earlier, he couldn't help but feel glad he didn't have to try and force the door open. What a great bit of luck on his side! Without waiting more than a moment, he slipped through the door and hurried himself into the next room.

Within the hall of the Casting Call, he looked and cracked his knuckles, gripping his tonfa pair tighter as he looked at the amount of foes within. There were few words that came to mind except for the two that followed his initial appearance. "...Well crap." while not quite trademarked, they were certainly words he used as a means of identifying his situation when it got lousy!

As he was able to sense something the fox tried to avoid the feeling of the first of these attacks, this mind melt and its impact on him were notably something that he tried to ward off with a rush of magic throughout his body.

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Roll to avoid Mind Melt: IHrtI2GKp_1d20+1

After failing to resist the sensations running through his mind, his eyes fogged over as he fell victim to the sour note's impact on his mind. Though he lost all sense of direction, one might imagine how he'd be continuing anything. It would not be through vision, since he felt that much to his mental state, weakened greatly by the effort inflicted upon him. "..Wha..? Who...happened..?" his very stated words showed the loss on his side, it was the perfect setup.

Roll to dodge the Bouncing Note: p_1d20+1

Dodging was not a thing he was capable of with this actions, instead, he felt the blow upon his skull and staggered forward, falling to both knees after that blow there. Well a strong start perhaps now left him in a bit of peril, as he tried to get it together, though he wasn't really sure how well he'd be doing at the present state. "Can't...stop here, right? Someone needs help." he may have been badly shaken and presently ruined, but he was going to try and piece this losing fight back together.

Arrow Rinehart
Damage: 25%
Status: Mind Melted, Reduced DEX and INT

1d20+1·1d20+1

[heirtothemonado]

Another take down. How many more were there left? Phosphora didn't know, and when she looked up at Ludwig to ask, her words got caught in her throat. Ludwig looked.....strange. The lightning lass couldn't tell if he was impressed by her singing or moved or driven to insanity. To be honest, Phosphora was starting to get a little worried about the pompous Koopaling's wellbeing. However, with him demanding that she sing some more, she didn't see another option but to do what he said. Hopefully there weren't to many takes left though. Her voice was starting to get a little horse.

QqtfBgsbp_1d20+1 (Charisma Roll 1) Letter: B
p_1d20+1 (Charisma Roll 2) Letter: A
p_1d20+1 (Charisma Roll 3) Letter: M (Oof, sour note there, Phosphora)

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Phosphora
Damage: 0%
Status: A little horse

1d20+1·1d20+1·1d20+1