[TartoonHand94]

Another take down and not that many left to go. The progress they were making was most auspicious, and the truth was, Ludwig wasn’t sure how to feel about that. They were doing great and they would be done before she knew it, but unlike the rest of his works, he wasn’t so sure if he felt this was anywhere near done yet. Or rather, whether he wanted to be done yet.
Every note she sang, every breathe she took, Ludwig heard them all individually and each one pierced him. Even that last rusty one.
Ludwig’s eyes broke open and cranked in Phosphora’s direction. He heard that hoarse note alright, there was no doubt in that. What one could very much doubt was how he felt about it. Where fury for messing up the take would normally be, spelling certain doom for the poor lacky who screwed up his master stroke, there was genuine concern in his equally exhausted eyes.

Yet to miss a detail, Ludwig saw his faint reflection in the dividing glass only after realizing Phosphora was looking back at him. In a scramble to remix his composure he stood up in his chair and hunched over his control panel and menacingly roared. “Are You Okay?” Grasping immediately that was not the tone he was going for at all, in a second’s panic Ludwig remixed again, backing off the panel and standing straight with his head and voice lowered to the volume and tone, carrying the more subtle threat witch which he greeted her when she awoke.
“Would you care to take a break perhaps?” There, that’s better. He could work with this. “Might I suggest some water?” He calmly and coolly pressed the button marked ‘Water.’

Instead of a fresh glass of water appearing in the recording booth, Phosphora would notice a mere drip trickle of water splashing onto her forehead.
“Was für ein Unsinn?-That’s the Waterboarding button!” Ludwig snarled as if the button itself had failed him, hammering it to stop the drip. “P-please ignore that.” He urged Phosphora as he looked for the correct button. Luckily for Phosphora, Ludwig remembered the lemonade button would squeeze lemon juice into her eyes, the pitcher button would pitch her out of the building, ice button would cytogenetically freeze her, and one could only imagine what the glass button would do.
“What kind of Dummkopf labelled these anyway?” At last he had found it: the intercom to the front desk.
“Kammy, would you kindly fetch some of our finest refreshments to the recording studio? My precious schöne Sängerin voice requires revitalization.” He calmly commanded… to no response. “Kammy? Kammy! Refreshments to the recording studio at once!” He raised his tone impatiently. “Now you listen here you hag, you and I both know your lunch break is long over! Phosphora needs this now!” He shouted down the receiver...still not a whisper from the other end. “How dare you keep me waiting? I will not be ignored!” He violently hung up in a flash tantrum. Seeing his petulant reflection once again, he pretty much collapsed onto his control panel in embarrassment. “That witch is so fired.” He mumbled.

“So difficult to find good help these days~.” Standing back up and stroking his hair, reclaiming every poise and dignity he lost in the process, Ludwig turned to address Phosphora again.
“Please excuse me, Phosphora schatz. I’ll be right back.” He assured her, hopping off his stool and heading for the door. He paused before he could reach it, as if he had forgotten something and hurried back to see her. And indeed, he had.
“W-what would you like?” He asked her earnestly.

_ A _ _ _   _ _ R T _ _ A _   B O W S E R  J R
[♪ Note Block ♪] [83%]

---

Meanwhile in the hall of the casting call, Borbora clicked his heels in excitement and high fived Bouncing Note for a job well started. Well more like high five-to-one since it was a hand-to-flag impact-Anyway...

Bouncing Note bounced off of Arrow, leaving him wide open for Borboa to bend in and serenade him up close and personal.

♪“Do you feel that feel you’ve never really felt
Do you find that your mind has kind of start to melt?
That’s all due to the tune that I do belt
Pull yourself together~!”♪
Borbora taunted. And sadly he was right. Arrow needed to pull himself together and fast because the Bouncing Note was going to bounce on him again.

((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]

The fox's head was wobbly, he stumbled to the side as he felt the lull working over his brain, he was not out of it yet. He could not give up here, he had to help who he came to help! Who...was that? He tried to shake the mind melt's impact on him, and focused on the bouncing note. How long was this thing going to affect him? He was virtually within the rounds of vertigo as he tried to manage a dodge. He did not see anything going under the motion, here he looked on and found himself working harder to avoid the hit on him at this time. He had tried his best by shutting his eyes in order to try and avoid the gist of the dropping note again. It had been successful nailing him the last time, he was not going to doubt its capabilities right now was all. "Not yet...I'm not done, not yet..!" of course as he couldn't really see light from day, nor up from down, he tossed himself in a direction he presumed was away from the accursed bouncing block.

---

Roll for dodging the Bouncing Note: xpqvxQDPp_1d20

His continued suffering beneath the effects of sickening vertigo due to the sour note and the singing burning his mind into mush, he felt the bounce again that forced him flat to his face. While it was no thwomp, the pain sent a surge of sickening ripple through his belly. He managed not to heave, but he was getting only worse while bound by this...exact sensation that his animal senses, well honed entreated him to times 1000%, perhaps not that much? But it hardly mattered, the sense left the struggling fox warrior a sickening sense as he continued to be pummeled by enemies that he could not directly see anymore.

Status: Dazed, sick, vertigo, senses mauled, and virtually helpless! (Reduced Dex & Int)

Damage: 40%

1d20

[heirtothemonado]

Another take in the bag, and not a moment too soon. Phosphora was tired, and to be honest, she was grateful for the break Ludwig offered her. Her voice needed the rest after the last few minutes of constant singing. What she wasn't grateful for was the dripping water that was pattering on her forehead. Not exactly the drink she was hoping for. As Ludwig furiously shouting into the intercom for his assistant, and looking more and more unhinged in the process, Phosphora could do little else until he was finished and started to march out the door. "I-I'll just have some water, thanks" Phosphora replied to Ludwig's question. Her enthusiasm for this project had started to take a nosedive, but hopefully she would be done soon. Or someone would come looking for her.....

---

Phosphroa
Damage: 0%
Status: Starting to think this wasn't a good idea

[TartoonHand94]

“Water? W-would that be all? Might I recommend it sparkling with a drop of honey-” Ludwig suggested before hearing himself prattle on. “-Y’know what, water’s just fine. As you wish, mein schatz.” He genuflected and backed out the door.
“…What am I Doing? Bowing like a lowly dorky butler? Pull yourself together!” A flustered Ludwig asked himself on the other side of the door. “You are Ludwig von Koopa! …Just listen to yourself--You’re the Great Ludwig Von Koopa! And you are most certainly above curtsying to your own captive.” He ran his claws through his hair, trying to reregulate his own breathing and regain whatever composure he had left. “…What was that in there…?” He soon realized he was not concerned with what he did so much so as why he did it. Why he did a lot of what he did, in fact. “…What is this in here...?” He put his back to the door, scratching it with his shell spines as he slid down to a seat.
“…This deep, persistent, profound throbbing at the very core of my being?” He panted, gripping the humeral marginals of his shell as if feeling for something behind his lungs.
“…There’s no time for that! What am I doing standing around? She needs water! Now!” He jumped up to his feet, scratching the door a second time and hurried off to the studio cafeteria.

---

Meanwhile, in the hall of the musical brawl…

♪““Are you sure that you’re not quite done yet?
Would you gamble on your ramblings? You wanna bet?
For each and every passing verse, the worse it gets
You can’t last forever~!”♪

Boboras taunted before Bouncing Note froze with a stunned gasp.
“Why did you stop?” Boboras asked, curiously looking around before finding out for himself and becoming equally stupefied.
It was Ludwig von Koopa frantically sprinting down the hall of the casting call, paying neither Boboras, Bouncing Note, or Arrow’s existence any mind.

“…Was that just…” Boboras wheezed once the maestro was gone, looking back up to Bouncing Note who slowly nodded yes. “It was him! It was actually him!” Boboras jumped up and down hyperly. “Little Fox! Did you see? It was…Little fox?” Borboras’ hype died right away at Arrow’s sorry state.

♪“Oh gee, oh dearest me, for goodness sake
The little fox can’t kick or box, He needs a break.
There’s no glee in beating down the lame and weak.
We both should know better~.”♪

Borboras tisked with pity… till a double-crossing idea crossed his mind.

♪“Hold on to your spot, I haye a thought:
This knave was game to save a dame, or was he not?
How much would Ludwig pay? Say… Maybe a lot?
If we would deliver
This would-be thwarter in our custody
On a shiny silver platter as a wee trophy
Surely, he’d would reward you and me both handsomely
The thought makes me quiver~!”♪

Borboras quivered with glee at the deviousness of his idea.
Taking advantage of Arrow’s mind melted state, Borboras tied him up in a microphone chord. He was going to have Borboras bounce off the Bowser statue and trophify him once and for all, when he stopped where he stood in the same fawning gaze as before.

Ludwig was coming back through the hallway pushing a cart with a sheet draped over it.
“Forget the trophification! We must seize or moment now!” Borboras anxiously signaled Bouncing Note to come down, which he did landing right in Ludwig’s path, forcing a stop.
“What is the meaning of this?” Ludwig breathed flatly out of disbelief. “Stand aside at once, underling. I am in a hurry.” He demanded, still too taken off guard that any lone minion be so bold as to interrupt him so rudely. “Is there any chance you do not know just who I am? I’ll give you three measures to remember before I see to it that you’ll be forgotten.”

♪“A thousand pleas of pardon, my liege
For you’ll be pleased to see who we seized
A fox who dreamed to foil your schemes
All tied up and tethered~!”♪

Borboras bombastically emerged from behind Bouncing Note to present the bound-up Arrow.
“Unless his last name is McCloud or Prower, I could not care less about this roadkill.” Ludwig retorted, completely unimpressed. “Now out of my way, Both of you!” Ludwig began to push his cart around Bouncing Note. “The only thing I have less time to waste on than having the three of you escorted out of the tower via the window, is the desiccant demigoddess waiting for me in my studio! Now for the final time, will you get out of my-”
“But sir-” Borboras interjected one more time before Ludwig blasted him with a fresh breath of fire.
Not having the time to sweep up the ashes, Ludwig simply carted over them and hustled the rest of his way back to the studio.

The star-struck Bouncing Note still stood stunned, but someone else in the room noticed the music stopped. The two Raving Piranha Plants in the corners of the room realized there was no rhythm to rave to and became enraged.
Taking Ludwig’s lead, they proceeded to spit fire balls at the one responsible for stopping the music.

((Arrow! The Raving Piranha Plants are shooting fire balls at you! Roll 8 or higher to dodge them or receive 10% damage and suffer Burn status.))

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

---

Back outside the recording studio door, Ludwig hesitated to open it. He slicked his hair one more time whiffed his breath in his claw. Still smelled like cinders. After swallowing the mint he tried to suck on, he went in.
“Phosphora dear, have no fear, for Ludwig is here.” Ludwig announced his return, pulling in the cart with the sheet over it into the recording studio. “And I have brought, refreshments~.” He presented, pulling the sheet off revealing a bottle of the finest Bubblaine brand spring water chilling in a pale of ice. Beside the pale were two wine glasses and a platter of lemon slices and a ceramic dipping pot of Honey Syrup. On the second level of the cart awaited a bowl of grapes, half a loaf of bread and another bottle of Vintage Red Chuckola Cola.
“I presume this shall quench your fancy~.” Ludwig waggled his eyebrows confidently as he lit a candleabra with light puff of his breath.

_ A _ _ _   _ _ R T _ _ A _   B O W S E R  J R
[♪ Note Block ♪] [83%]

[Arrow Rinehart]

Where was he again? Bound and tagged? He felt like he was back 'there' all over again. The world around him still a pretty indiscernible area, all he could do was bumble and try to depend on senses. He'd barely heard the audible voices around him and knew little more than instinct from his wish to survive. He attempted to move as his ears listened to the sound of something, perhaps fire? He fell backwards to nothing but his instinctive responses to the fireballs. Growling lowly, like an angry cornered fox, he tried to move away from the fireballs in his loopy state of mine.

---

Roll for a Dodge of the Fireballs: MxJmxUsxp_1d20

Tumbling into the fireballs, he toppled over and hit the back of his head on the ground, dazed, burning, and even more disoriented after the hard head hit, he tried to gather anything in terms of a thought. A want to help who he came to, to get out of here in one piece, it was just not working out that way. He'd normally find a way to bolster himself, but all he did was suffer at the moment, edging upon fear and despair. "...Not yet." It was perhaps the only thing still light in even his vision which was fading poorly. 

Arrow Rinehart
Damage: 48%
Status: Burned, Mind Melted, Starting to give into Despair

1d20

[heirtothemonado]

Phosphora perked when Ludwig re-entered the room, pulling a cart behind him. Thank the gods, she was parched...wait, didn't she just ask for water? Where'd the rest of it come from? Slightly confused, she poured herself a glass of water and drank it. "Thanks Ludwig. But what's all this about?" she asked, gesturing to the rest of the cart. "Isn't this a little...extravagant? Especially since you're keeping me prisoner?"

Deciding not to look the gift Lux in the mouth, Phosphora shared a meal decent meal with Ludwig, although she tried her hardest to ignore the looks he was giving her.

"This is very good Cola, Ludwig." Phosphora commented "Where did you get it?" Part of her was genuinely curious, but another, larger part of her just wanted to not have silence between the two of them while they ate. It would give her mind room to wander, and start to wonder why Ludwig was treating her the was he was....and why he was looking at her that way.....and why it looked like he slicked his hair back more then necessary….Oh no.....

---

Phosphora
Damage: 0%
Status: Starting to realize

[TartoonHand94]

The sight of the little fire fox frightened the Bouncing Note into fleeing. To fetch a pale of water perhaps? The sprinklers weren’t activating. Perhaps it forgot that this was a Koopa facility. Fires happen here all the time.

As the Bouncing Note bounded out through the door, a much smaller jumping head hopped in.

“Yo what’s good homies! It’s ya boy Lil’ Nip!”
The Nipper announced his arrival.

“Rave! Dave! My brothas whazzup? Whachu doin’ sitting round here spitting dirt fo? Ain’t y’all heard the news?” He asked his fellow flora with fever. The two Raving Piranha Plants looked at each other confused.
“Doncha’ll be looking at eachother! Check yo phones! Now!” He instructed, and they obeyed, each taking out their phones, which inexplicably had reception down here. There was some big news announcement just uploaded. 40 minutes long!?!
“Watch till the End.” Lil Nip grinned. “Thank me later, cuz~!”

If Arrow were still conscious or coherent enough to move a muscle, he’d notice something ripping and falling off. His bounds! His gag! They were burnt off by the fire! He was free! Now if he could just sneak past the distracted Piranha Plants he could make it into the next room that he saw Ludwig go through!

((Arrow, roll higher than an 8 in dexterity to sneak into the next room while the Piranha Plants are distracted.))

Raving Piranha	Lil' Nip	Boboras	Raving Piranha Plant
5 HP	10 HP	KO	5 HP
8 Threshold	12 Threshold		8 Threshold

---

“Extravagant? What? This?” Ludwig did a double take at the cart. “N-Nonesense, don’t be silly. If this surprises you, clearly, you’ve yet to dine with royalty. It’s quite precious, really.” He recovered, handsomely tying a napkin around his neck.
“Oh schatz, you make prisoner sound like such a dirty word.” Ludwig scoffed as he sliced some bread for himself. “Simply think of me as merely your Captive Audience. ...Er, Captor audience.” He chuckled nipping a grape. “You shall be…set free… once your contribution is complete…As per our agreement.” He didn’t seem so eager to remind her.
“That just happens to be a Vintage Red edition you’re sipping. Liberated from one of the finest bottling plants in the Mushroom Kingdom during a siege of the Soda Jungle. It’s considered one of the few remaining trophies from our invasion.” He bragged as he poured himself a glass. “You’re destined to be a Star, Phosphora. You may as well get used to dining like one.”
Instead of sipping it, he cleared his throat and raised it. “A toast, dear Phosphora, to my latest masterpiece, and the electrifying voice that will give it its fizz!”

_ A _ _ _   _ _ R T _ _ A _   B O W S E R  J R
[♪ Note Block ♪] [83%]

[heirtothemonado]

"Well, I've dined with goddesses before. Does that count?" Phosphora responded. Ludwig was treating her pretty well, she had to admit, but.....something about this didn't feel right, but Phosphora couldn't quite put her finger on it. Before she could think about it for much longer, Ludwig raised his glass for a toast, to her and her future as a star! "To me, and to the song we can create!" Phosphora toasted, raising her glass and tapping it against Ludwig's. Her previous apprehensions about this situation faded, but didn't entirely disappear. The thoughts of her becoming a star, singing her heart out onstage, pushed them into a corner and kept them there. She was really ready to start back up again.

---

Phosphora
Damage: 0%
Status: Pumped

[Arrow Rinehart]

The fox saw a chance, a moment of distraction to the plants, the note..? it fled at its moment of finishing the job, still he was not certain he was going to do well like this. Dragging himself to his knees and hands, he attempted to crawl out, someone still needed help. A little damage was not going to stop him, whomever it was, they needed him now. He was certain that they'd needed someone to help them out, he was here for that purpose! The attempt at reinvigorating himself managed something of a workup, he'd held his weapons, placed upon him, and kept from dragging by his tails, he gave it a shot. He was no longer in the right shape for sneaking whilst walking, so he prayed that his crawling was not going to make much of a sound. Of course this was all up to whatever fate what looking down upon him, he'd be finding out what his fortune was, since he was not going to leave without doing his best to help out!


avmu|xY_p_1d20+1: Roll for sneaking by!

The tod just managed to sneak by, with a few weapons almost jostling free, and caught by his dexterous tails! He managed to sneak by and bit his lip to keep from making too much noise. He snuck ahead into the next room quietly and just counted his blessings for having so many limbs and of course, not screwing up again. He'd fumbled enough now that his confidence was shaken, he could ill afford more mistakes. Still determined, he gripped his fists and crawled on fists and knees quietly, until he certainly in the next room. 

Arrow Rinehart
Status: Shakily determined, pressing forward
Damage: 40%

1d20+1

[TartoonHand94]

“Is that so~? I must confess, I didn’t take you as being one of those religious types.” Ludwig sipped his cola, condescendingly playing along as if he didn’t believe her. “So how does it feel to dine with a God now?” He flexed his elbow that he was leaning on the table with.
“For the life of me I can hardly tell who’s more overwhelmed: You now, or the world when it hears your voice.” His eyes rolled back up to her. “It is truly something that must be heard, nay, Experienced to be believed.” He placed his glass back on the table with sincerity. “Few words in the English describe it with justice, but one of them is Powerful.” He drummed the glass against the table for emphasis. “You know, like me.”

“Something far too little alive today understand is that art, True Art, is Suffering.” He took this time to try to explain. “That’s why it’s called Painting. And that’s what your voice does, Phosphora. Your voice challenges every ear that listens to it. A challenge that I strive to pose with every composition!” He unconsciously pounded his fist on the table to punctuate.
“For far too long I’ve had to drone through listening to every parrot and bluebird that thought she could warble on key, only to reject them for clashing with my classical scores.” He eyed the door sourly as if staring at those fools in the hall way. “Why do you think it has taken me this long to settle on a vocalist?” Looking back at Phosphora his face changed back.

“You know, Phosphora, though it may not be the Koopa way to think too far ahead...” Ludwig rolled his eyes with a charming shrug. “I have yet to even finish this, my Nunc Magnum Opus, and yet I am already finding myself dreaming of my next masterpiece.” He stroked his hairline overwhelmed by his own insight. “I have yet to receive the commission, briefing, the context, but my astute instincts assure me of one thing it will need. Would you-?-Nah forget it. _{A True-pa Koopa never Asks for what he wants…}” He dismissed his proposal with a scoff, slightly squicked at how he almost became sentimental. How unmanly.

“Now then Phosphora I think we’ve wiled enough time away. Come!” He clapped with authority.  “We’ve a tour de force to finish!” He practically rode the trolley out of the booth and jumped off of it onto his stool on the other side of the glass.

“Ludwig Von Koopa’s Latest Masterpiece, Phosphora Vocals Take 6!”

_ A _ _ _   _ _ R T _ _ A _   B O W S E R  J R
[♪ Note Block ♪] [83%]

---

Phew! Despite his impaired motor skills, Arrow managed to sneak past the two Raving Piranha Plants, thanks in no small part to the presentation video they were watching with intent. Or listening to? Its not like they have eyes…Do they?
Anyway, Arrow was safe behind the door in what appeared to be another lounge. What was that sound? It sounded vaguely like…snoring?

The room itself was smaller than before, with a more exclusive décor. Though the black paint on the walls did nothing to help the darkness of the windowless room, there were candelabras lit in each corner, with a Fire Bar spinning on the ceiling like a fan. Across from Arrow there was a much more stylish couch than the one in the previous room, but this one was riddled with holes punctured into it. Across from it, instruments and recording equipment were stacked on a book case that, judging by the clashing style, was stolen from another castle. A large, rather handsome painting of Ludwig Von Koopa himself stood proudly on the wall, and the room was tied together with a large midnight blue rug bearing his symbol.
Standing on top of this rug, the focal centerpiece of the room, was a stately jet-black grand piano, polished to an otherworldly shine.

Beside the fox was an empty watercooler with a Heart floating it.
((Go ahead and help yourself, Arrow. You can heal yourself of all your statuses with it.))

This was it, Ludwig and Phosphora had to be on the other side of the door marked "Recording Booth: Do Not Disturb When Light Is On. Or When Light Is Off Either. Just Do Not Disturb” All Arrow had to do was burst through the door, was as good as-Suddenly, loud euphoric cheers of hype erupted from hall behind the door behind the fox. They were loud and exuberant enough to break the silence of the room… well, silent except for the snoring. Wait… the snoring stopped!

A musical groan erupted from…the piano? As it’s keys began to rattle uncomfortably, its lid swung open to reveal a massive row of sharp teeth. The Piano was awake! The Piano was alive? And the Piano is Mad! It thrashed about like a raging bull before charging at Arrow, the only other moving thing in the room.

((Quick Arrow! The Piano is trying to charge you! Roll 14 or higher in Dexterity to dodge or take 15% damage. Roll high enough a second time to get up onto the couch where you'll be harder to reach!))

Mad Piano

80 HP

14 Threshold

[Arrow Rinehart]

The fox made his way from the other room by crawling with his mind still melted, he knew of nothing less than a drive, instinct leading him forward. Smell probably leading him in the right direction. In his choice step, the haze that he was in mentally still left him without proper direction. "...Need something..." A proper word given, something that could not explain what or where he was, but he did not waste time either way. He could see something, a water cooler with a heart in it..? Well this was an intriguing place, though his mind was nothing but a swimmy mess. The heart moved, as he staggered forward, almost a lurch with how battered he felt. Though the pain was good, it felt real, solid, it reminded him of the time he scraped by. That lab...he'd barely made it, this was a real stress test for him, he had to rise above it. And before long, he'd stopped before the heart bearing water cooler and after something of using the device. He was not even sure how he was using it, he found himself feeling better with a mind clearing slowly. 

(Arrow recovers from his statuses! Using that Heart water cooler!)

The pain became sharper as he dusted himself off a little bit, he didn't have time to breathe though. Something felt wrong as his senses picked up, he had nothing less than a moment to respond to it. His ears perking at the snoring...and its abrupt end! He could see the door, were he was to be, but he soon felt dread as his senses caught on before he had. He saw a pristine looking piano turn into nightmare alive! He yelped and as it started charging him, he tried to move his tired body, giving himself a mental heave ho, with it clear and the pain telling him his body was still in one piece. He hunched down and attempted to leap from his position in order to avoid being stricken.

First Roll to Dodge: TnJf|l39p_1d20+1

Failing miserably to dodge anything, he felt the full brunt of the hit topple him over, barreling him off to the side, he ended up on his coming last legs, trying to shuffle up to the couch. He had no idea, if he even had it in him. As the clear sense of pain fogged his mind over that even sounds were echoing, distant, it was  a horrendous lack of fortune on his side that he just met it seemed.

Roll attempt to reach the couch: p_1d20+1

Making a gamble on just adrenaline, the fox had not managed a dodge, but he'd nearly flew onto the couch and managed to make himself stand along its edge, while trying to move towards the doorway. He had to, he came to save someone, this was not going to stop until he was there, helping her or unable to move any further at all. He'd staked a lot to come this far, his guts were the only thing pushing him. Even though if this piano had any say, he'd be a pile of them shortly. At least the dread chased him closely, the fear of it was there, though he still courageously marched along...proverbially speaking anyway!

Arrow Rinehart
Status: In great pain, but trying to rally
Damage: 55%

1d20+1·1d20+1

[heirtothemonado]

Phosphora listened to Ludwig's speech, equal parts stunned and a little flattered by his praise. "You really think my voice is that unique?" Phosphora asked, before she stopped to reflect on it herself. The other generals in the Forces of Nature, particularly Dark Pit,  had always seemed to need to comment on her singing ability, even when she practiced in private. Ludwig was the first person to treat her singing as something good. Something beautiful. And he was right. Her voice did challenge anyone that heard it. So that meant that people everywhere needed to hear it. And for that to happen....

"You're right, Ludwig. We've wasted enough time" Phosphora got up from the table with renewed vigor toward this project. Re-entering the sound booth, she tapped the mic to test it, then gave Ludwig a signal

"Ready when you are, Maestro"

tzBAPx30p_1d20+1 (Charisma Roll 1) Letter: I
p_1d20+1 (Charisma Roll 2) Letter: U
p_1d20+1 (Charisma Roll 3) Letter: G

---

Phosphora
Damage: 0%
Status: Singing with renewed vigor (I'm so sorry, Ludwig)

1d20+1·1d20+1·1d20+1

[TartoonHand94]

> ♪ ♪ ♪ !?! <
All the Mad Piano’s keys hit a sour note at once when it failed to ram Arrow a second time, crashing into the couch instead. It reeled back, backing into the wall and took a second to retune itself and tried to charge at Arrow again. This time, it lifted its front legs much higher with each bound. High enough to get onto the couch!

((Arrow, roll 14 or higher to dodge or take 15% damage! Roll 14 or higher again to jump up onto the book case, up and out of the Mad Piano’s reach!)

Mad Piano

60 HP

14 Threshold

---

“I didn’t just kidnap you for your looks, now did I~?” Ludwig smugly replied. He remembered hearing King Bowser use that line on Princess Peach a long time ago and figured he’d give it a shot here. What’s the worst that could happen?

Maestro, huh? Ludwig could get used to being called that, without having to threaten some minion to call him that first, anyway. Blushing as if just being complimented, Ludwig brushed at his here before regaining his masterful composure and signaled her to begin.

“Almost there…” His trademark toothed grin grew across his face throughout the recording. Until his Koopa ears caught a piano racket outside his door. Inside her sound-proof booth, Phosphora couldn’t hear the Mad Piano chasing her savior-to-be, but Ludwig could, but he could not let it distract him now. Especially not when…

Ludwig froze, doing a double take at the Note Block. His squinting eyes widened at the way it glowed like a fully charged battery.
“It’s Alive! IT’S ALIVE! Gwehehehe…GRAHUAHUAHUAH!” he cackled, flicking the switch to make his spotlight flicker like a bolt of lightning again. “…Warte eine, It’s just full.

…At Last! The vocals of my greatest masterpiece yet are completed!” He cheered none the less. “And now all I have to do is record all the other pieces and mix them and remix them and-But first!” Ludwig snapped his fingers, eyeing the keys to Phosphora shackles…when all at once his excitement froze to death as the realization of what this meant he had to do now hit him.

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[♪ Note Block ♪] [100%]

[Arrow Rinehart]

Arrow's attempt was something that came with his hope and ease of the effort put into reaching for the bookshelf. As frantic as he had been, the tod reached for the bookshelf before him and he felt the last of his present strength used in the attempt to escape a sure fate that was going to be worse than his previous beat down. He'd already felt that his skills were inadequate, that or his luck was just that bad. He felt the twisting of his torso as he stretched out in hopes of avoiding the piano.


B0l3ytilp_1d20+1: Roll to dodge the piano

The fox found nothing to his efforts but a quick and pitiful failure, as his fingers slipped from the edge of the bookcase. All he found for his trouble as he fell into the jaw of the piano of that moment. For the moment, he'd managed to avoid his tails from being bitten in that moment, he felt the cold teeth crunch down around his frame. In a feeble attempt to keep the pain from crippling him, his lips were forced to part in a harsh yelp of pain as he felt the piano bite now. A painful gnash, a forceful bite gripping him tightly in the part, he'd reached out at nothing as he was presently just a chew toy for the beastly piano. Arrow certainly didn't feel bad trying to save someone, but he was certainly having the worst spot of luck he'd found. Or perhaps to say the bad luck just continued to find him.

Arrow Rinehart
Damage: 70%
Status: In more pain than he's known and in the teeth of a beastly piano

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[heirtothemonado]

Inside the soundbooth, Phosphora was almost deaf to the world outside. She just kept singing her heart out. Until a shine of light caught her attention. The Note block was completely filled, and judging from the way Ludwig was acting, that meant he'd let her go soon, right? Or did she have to fill out the rest of the lyrics? Looking down a the sheet music in front of her, Phosphora managed to make out the rest of the lines....

"H...Happy..." Phosphora had to squint a bit, but the lines eventually made themselves known to her. "Happy Birthday Bowser Jr...." Phosphora read. Huh. She didn't know who Bowser Jr. was, but the fact that that Ludwig went to all this trouble to make him a birthday song...."This Jr person...He must mean a lot to you, since your going to all this trouble to write him a song." Phosphora noted. It was kinda cute, actually. 

But that thought process would have to wait. Phosphora saw Ludwig eye the keys to her shackle. She could finally get out of here! Ludwig was a good host and all, but Phosphora had other places to be. Mainly ones where she could feel the sun on her skin again. And the static in the air....She really needed a recharge. And a shower.

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Phosphora
Health: 145/145
Shield: 45/45
Status: Normal