#themaskedswordsmen

Lillian had hidden herself in a small, dark room far downstairs. She was quiet. Still. Alone.

Petal hated her, and she had come to accept that. The whole world probably hadn't any need for a ghost like her anymore. She wasn't sure what she would do in the morning, but for now, she just wanted to float here. Just barely above the ground, her arms were still wrapped tight around her. She wanted to not care. She's dead, why let anything effect her anymore?

But nevertheless, it did. It stung knowing her sister hated her. It stung knowing all she had left was taken away by the Empress.

So lonely and desperate, she began to mumble silently.

“You’re just some lanky aliens. Tell me where Dark Meta is then throw yourselves overboard and maybe I’ll consider leaving only two black eyes on each of your faces.”

Geez! How friendly!

Shirby is quick to dish out venom with a agitated smile on his face. The threat had made itself apparent to him; these people were alien invaders who kicked Dark Meta off his ship and are now stealing it and taking it on joy rides. This is unacceptable.

“Great! Pile all that on them! I’m a hungry jester, Heheehee!”

-How Marx got onto the ship is a real mystery. There were a bunch of different ways he could’ve gotten on, but he didn’t destroy any part of the ship to do so at least. 

  By mid-February, the chilling grip of Dream Land's winter has begun to loosen. The early signs of spring are beginning to drift on the air, replacing the last of the snowfalls and warming the temperature to something a little more mild.

  The appropriate amorous mood follows close behind. Across the country and perhaps even beyond, couples are coming together, clamoring for seats at all the finest restaurants after emptying stores of their chocolates. Just about every dine-in eatery on Pop Star is packed full, with lines out the doors and around the corners of said establishments. Pair upon pair lean into one another, hold hands, or at least stand close, each individual hardly aware of anything but their own chosen partner.

  A few years ago, the only value Meta Knight saw in this holiday was the discount chocolates available the day after, but now that he has someone to spend it with, he's made plans for his evening well in advance. He took it upon himself to reserve a booth for two at one of the finest European-style diners in the entire Milky Way Galaxy a solid five months prior to this evening. Such a precaution is necessary if one is to make it in the doors of a restaurant like this during the Valentine's Day dinner rush, and his date deserves only the best.

Benikage just said a cuss.

Benikage just said a cuss, oh my god, his parents are going to kill him.

“Uh... I didn’t mean it!” Benikage shouts before clapping his hands over his mouth. “Please don’t tell!”

“...”

Look. He’s just trying to enjoy the good meal that was now obviously his. He doesn’t need to take this harassment. He’s cute and pink and also small. Infact, he’s not going to take it to the point where he’s going to like.

Y’know.

Start eating all the stuff he’d collected from the fridge right there. Just hurriedly shoved it all into his mouth. And swallowed. 

    Today is an exciting day for a certain Halcandran. The Thanksgiving feast he's been invited to join is a few days off, but Dark has accepted his offer to help prepare it, however reluctantly. This means that not only will he be aboard the Battleship Halberd early, but he'll be aboard it for several days. If someone had told him two months ago that the only price for getting an up-close-and-personal look at the most advanced piece of technology Pop Star has on it (besides his own ship) is a few days' worth of cooking, he'd have called them an absolute idiot.

    Well, not out loud, but he would have thought it.

    Regardless, he's finished packing a suitcase for his visit that, while small on the outside, is enchanted to have about four times more space on the inside than it should. He's filled this space with a digital tablet and pen that he can keep on his person for note-taking (he's sure he's bound to learn all kinds of interesting things about both the ship and its crew), several changes of clothes he doesn't mind getting a bit messy, an apron, some tomes he's in the middle of translating, a small array of potions for every day purposes, hygiene items, and his violin. He's well-prepared for both busy time and downtime.

    Now comes the issue of actually getting on the Halberd itself. He can fly using magic, but he's limited in speed, height, and flight duration. He could teleport there, if he knew where it was at the moment, but that would drain a considerably large amount of his magic, both due to the distance and the fact he's never been there before. If he could fly the Lor beside it for just a minute or two, that would make the transition much easier. He stands before the control room's keyboard to send Dark a text message telling him as much.