Frostfire

[Miranda Frost]

What brings about joy in a lifetime? Is it love? Could it perhaps be friendship? Maybe it could be power? Perhaps, perhaps. Or perhaps it was something more... materialistic, something more real. It was something you could touch. Something you could smell. It was something that could be held in the palm of a hand or locked inside a vault. This metaphorical vault could be as big or as small as one wanted. Orange had big plans,, ooohh yes. His vault had no end, and yet he was compelled to fill it to the brim. Only in a world with infinite possibilities as this one could he attempt to fill it.


The mayor propped up his bare feet upon his cleaned off desk, a grin a mile wide on his face. Once his organization commanded a full roster of capable men he would be able to proceed. The key he searched endless for day after day was narrowed down to only a few of Bowser's Castles. The fool of a king, Bowser suspected nothing from a mere mayor of a backwater village such as this one. It was so far out that his taxcollectors and surveyors didn't even visit. He was forgotten, and so was his village. The fool had know idea what was about to happen, that HE, not the Arceus-Damned anthromorphisized turtle-dragon freak that will sit upon that throne.

No, it won't end there. IT would be far from over. Once the Koopa Kingdom had fallen to Orange's feet, he would expand to all of the Ashen plains. Every dragon, every man, woman and child that would be his. Not a single speck of ash wouldn't have his name enscribed in big bold letters and trademarked. Even that wouldn't be the end, he would spread his influence to all of the Omniverse. Once this is complete, he would round up an army of Primes and march upon that so called "God of the Omniverse", Omni. Orange would bend Omni to his will and then all would be his forever.

Just thinking of it sent chuckles up his throat. He was getting excited, too excited. His hand gripped tightly around nothing. It wasn't often that his suitcase wouldn't be at his side in his right hand specifically. Feeling nothing but the cold sweat of his hand made his heart jump. Where was it? It could have been stolen! No. It was leaning against his desk by his feet. His heart slowed down a bit and he took a breath, trying to relax. For the first time in forever his office seemed cold. He felt frozen in time in this place of solitude.

The room was empty save for a wooden desk, fold out chair and a window. His door was just a doorway. The headquarters couldn't quite be finished due to funding issues and some portions of the base still without walls. However for what was built it was built well. The lake of magma was known well to flood occasionally, so the entirety of the first level was coated with a material that resisted temperature change. Nifty stuff, and really expensive.

With a grunt, the leader of the new, nameless organization of his own formulation stood up, grabbing his bright orange suit case and walked over to the window. He had sent Blue and November to fetch a new member. November was.. unstable though. He almost regretted sending him. Blue just wasn't strong enough for this one, Skiaran with him or no. There was still a chance of them being unsuccessful. If this is the case, Orange was fully capable of cutting off Blue and November and starting anew. After all this was all to his design and ambition. Not a damned soul had the right to take it from him.

Another roar of that black dragon and Blue was off, their forms contrasting against the red sky.