11-25-2015, 02:51 PM
Zack stayed where he was while the Koopas spoke to Miranda. He was perfectly comfortable leaning against the hood of the truck while he listened to them talk to her. Something told him that maybe it wasn't the best idea to allow her to be the voice of this strange little band, but he couldn't resist seeing how it would go. Her word choice was rough and could use some refinement, but he was impressed, overall, with how she spoke with the Koopas.
He was much less impressed, however, to learn that the bandit problem was old and irrelevant news. He shook his head and looked out to the lava moat that circled the fortress, still listening. The lead Koopa mentioned something about a new organization being formed, and that they could help with battling it instead. That was much less appealing to Zack. Bandits were a universal evil, but when it came to politics between two organizations, that line was a little bit more blurry.
It wasn't something he was willing to write off just yet, however. He wanted to learn a little bit more, and see what the deal was with this North Village. Then he'd decide if this was worth it. So, Zack turned to get back in the truck, when suddenly the Koopa called out for them to stop. It suggested meeting with Bowser, which he was glad to know they were on the same page about something, for once.
"You can leave your..." the Koopa paused as it studied the truck, a look of disbelief plastered on his face. "...uh, your vehicle, here."
"Thanks!" Zack cheerfully replied, lightly tapping the hood and causing the radio antenna to break free of it's mount, and fall to the hood. He looked at it for only a brief second before shrugging and following the group of Koopas across the bridge that passed over the molten river.
They entered the grand castle, and Zack looked around in awe at the elaborate interior. Koopas of various races were hurrying in and out of the large entry room. They traveled deeper into the castle, a route their escort clearly knew quite well. Finally, they stopped just outside a grand door that obviously led to the throne room.
"Wait here," the blue shelled leader instructed them, with Drake silently mouthing out his exact words, unnoticed from the back. These people sure were predictable.
The lead Koopa opened the door just enough to slip in, then closed it behind him. Zack crossed his arms and looked up at some of the paintings, mostly of Bowser but there were a few that were very likely his children. Miranda was already tapping her foot impatiently, which was a contrast to Colonel's calm exterior.
Slowly, Zack began to pace back and forth. More than anything else, he just hated waiting.
He was much less impressed, however, to learn that the bandit problem was old and irrelevant news. He shook his head and looked out to the lava moat that circled the fortress, still listening. The lead Koopa mentioned something about a new organization being formed, and that they could help with battling it instead. That was much less appealing to Zack. Bandits were a universal evil, but when it came to politics between two organizations, that line was a little bit more blurry.
It wasn't something he was willing to write off just yet, however. He wanted to learn a little bit more, and see what the deal was with this North Village. Then he'd decide if this was worth it. So, Zack turned to get back in the truck, when suddenly the Koopa called out for them to stop. It suggested meeting with Bowser, which he was glad to know they were on the same page about something, for once.
"You can leave your..." the Koopa paused as it studied the truck, a look of disbelief plastered on his face. "...uh, your vehicle, here."
"Thanks!" Zack cheerfully replied, lightly tapping the hood and causing the radio antenna to break free of it's mount, and fall to the hood. He looked at it for only a brief second before shrugging and following the group of Koopas across the bridge that passed over the molten river.
They entered the grand castle, and Zack looked around in awe at the elaborate interior. Koopas of various races were hurrying in and out of the large entry room. They traveled deeper into the castle, a route their escort clearly knew quite well. Finally, they stopped just outside a grand door that obviously led to the throne room.
"Wait here," the blue shelled leader instructed them, with Drake silently mouthing out his exact words, unnoticed from the back. These people sure were predictable.
The lead Koopa opened the door just enough to slip in, then closed it behind him. Zack crossed his arms and looked up at some of the paintings, mostly of Bowser but there were a few that were very likely his children. Miranda was already tapping her foot impatiently, which was a contrast to Colonel's calm exterior.
Slowly, Zack began to pace back and forth. More than anything else, he just hated waiting.