12-23-2015, 12:51 PM
Some people might assume that Drake would be utterly snide and dismissive of egomaniacs, such as Bowser. Certainly, the smuggler had no real respect for authority, and did find such people tiresome. On the other hand, one must remember that Drake also had zero sense of pride or shame, so Nealaphh really had made the correct choice for the person to pander to Bowser's ego. In the back of his mind, as Drake marched forwards and threw himself to the ground in a grovelling bow, he was slightly concerned what the others, especially Miranda, might think of the ensuing display. Ultimately though, being eternally resigned to a state of ennui, Drake didn't especially care. He had a job to do.
The Smuggler bent down on one knee and inclined his head downwards, removing his cap and holding it over his chest. His right hand extended to the side, as if pleading the good king to heed his desperate words. Drake's voice adopted a pitiable, awestruck timbre, dripping with an excess of drama and gravitas.
"Greetings, your most Wicked Highness. I am, if I may be so bold, Drake Oneir, of the Omniverse Institute."
Bowser said nothing, still leaning to the side on his throne, chin held in a clawed hand. The other hand tapped restlessly on the arm of his throne. He wasn't used to this kind of treatment from anyone other than his Koopas, let alone another Prime. It was kind of weird, but in a good way. Maybe.
"My Master, Nealaphh, seeks your gracious assistance in its hour of need. Perhaps you have heard that the Institute seeks to slay that noisome and terrible beast, Volvagia. Truly, a blight upon all of the Ashen Steppes. A beast whose offspring even now, ravage your keeps and harry your people."
Bowser blinked.
"Uh..."
Drake continued, knowing that if he stopped talking he would give the King a chance to actually process the words and make see through the facade that was going on here.
"If you could find it within your black and nightmarish heart to lend the aid of your noble Koopa Troops to this cause, Master Nealaphh would be forever indebted to your kingdom and kin. There is no request that could be made so as to be unequitable in exchange."
Unequitable, was that actually a word? Was it supposed to be inequitable? Fuck it. Keep talking.
"Already Nealaphh has garnered the help of Ambrosia and the Gorons of Death Mountain. Together, surely we all can end this savage threat to the prosperity of the Ashen Wastes, and will be a tribute to your ongoing and malicious legacy of power and wisdom."
Bowser blinked again. Now he was sitting up in his throne, pressed back into the cushy trappings with a notably bewildered expression.
"Uhhh..."
"Please, King Bowser. In all of your dark potency, lend your aid to the Institute. The Steppes need you. The Omniverse..."
Drake now rose his gaze to look deep into the contracted pupils of the marshmallow dinosaur idiot. It wasn't often he got to make this much of an ass of himself to such productive ends.
"The Omniverse needs you!"
The Smuggler bent down on one knee and inclined his head downwards, removing his cap and holding it over his chest. His right hand extended to the side, as if pleading the good king to heed his desperate words. Drake's voice adopted a pitiable, awestruck timbre, dripping with an excess of drama and gravitas.
"Greetings, your most Wicked Highness. I am, if I may be so bold, Drake Oneir, of the Omniverse Institute."
Bowser said nothing, still leaning to the side on his throne, chin held in a clawed hand. The other hand tapped restlessly on the arm of his throne. He wasn't used to this kind of treatment from anyone other than his Koopas, let alone another Prime. It was kind of weird, but in a good way. Maybe.
"My Master, Nealaphh, seeks your gracious assistance in its hour of need. Perhaps you have heard that the Institute seeks to slay that noisome and terrible beast, Volvagia. Truly, a blight upon all of the Ashen Steppes. A beast whose offspring even now, ravage your keeps and harry your people."
Bowser blinked.
"Uh..."
Drake continued, knowing that if he stopped talking he would give the King a chance to actually process the words and make see through the facade that was going on here.
"If you could find it within your black and nightmarish heart to lend the aid of your noble Koopa Troops to this cause, Master Nealaphh would be forever indebted to your kingdom and kin. There is no request that could be made so as to be unequitable in exchange."
Unequitable, was that actually a word? Was it supposed to be inequitable? Fuck it. Keep talking.
"Already Nealaphh has garnered the help of Ambrosia and the Gorons of Death Mountain. Together, surely we all can end this savage threat to the prosperity of the Ashen Wastes, and will be a tribute to your ongoing and malicious legacy of power and wisdom."
Bowser blinked again. Now he was sitting up in his throne, pressed back into the cushy trappings with a notably bewildered expression.
"Uhhh..."
"Please, King Bowser. In all of your dark potency, lend your aid to the Institute. The Steppes need you. The Omniverse..."
Drake now rose his gaze to look deep into the contracted pupils of the marshmallow dinosaur idiot. It wasn't often he got to make this much of an ass of himself to such productive ends.
"The Omniverse needs you!"
And, we dream of home I dream of life out of here Their dreams are small My dreams don't know fear I got my heart full of hope I will change everything No matter what I'm told How impossible it seems We did it before And we'll do it again We're indestructible Even when we're tired And we've been here before Just you and I
Don't try to rescue me I don't need to be rescued
Don't try to rescue me I don't need to be rescued