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bowsnbots · 5 hours
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"He didn't mean it." He says, looming over Peppina's corpse.
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bowsnbots · 4 days
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Hey, Vigilante…. I'm sure you've noticed this yourself, being as… well, vigilant as you are, but Omino's got an alter-ego. Sometimes he changes up his appearance a little and calls himself 'Man.' Definitely the same exact guy, though
—Furiously taking notes. Like... furiously. Smoke coming off the notepad and everything. The shadows cast over his eyes look pretty intimidating, but.
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"Thank ya kindly, stranger! I reckon this'll help me finally catch that sumbitch."
...I guess it's not directed at you, at least.
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bowsnbots · 5 days
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Oh, the PERSONA muses get to come out and play now—
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bowsnbots · 5 days
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Vigilante, what crimes could that Mii possibly have committed? He's just a funny little pizza delivery guy
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"THAT BASTARD STOLE MY WIENIE MOUNT AND FORCED 'IM INTA EARLY RETIREMENT." A beat. "DO Y'HAVE ANY IDEA HOW MUCH'A HIS 401k HE'D SAVED UP? NOT MUCH."
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bowsnbots · 6 days
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GUSTAVO PEACHOFTOWER IF YOU AGREE TO TURN IN YOUR SON THE MII FOR "CRIMES" I WILL PERSONALLY RESURRECT PAPEENO. WE CAN HELP EACH OTHER HERE—
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bowsnbots · 6 days
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—This endless firefight has lost its luster, he can't lie. The Vigilante can keep firing, taking out duplicate after duplicate with well-placed shots, but these things are persistent, and his ammo reserves are running low.
Not that he's giving up; far from it. The Vigilante may not be the brightest, but he can fight. Another gunshot precedes a splash of orange. And another. And another.
...Until the sound of gunfire is drowned out by more screaming up on the stage. Until the expansion of the stadium. Until—
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"Aw, hell."
WELL, HE CAN ALSO KNOW WHEN TO RETREAT. An army of rabid Noise clones? Easy. An intruder on Fun Farm? Not a problem. Peppino himself? He'd go for the rematch if the situation called for it. A tower? The Tower?
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"MORT, WE'RE GETTIN' THE HELL OUTTA HERE."
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Don't have to tell him twice. Nobody tell him the bricks are almost cube-shaped...
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bowsnbots · 6 days
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If he aims carefully, he can probably shoot right through that pinup and save everyone here from having to look at it—
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bowsnbots · 7 days
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—And he thought Mort's grenade launcher was loud. Sunovabitch. He's glad he's not on the receiving end of that this time, a thought he can barely hear over the scream and the constant bursts of gunfire. Gunfire that was physically redirected and knocked away by the sheer force of Pep's scream. Okay.
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...At least Mort doesn't seem too phased, as he continues to swing his grenade launcher around like a bat at these duplicates. Didn't even know he could do that. No wonder even Peppino couldn't reliably get him off back in the Tower—
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bowsnbots · 7 days
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—What is this thing.
No, really, what is it? Had Pizzahead shoved it into his hands? Why does it feel vaguely familiar? Why a tomahawk? All questions that fly through The Vigilante's head for only a moment, before he just. Kind of shoves it into himself and pulls a pistol out instead.
Probably better this way. He can Jump Jump Slide Slide pretty well, but it's hard to beat ol' reliable.
The moment the revolver is drawn, the hammer is fanned, six clones taken down in six precise shots. Reloaded in an instant. Been a while since his last shootout, and the familiar rush prompts a grin to tug at his expression.
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Something in the crowd catches his eye, though, something that doesn't stop him from aiming the pistol behind himself and taking another duplicate out without looking. A familiar blur tears through the field... and stops at his feet.
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He seems a little lost.
The Vigilante pauses for a moment, scratching the back of his head with the revolver's handle. How should he handle this...? Well, eh...
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"They're, ah, boxes in hidin', lil' fella. Get out there an'—"
Before he can finish, Mort turns around 180 degrees. An explosion sounds off in front of him, scattering more duplicates everywhere.
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It seems Mort was given a grenade launcher.
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bowsnbots · 9 days
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//-There's a joke to be made here, about "Make sure Omino doesn't die so I can kill 'im myself," but I do not have the mental fortitude to make it right now—
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bowsnbots · 9 days
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—There's a little bit of... chaos that the Vigilante's old employer would find when he got here. Forget the cheeseslime himself standing there seemingly dumbfounded for a moment. The cow(?) from earlier is unmovingly bouncing around its pen as loudly as possible. Mort the Chicken is pecking the living hell out of the TV, and it's unclear whether it's because of the program or because it's an old box-shaped CRT.
Surely, Pizzahead being the one to call him to action will be a problem. There's a bounty hanging on the wall with his face on it. It's gonna take a lot of convincing to—
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"I'm in."
O. Oh. Okay! Not than anyone other than the fake himself is gonna argue, surely, but... huh. Lucky thing he has that flamethrower next to his chair, eh? Time to cook some pizza dough.
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bowsnbots · 10 days
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//-It feels as apt a time as ever
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bowsnbots · 12 days
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"IS IT IMMORAL TO ARREST THE MII NOW."
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bowsnbots · 13 days
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—"Y'know, maybe that kid ain't so bad."
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bowsnbots · 13 days
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—No wonder that kid wanted out of the Mii lore, actually-
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bowsnbots · 18 days
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Peppino Spaghetti. I will call in one (1) Cow Airstrike to your location if you agree to turn your son in for Crimes. We can help each other here
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bowsnbots · 20 days
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—Ah, there it is!
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The Vigilante glances up from that, uh... cow-with-a-question-mark that he's milking, eyes squinting at the distant television screen that turned itself on. He doesn't need to see clearly to recognize Noise's voice. Wonder who the poor sod is this time.
It takes him a minute to check. Figures he should wrap up his work. It's not like the cow's going anywhere; it's unclear if it's actually. Moved at all since he started? But he doesn't want to get distracted while he's working. Thus, the show runs in the background while he works.
That other voice is kinda familiar, though. That's gonna bug him until he gets up to check. It isn't long before he finishes up, brushes his hands together to shake off any excess, and slithers over to the TV, expecting, like, Pepperman, or Steve the Cheeseslime Bandit, or—
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"Oh, son of a bitch."
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