Whoa, hold up! There's possibly voice clips from both Magolor AND the Lor?
The only thing I'm even VAGUELY aware of is Magolor CLEARLY screeching "KIRBY!!! Kirby!! Kirby! Kir... by..."
Sadly, I haven't gone back to that file since I found the first clip (been busy) but there's something going on there! I think we'll be finding out for sure in just a few days (1)
That said, I know I supposedly wrote out all my angst regarding Crowned Magolor in comic form but I just found this Nico Douga video where someone (several someones?) subtitled what they believe they can hear Magolor saying and UGH MY HEART?!?
Potentially heard phrases include:
(Warning for distressing content...?)
"...N-no...please..."
"...D-destroy...it..."
"Where...?"
"What...d-do I...?"
"Don't...look... at me..."
"...It's...really..."
"...Why...?"
"...You can...do it..."
"A-almost..."
"U-ugh..."
"...S-sorry...so...sorry..."
"Be...careful..."
"I...can't..."
"S-stop...it..."
"You've done...enough..."
"Free...me..."
As well as several variants of "...Help...me...!"
...
Man... Magolor Soul is a really well designed boss. The colors. The crown. The silhouette. Definitely a "cool" looking boss. But they've always been one of the "scariest" Kirby bosses to me too because of the implications of what's happening just past those eyes...
"But Dess..." I told myself pre-remake "...You're just reading stuff into it because you like a little angst with your pastel positivity game. It's not like Magolor is actually suffering under there, begging to be stopped at any cost, lost and confused as his body is wielded against his will, his tormented mind only able to watch. I'd be shocked if he were even conscious while all this is going on..."
HAL Labs: "...Ohoho... Just you wait!"
Now, to clarify, we don't know how much of the above is real and how much of that is good sound design allowing people to read what they feel into a series of broken squeaks that may not be real words phrases in the first place! Things like "...Help..." are heard pretty consistently across the board. The rest is up for debate. (Even I didn't hear all those myself. I'm just here transcribing comments - mostly for anyone who wants writing/drawing fuel for Crowned Magolor's thought processes but can't understand Japanese.)
(1) The good news about all this is that this month's Nintendo Dream is coming up and there's An Interview With Kumazaki and the Team! It's almost guaranteed they're going be spilling some of the goods on DX!! They may not cover as far as the True Arena in this issue, but it's gotta come up eventually, and then we'll have a better idea of just WHAT is going on in that fight.
What Magolor is saying (if anything, because it could just be "filler" noises) whether this fight is a fun (.......) alternate universe scenario or not, and if Magolor's soul is saved at the end.
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(part 1 here! it's not required for reading this piece, but they are connected!)
The second time you meet Izana is completely unexpected.
You hadn’t expected to see the pretty boy from the convenience store anytime soon after your first meeting; sure, he had gotten your name and you had gotten his. But besides that, there wasn’t really any way for you to find each other, and it’s not like you were the type to go around to every high school in the vicinity looking for an ‘Izana’. You just figured that you’d see him when you see him.
You definitely weren’t expecting the next time you see him to be right outside your school gates, however.
“Izana?!” The exclamation draws the boy’s attention to you, along with the attention of nearly all the students nearby. You clamp your mouth shut, face reddening at the feeling of the curious glances sent your way.
“Hey, [name].” He greets you casually, as if he didn't just completely show up out of nowhere, at the place where you least expected him to be.
“What are you doing here?” A sudden thought strikes you. “You don't…go here, do you…?”
“No. I don't go to school at all.”
A snort of laughter escapes you before you can stop it.
He sends you a sharp smirk at that, pushing himself off where he was leaning against the bars of the school gate. “I'm here to pick up a certain someone from school.”
“Oh.” Disappointment flares up inside you, but you push it down. “I see. I didn’t know you knew anyone from my school! What a coincidence.”
“...”
“...?”
You tilt your head in confusion as he stares blankly at you, gaze unreadable and unmoving. Why was he staring at you? Did you say something wrong or–
“Oh!” The realization hits you all of a sudden. Your hand flies up to point at yourself. “Did you mean me???”
He finally moves again at that, nodding his head with a wry smile on his face.
“Oh!” You feel your face heat up again. “Sorry, I don't know why I thought it was someone else.” You rub the back of your neck sheepishly. “I guess I wasn't expecting it to be me.”
He lets out a chuckle, hands smoothly swiping your school bag from your hands and slinging it over his shoulder before you can stop him. “If not you, then who?”
You roll your eyes jokingly. “I don't know, literally anybody else?”
“There's very few people that I would willingly make an effort to pick up.” He bends down slightly to your eye level, and your breath stutters a little at the sudden close up of his beautiful face. “You should consider yourself lucky.”
Recovering, you decide to play along, sending him a teasing smile. “Sure, whatever you say, pretty boy.”
His eyes narrow slightly, the corner of his lips curling upwards. “Oh? I'm ‘pretty boy’ now?”
You giggle, a little bashfully. “Can I call you that?” You ask timidly, unsure of his preference towards the nickname.
His playful expression softens into something gentle. “You can call me anything you want, [name].”
Your heart skips a beat at the soft expression on his face, eyes never leaving yours, almost as if the look was meant for you and you only.
“Now,” He straightens up, snapping you out of whatever daze he put you in. “Let’s go.” He begins walking away, your bag still in his hand, and you hurriedly chase after him.
“Wait wait wait, go where??”
“There's this café I've been wanting to go to for a while now.” He casually replies, not paying your confused look any mind. “So we're going today.”
You could feel butterflies in your stomach.
Was this…?
His way of asking you out on a date…?
You quietly study the side of his face as the two of you walk alongside each other, eyes tracing over every line and bridge of the ethereal features that had captured your attention since the first time you caught a glance. His face is relaxed, almost peaceful.
…Well, whether it was or not, you suppose it doesn't really matter at the moment.
You fake a heavy sigh, although you can't help the smile creeping onto your face. “I suppose I don't have a say in the matter now, do I?”
He grins smugly. It's surprisingly cute.
“No, not really.”
After all, time will tell.
For now, you'll just enjoy this afternoon by his side.
("Wait a minute...how did you know which school I go to?"
"..."
"I-Izana???"
"...Don't worry about it 😁."
"IZANA???")
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