Player: Luigi, Start Game (Open)

[Luigi]

Luigi walked down the darkest streets of Bob-Omb Avenue, arguably the most dangerous neighborhood in the city. But he didn't care. Besides, he'd had....business to take care of. Now, his hands were shoved in the pockets of his trenchcoat as he walked, rather aimlessly.

He was sort of still on the high from the shroom--his 'business.' These were dark times, and he knew it. He was doing whatever he could, but sometimes he wondered if it was enough...

[Damia]

Shy Red walked down the streets. Her white mask was flecked with dark red blood, a dark crimson on her red cloak. Her hammer was tied to her waist, the handle thumping against her thigh as she walked.

She stopped, seeing someone else coming by. She frowned behind the mask. She wasn't keen on letting anyone see her covered in blood, but as long as this guy didn't make an issue out of it, she supposed there wasn't much harm in it.

[Luigi]

He saw the Shy Guy, but it wasn't the kind he usually dealt with. His dealer was a skinny green one that hung around the area. He knew all about Shy Guys; well, their color system, anyway. Not even Shy Guys knew all about Shy Guys.

Even if he didn't, the blood and the hammer would indicate some sort of assassin. Personally, his trenchcoat sort of hid his identity, but the mustache and the green hat with the "L" on it was probably a dead giveaway. He walked by silently.

[Damia]

Damia stopped, looking at him. Was he..."Luigi." The name just fell out of her mouth, muffled by the mask. Still, she wondered if it was who she thought he did. She had heard about him...but he seemed to have fallen off the band wagon.

[Luigi]

He stopped and looked at her. "Yes. That'sa me," he said simply. "Before you-a say anything else, Mario isn'ta here, so don't ask. Just-a me. Luigi."

[Damia]

"I wasn't looking for Mario. Or you. I just recognized the hat. Though I must say...you're different from legend." She licked her lips. "Then again...none of us live up to our reputations, from what I can tell," she said with a laugh.

[Luigi]

"Times-a change. And even legends are-a forced to change witha the times, or be destroyed by them. I'ma still a hero, but nota the one I used to be," he said. "We all-a do what-a we can, sometimes bending the rules that have-a been set."

He smirked. "But you should know all about thata one."

[Damia]

She laughed, tapping her hammer with her foot. "I don't think I was ever considered a hero. I just did it for the adventure. And look at where it got me. Killing just so I can get by in life. And you...dipping into the 'shrooms?" She cocked an eyebrow, though he couldn't exactly see it behind the mask.

[Luigi]

"It's a casual habit. Been doin' it since-a my hero days. Only now, it's illegal." He shrugged. "Everything's illegal these-a days."

[Damia]

"Quick. I think we're breathing. I'll arrest you, you arrest me, and we can both go turn ourselves into Link. But don't worry. I was just wondering is all. Especially if you got it from one of us." She shrugged, just was wondering.

[Luigi]

"I might-a have a dealer in these parts. And he might-a be one of you," he said. He really didn't think it mattered one way or another if she knew. Of course, Shy Guys DID have the best.

"As-a for Link, he ain'ta the hero he used to be, or thinks-a he is, either."

[Damia]

"I have serious doubts he ever was a hero, with how he acts. Like he owns the town." She snorted. "I don't know about you, but he doesn't own me. And if I ever met him...I might just be tempted to give him a piece of my mind. Or hammer, as it were."

[Luigi]

"That, was a long time ago. Now, with Hyrule half under, I guessa he wantsa to takea this Kingdom with it."

He chuckled. "I'ma with you there. He'sa one of many I wouldn't mind shoving a fireball in a fewa choice places."

[Damia]

She laughed. "Yeah, that would be fun. You know...I didn't expect the Great Luigi to have such a sense of humor. Then again...I didn't expect Loki to be completely monotonous, either..."

[Luigi]

He looked at her, eyes sort of dark. "Who said I was-a joking?" he asked. He used to be the source of humor, but not anymore. Times had had changed him. He was stronger now, but strength came with a price, sometimes.