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[#24 Amnesty] popple's new rookie (Mario & Luigi: Superstar Saga)
Theme: Amnesty #24 - originally prompt #172 - Lost Memories
Title: popple's new rookie
Fandom: Mario & Luigi RPGs - Mario & Luigi: Superstar Saga (Cackletta Is Not Killed Midgame AU + Fawful is a Witch Trainee AU)
Rating/Warnings: PG-13, depicts amnesia caused by concussive force. Also, mild spoilers for the Beanstar search arc of Superstar Saga lmao
Word Count: 918
Summary: Popple's luck gets slightly worse after the events in Whoohoo Hooniversity, having accidentally taken the child that fell with the Beanstar. Said child, now amnesiac, decides to follow Popple.
Author's Note: And I'm back with pt 2 of this tiny drabble arc! Part 2 of 4, this one is. Follows up from here.
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The sound of talking stirs a Bean back to semi awareness, soon enough. His head throbs with pain and so does his chest, his right hand. There’s something heavy on his right hand, too, but for the strangest reason his mind is blank on what the object is or why it’s there.
Dirt. He feels moss ridden dirt under his fingers and the cloak he has on.
Still, he doesn’t try to open his eyes quite yet, at least until someone new begins rummaging through his cloak, muttering.
“Rookie.. Not now. Trying to check the kid here for money.”
The voice isn’t familiar to the childish Bean in question, but he does manage to force his eyelids open, grabbing the stranger’s hand.
“..do not be touching me. You are grimy like
.. like.. This place.”
The stranger, another Bean, frowns. “Aight, aight! Calm down, little man.”
He lets go of the younger Bean, who carefully sits up and holds his head.
“Ughhh.. My head is feeling ready to be bursting..”
The thieving Bean crosses his arms, the strange clothing making the smaller Bean uneasy despite not knowing the person. “Aight, kid, I’m wondering why the hell you fell down back there with that Beanstar thing..”
“Huh? How am I meant to be knowing? I was being asleep like a coma patient,” the kid Bean complains, though he does try to put thought into answering the thief’s questions. His head throbs a bit more..
Beanstar.. Beanstar.. Not familiar..
He stops.
“Uhmm.. I am having a problem of big porportionings,” the kid admits anxiously, holding the sides of his head. “I.. I am not having remembrance.”
“..You don’t remember getting punted?” the thief insists, his eyes bugging out of his head.
“No, I am not having remembrance of my naming.. Or where we are being for that matter..” The kid begins trembling where he sits, squeezing his eyes shut and locking his small legs together under the cloak. “What is being wrong with me? I don’t.. I am not even snacking on the memory of who was giving me the cloak and gauntlet!”
“Kid!” He looks up at the thief. “Calm down, see? I just parted ways with a rookie who had amnesia. Poor dude got knocked on the head.”
“...Maybe that is why my head is feeling split open, like a pistachio,” he reasons, still clutching his head.
“Yeah, you did land on your head back there.. alright, tell you what, you can join me for awhile till you get your memories back, see?” The thief puts a hand on his chest. “I’m Popple, see? How about I give ya a name?”
“...Mmm..” The kid Bean looks away from Popple, staring at his cloak. It’s bright red aside from the small sewn-in gold chain, and he faintly sees a name sewn into the very edge of the old fabric. “I.. think I am already having a name? Fawful? It is not sounding right, though.”
“Yeah.. You’re right, that’s a terrible name.” Popple waves it off, smirking. “How about.. Vincent?”
“Vincent.. I am having much smallness to be a Vincent, but I am liking the name.” Vincent stands up carefully, wincing as his head pulses again due to the headache. “I was hearing someone else.. Who is that being?”
Popple looks off to the side. “Hey, Rookie, come introduce yourself.”
A pink, dinosaur like being emerges from behind a very tall tree, waving.
“Hello, kiddo. I’m Birdetta.” she says, in a voice that fails to be sultry like she intends. Vincent just tilts his head, deciding to nod.
Popple huffs, rolling his eyes, and he pulls out a strange, broken machine from his large bag. It’s painted red and gold, and though Vincent isn’t sure if it’s his, just looking at the machine stirs something inside his aching brain.
The open air. He’s laughing at some people. Red and green puts the fog of fury back in his heart..
“..Popple? Was there being people wearing red and green back there..?”
The thief shoots upright, still holding the machine. “Why do ya ask, Vince? They just trounced my last rookie and blew up that freaking star.”
“I had the remembering just now.. Red and green.. I fought them before, maybe? The machine is supposed to be a machine of flying, I am thinking.” Vincent goes over and picks up the machine, looking at it up close. “..I am not having full remembrance of how it works but.. I think there is a memory being there.”
“Ugh.. No wonder they freaked when they got down there!” Popple cracks his knuckles, beginning to look as angry as Vincent suddenly feels. “How about we get revenge, see? They’re probably the reason you fell and lost your memories.”
“...” Vincent still feels very uneasy, but he grins quickly even with how it makes his head hurt worse, keeping the machine close. “To be doing that, I will be needing parts.. I had the remembering of a ship of air too. Maybe if we are finding it, I can be fixing my machine for the revenge sandwich!”
Popple smirks again, snapping his fingers. “Then get to it, Rookie! Help Vince get some parts, see?”
Birdetta growls, crossing her arms. “What about our alone time, darling?”
“After you help Vince. I’m gonna look for treasure we can nab.” Popple picks his bag back up, and it is then that Vincent semi realizes he is in a strange, large forest. He shakes his aching head, and reminds himself to focus.
Title: popple's new rookie
Fandom: Mario & Luigi RPGs - Mario & Luigi: Superstar Saga (Cackletta Is Not Killed Midgame AU + Fawful is a Witch Trainee AU)
Rating/Warnings: PG-13, depicts amnesia caused by concussive force. Also, mild spoilers for the Beanstar search arc of Superstar Saga lmao
Word Count: 918
Summary: Popple's luck gets slightly worse after the events in Whoohoo Hooniversity, having accidentally taken the child that fell with the Beanstar. Said child, now amnesiac, decides to follow Popple.
Author's Note: And I'm back with pt 2 of this tiny drabble arc! Part 2 of 4, this one is. Follows up from here.
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The sound of talking stirs a Bean back to semi awareness, soon enough. His head throbs with pain and so does his chest, his right hand. There’s something heavy on his right hand, too, but for the strangest reason his mind is blank on what the object is or why it’s there.
Dirt. He feels moss ridden dirt under his fingers and the cloak he has on.
Still, he doesn’t try to open his eyes quite yet, at least until someone new begins rummaging through his cloak, muttering.
“Rookie.. Not now. Trying to check the kid here for money.”
The voice isn’t familiar to the childish Bean in question, but he does manage to force his eyelids open, grabbing the stranger’s hand.
“..do not be touching me. You are grimy like
.. like.. This place.”
The stranger, another Bean, frowns. “Aight, aight! Calm down, little man.”
He lets go of the younger Bean, who carefully sits up and holds his head.
“Ughhh.. My head is feeling ready to be bursting..”
The thieving Bean crosses his arms, the strange clothing making the smaller Bean uneasy despite not knowing the person. “Aight, kid, I’m wondering why the hell you fell down back there with that Beanstar thing..”
“Huh? How am I meant to be knowing? I was being asleep like a coma patient,” the kid Bean complains, though he does try to put thought into answering the thief’s questions. His head throbs a bit more..
Beanstar.. Beanstar.. Not familiar..
He stops.
“Uhmm.. I am having a problem of big porportionings,” the kid admits anxiously, holding the sides of his head. “I.. I am not having remembrance.”
“..You don’t remember getting punted?” the thief insists, his eyes bugging out of his head.
“No, I am not having remembrance of my naming.. Or where we are being for that matter..” The kid begins trembling where he sits, squeezing his eyes shut and locking his small legs together under the cloak. “What is being wrong with me? I don’t.. I am not even snacking on the memory of who was giving me the cloak and gauntlet!”
“Kid!” He looks up at the thief. “Calm down, see? I just parted ways with a rookie who had amnesia. Poor dude got knocked on the head.”
“...Maybe that is why my head is feeling split open, like a pistachio,” he reasons, still clutching his head.
“Yeah, you did land on your head back there.. alright, tell you what, you can join me for awhile till you get your memories back, see?” The thief puts a hand on his chest. “I’m Popple, see? How about I give ya a name?”
“...Mmm..” The kid Bean looks away from Popple, staring at his cloak. It’s bright red aside from the small sewn-in gold chain, and he faintly sees a name sewn into the very edge of the old fabric. “I.. think I am already having a name? Fawful? It is not sounding right, though.”
“Yeah.. You’re right, that’s a terrible name.” Popple waves it off, smirking. “How about.. Vincent?”
“Vincent.. I am having much smallness to be a Vincent, but I am liking the name.” Vincent stands up carefully, wincing as his head pulses again due to the headache. “I was hearing someone else.. Who is that being?”
Popple looks off to the side. “Hey, Rookie, come introduce yourself.”
A pink, dinosaur like being emerges from behind a very tall tree, waving.
“Hello, kiddo. I’m Birdetta.” she says, in a voice that fails to be sultry like she intends. Vincent just tilts his head, deciding to nod.
Popple huffs, rolling his eyes, and he pulls out a strange, broken machine from his large bag. It’s painted red and gold, and though Vincent isn’t sure if it’s his, just looking at the machine stirs something inside his aching brain.
The open air. He’s laughing at some people. Red and green puts the fog of fury back in his heart..
“..Popple? Was there being people wearing red and green back there..?”
The thief shoots upright, still holding the machine. “Why do ya ask, Vince? They just trounced my last rookie and blew up that freaking star.”
“I had the remembering just now.. Red and green.. I fought them before, maybe? The machine is supposed to be a machine of flying, I am thinking.” Vincent goes over and picks up the machine, looking at it up close. “..I am not having full remembrance of how it works but.. I think there is a memory being there.”
“Ugh.. No wonder they freaked when they got down there!” Popple cracks his knuckles, beginning to look as angry as Vincent suddenly feels. “How about we get revenge, see? They’re probably the reason you fell and lost your memories.”
“...” Vincent still feels very uneasy, but he grins quickly even with how it makes his head hurt worse, keeping the machine close. “To be doing that, I will be needing parts.. I had the remembering of a ship of air too. Maybe if we are finding it, I can be fixing my machine for the revenge sandwich!”
Popple smirks again, snapping his fingers. “Then get to it, Rookie! Help Vince get some parts, see?”
Birdetta growls, crossing her arms. “What about our alone time, darling?”
“After you help Vince. I’m gonna look for treasure we can nab.” Popple picks his bag back up, and it is then that Vincent semi realizes he is in a strange, large forest. He shakes his aching head, and reminds himself to focus.