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He makes no move to stop her as she reaches for him, at least at first. But when it becomes clear what she intended on doing, for a moment he can’t help but be a little apprehensive, setting his gloved hands gently upon hers for a moment as if to ask her ‘don’t’.

The mask was his persona; it was the barrier which separated himself from his actions. It always had been. During the war, he was anonymous; just another soldier, albeit one with abilities and a vendetta that spoke for themselves. But here, the mask’s taken on new meaning. With the mask on, he was Nightmare’s so-called possession… His prize. To those that did not know him well; to those that had never seen his face, or that had never known his heart; appearances were precisely as they seemed. From the outside he was a traitor; entirely self-centered and self-serving, with no thoughts as to the wishes or wellbeing of others. It was easy to play into the mystery afforded by the cool facade of the mask, really play into his role and pretend that he had surrendered.

But beneath the mask… it was him, as he always had been, a young man that had seen far too much suffering and hardship in his time. Someone who’d been forced to make tough decisions all his life; decisions that no one should ever have to make. The decision to set aside his own emotional pain in order to seem strong for his mother and grandparents when he’d had to become man of the house after his father had been killed at war. The decision to set aside his childhood in favor of training from a very young age. The decision to voluntarily sign up for the war effort rather than be recruited when he came of age. Leaving home to go off to boot camp, leaving his mother and grandparents to fend for themselves…

Wartime choices. Wartime sacrifices.

Everything he’d done… every step he’d ever taken his entire ( meaningful ) life had been in an effort to weaken and eventually destroy Nightmare. The choice to ‘surrender’ to him, included. For, working from the inside he could only hope that he might be afforded resources and intelligence that would make the path to his permanent destruction clear. But… Garlude couldn’t know that. And it’s not like he could very well tell her that. He couldn’t make her see the truth, without risking Nightmare coming across this memory in the future.

The surface said that he and Garlude were now on opposite sides of the War. But without the mask… the truth would be clear. If she saw his face… would she know why he had made this choice?

He lifted his hands from off hers and shortly reached behind himself, unbuckling the mask’s clasp and allowing her to lift it off.

His touch catches her off guard for only a moment, but her grasp stays firm. In spite of herself, the mask nearly slips from her fingers as the clasp releases and he lets her through. She’s not sure what she’s expecting to see beneath the mask, but she steels herself for whatever Nightmare would find the most perversely funny-

The first thing Garlude noticed were his eyes.

Golden.

Not blood red, like Yamikage’s had been.

Golden, the color of neutrality. Benignity. She’d remembered that look whenever she’d cracked a joke that didn’t land, when he was lost in thought, or whenever he was taking silent vigil watching the camp.

(And remembering had made everything so much worse, no matter how much Nightmare declared that he “fixed” her.)

His face was equally neutral, equally reminiscent, equally… Castor. Her gaze shifts to the mask in her hands. She runs her gloved paw over the ridges, the scars, the dents. Each one she could recall him getting in screaming color. Even magic couldn’t fake this; no matter how she wished that this were another sick joke that Nightmare had come up with.

Meta Knight was standing in front of her. Not a clone, not a drone, not anything else but the real article.

“It’s you, isn’t it?”

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prompt 1254

It’s funny how the city reflects your mood, or maybe it’s the reverse. 

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APOLOGY IDEAS

Here are some dialogue prompts that all start with the words “I’m sorry.” Feel free to use any of them and get creative with the context!

“I’m sorry for bothering you.”

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to.”

“I’m sorry if this sounds weird.”

“I’m sorry for not telling you.”

“I’m sorry, I didn’t know.”

“I’m sorry, what were we talking about?”

“I’m sorry I upset you.”

“I’m sorry, I can’t help it.”

“I’m sorry, but I can’t go.”

“I’m sorry to disappoint you.”

“I’m sorry, can you repeat that?”

“I’m sorry I messed up.”

“I’m sorry, it will never happen again.”

“I’m sorry you got hurt.”

“I’m sorry, I’m new at this.”

“I’m sorry, how can I make it up to you?”

“I’m sorry, do I know you?”

“I’m sorry for asking.”

“I’m sorry if my apology isn’t good enough.”

“I’m sorry, but I’m not sorry.”

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Garlude walks forward and kneels down to the puffball’s eye level and continues to stare. She blinks and tilts her head to the side, like a confused animal. Her hands touch the sides of his mask, tracing over the edges until she’s able to hook her fingers beneath the sides.

She begins to pull down.

@echoedmirrors​ said: [nearly midnight, honolulu] Garlude stares openly at the spherical swordsman before her. Is she disgusted? Is she angry? Frankly, there’s a mixture of both knocking around in her head. For now she’ll settle for unsettling the traitor.

A cute effort, to be sure. Under different circumstances, perhaps Meta Knight might even be a little amused. But there’s no humor in that look she’s giving him, and there’s none in the cool yellow stare he affords her right back. He had known from the moment he accepted Nightmare’s offer that a confrontation like this would be inevitable, and the knowledge that he wouldn’t be able to safely cue her into the plan without forfeiting her life, Jecra’s life, and that of his parents and other fallen comrades he’d resurrected as part of the deal keeps him at a comfortable league of emotional distance.

He had a part to play. The cooler and ‘more evil and self-centered’ he seemed, the less likely Garlude and the others would suspect him of playing both sides of the field.

“I do not expect you to understand the reasons for my choice, but know that they were not selfish,” he said softly, fully expecting to be either verbally or physically attacked. He would draw his sword if he had to defend himself, but he had no intentions of hurting her. That would kind of undo all the hard work of bringing her back, wouldn’t it?

Behind him, an N.M.E. commissioned craft shuddered and steamed in the young morning dew. He’d asked permission to visit Garlude, and had been given clearance. He wasn’t sure what good a conversation would do to stay her hand, but… he had to try. For all he knew, this is perhaps the last they’d see of one another on neutral terms. In fact, that was probably for the best.

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“I know, right? It’s gorgeous! Makes you wanna curl up under an oak tree for a spell, doesn’t it?” 

“The heat inspires me. For a spring day, it is very warm. Puffy clouds, brilliant sunshine. What could be better?”

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Oh.

Oh, fuck him with a toadstool.

Dark Mind bellows at the shrimpy little salesman and fires a blast of stardust at the workers. The snake guards ducked and covered out of the way, and Dark Mind swore he could hear one mumble “not this again”.

“WHAT’S THAT SUPPOSED TO MEAN, HUH?” Dark Mind screeches. “I’LL RIP YOUR STUBBY LITTLE LEGS OFF AND BEAT YOU TO DEATH WITH ‘EM!”

Dark Mind’s claws don’t even make it to Customer Service’s coattails before his hand snaps backwards. Howling in pain, he grabs it with his other paw and looks down at the rapidly mutating lump of bone his hand was becoming…

No, not bone. Crystal.

There were crystal spires growing from his hands and emerging from his body. The eye in his chest glazes over as a thin layer of metal begins to cover it. Attempting to speak was becoming even more difficult as his mouth fused shut and his face began to morph into something resembling a knight’s helm. He couldn’t see the look on Customer Services’ face, but he could feel the smug aura emanating off him.

In a matter of seconds, he knew he was going to be completely unrecognizable, locked away in cold storage, damned to the whims of the consumer as eNeMeE laughed atop a pile of cash.

On the bright side, he’d be safe from her.

“Get this sad little monster to a cage and stat, boys. If anyone comes calling, you know what to do.”

The guards were all much too busy trying to hold Dark Mind down and restrain those horrible claws and what not. Using magical ropes, chains, it was like trying to keep a wild animal still what with all that thrashing and angry yelling. Not like anything CS wasn’t used to, this one was just bigger than normal.

Should anyone come knocking down doors to find Dark Mind, naturally they’d slap him on an operating table and try to get all that juice out, but for now.. He was going to be just another tally to the ‘stupid idiots who think Waddle Dees are edible’ score.

“And take those gems to the CEO’s money pool.” CS gestured to the payment Dark Mind had provided. “You know how he gets about those ‘waters’ being nice and shiny.”

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“It’s a lovely day today, yes yes! The breeze is so nice, I think I’ll just sit and read by the forest!”

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“Well, I can’t say I told you so, because I never thought someone would do something so.. Perplexing. As eating one of our waddling assistants. But yes, sir, it’s very bad.”

CS wasted no time moving far, far away from Dark Mind, as he snapped his fingers at guards and security cameras alike to focus on the stupid floating orb who decided a snack was the best course of action.

“If it’s any consultation, though, sir, I’m sure whatever you turn into will be will be worth all the pain, if you’re into monsters. I’m going to have to take a business call, I’m going to be leaving you to my associates for them to help you through your new situation.”

“And I’m sure some of our staff will have plenty of fun auctioning you off to the highest bidder in the near future after you’re done.”

Oh.

Oh, fuck him with a toadstool.

Dark Mind bellows at the shrimpy little salesman and fires a blast of stardust at the workers. The snake guards ducked and covered out of the way, and Dark Mind swore he could hear one mumble “not this again”.

“WHAT’S THAT SUPPOSED TO MEAN, HUH?” Dark Mind screeches. “I’LL RIP YOUR STUBBY LITTLE LEGS OFF AND BEAT YOU TO DEATH WITH ‘EM!”

Dark Mind’s claws don’t even make it to Customer Service’s coattails before his hand snaps backwards. Howling in pain, he grabs it with his other paw and looks down at the rapidly mutating lump of bone his hand was becoming…

No, not bone. Crystal.

There were crystal spires growing from his hands and emerging from his body. The eye in his chest glazes over as a thin layer of metal begins to cover it. Attempting to speak was becoming even more difficult as his mouth fused shut and his face began to morph into something resembling a knight’s helm. He couldn’t see the look on Customer Service’s face, but he could feel the smug aura emanating off him.

In a matter of seconds, he knew he was going to be completely unrecognizable, locked away in cold storage, damned to the whims of the consumer as eNeMeE laughed atop a pile of cash.

On the bright side, he’d be safe from her.

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nightmaresindreamland:

…

Stars, what a revolting and terrifyingly stupid individual. CS wants to leave even more now, and considering what just happened..

“Sir, that Waddle Dee helper you just ate was made out of pure fear magic.”

“Yeah, and what’s your fuckin’ point. I haven’t had anything to eat in the past couple months.” Dark Mind folds his arms and huffs. “If you were so attached to the little guy, maybe you should’ve asked your boss to make you a couple more.”

The gears start to turn. Slowly, and then all at once.

“Ooooh. That’s bad, isn’t it?”

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nightmaresindreamland:

“Hmm. I’ll just call an assistant over to help you.”

CS waved off the gems. He got paid more by the second than just a few piddly jewels. Why should he value this at all when some poorer man could, instead? Not to say that he was generous, he was just so egregiously rich that doing something else was better than doing this, and it made no difference as to which he decided to do.

“Ah, there they are.” He remarked.

A Waddle Dee.. Come to help Dark Mind browse, huh..

“Oh, cool. Hors d'oeuvres.” Dark Mind picks up the Waddle Dee and pops it into his mouth like a donut hole.

“Anyways, where’s that helper?”