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Admiral's Log. Entry 1 - Route 29 [Video]

[The video feed from another new source pops on to an old man - nautically-dressed with a ragged white admiral's cap, dark-complexioned, with one glaring yellow eye and a rather magnificent white moustache.]

Ah - there we are, now! Then - harrumph! [A cough into his fist.]

Greetings! [His tone is, indeed, greeting. But his poker face is holding fast.]

It seems I'm far from the only one who's been carried off by a rogue wind of fate, eh? Bobbery is my name, old sailor and navigator - no less than proudly, saltiest of sea bombs. And no stranger to a measure of unexpected adventure, although it's intriguing indeed that I'm finding no shortage of it in my old age. I daresay it's as if the Stars are bent on my making up for lost years.

Now, enough of that!

I wish to ask if anyone might be able to tell me a bit more about our location. The country is called Johto, I believe? What of the continent? Its placement on the globe? Climate? Anything that may help me orient myself would be welcome. In any case, I'll not expect to hear that I'm anywhere near the Mushroom Kingdom. I'll say this is the first I've seen quite so many humans in one place.

[One full second of nothing. Then Bobbery's eye leaves the screen to somewhere off the bottom and his mouth slants - just a tad.]

On the subject of humans, are there many here who would claim to have been something other than that before their whisking off to this place?

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Oh, it's an entirely different world from the one you're thinking of, probably. I'm from another universe entirely. And I'm normally a troll!

This is Aradia Megido, by the way.

Hrm? Another world, you say. I must admit that I find myself rather unsurprised.

In any case, a pleasure, Miss Aradia. I can't say that to my memory I've ever before knowingly encountered another, er, troll in my travels. [But then, the girl did say she 's most likely from another universe.] Whatever trick was used to bring us here changed us to fit in among the local population. did it?

Yes! Almost everyone you'll speak to here is from another world - save the natives, of course. No one is certain how we came to be here, and we're equally uncertain how to leave. But you're quite right about the trick - anyone who wasn't human before seems to be human once they arrive here, for whatever reason.

What were you before this, Bobbery?

[ wait hold on something's flickering... ]

...Did you say the "Mushroom Kingdom"?

[If that had just been asked as in "That's what your home land is called, right?" ...He probably wouldn't be hearing gears turning in her head.] I did, yes. In my natural shape, I'm a Bob-Omb, in fact, although I imagine you're unlikely to know of us.

[Then, racking his mind for why the name would mean anything to a girl from an entirely different universe.] You wouldn't have happened to have heard of it from one of our fellow displaced adventurers, would you?

No, I've never heard of a Bob-Omb...but I've heard of Koopas. And the Mushroom Kingdom. That's the place Bowser is from, right?

[ Although if he's your fellow adventurer Aradia might have to go from friendly to warily friendly. ...Not a huge change, basically. ]

[!

He... dislikes all of the logical conclusions that name-drop leads to.]

It certainly is.

If you'd care to tell me, what do you know of Bowser?

[Is the slight narrowing of his eye and tightening of his tone helping to trickle a little water on her suspicion?]

[ Well, that certainly doesn't sound like a response a minion would give. ]

He arrived around the same time as me, but we've only spoken a few times. Aside from poisoning cookies around Christmas and stealing pokemon, I don't think he's done much.

[ ...that stuff still counts as doing something, Aradia. ]

[Not on the level of abducting princesses, but still something, yes. And that does sound suitably Bowser-ish, from Bobbery's distant familiarity with him.]

Hmmm.

Well, I suppose he would be short by a Koopa Troop, eh? [It's difficult to say whether it occurs to him she may or may not exactly catch that.

But on that thought... he glances down at the baby seal napping on the ground by his ankle.] Er... how long have you been here, if you can say?

Oh, a little over two months. But I have friends who have been here about two years or more.

[Huh. Bowser doesn't know this guy at all, and under normal circumstances he'd probably just leave it at that, but this guy's mentioned several key words that catch his ear, like bomb, Mushroom Kingdom, Stars...]

Hey, wait a sec! Are you telling me you're a Bob-omb?

Indeed, I am. Am I to take it that you --

[Now hang on just a blahsted second. Something's lining up in Bobbery's brain, the wild red hair, the prominent teeth, that growling voice...

Speak of the ghost.]

...Hmph!

Bowser! I wouldn't expect that I would stand out in your memory.

As a matter of fact, I was the Bob-Omb in Mario's company in the Palace of Shadows - if you recall.

[For goodness' sake, what are the chances and by what muddled otherworldly intelligence would he and Bowser His Incorrigible Lowness himself, of all people, be whisked off to the same completely alternate world?]

Edited (I apologize - being fickle!) 2013-01-08 06:10 (UTC)

Palace of Shadows? Sheesh, what kinda lame name is that? Don't tell me some other lame villain's been cramping my style when I wasn't looking.

[Hrmph. And after he went to all the trouble of stealing the Star Rod.]

And I didn't think a Bob-Omb would high tail it over to Mario's side unless they were one of those pink, pansy Bob-Omb Buddies!

[Well, okay. He doesn't know about Bombette siding with him yet.]

[You mean the kind of villain who calls themselves a villain, Bowser? Do you?]

Harrumph! I deeply regret to call myself kindred to the Bob-Omb who wouldn't lend their ammunition for no less than the fate of the world.

I'm referring to the events inside the Thousand-Year Door.

Grah! Of course you'd be one of those soft, peace loving types. And just when I thought I might have a minion on-hand.

[Way to dash his hopes, Bobbery. Gosh.]

And I've never even heard of this Thousand-Year Door. Is there even anything special about it besides being old?

[That is an appalling suggestion and you should feel appalled.

And that's not even getting into you cannot be blewdy serious.]

What?!

Blubbering Bloopers, the door below Rogueport, sealed for a thousand years and unlocked by the Crystal Stars! You pursued our lot inside, intending to be the first to reach its so-called "treasure"!

Edited 2013-01-09 07:32 (UTC)

Treasure? And none of my minions told me about it?!

[Wow, they aren't even on the same page.]

But I have had my hands full between snatching the Star Rod and scattering the Star Spirits. But Crystal Stars... those sound like they'd up the ante on my whole world conquering scheme! The next time I see Kammy Koopa, she's gonna have some explaining to do.

What are you saying, man?!?

[Bobbery might have gotten what's going on straight away if he hadn't started spending most of his time locking himself up in his house by the time the stealing-Peach's-whole-castle-thing had started.

But something is coming together. Bobbery can't imagine just what astronomical-grade buffoon who'd been there would be able to completely forget what happened within the area on the magical map, and Bowser is definitely sounding like he wouldn't have forgotten about the Crystal Stars or looking for the palace's treasure. He sounded pretty sure of what his last scheme actually was. They were hauled in by some magic or whatnot that had already been able to reach in and pull people from different worlds and change people's shapes. Then some kind of inverse time-travel nonsense... may not be out of the question.

Have the "!" and "Ding!"-sound effect's expression. For just a second before he goes back to glaring.]

...Hmph. I can tell you for a fact that you'll never lay your hands on a one of the Crystal Stars, miscreant. Though I don't suppose that'll stop you from seeking them out when we return to our proper time and place, hm?

You bet I'm gonna try! And I'll succeed, too, now that I know about 'em in advance.

[Alas, someone seems blissfully unaware of the whole... forgetting bit when people leave. That, or he's just too stubborn to care. And in spite of Bobbery's glaring, Bowser continues to grin like the moron that he is.]

[Good luck trying to figure out where in the world the magical map came from.]

Fair enough! We'll see about that when the time comes, shall we?

At any rate, it seems that indeed you and I haven't met, from your perspective. Rest assured, sir, I am not, nor have I ever been, one of YOUR troop.

Hey, that's your loss! My troop's got the roughest, toughest, most explosive Bob-ombs in the entire Mushroom Kingdom!

Bet you're just dying with envy and you're too afraid to show it.

[...Except Bowser's totally wrong and he's merely overestimating his minions' awesomeness. Especially when they lack a stache as manly as Bobbery's.]

I'm afraid I can't help you very much about Johto, except that it is on a different world from England and probably from the Mushroom Kingdom too. And the climate has been very cold so far.

But I was a dragon before I came here, and everyone has told me that being changed into a human is normal.

[He takes a few moments to look a bit put out about this before continuing, very curious.]

I haven't heard of any sailors in my world that were not human, though! Were you in the Mushroom Kingdom's Navy?

[Bobbery can't help slightly raising an eyebrow - the one that has an eye to go with it. There's an intriguing one! He certainly hasn't heard of a downright friendly dragon before. But then the only two he's gotten to meet wanted the blood of the guy he was accompanying for killing their sister.

His question takes him back quite a ways, though - he's probably had people calling him by his rank out of naval career for a longer time than the title had been especially relevant.]

Hm?

At one time I was, from which the title of Admiral has done remarkably well at following me. [This said with, again, little change in expression, and no sound of his own figurative horn tooting in the background.] Humans are distinctly a rarity in general, where I come from.

You speak as if you've an amount of familiarity with the humans of yours, though, old bean. [Could he be from a world with civilized dragons? He's getting increasingly curious about what kinds of universes these others call home.]

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[Even without the figurative horn tooting, Temeraire looks impressed about Bobbery's title. He's still got a pretty good impression of the Navy at the point he's from.]

Humans aren't at all rare in my world. I am in England's Aerial Corps, and all my captain and crew are humans. There are dragons without humans, but I understand that they have their own places to live, where they will not frighten people.

Although my name is Temeraire, not old bean. [He doesn't sound at all offended.]

[Bobbery is impressed right back - as much with his speaking with a not only civilized and verycivil indeed but military dragon as the novel image of the world he must hail from, filled with humans and dragons.]

Is that so?

[A faint but friendly grin now.]

And Temeraire, then. No less than an honor.

I do suppose a dragon would be better suited for the Air Corps than manning a human-made ship, eh?

[Temeraire smiles broadly.]

It is an honor to meet you also, Bobbery.

And yes, dragons are much too big for most ships except for transports. But I was hatched aboard one, after my captain won my egg in a battle.

[He sounds very proud of this particular fact. But then he's also very, very curious himself; what sort of world doesn't have many humans, but does have a navy?] Ah, before you said you were a...sea bomb? What sort of thing is that?

[Surely not an actual bomb, those aren't alive and Temeraire imagines that one that was alive would not be nearly so nice to talk to.]

Pardon - I'd used the expression before I'd had reason to suspect that the greater number of us hail from lands entirely bereft of my kind, wot?

I'm a Bob-Omb. Although I suppose I wasn't terribly misleading with the earlier phrase, as we are, to put it rather simply, a species of living bombs.

I don't expect that you'd know of, say... Goombas, Toads, or Koopas, either?

Oh.

[Despite his almost calm tone of voice, Temeraire's eyes have widened. Clearly he is going to have to rethink his assumptions about bombs.]

No, I have not heard of Goombas or Koopas, but toads are like small frogs, are they not?

Wherever the Mushroom Kingdom is, it sounds like a very interesting place.

...So you use to be a bomb, right?

Don't think Mushroom Kingdom is anywhere nearby, though. Only know of Kanto and Johto.

Yes, I've taken as much.

I'm a Bob-Omb. I don't suppose you've encountered us in your world.

Haven't, no. So, you're a livin', breathin' bomb? ...Safely, I hope.

Hm. In brief.

I wouldn't call what I am naturally capable of "safe", entirely. We are built to withstand our own explosions, although needless to say they're taxing at a point. ["Built" being figurative, good man.]

I'd imagine so. Explodin' must be exhaustin'.

So if you ain't naturally safe, did that mean you could blow up at any moment? Sorry, never talked to a bomb before.

Our fuses light and extinguish at will.

And I assure you that I'm not bothered by your line of questioning in the remotest, my good man. I have yet to hear from a soul who can confirm that we even exist outside of the world I come from.

Well, I'm glad to hear that, but I guess it doesn't matter here. Cause you can't even do it. Everyone's turned into a human so that's one worry outta the way.

Worry? Hmph. Hardly, unless one assumes it takes a world of self-restraint not to go off willy-nilly!

On the contrary, one with an explosive temper at their call comes to find themselves with little to fear.

Still, I should expect the majority of the creatures of the wood just beyond this rather tranquil little village to be trifling enough threats for my new, er - pup of a companion and I to manage for the time regardless, hm?

Edited 2013-01-16 06:52 (UTC)

Well, you see a lotta people with little self-restraint. It doesn't hurt to ask... or be concerned.

Yup. You'll be fine if you want a challenge. I don't really know, tho', somehow I made it through without much of a scratch. Not really a fighter myself.

[A man who was formerly a living bomb... How interesting.]

I'm afraid I have not heard of the Mushroom Kingdom, but I can relate to not being a human being prior to arriving here in the Johto Region. I used to be an immortal.

Chase Young. A pleasure, Bobbery.

[Huh. An immortal anything would be intriguing, but as for this... how intriguingly vague.]

The pleasure is mine, Mr. Young.

What sort of an "immortal", if I might pry?

Edited 2013-01-09 06:30 (UTC)

[Give him a moment to contemplate how to answer this without giving too much away.]

One who is powerful sorcerer and a master of most varieties of martial arts. It is odd to age again after remaining ageless for so long.

Now, you mentioned something about being a 'sea bomb' before arriving?

[A sorcerer, he says. That can suggest a mix of things, but an answer is an answer.]

So I did. I'm a Bob-Omb. I doubt you've come across one of us before, so suffice to say that my sort are living bombs.

You are correct, I believe I haven't even heard of a Bob-Omb before. Perhaps you could tell me more?

I suppose I could. What details interest you?

You say you were a living bomb, does that mean that you could explode before, and what would that do to you if you could?

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