Postby Soliarm » Mon Jul 13, 2015 4:30 pm
((Terribly sorry for the lack of replies on my part! Sort of got swept away with the story and didn't know how to participate, but I'll do my best to keep up now!))
Thinking himself safe on the back lines of the battle and focusing his efforts on fire control, Pleonexus was caught completely defenseless against the chaotic firestorm that erupted from Triclyde. He barely had time to react before the fireballs were upon him, exploding violently around him due to the haphazard lack of aim. One of the fireballs, however, caught him square in the chest while his attention was diverted. The Dry Bones was sent hurtling into the house behind him, crashing through the weakened walls of the damaged building. Sloppy... he thought to himself as unconsciousness gripped him, trapped in the rubble of the collapsed Toad hut.
By the time he came to, the battle had already ended. He looked around to the best of his ability; currently Pleo's head appeared to have rolled off of his body. He willed his torso to move from his severed position, watching his body shove a piece of rubble off of itself and wobbily rise, wandering over to gather up his skull. Pleo jammed his head back on top of his spinal column, twisting it a few times to make sure that it was well situated and making to find his way out of the destroyed building. The rest of the crew the Bros. had gathered were standing in a messy group nearby. Judging by the lack of fire and enemies they had won, but no one looked like they were celebrating. In fact, Muyoko was yelling angrily at the towering wrestler Clastic. Pleo wasn't entirely sure what was going on, having missed the latter half of the fight against Wart and his minions, but the outburst was surprising from the normally friendly girl. No one appeared to be dead (or deader, in his case) and they had won, so what was with the sombre atmosphere? Approaching the group from the ruined house, Pleo did manage to glimpse Luigi on his knees, trembling from within the crowd. Ah thought the Dry Bones, here's where things have gone wrong.
Still unsure of the exact situation, if something had happened Pleo wasn't familiar enough with any of these people to offer condolences or aid in grieving. Making himself comfortable within earshot, he set about the task of repairing the cracks in his bones from his incident with that house wall.