Sir Skrubbins
The Dude
The person- well, people- that the brothers had alerted looked reasonably trustworthy. Perhaps they were dressed a little strangely, but considering the outfit which the brothers themselves wear on a daily basis, they didn't really have a platform to judge other people's wardrobes on. Mario and Luigi exchanged a glance between each other as the group of three exchanged theirs. Luigi was clearly shaken, and sweat seemed to be forming on his forehead. His eyes were tired, and he seemed exceedingly tense. You couldn't blame him- anyone would be just as terrified and just as confused if they were in a similar situation. Mario certainly felt similarly, but he tried not to let it seep through- he couldn't look like that in front of his brother. If Luigi saw his brother scared, then how would he feel? Besides, he was more determined to find out what exactly had happened, and why they were here.
"You mean the Amity Coliseum?" The man clad in grey finally answered. "It's easy, just find one of them Bullheads at the academy and you'll be there in a cinch."
"C-Coliseum? Ohhh..." Luigi mumbled, raising his fingers close to his mouth as if to bite his fingernails- despite the fact he was wearing gloves. Luigi couldn't help but worry that inside the building were gruesome scenes of Roman-era gladiatorial fights or barbaric lion pits. Even Luigi realised these thoughts were ridiculous, but he couldn't leave his apprehensions. Coliseums mean fights, don't they?
"We're currently heading there right now." The woman with golden eyes interjected. "You two could join us if you wish."
"Ah! We could? Thank you so much! That'd be a big help!" Mario replied with a slight energetic hop, fist raised in the air. "Luigi, ready?" He continued, turning to his brother.
"W-Wah!" Luigi cried, slightly startled from being pulled out of his own thoughts and back into reality. He quickly nodded, and raised a contented smile. "You got it, bro!"
"Okey dokey!" Mario replied, turning back to the group of three. "Let's-a go!"
"You mean the Amity Coliseum?" The man clad in grey finally answered. "It's easy, just find one of them Bullheads at the academy and you'll be there in a cinch."
"C-Coliseum? Ohhh..." Luigi mumbled, raising his fingers close to his mouth as if to bite his fingernails- despite the fact he was wearing gloves. Luigi couldn't help but worry that inside the building were gruesome scenes of Roman-era gladiatorial fights or barbaric lion pits. Even Luigi realised these thoughts were ridiculous, but he couldn't leave his apprehensions. Coliseums mean fights, don't they?
"We're currently heading there right now." The woman with golden eyes interjected. "You two could join us if you wish."
"Ah! We could? Thank you so much! That'd be a big help!" Mario replied with a slight energetic hop, fist raised in the air. "Luigi, ready?" He continued, turning to his brother.
"W-Wah!" Luigi cried, slightly startled from being pulled out of his own thoughts and back into reality. He quickly nodded, and raised a contented smile. "You got it, bro!"
"Okey dokey!" Mario replied, turning back to the group of three. "Let's-a go!"