RPGMario Martinet
A smooth-talkin', straight-shootin' Italian gangster with a penchant for gold coins and Cuban cigars. Just a warning -- mess with his blue-eyed bombshell of a Princess and he might start punching bricks.
a character in “The Multiverse”, as played by ViceVersus
Last seen at: Gambit's Bar
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Mario Martinet's Story
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Mario Martinet swaggered into the bar.
Mario Martinet Like a champ.
Mario Martinet was pretty arrogant and certain of himself.
Mario Martinet shuffled his way up to the counter, taking a long drag on the cigar clamped between his lips. The man was short and a big pudgy, but the cut of his clothes and the smirk on his face said that clearly, he wasn't used to being told he looked that way.
"Scotch on the rocks .. " Mario ordered the bartender with just the barest twinge of an Italian accent ..
"Scotch on the rocks .. " Mario ordered the bartender with just the barest twinge of an Italian accent ..
Mario Martinet Fletcher Godeaux stared. "Oh you have got to be kidding me .. "
Mario Martinet swaggered into the bar?
Mario sat in the corner of the bar with his feet up on the table, shoes shining, eyebrows raised.
"Who'zis here, huh?"
The Italian gangster mashed out his cigar in the table, bright eyes never leaving Super Mario. "Who'zis punk? Princess, you know 'im?"
Princess waved away the smoke from her eyes. Though her pouty lips looked innocent enough, when she spoke there couldn't have been more ill-intent. "A dead man, daddy. That's who."
"Huh. I'll say." Mario grunted, falling back in his seat. Something gold flashed between the mobster's fingers -- a single gold coin, flickering back and forth in a test of agility. "Tell you what, Princess. I'll flip -- heads and he keeps his .. tails? Well, he ain't so lucky."
Princess replied by blinking baleful soul-blue eyes, and jerking at Mario's collar. "You're a real bad, bad man, you know that?"
Mario grinned, revealing at least three gold teeth, and yellowing teeth. He reached out with a pudgy fist, coin situated just below his thumb.
"You know what pisses me off, Princess?" The mobster's grin turned into a scowl. "Posers."
And he flipped.
"Who'zis here, huh?"
The Italian gangster mashed out his cigar in the table, bright eyes never leaving Super Mario. "Who'zis punk? Princess, you know 'im?"
Princess waved away the smoke from her eyes. Though her pouty lips looked innocent enough, when she spoke there couldn't have been more ill-intent. "A dead man, daddy. That's who."
"Huh. I'll say." Mario grunted, falling back in his seat. Something gold flashed between the mobster's fingers -- a single gold coin, flickering back and forth in a test of agility. "Tell you what, Princess. I'll flip -- heads and he keeps his .. tails? Well, he ain't so lucky."
Princess replied by blinking baleful soul-blue eyes, and jerking at Mario's collar. "You're a real bad, bad man, you know that?"
Mario grinned, revealing at least three gold teeth, and yellowing teeth. He reached out with a pudgy fist, coin situated just below his thumb.
"You know what pisses me off, Princess?" The mobster's grin turned into a scowl. "Posers."
And he flipped.
The coin flashed through the air, up, up, up -- finally completing its arc, and landing back onto the table with a clear, bell-like ding!
Anyone hearing the sound might have thought -- that doesn't sound like gold meeting a wooden table! -- but no one was thinking that.
Mario's slightly red-rimmed eyes watched the coin as it spun, now. It spun fast, just a slight gold blur and showed no signs of stopping.
"I'm not a patient man, am I Princess?"
" .. no, daddy .. "
The mobster's half-drunk gaze went from the coin, and then up to Super Mario.
"Am I a good man, Princess?"
Princess tilted her head to the side, tight gold ringlets falling across her face. She pooh-poohed them out of her vision -- seeing the patrons of the bar coiling themselves for a fight.
"No, daddy. You're the worst."
Thud.
Mario Martinet slammed his hand down on the counter, trapping the coin. If it had landed heads or tails, no one could tell. The mobster sure wasn't looking. He reached out with his free hand, pointed a finger at Super Mario.
"C'mere, son."
After a credible imitation of a genuine smile, Mario crooked the finger. His intentions were clear.
"Les'just have a talk, huh?"
Princess -- who often couldn't help herself in situations like these -- giggled.
Anyone hearing the sound might have thought -- that doesn't sound like gold meeting a wooden table! -- but no one was thinking that.
Mario's slightly red-rimmed eyes watched the coin as it spun, now. It spun fast, just a slight gold blur and showed no signs of stopping.
"I'm not a patient man, am I Princess?"
" .. no, daddy .. "
The mobster's half-drunk gaze went from the coin, and then up to Super Mario.
"Am I a good man, Princess?"
Princess tilted her head to the side, tight gold ringlets falling across her face. She pooh-poohed them out of her vision -- seeing the patrons of the bar coiling themselves for a fight.
"No, daddy. You're the worst."
Thud.
Mario Martinet slammed his hand down on the counter, trapping the coin. If it had landed heads or tails, no one could tell. The mobster sure wasn't looking. He reached out with his free hand, pointed a finger at Super Mario.
"C'mere, son."
After a credible imitation of a genuine smile, Mario crooked the finger. His intentions were clear.
"Les'just have a talk, huh?"
Princess -- who often couldn't help herself in situations like these -- giggled.
"No."
How such a short, monosyllabic word could sound so harsh, so cruel -- no one was quite sure. But Mario Martinet suddenly scowled, the room got a bit colder, and Princess gave a gasp and leaned away.
"Not you -- " The mobster's eyes narrowed to slits, glaring at Tigeria. "-- no, just you, son."
When Super Mario strolled over so amiably, Mario wanted to reach out and smack the kid. He would have done it, too, would have kicked him to the floor and bashed in his temple -- but even though self-restraint wasn't one of the mans' stronger suits, he managed to keep that urge in check.
"Son .. " The coin -- either heads or tails -- still lay between them, covered by Marinet's hand. "I don't appreciate being mocked."
The throaty, dangerous quality was still deep in the man's voice. Princess had drawn away from the man. Martinet reached out, curled his beefy arm around her hip, and jerked him in closer to him.
"You don't want to upset the lady, now, do you?"
Princess turned to Super Mario and her expression was odd. It was exquisite, and there was evil in it. Her face went from scared, to understanding, to wicked .. to pouty. She could turn on the tears in a moment if she could -- and it would likely get this punk killed.
"Son, are you interested to know the many ways that your life could end?"
How such a short, monosyllabic word could sound so harsh, so cruel -- no one was quite sure. But Mario Martinet suddenly scowled, the room got a bit colder, and Princess gave a gasp and leaned away.
"Not you -- " The mobster's eyes narrowed to slits, glaring at Tigeria. "-- no, just you, son."
When Super Mario strolled over so amiably, Mario wanted to reach out and smack the kid. He would have done it, too, would have kicked him to the floor and bashed in his temple -- but even though self-restraint wasn't one of the mans' stronger suits, he managed to keep that urge in check.
"Son .. " The coin -- either heads or tails -- still lay between them, covered by Marinet's hand. "I don't appreciate being mocked."
The throaty, dangerous quality was still deep in the man's voice. Princess had drawn away from the man. Martinet reached out, curled his beefy arm around her hip, and jerked him in closer to him.
"You don't want to upset the lady, now, do you?"
Princess turned to Super Mario and her expression was odd. It was exquisite, and there was evil in it. Her face went from scared, to understanding, to wicked .. to pouty. She could turn on the tears in a moment if she could -- and it would likely get this punk killed.
"Son, are you interested to know the many ways that your life could end?"
Mario lifted his hand, unexpectedly. He glanced down at the table, and gave an unconvincing smile.
"Tails, son. This just ain't your lucky day."
The mobster shoved Princess out of his way. She fell to the floor with a gasp, and knew better to scramble back against the wall. Mario staggered to his feet, and suddenly drew FLOW(ER) from his coat.
FLOW(ER), of course, standing for Flame-Loaded-Operation-Weapon, with recent upgrades for Enhanced Resistance. It was a flamethrower, in essence, and it was about as tall as Super Mario.
With no preamble -- (his temper getting shorter and shorter these days) -- the mobster lifted a foot to keep Super Mario's chair helpless, locked in place and he lifted FLOW(ER) to barbeque himself some fresh, spineless poser.
"Tails, son. This just ain't your lucky day."
The mobster shoved Princess out of his way. She fell to the floor with a gasp, and knew better to scramble back against the wall. Mario staggered to his feet, and suddenly drew FLOW(ER) from his coat.
FLOW(ER), of course, standing for Flame-Loaded-Operation-Weapon, with recent upgrades for Enhanced Resistance. It was a flamethrower, in essence, and it was about as tall as Super Mario.
With no preamble -- (his temper getting shorter and shorter these days) -- the mobster lifted a foot to keep Super Mario's chair helpless, locked in place and he lifted FLOW(ER) to barbeque himself some fresh, spineless poser.
"Princess!" The mobster cooed. He prodded the woman with the still-searing barrel of FLOW(ER), and she whimpered and scooted away. "Wha'chu cryin' for, huh? 'Chu cryin' for?"
"N-nothin' daddy." She grabbed for one of her heels, smoothed down her pink skirt and managed to get back to her feet. "'Just you's scary, is all."
"Am I a scary man, Princess?" Martinet bared yellowish teeth again, stowing FLOW(ER) God-knows-where. "Is that it? Do you think so?"
She didn't know the right answer. She stood there trembling with her hair out of place. "I -- "
Fortunately, she didn't need an answer. There was a sound outside like freight trains scraping together -- and then a heart-stopping roar. Princess shrieked and clapped her hands over her ears.
"There he is, my boy! Right on time!" Martinet reached back and swept his coin off the counter just as a twelve-foot-tall T-Rex smashed it's way in through the window.
It had green scales, dark and lidded with deep scars. The ridges on its back, the spikes were cruel and curved. It's fangs glistened and seemed to glow slightly. The creature had unusually strong-looking arms, bore a saddle, and -- curiously, though no one mentioned it -- what appeared to be hiking boots?
It was time to go.
Yoshi stepped over the rubble he had caused, tail sweeping, nearly clipping Issuka in the head. The dinosaur gave a snarl, a terrifying snarl as Mario stepped towards him and swung up into the saddle (mercifully clear of those damned spikes) dragging a not-entirely willing Princess with him.
Yoshi turned with the pair on his back, flipped the bird to the patrons of the bar (which was odd, considering he had only two dinosaurish digits) and ducked back through the hole he had created, smacking away the rest of the glass shards with his tail for good measure, as he did so.
Game over.
"N-nothin' daddy." She grabbed for one of her heels, smoothed down her pink skirt and managed to get back to her feet. "'Just you's scary, is all."
"Am I a scary man, Princess?" Martinet bared yellowish teeth again, stowing FLOW(ER) God-knows-where. "Is that it? Do you think so?"
She didn't know the right answer. She stood there trembling with her hair out of place. "I -- "
Fortunately, she didn't need an answer. There was a sound outside like freight trains scraping together -- and then a heart-stopping roar. Princess shrieked and clapped her hands over her ears.
"There he is, my boy! Right on time!" Martinet reached back and swept his coin off the counter just as a twelve-foot-tall T-Rex smashed it's way in through the window.
It had green scales, dark and lidded with deep scars. The ridges on its back, the spikes were cruel and curved. It's fangs glistened and seemed to glow slightly. The creature had unusually strong-looking arms, bore a saddle, and -- curiously, though no one mentioned it -- what appeared to be hiking boots?
It was time to go.
Yoshi stepped over the rubble he had caused, tail sweeping, nearly clipping Issuka in the head. The dinosaur gave a snarl, a terrifying snarl as Mario stepped towards him and swung up into the saddle (mercifully clear of those damned spikes) dragging a not-entirely willing Princess with him.
Yoshi turned with the pair on his back, flipped the bird to the patrons of the bar (which was odd, considering he had only two dinosaurish digits) and ducked back through the hole he had created, smacking away the rest of the glass shards with his tail for good measure, as he did so.
Game over.
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