The brotherly moments are what I’m looking forward to the most for the sequel. I’m hoping we can potentially get a scene that will top the reunion scene. Are there certain kinds of brotherly love moments you’d like to see in the sequel?
Big same.
What I'm most looking forward to is all the little subtle shows of affection: headlocks, side hugs, cap tugs, belly pokes, shoulder nudges, jabs, jostles... all the bits of body language that made their relationship feel so close and real in the first movie.
And of course, the return of that silly little secret handshake.
Another thing I want to see is more of Mario's protectiveness.
I know some are hoping that he gets a little overprotective after being separated from his bro in the first movie, but if we don't get that I want to at least see Mario's pre-adventure protectiveness.
Or the kind of protectiveness he exhibited in the Super Mario Adventures comics, where even though he's focused on the fight he always keeps an eye on his brother, and the moment Luigi calls out for help he immediately becomes first priority.
On the flip side, I want to see more of Luigi being the emotional support/voice of reason. He may be a ball of nerves in moments of peril, but he's proven to be very levelheaded overall.
Since I picture the arc of the sequel being Mario slowly coming to embrace the role of a true hero– with all the responsibilities that come with it– it'd be nice if he had a low moment of feeling like a failure that Luigi talks him out of.
Now, if they're going to try and top the reunion scene in the first movie, there is one surefire way to do that: slow down.
As good as that hug was, there was so much going on that it was hard to feel the full impact on the first watch.
Quiet things down for a moment... pump the breaks... focus in on the facial expressions... let us really feel the hug. Throw in another forehead touch while you're at it.
But you know what I'm really really excited to see?
Sword and shield fight dynamic.
I desperately want to see them fighting side-by-side without the superstar! Give me Mario spearheading the charge while Luigi watches his blindside! Mario throwing himself mindlessly into a dangerous stunt so long as Luigi is there to catch him, Mario fighting in close combat while Luigi draws the target's attention with long-range attacks, both of them falling into perfect synch when they need to deliver an extra-powerful blow.
I am so aggressively obsessed with the idea of their character traits being fully exhibited and explored through the way they approach a fight, you have no idea.
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A situation for your consideration: after Prentiss and the worms die, Martin still isn’t comfortable going back to his flat. Elias, however, isn’t going to just let an employee (who isn’t Jon) keep living in the institute. So Jon, fully exhausted and traumatized, accidentally offers to let Martin stay with him while he finds a new place.
So Jon is desperately digging into his coworkers’ lives, stalking them, digging through their trash, the whole shebang. And Martin’s in the kitchen watching him mutter “Supplemental” and stare at pictures of Tim’s house or talk about following Sasha to Madame Tussaud’s or even laugh about Elias’ history as a “pothead”. He’s complained at work with Tim, done the intervention, and then finally one day when Jon is getting all up in his head about one red herring or another, Martin just.
“That doesn’t even make sense, you know.”
Jon, who had completely forgotten he had a flat mate for the time being, desperately tries to hide his recorder and notes. “Sorry, no, what?”
“Tim suddenly leaving a good job and getting into paranormal research doesn’t make him suspicious. It means he probably had an encounter. Like almost anyone at the institute who wasn’t just desperate for any job. It’s not suspicion.”
Jon stares blankly. Martin shrugs and goes back to fixing up tea for them both. “Coming up with crackpot, paranoid theories for how all of are out to get you is all well and good, but context is important too. Tim and Sasha were your friends in research, right? What would they gain by killing Gertrude? You knew them at that time, right?”
“Uh.” Jon, still shocked, starting to lean towards defensive, “W-well. Sasha would have made an excellent Head Archivist. She easily could have been given the promotion. Which…which could lead to my death in turn. Al-although I can’t rule out outside influences, of course.”
Martin shrugs. “Of course.”
“And Tim… well. He’s trickier to nail down. Whatever sent him here… it could be anything. And- and he was missing in the tunnels for a good long while. He might have moved Gertrude’s body to a more easily findable location.”
Martin considers that, bringing out a mug to Jon. “…plausible, both. But, you know them. Sasha is dedicated and absolutely willing to go to far lengths to get what she wants, but I’ve never seen her actually hurt someone.”
“She killed Timothy Hodge.”
“The- the worm man?! Yeah, you would have too. That’s not the same thing and you know it.”
Jon purses his lips and takes the tea. “…okay, maybe, but. Still. But Tim still has a lot of unanswered questions.”
“So you ask him. /Politely/. Or, actually, don’t. Not now. That ship has sailed for you. He’s pretty angry with you. But. He’s your friend, Jon. We’re your friends.” He sighs. “Look, you’re scared. We all are. But I’m not about to let you take it out on us anymore. So. You are not allowed to keep your weird paranoid theories just to yourself and your recorder anymore.”
“My- my what? I don’t-“
“I’m home a lot more than you think I am, Jon.”
Silence for a moment, a defensive tension, then a slump. “That’s…that says something about how little prepared I am, I think.”
“Yeah, probably. But I want you to bring them to me. We’ll talk them through together, and you can have someone to pull you back from the edge when you’re going too far.” Martin sips his tea. “I mean, I already told you my big secret, and I’m living in your flat, so you’re keeping a constant eye on me anyway.”
“That’s…that’s true. And, I suppose, an extra investigative force wouldn’t go amiss…”
“Probably not.”
Jon sighed, examined his tea skeptically, then sipped it. “Fine, yes, alright. I’ll keep you in the loop, if I must.”
“Good. And I’ll try to calm the others down, so long as you play nice. I’m not having you lose your friends, Jon. We’re all in a rough place. But we can still get better.”
“Hm.” Jon took another sip, less tentative this time. “It would be nice to cross people off the list. I don’t like watching over my shoulder all the time.”
“And you’re not that great at it, honestly,” Martin joked. Jon smiled weakly. “It’ll be okay, Jon. We’ll figure it out, get things back on track. You and me, yeah?”
Jon was quiet for a moment, then hesitantly nodded. “…Yes. Yes, I hope so.”
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