talontrot: (you mean i don't get a sequel?)
[Action | Early in the day]

[It was cloudy and overcast when Kazooie was dropped on her face in the dirt the day before. The weather had mirrored her mood, a cruel reminder of the darkness cloaking her the week before, right before the explosion of light, sound and pain had robbed everything from her senses.

She couldn't bring herself to go home. Instead, she wandered through the forest, avoiding everybody, hunkering down in the brush. Some stubborn, angry part of her didn't want to see anybody - didn't want to be reminded of that failure, that irreconcilable fact that she had failed utterly and entirely. She didn't want to go back and see the look in the eyes of her friends...

... Because the signs of her ruination were physical.

But she can't stay away forever. And this is why she walks home today, taking the quickest path to House 45 that she can from the pocket of forest she's been nesting in. She tries not to be seen - but who knows how successful that will be? She is still bright and colourful as ever, after all.

Anybody who gets close enough to her will be able to see the scars of her defeat - her wings have been mercilessly clipped, pinioned to the point she can't use them properly.

That's why, whenever she gets to the door of the house, she's forced to peck it, thudding her beak against it until she gets a response.

And then she waits for the inevitable.]


[Accidental Voice]

[Whenever she can, Kazooie will try to get away from the others long enough to get to her journal. She needs to be sure of what day it is - just to convince herself that what happened did in fact happen.

She has to struggle to get it open, wedging her toe and beak under it and then using her shortened wings to push the pages apart. In the process, she hits the recording button.

Sure enough, it's the fifteenth. A week and a few days. That's longer than she's ever been dead before...

The journal catches her sigh of resignation and the subsequent spoken words.]


... This is crud. How the heck am I gonna do anything now? This never happened when I died at home...!

I can't even Fly - whoever heard of a dumb bird who couldn't fly...?!

[Her voice almost breaks there, from anguish she wouldn't normally admit.]

Stupid Malnosso-guys. Stupid, stupid...!

[Stupid her.

... She doesn't notice the journal's on, and sounds like she could use some comforting. Any volunteers?]
talontrot: PM me if you want this to come down or know who made it! (ugh do i really need to put up with this)
[Kazooie does not like sappy things. She does not like mushy, gushy, dumb things like Valentine's Day. They are stupid and the only good part about them is the candy.

Why, then, is she having persistent thoughts of feeling... well... lonely?


blah blah introspection )

... Anyway. There's only one way to fix this problem. And so Kazooie turns to the journals, as she usually does when she needs to complain.]

Hey, I'm offering all you awesome guys out there a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity - getting to live with a real hero like me.

See, I'm looking to move out of my apartment, and I need someone cool as a roommate! Like somebody who knows the real value of having a window you can Glide out of. Or a fellow hero who appreciates kicking butt and going on adventures!

[After a moment, she shifts gears, her tone noticeably changing.]

And what's with all this Valentine's day junk anyway? You people should just shut up and keep your stupid kissy flappy lip-things to yourself! It's gross seeing all of it!

None of that crud for me, nope. Only real adventure is awesome enough to be worth doing on a day like today, far as I'm concerned. Or a good party!

... At least the chocolate is pretty good.

[Though... there is Rainbow Dash...

... What is filtering? Kazooie's just going to announce this blatantly.]


Hey, uh, Dash... Whaddya say we do something cool today? Like... I dunno. Go on an adventure! Get away from all this mushy stuff.

[With that, she'll head out to the plaza as usual, to find her friends (unaffected or otherwise) and possibly get some food from the bakery for her awesome day trip with Rainbow Dash. Or whoever else.

She's completely convinced she's not affected, of course. Because why would somebody as cool as her ever have feelings like this?

... She's in for one rude awakening when this Shift is over.]
talontrot: (seriously i WILL peck you)
CANCER

• You will inadvertantly shoplift several times this week.
• You will find a turtle in your laundry.
• Your usually dominant manner is replaced by a coy submissiveness today. Go with it.
• Face facts, you have a dreadful singing voice.

[Kazooie doesn't usually pay much attention to her journal, outside of times where she wants to yammer on to someone or invite someone to go out with her. But anybody's curiosity would be piqued by a bunch of random words appearing, right?

Huh. Kazooie's never heard of this stuff before, but it sounds dumb and annoying and she doesn't like it. Especially not when the piece of crud is making fun of her voice! Her voice is just fine, thank you very much, stupid book!

Irritated, Kazooie goes to huff at the journal system.]


Is everybody's journal-thing being a jerk to them with these stupid words, or am I gonna hafta hit mine with a Grenade Egg?

[Evidently her coy submissiveness hasn't happened yet. Either that, or it doesn't apply to journals.]

These predictions are so dumb! "Submissive"? Me? Pah! I'd sooner stick my face in ol' Stinkpot again! [And she snorts audibly.]

... I bet none of them are gonna come true for me. I'm too awesome to do any of this!

[Spoke way, way too soon, Kazooie.]

What's the dumbest prediction you guys got? And did any of the really stupid junk come true for anybody else?

This has gotta be the lamest thing the Malnosso-guys've done yet!

[Even after she talks to others, though, Kazooie can't get over the journal insulting her. It's consuming her to the point where she's quite deliberately deciding that she's going to go out of her way to make sure that she'll undo every prediction. If she sees a turtle, she'll kick it out on its dumb shell! If she gets a chance to do something, it'll be as dominantly and loudly as possible! She's going to make darn sure she doesn't steal, and she will sing nicely like the bird she is!

... Too bad none of those will work in quite the way she envisions (as unfortunately for her, succeeding at failure is not really success... that was one of the alternate horoscopes she could've gotten, too).


Horrible singing and stealing action on the 27th for those who want it! )

And some coy submissiveness action on the 28th! )

Throughout all of this mess... well, chores still have to happen. Including laundry. Let's see what kind of interesting turtles she'll meet...

Actually, come to think of it, this entire event is going to prove to be pretty interesting. But that's Luceti - and Kazooie's life - for you!]

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