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[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.]

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[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?]

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[Better than nothing. For that alone, Kazooie is grateful - though she doesn't really have the words to express that.

Still. Leonhardt heard her complaints, so... she might as well explain.]

... Malnosso-guys can do whatever the heck they want to us, huh? But... why this? Why would they... take away my wings?

[Not her whole wing - but enough of it, and the most important part, for Kazooie to be truly shaken.]

Do they do that to everybody who kicks the stupid bucket here? Like... take away something really important?

[That's an interesting point, is it really the Malnosso who bring them back? He flips over to the Guide real quick to check, but that doesn't really specify, just that they retrieve the bodies. It's more likely the same as arrival.]

All the guide mentions is that the Malnosso retrieve our bodies after revival. I took that to mean that it is this world that does it and takes things away, not the Malnosso. Of course, they are far easier to blame.

But yes, it happens to everyone. I lost something as well.

Edited 2012-05-21 04:46 (UTC)

Pah. Either way, it really sucks.

[... And almost tentatively (a rare thing for her):]

What'd they take away from you?

I used to be a good cook and now my attempts at doing so are dangerous to myself and others. I cannot even do something as simple as boil water without some mishap.

... Just losing your ability to cook? Sheesh, talk about a rip-off! I get my wings hacked off and all that happens to you is that you gotta eat from Seventh Heaven.

[Kazooie snorts irritably.]

... How long is this gonna last? Am I stuck this way?

[It sounds not major, but Leonhardt never has been the type to have others do for him what he could do for himself. And then there is the fact that his cooking has now become a dangerous weapon.]

It sounds like it is nothing, but it is hard to depend on others to do something one could do without aid before, no matter what it was.

[... She can kind of empathize with that. It's embarrassing to have to rely on other peoples' help to do things as simple as open doors, now...]

... I guess I see whatcha mean. But... I dunno. It's still not as big a deal usually, right?

Better than just sitting on your butt all the time waiting for everybody to do everything for you all the time.

[At least they both can empathize since their losses force them to depend on others for things they could do fine before.]

What's to say you can't adjust somehow rather than depending on others all the time? A strong individual will try to work with their faults to accomplish something. Progress is made by trying to find a way to do something rather than sitting back and saying it cannot be done.

[Hmm. This guy has a point... and has get-up-and-go. Kazooie can appreciate that, too: that's what makes a good hero.]

That's pretty much the difference between a hero like me and all those lazy other guys who won't do anything to help themselves!

... But yeah. This is still gonna take some getting used to.

[She can do it, though. She's a hero, isn't she?]

Edited 2012-05-23 10:55 (UTC)

[Yes, he does have a point, and it's something he's had to do as well. He learned the hard way that the only way to protect his loved ones was to do it himself.]

And that's fine. Even if you need assistance to get used to it, all that matters is working towards doing things for yourself.

[Pretty much what Kazooie has had to do. At least she has the benefit of friends who can usually hold their own - but not always.]

I guess. I dunno how other people do this kind of stuff. Like... what do you do when you don't have any hands?

[It's baffling, to a person who has never been used to physical restrictions in the first place, to suddenly encounter one so directly.]

[She's lucky, Leonhardt usually didn't have that and the few people he could depend on were of a questionable nature as well.]

I admit, I don't know how, but I can think of people who may know. Try speaking with the doctors at the two clinics. If anyone would know, one of them would.

[Hopefully Luceti has begun to fix that? At least, that's true in most people's cases...]

... Okay. Though, uh, I dunno if anybody knows anything about wings.

[Awkwardly:] I never needed a doctor before.

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