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Eighth Jiggy | [Voice/Action] | Happy birthday...?

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[This particular announcement begins with a close-up on one slightly-irritated looking breegull's face. The journal has gotten easier to open without hands, but it's still not always a cakewalk.

After a moment, though, her beak shifts into something resembling a smile - a little mocking, perhaps, but a smile nonetheless.]

So. Some heck of a birthday I have, right? Village looks like a pile of junk, Malnosso-guys going nuts, some dumb draft thing they didn't send me on, all this crud. And on top of all that, I still got my "present" from the Malnosso-guys to worry about. [She looks down at her wings pointedly to emphasize this.] So. Gotta cheer this place up a little, I think!

First 'n' foremost. It's my birthday today - s'when my first game came out, Banjo-Kazooie - so none of you had better forget! And I'm gonna need something really awesome. Maybe something even cooler than my hero party! As well as tons of presents, because a party's not a party without some presents -

[... but there is another problem, too.]

- whenever all this junk gets cleaned up, anyway. Is that even ever gonna happen? The fat ol' hag's cruddy amusement park looked better kept-up than this place and I was clearing out like half of the stupid stuff on the ground!

Anyway. [Almost idly, but:] How many of you other guys've had birthdays here? And what's it like for you weird non-cartoony-types, what with that getting-older thing and all?

[And because she can't filter:] Oh, hey, anybody know how to make some... I dunno, fake robot-y wings or something? [Eggman would be proud.] Marco said somethin' about "blacksmiths", whatever the heck that means.

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[Okay, so having a party now isn't really feasible. Some of the Pony House is missing, the whole village is still messy and broken (though it starts repairing later today!) and in general everything is a shambles. But this doesn't stop Kazooie from poking through the Item Shop and Weapons Shop for her Eggs and some decent snack food for her birthday.

People might catch her trying to awkwardly scoop chips - or crisps, as she'd call them; seed and nut mixes, candy and other assorted foods - perhaps even a whole cake - into a bag with the blunt hind-wings, or otherwise struggling with her items (but totally not asking for help or anything because that's lame) while she tries to navigate the shops. But eventually she'll get them outside! And maybe make a spectacle of herself eating them near or around the Fountain because she loves being the centre of attention. Come up and talk to her! She'll regale you with tales of her epic video game series.]

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[... Birthday. A time for celebration, huh? With gifts and friends and stuff. Chien doesn't even know when he was born, much less there be cause for a party of any kind. His birth was just a curse. But he has something to tell her anyway!]

I-I finished your game! Well, Soren did. He's a pretty good player for a bird. All of that really happened to you?

[... oh right.]

And happy birthday, by the way. I guess.

[It's a bit different being created than simply born - though Kazooie sees the two as largely the same.

However, any existential angst about this is quickly pushed aside by -]

Heck yeah! Wasn't it just completely awesome? The best game ever.

It was really cool! You're a pretty powerful hero. What else should I play?

[game recs from a game character AWWW YEAAAH]

[This totally won't go horribly or anything.]

Well, if you can't find the rest of my games - the Malnosso-guys really need to get 'em in - you can try games by that Mario guy! I think those are pretty good too, but I don't know that much about 'em.

No matter what newfangled stuff comes out, the classics will always be the best! [Seriously. Being from Nuts and Bolts was an unpleasant experience.]

[Mah-ri-oh. M-a-r-e-o? Maybe. Something like that. He's been learning to read okay! He'll have to be on the lookout for those and stuff.]

Got it. Uh... How've you been?

[seems only fair to ask really they haven't talked in so long and he remembers something about clipped wings sometime and metal wings reminds him of Skarmy.]

[Kazooie's response is, as usually, tinged with sarcasm - though it's nowhere near as bitter as before.]

Just peachy, between all this crud going on and still havin' to push stuff open with my face most of the time. But it's getting easier. [Having to improvise has made things... interesting at least.]

Still, it'll be way better when I can finally get my wings back to how they were.

If you ever need metal or anything like that, you should look for Shiemi. She has a bird whose wings are made of it, and when their feathers drop off they're still really useful.

[HE LEARNED THIS FROM HIS POKEDEX]

Hey, Kaz; happy birthday. Sorry it ain't all as nice as it should be... but it's good t'see ya, anyway.

[Video is a whole new level of awesome. Of course, Mac will get it in return.]

It's been awhile, Mac! You still kickin' around like usual? All this junk probably gets in the way of running.

[He brightens upon hearing his pal's voice, although purses his lips at the latter remark.]

...Yeah, tell me about it. Still tryin' t'clear up some a' the branches. Least it ain't lookin' as bad as it was last week, though.

[Is it even possible to look worse than it did last week?]

Tell me about it. I think I musta used all my Fire Eggs up trying to burn those pieces of crud up so they weren't in the way!

... And there's still more. All those trees can't take a hit to save their lives!

Fire Eggs, huh?

[How's that work? Did that mean they were scrambled inside?]

[Unfortunately, no.]

Yep! One of my best weapons! They set pretty much everything on fire. [Even underwater... physics can bite Kazooie.]

Whoa - so it's like havin' your own fire grenades... what's it even look like? Jus' a regular white or brown egg like the ones in a store?

[He sure hopes not.]

They're all red and brown and crackly-orange and stuff! [Something like this.] They look kinda like charcoal when it's in a barbecue.

Heck, I could show you sometime - my Nests sometimes pop up in the Weapons Shop, and I can grab the Fire Eggs when they're around!

I'd like t'see it! ...Jus' hope it don' end up scarin' people or burnin' things down when we try it. Gotta be real careful an' all.

[Explosions are definitely cool in films, but an accidental raging fire here in Luceti would be a disaster to say the least. And in the wake of a draft and a flood, that would be the last thing anyone would need to deal with.]

[Syre's out trying to get some food for her own use -- she hasn't eaten much since she's returned, and that's certainly not wise -- when she spots the breegull awkwardly attempting to slide things into her bag.]

[You didn't ask for it, Kazooie, but you now have Syre helping you smoothly transition those items from shelf/table to bag.]

[She's also helping because Gods Above, it's a bird shopping for food, and therefore must get a closer look at you.]

[At first, Kazooie doesn't quite notice - mostly because she's so absorbed in the effort required to pry a bag open with her beak while pushing stuff into it - but after a few seconds, Syre's presence becomes readily apparent with the appearance of a tanned hand.]

Hey, whaddya think you're - [And that's when Kazooie realizes she's helping.]

... I can do this myself, y'know. [There's a twinge of almost-hurt in her voice, like she's upset that people don't think she can take care of herself anymore with her maimed wings.]

I'd like to say Happy Birthday.

[Kazooie doesn't even know this person, but...]

Hey, thanks!

... Uh, who are you, anyway?

We've only spoken once or twice, but it's a birthday, so I thought it might be alright to send my good wishes. I'm Ami Mizuno.

[She'll... uh... try to remember!]

Okay, Ami, gotcha.

You ever played my games before? Because they are really awesome. And there's at least one of 'em right here in Luceti!

I'm sorry, I haven't. I never had much time to play video games. I'd like to try it, though. [Mostly since it seems like it will help her in getting along with Kazooie.]

Not having the time to play games is a real shame! Everybody's gotta live a little. [Though to Kazooie there is no higher calling than a game.]

There's always the Rec Centre, if you wanna try!

I might not be very good, since I haven't played it before... [Her assessment is not entirely accurate.]

Heck, I'm sure you'll do fine. Besides, it's playing it that matters... winning is pretty awesome though!

[Kazooie, of course, could beat the game easily - having lived it.]

Will you show me the controls and commands before I begin?

Happy birthday, Kazooie. [She'd figured that Kazooie had a birthdate, but...she didn't expect it to be something like this.] How old are you today? ['Cause you sure still look like a spring chicken! Minus the whole mutilated wings and all.]

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