talontrot: (brb flying away)
Action-tastic part in the morning )

[Later on in the day, Kazooie sits down at her journal, intending to give voice to ideas that have been floating around in her head since the end of the draft.]

So, something I've been wondering for awhile - I know a bunch of the people here are good fighters, but how many of you are heroes? [She pauses for effect a moment, before elaborating on her explanation.] Y'know - goes out, rescues little girls from big ol' witches, finds peoples' lost stuff for them, collects a bunch of items, beats up bad guys who're threatening to take everybody's life force - stuff like that. I've met a couple other heroes, but I wanna know who else is kickin' around in this dump!

[This is partially scoping out her competition. But she has another motive, one she announces after a second of deep thought - well, for her, anyway.]

... Y'see, I've been thinking of throwing a party for us. A real party. Something with plenty of exciting stuff to do - 'cause it gets boring here sometimes when the Malnosso-guys aren't doing anything. That Rec Centre place was great, and I think it needs some livening up again! And it's up to someone as awesome as me to do it.

[With that, she smirks with satisfaction and leans back, waiting for the inevitable deluge of replies. As if she'll actually get any.]
talontrot: (this egg's going right up your ass)
[It's not every day that you wake up after a particularly good game of kick-the-disembodied-witch-skull-around to discover you are very much not at Spiral Mountain. Or... anywhere you even vaguely recognize. Even if you are a first-class adventuring hero.

Naturally, Kazooie was inclined to blame this on Banjo, because there was no way she'd be stupid enough to get totally lost in her sleep. But Banjo was nowhere to be seen, not even after a good look around with the Amaze-O-Gaze goggles. This was unusual, to say the least - unusual and unsettling. Even if Banjo wasn't exactly the sharpest crayon in the box, it was silly for him to just go off on his own. After all, who was gonna protect him? She was clearly the faster and stronger adventurer - he needed her! What did he think he was doing, going off without her?

But first, to inspect the area, like any real hero. Can't go looking for Banjo without discovering some obvious pathways! ... Which are suspiciously absent from this strange forest she's in. Huh.]


Hey... there's nothing here except a book! No nests of Eggs, Feathers, Notes or anything... What kind of place is this, exactly?! It's weirder than Cloud Cuckooland - at least that had music! [Kazooie scoffs loudly, scratching a claw irritably against the foreign dirt.] And boring... what a dumb place to go to have an adventure! Pah, like the bear would pick anywhere good...

[... Wait, didn't old Winky say something about getting Banjo and Kazooie back in Banjo-Threeie? So this was probably it, huh? (Man, that witch could put herself back together fast.) But Kazooie could live with that - maybe she got to be the main character this time! Or maybe it was like the time she got kidnapped for awhile - only it was Banjo's turn to get kidnapped by the hag, and meanwhile Kazooie could be a hero and kick her butt and rescue the furry lug! Either option was one Kazooie was satisfied with for the time being, even if this was a pretty lame sequel so far. And that meant the book was probably important.

Wait - it's got her name on it. It has to be important. So Kazooie picks it up in her beak carelessly and stuffs it under a wing - if it worked for Canary Mary, it'll work for her for a bit, right?

Then she points herself down the nearest tangle of trees and starts trotting through the forest - so much like Pine Grove on the Isle O' Hags, except... it just goes on forever.]


Man, where's a silo when you need one?
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