[center] [img]http://i1339.photobucket.com/albums/o719/EthereanFire/Fox_zpsterb1uck.png[/img] [color=cyan]Level:[/color] 4 [color=cyan]Day/Time:[/color] Day Two; Afternoon [color=cyan]Location:[/color] Platform City Streets -> Tetris Castle - 30th Floor: War Room [color=cyan]Tags:[/color] [color=00a99d]Cloud[/color] [@Holy Soldier], [color=cornflowerblue]Frisk[/color], [color=gold]Shantae[/color] [@Guardian Angel Haruki], [color=slateblue]Bartz[/color], [color=deepskyblue]Sans[/color] [@WingsOfBronze], [color=blue]Banjo &[/color] [color=red]Kazooie[/color] (Myself), [color=magenta]Alicia[/color] [@Zarkun], Steve [@Rockin Strings], [color=708090]Jack[/color] [@Crosswire], [color=0072bc]Bayonetta[/color] [@Lmpkio], [color=4bbeff]Taric[/color] [@DracoLunaris] [color=cyan]Mentions:[/color] [color=00a99d]Cloud[/color], [color=green]Guile[/color] [@Holy Soldier], [color=magenta]Alicia[/color] [@Zarkun], [color=c0c0c0]Slayer[/color] [@Lugubrious], [color=4be2a3]Naija[/color] [@DracoLunaris] [/center] Conveniently, Fox was already heading in the general direction of the castle when he received the call to reconvene for the new mission briefing. He already knew what it would be. They just finished dealing with the problem at large to the extent they were presently best able to, so the situation and timing made the nature of the mission obvious. This much was confirmed minutes after he made it to the war room, not long after Cloud and a clad newcomer with blue complexion. She was one among the few new faces that he saw, and so far, his favorite, if he was one for playing them. She was admirably eager to step forth and fill an empty space for the strike team--perhaps [i]too[/i] eager, if the last mission was anything to go by. Guile was certain to remind the incumbent team members how that went, urging them to provide guidance for the incoming members [color=39b54a]“to keep them from makin’ the same mistakes.”[/color] They certainly wouldn’t want [i]that[/i] happening. Slayer was outspokenly more enthusiastic about the upcoming mission on account of its brighter setting, though not without the expressed concerned for potential surprises. Given his past dealings with a few Dreamland particulars, Fox shared in this much warranted concern. He knew what they--especially Dedede--were capable of, and what’s more was the fact that the child from the funeral, who no one recognized, and was probably unfamiliar with all of this themselves, was placed in charge of leading the squad. Once again, Fox couldn’t help wondering to himself if whoever was in charge of such decisions really knew what they were doing. Miyamoto forbid the m-virus just so happen to find its way there to greet the newcomers and add to the issue something they have a right to expect. And yet, it went strangely unmentioned. He would see fit to change that as soon as Slayer and Naija were done saying their pieces, seeing as he would have little else to add. He stepped forth to address all in attendance. [color=cyan]“You heard them. Coordinate,”[/color] he emphasized. [color=cyan]“Stick together, cover your allies, move and act as a unit, and be prepared for anything. You’ve all been given an idea of what to expect; [i]think beyond that[/i]. Some of you may already know about a parasitic virus that’s been infecting and empowering certain hosts of other worlds. Before our last mission, we were warned that we would encounter it; you might not, but you all deserve to have the same warning, either way. Your immunizations will be waiting for you in the medical facility on the 49th floor. Everyone will need them before they deploy. For those of you who [i]aren’t[/i] on this mission, I’d take Slayer’s advice: use the time you have to shape up and get better acquainted with your teammates. Familiarize yourselves with the skill sets of one another, and train to sharpen your own.”[/color] He then turned and made his way toward the elevator while finishing his address. [color=cyan]“The rest of you, make your preparations. Get inoculated, gather what you need, and be ready to depart.”[/color] He faced the group once more to see them off just before the elevator doors slid shut. [color=cyan]“Good luck to you all.”[/color] [hr] [center] [img]http://i1339.photobucket.com/albums/o719/EthereanFire/B-K_zpssr2nzrlr.png[/img] [color=blue]Level:[/color] 1 [color=red]Day/Time:[/color] Day Two; Afternoon [color=blue]Location:[/color] Mama’s - Exterior -> Tetris Castle - 30th Floor: War Room [color=red]Tags:[/color] [color=4be2a3]Naija[/color] [@DracoLunaris] [color=blue]Mentions:[/color] [color=aquamarine]Rosalina[/color], [color=green]Guile[/color] [@Holy Soldier], [color=c0c0c0]Slayer[/color] [@Lugubrious] [/center] [color=blue]“Yes, ma’am,”[/color] Banjo answered with a nod. [color=blue]“We came as fast as we could. Is everything alright?”[/color] [color=red]”Who do we have to kill?”[/color] Kazooie asked in jest with a straight face and unwavering tone. [color=blue]“Kazooie…”[/color] Banjo protested mildly, as if to remind a child to be mindful of appearances. Neither of them could get much of a word in or a response out of the Nintendo Ambassador before being given a note on the end of a fishing line by a cloud-borne, bespectacled turtle. Kazooie plucked the letter away with her beak and placed it in Banjo’s hand to read. The message relayed simply a command for them to head to the castle for a mission briefing. Though, it was a little beyond them as to why. To suddenly be involved in such a presumably high-level affair was a bit unexpected, but as the pair were about to explain, they were there to help. They followed the celestial goddess to the castle to find out what they were being called for; both the interior and exterior of which were a sight to behold. Soft light gleamed off of every metallic surface that lined the grand lobby halls in this amalgam of classic, modern, and futuristic architecture with advanced technological functionality. Prior to this, the closest thing these two had ever seen to a castle were the dilapidated, dungeonic confines of Gruntilda’s Lair, so it was refreshing to step into a place so appreciably well-kept. The holoprojector in the war room alone was the second-most sophisticated technology either of them had ever seen in person, behind Grunty’s life siphoning weapon, the “Big-O-Blaster” (B.O.B.). Soon after they arrived along with everyone else, the meeting was finally underway. Directing the operation was a rugged army man who was already giving Kazooie flashbacks about their last adventure. [color=red]“Ugh! This guy reminds me too much of Goggle Boy’s brother,”[/color] she whispered to Banjo, who lightly nodded in agreement. [color=blue]“Yeah… I can see that.”[/color] Though, the man wasn’t exactly the obnoxious stereotype like Jamjars, to whom Kazooie was referring, even Banjo had to admit that appearances, countenance, and initial impressions suggested a slightly overbearing military persona. When expositing mission details, he was oddly unforthcoming about the [color=green]“surprise”[/color] he had in store; hence the inquiry from their unexpected child leader (which, by itself, was another question all its own). As long as it wasn’t a surprise for [i]them[/i], they would have no complaints. The context of the mission alluded to the grave robbing incident from earlier that Slayer had informed them of. As it turned out, he just happened to be in attendance as well--as a returning veteran from the previous mission, apparently. It sounded like he had quite a lot of combat experience, as one might infer of him based on his given advice, which the duo would have little trouble following. Staying in pairs was… kinda their thing, after all. The caution to do so was belabored by a fish woman who had an additional favor to ask: that her boots and wings, of all things, be recovered and returned to her. [color=red]“I’ll WEAR them back if we find them,”[/color] declared Kazooie in earnest. She could usually fit any pair of footwear, and she could use a fix for her flightlessness, albeit an understandably temporary one. Banjo peered upward at her with a proud smile before giving his attention back to the nymph. [color=blue]“Don’t worry, Miss. We’ll get your… erm, [i]wings[/i] back for you. You have our word!”[/color] He paused for a moment to make sure he had that right. An odd thing it was to tell an amphibian that they would [i]once again[/i] be enabled to fly, but he was willing to help her meet that end regardless. [color=red]“But seriously, though, can I borrow them? Mine don’t work right now.”[/color] Same as the fish girl, it was difficult for Kazooie to hide her embarrassment at the fact she currently couldn’t use her own wings, especially since she was naturally born with them (and still had them). Strange that creatures of sea and sky could sympathize with one another over something only one of them should really know anything about. She, too, enjoyed flying--as she was meant to--so she expected that the sea maiden would understand her plea.