[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] Tetris Castle - 30th Floor: War Room -> 49th Floor: Hangar -> Dream Land airspace; aboard the Ragnarok [color=red]Tags:[/color] [color=aquamarine]Rosalina[/color], [color=green]Guile[/color], [color=00a99d]Cloud[/color] [@Holy Soldier], [color=magenta]Alicia[/color] [@Zarkun], [color=cornflowerblue]Frisk[/color] [@Guardian Angel Haruki] [color=blue]Mentions:[/color] [color=cyan]Fox[/color] (Me), [color=yellow]Wario[/color], [color=662d91]Waluigi[/color] [@Holy Soldier] [/center] As expected the Major shrugged off the child’s inquiry. It seemed like ‘need to know’ information that he just didn’t see readily fit to afford them. The duo weren’t so sure if they could trust a plan they weren’t in on, but they hadn’t time to argue about it. If worst came to worst, they would be able to find their way out; they always did. On their way to the elevator, Kazooie couldn’t help noticing the military man passing word to the stoic fox character who took himself a little too seriously. Though, he didn’t speak in a whisper, she couldn’t pick up on what he told him from where she was. Sure, it was really none of her business, but the inexplicable penchant for secrecy made her a little more wary of him than she probably needed to be. She simply held on to her suspicion and receded back into her partner’s backpack as they entered the elevator. [hr] When receiving their vaccinations--something neither of them ever had to do previously--Banjo dealt better with it than Kazooie, oddly enough. Kazooie was generally the braver of the two, specifically in perilous situations, but she wasn’t exactly keen on the idea of being jabbed with a needle filled with science and all manner of unknown foreign substances she probably couldn’t pronounce. Banjo mildly restrained her during the procedure, after which her nerves calmed, and with that out of the way, they proceeded to the hangar. Needless to say, they were greeted with something nothing short of marvelous. They were provided with a ship that would take them to their mission destination via dimensional travel. In a way, it was kind of like Old King Coal’s train, Chuffy, only it flew instead of driving, could apparently take them between various worlds rather than parts of just one, and it was purportedly the fastest of its kind. Okay, so maybe they were only alike until one actually thought about it (which is to say basically not at all), but they remained similar in that they both serve as integral means of transit between where heroes needed to go. They weren’t prepared for what awaited them when they stepped onboard. It turned out the [color=green]“surprise”[/color] from before came in the form of [color=green]“two new additions to the team”[/color] that some of them weren’t previously aware of, and they hardly looked to be willing participants. The given context of their involvement, however unpleasant it was to hear, hinted at a plan to use the bloated man as a ([i]very[/i]) crude IED. It was fairly obvious that the major was being facetious when referring to them as teammates, but that did nothing to alleviate Banjo’s ethical reservations about the plan. [color=blue]“Uh… are we sure this is okay? Seems kinda harsh,”[/color] objected Banjo. [color=red]“Eh. Sounds like they were asking for it.”[/color] About that, Kazooie was right. They were quite literally asking to be part of the mission no less than an hour prior, and now they were; it just wasn’t quite what they had hoped for. Still, it seemed a bit cruelly exploitative for those what called themselves heroes to do such a thing. They were supposed to have rules, principles to set them apart from their worse halves, but now wasn’t the time to delve into moral existentialism. It was time to depart. Kazooie sank back into the backpack while Banjo slowly backed away from the awkward scene he wanted nothing else to do with and waited patiently for takeoff. [hr] The aftermath of a destructive occurrence was a soar, glaring standout against the world’s colorful landscape. Even the loudmouthed Kazooie was left quietly speechless by the sight. If it was the doing of this [color=ed1c24]‘King Dedede’[/color], they were sure to have their work cut out for them. At the scene was a small, sentient pink round riding a star over the crater as it made its way inbound towards the ship. The bubbly, childlike creature barreled in unconcerned with controlling its landing, as its anatomy allowed for a soft landing regardless of caution. [color=aquamarine][i]“He”[/i][/color] found his way quickly into the goddess’s arms, at which point she introduced him as this world’s resident hero, Kirby. The bear and bird followed behind everyone in their introductions. [color=blue]“I’m Banjo,”[/color] he offered, gesturing to himself. [color=red]“Kazooie,”[/color] she added, Banjo thumbing to her as she did. The puffball returned salutations with a simple [color=f49ac2]”ey”[/color], prompting the Major to impatiently inquire as to the practical extent of their linguistic faculties. [color=blue]“Maybe he’s just saying ‘hey,’”[/color] Banjo suggested. That much might have been plausible until Kirby continued in monosyllabic babble. [color=red]“That’s useful,”[/color] remarked the breegull sarcastically. [color=blue]“Can anyone here translate?”[/color] the bear asked aloud to anyone who might be of help. It appeared as if they would be hopeless on the information front until their child leader immediately, effortlessly formulated a solution to overcome the communication barrier. Both Banjo and Kazooie gave separate nods of agreement at the idea. Maybe having the kid accompany them on the mission (as their leader, no less) wasn’t such a bad idea after all. Maybe they [i]did[/i] know what they were doing.