[center] [img]http://i1339.photobucket.com/albums/o719/EthereanFire/B-K_zpssr2nzrlr.png[/img] [color=2e2efe]Level:[/color] 4 [color=fe2e2e]Day/Time:[/color] Day Two; Evening [color=2e2efe]Location:[/color] Butter Building; Interior - 3rd Floor -> 2nd Floor [color=fe2e2e]Tags:[/color] [color=ffe800]Wario[/color] [@Holy Soldier], [color=cornflowerblue]Frisk[/color] [@Guardian Angel Haruki] [color=2e2efe]Mentions:[/color] [color=magenta]Alicia[/color] [@Zarkun], [color=00a99d]Cloud[/color], [color=963bd8]Waluigi[/color] [@Holy Soldier] [color=fe2e2e]Word Count:[/color] 728 [color=01dfd7]Blue Eggs:[/color] 100/100 [color=df0101]Red Feathers:[/color] 98/100 [/center] The group barely made it out of the 3rd floor and into the stairwell before moral quandary began to call itself in again, and a short-lived debate of ethics ensued once more. The bear and bird kept silent during this (uncharacteristically so, in the case of the latter) because they were, quite simply, out of their element. In the past, there was never any question of them being in the right, what with having a very clear evil to face, and never before have they been challenged with any ideas to the contrary. Then again, they’ve never had a boss willingly sacrifice themselves for [i]their[/i] sakes--a fact that their child leader seemed visibly unhappy with. The soldier urged everyone else onward while he attempted to console the child. Just as well. There was more emotional tension in the air than the duo was used to or comfortable with, let alone would they know what to do, so it made the most sense that it be left up to with some experience (mostly personal) in such matters. The soldier and the duo wisely pressed on while the other two stayed back to regroup amongst themselves. The path downward was lit with a gilded radiance that shone through the doorway with such brilliance to announce itself before they could see it. The bright, tintinnabulous clattering of soft metals running across itself told Banjo and Kazooie that what lied ahead was none other than a treasure hoard--[url=https://vignette.wikia.nocookie.net/banjokazooie/images/b/b0/Project64_2015-05-25_12-35-03-88.png/revision/latest?cb=20150525193528]something they had seen before.[/url] They expected this time, however, that it would be substantially larger, that they wouldn’t be welcomed there (obviously), and that they would be in for a fight when they arrived. Naturally, they were surprised to find their expectations subverted when they showed up only to find their work already done for them. Even more surprising a sight than the quartet of floor bosses having been laid out prior to arrival was that of the two presumably responsible relishing in a bountiful victory. Sat upon a makeshift throne of bullion and precious gems was none other than their unwilling IED from earlier, Wario, and his ambiguously related partner in crime--his “brother”--Waluigi, performing the physically impossible (for most). They broke from their celebratory immersion upon taking notice of the heroes to inquire--with an inordinate degree of surprise that would suggest offense to the very fact--as to how they made it there… as if there was really much of a question that they could. [color=2e2efe]“Honestly, we’re kind of wondering the same about you,”[/color] Banjo remarked, genuinely curious as to how the two could be left at the top of the building and still manage to beat the group nearly to the bottom. [color=fe2e2e]“He probably rolled… or bounced,”[/color] snarked Kazooie at the portly villain’s expense. The true answer to the riddle of how they made it there so quickly was probably closer to them simply taking “the short way” and jumping down, which was more than certainly in the realm of feasibility for them, but that hardly mattered at the moment; they had a pair of winged boots and the bottled soul of a legend to look for. Once the rest of the group rejoined them, Banjo and Kazooie set to scaling and rummaging through the stacked hills of gold, much to Wario’s chagrin. They ignored the greedy doppelganger's protest, but he did have a point about their chances of finding what they were looking for. Their history suggested that they were particularly good at finding things (if the Ice Vault was any indication), yet they were having no such luck here. After about the fourth or fifth time sliding downhill, Banjo started to concur with Wario’s testified doubts. [color=2e2efe]“I think he’s right. I doubt the king would leave something that valuable behind knowing we were coming for it,”[/color] Banjo reasoned. After a moment, Frisk proposed to the brothers (perhaps against everyone’s better wishes) that they ally with them for the upcoming battle, which seemed both a good and bad idea, given their potential utility as well as their character. The child rationalized with Wario a personal incentive on his part for lending his aid, and their reasoning, while not entirely bulletproof, was convincingly solid. Now it was just a matter of finding out whether or not Wario was convinced. The bear and bird awaited attentively for whatever answer may come.