6 December 2015
I came up with the capsule js' names in two seconds. Now you see why all my OCs are horrible.
34. Acting
of drowning that isn't actually possible.
"Why do you keep sending them? Can you stop sending them? I don't mean to be rude, because they're very nice, generous, patient friends of yours, Kirby, and also very talented when it comes to speed, but I feel like my life is halved every time they show up."
"You don't mean to be rude but you're being rude!" Kirby gasped dramatically, teaming the action with aggressively flipping the picnic basket open.
Bandana Dee, flustered, drew back. "Well—no. I was hoping I wouldn't be. Well—I. Er. They could try... gentler approaches."
While in his room and polishing his spear, ready to go grab a book and sulk for the next two hours of his break, the seven capsule js had pleasantly showed up and grabbed him by the foot—again—and then whizzed off at the speed of Kirby's eating rate. Bandana Dee, completely unprepared, did not bring anything along with him apart from himself and his bandana. The capsule js, very unkind, dropped him onto The Shore a metre above the ground.
How did they always manage to catch Bandana Dee during his breaks, anyway? He didn't understand that one.
(It was all scripted, actually. So it would never make logical, plausible sense.)
Kirby looked at one of the capsule js, then back at Bandana Dee. "Du says they're always very gentle with you. Because you're a delicate specimen who needs to be treated with utmost care."
"They're horrible," Bandana Dee announced, and did not regret it. "Why do you keep bringing me to Onion Ocean, anyway? It's not an unpleasant place, I mean... it's—well, it's very pleasant... but I don't see why we can't just, erm, use one of the shallow ponds near your house."
"That's exactly why we can't use 'em. They're shallow." Kirby raised a stub as if he had proved a very good point. "Today, Bandana Dee... Today, you will conquer your fear of water!"
"...But I'm not scared of water. It's a fear of drowning."
"Do you know what the difference between those two are, Band-Aid? Do you know how big the difference is?" Kirby raised both stubs, clapping them fully together. "This. This is how much difference there is."
"That's a plenty lot."
"Aren't you educated or something?!"
"Well... barely."
For some reason, Kirby was bent—very bent—on making Bandana Dee get into the water. It was something Bandana Dee didn't understand at all. (Well, when it came to Kirby, he didn't understand anything.) Bandana Dee wasn't terrified of the water enough to get a panic attack of any sort, but he still didn't like it very much. It would set off a rarely-lit fuse of Bandana Dee's, though.
Kirby popped a red-coloured candy into his mouth, sucking on it delightedly. "Well, actually, Band-Aid, you've been tricked! Aha! We're not actually here to swim. I mean, not all of us. I am. Swimming is food for my soul. ...Not really, actually, I could do away with it forever."
"So what am I here to do?" Bandana Dee quizzed, dreading one of Kirby's infamous plans.
"Be a good friend," Kirby started, shutting the picnic basket and dumping it into Bandana Dee's stubs, "and make friends."
"What does that have to do with your picnic basket..?"
"Nothing! But I understand that you are a good friend, Bandana Dee, and good friends help other good friends carry good picnic basket friends, you see. Unless you have a muscle ache! Then I will gladly let Da carry it for me—"
"Da?"
Kirby blinked, then nodded to the capsule js. "Yeah, Da's one of them. Oh, right. I forgot you don't know them." His face split out into a grin. "Well, that's why you're making friends with them!"
"I'm making—what?"
Kirby refused to answer Bandana Dee, even as the pink puffball slowly sank himself into the water. Even as Bandana Dee listed a number of bribes that would pique Kirby's attention in the very slightest. Even as he mentioned Larry.
Kirby did, however, react when Bandana Dee announced he was flinging the picnic basket into the water.
"They wanted to get to know you better since this is, like, the third time they've picked you up from your hidey hole!" Kirby proudly declared. "Now, put the basket down and let's all be friends."
"Of course." Bandana Dee nodded gingerly placed the basket onto one of the flatter rocks.
Someone tapped his shoulder and he instantly whirled around, ready to grab his spear—oh, he didn't have his spear. Oh, yeah, right. No self-defence. An orca could come up and just eat them as it liked.
There wasn't a need for the spear, though. It was just one of the capsule js. "Hello," it said. He? She?
Instead, Bandana Dee replied, "You can talk? Kirby always just—well, he just looked at you and then continued like you talked to him! I—er. I thought it was telepathy. Or something."
"Or something," the capsule j sighed. Bandana Dee had a feeling that they were reconsidering their decisions. "Electric waves to the brain. Private communication. Somewhat telepathy."
"Won't that, uh, rot the person's brain?"
"Absolutely not." The capsule j seemed offended. "Vowels."
"What? I mean—pardon?"
"Vowels. Us, with 'D' in front. Kirby already said—Da and Du. So, Di, and De, and Do, too. The last two are twins. Dio and Deo."
"Wow. Okay. I mean... well. I'm Bandana Dee." ("And I also can't tell you apart, and that's a very simple system of names" he wanted to add, but he figured it wouldn't earn him any brownie points.)
The capsule j tilted its head. "'Bandana Dee'? Kirby always calls you 'Band-Aid'."
"Oh. Nice. I'm not surprised—"
"Band-Aid," Kirby called leisurely, "I'm droooowning. Help!"
"What?!" Bandana Dee whirled around, jumping in fright when he noticed Kirby was no longer in his usual starfish position. "Well—see! I told you there's a reason to be scared of drowning!" Then, to the capsule js: "Can't any of you swim?"
One of them looked ruffled. "No, it gets into our jets, obviously. Kirby's already told you that already, hasn't he? Besides, he's faking."
"What?"
"Faking drowning. It wouldn't be the first time."
"So... what do you normally do?"
Dryly: "Let him drown."