27 December 2016
...Merry late Christmas? It is TechnoClaus.
Unsaid but screaming is a good distraction tactic in fierce battles.
Meow (guest): ...Meow is adorable. (laughs)
43: Scouting
of danger that includes everyday entertainment structures.
"Kirby, I appreciate the fact that you trust me enough to bring me along to a 'world-changing location' and that you trust in my abilities more than Great King does and that I was the first person to come to your mind when you needed help, but…"
"Band-Aid, your loyal tirade warms me to the heart. Tell me anything!"
"I'm. Uh. Scared of clowns."
During one of Bandana Dee's patrols, Kirby had sprung out of a bush like a jack in the box and snagged him by the back of his blue bandana, which also happened to be something akin to his skin. Bandana Dee had two seconds to scream before the somehow-a-hero claimed he received permission from the Great King of Greatest Kings to drag the first-in-command of the almighty waddles. It shut Bandana Dee up until they arrived, just having emerged from a less-than-friendly forest, and then Bandana Dee was close to screaming again.
What currently stood before them was a tattered, red-and-white tent with a telltale clown face structure as the cherry on top.
Glancing over it nonchalantly, Kirby just commented, "A lot of people are."
True. But. Well. "I am exceptionally so."
When Bandana Dee saw Kirby approaching the death tent like it wasn't probably full of chainsaws and butcher knives, he suppressed a gurgle and followed after on the tips of his feet. When they were a few footsteps away from the flap of the tent, Bandana Dee finally choked out, "I don't think it's a good idea."
Tilting his head like he didn't understand—he definitely didn't—Kirby turned around. "Why?"
Almost squawking at Kirby's loud voice, in a frenzy, Bandana Dee placed a stub over where his mouth would be and the other was flailing around like a bird about to be mowed over. "Do you even know what's inside the tent?"
"No. That's why I'm gonna find out."
"Why."
Huffing in absurdly clear annoyance, Kirby turned fully around to face Bandana Dee, brows angled downwards disappointingly. Bandana Dee would recognise this expression anyway, and he dreaded it. It was a sign from the heavens and Kirby himself that a deliberately long tangent of nothing worth listening to was about to descend.
"Because that's what heroes do, Bandana Dee. All my life all I've ever been doing is floating around in t he universe saving worlds. Correct. Not just this world, but multiple. Many worlds. I wouldn't be able to count them all. And how many times? Lots. It's only my heroic intuition that was built off heroic hero adventures that tells me that every single circus place that I see needs to be investigated. Because, trust me, every circus house I've been in has only lead to progress in my adventure. You can find all sorts of weird things. Like star pieces or ship parts or whatever. So. By entering circuses, you can. Only. Profit."
"Okay," Bandana Dee agreed immediately. Not because he understood, just because he didn't want Kirby to go on even longer. Circuses were doughnut holes to Kirby, indeed.
Then something with absurdly colourful cheeks stuck its head out from the flap of the tent.
"Hm? Wuzz going on here? Are you guyz cuzto—"
Bandana Dee's scream was accompanied by the quick thrust of his spear.