2 January 2017
...It is TechnoDee who accidentally added salt to her coffee instead of sugar.
Please pass me a bottle of red ink.
School reopens tomorrow so I don't know about the update schedule. The beautiful update consistency is unique to this author only.
Meow (guest): Steel-types are the only important ones.
In the games, Kirby's favourite food is tomato. In the anime, it's watermelon. Their insides are both red. One plus one equals three.
Everything in Kirby has a soul.
(I'm not sure how to respond to your review on the oneshot but I Will Find A Way.) Curiously—how many languages do you know? (Apart from Cat-ish.)
This is being translated into Chinese by DAYLIGHT0401! IT'S SUPER COOL. M HYPERVENTILATING. SINCE YESTERDAI The translation is being posted on baidu as of now—I'll post the link on my profile (mostly for posterity because I don't believe many Chinese people would be reading this English fic.)
Here are my children. Wrote just a lil but I hope you get their personalities. They're my second favourites. No group will ever best my Minion orphans. ...Did I ever have any females in this story..? I'm usually not pressed for time but towards the ending I was.
45: Juicing
of broccoli and car-fodder.
"Thanks for always picking Bandana Dee up. You guys are super fast."
"No prob! He's funny! He starts screaming a lot when we're in the air. I think he's really excited 'cause he normally can't fly on his own."
"No, De, I don't think that's why he screams."
"Then, why does he scream, Do?"
The seven capsule js were something like an anomaly around Dream Land. Some thought they were special sorts of mechanised birds when they were in their V-formation in the skies. Some thought they were UFOs. Some thought they were superstitions (and scoffed pretentiously). None were really quite wrong as they were right but it made little sense to the capsule js themselves. Thankfully, they had only heard one or two sentences about the public's rumours of them.
Kirby kept them safe like mechanised chicks.
"Don't ask stupid questions," Da snapped, cloth squeaking as it rubbed against the green eye shield. Instead of reacting offendedly, De squawked with laughter and plucked off her own eye shield.
"Don't be rude," Do chided lightly.
A petrol station had been abandoned along the outskirts of the village the castle overlooked simply because business hadn't been going well. A result of not being as developed as Kirby knew some other cities were. The wandering (hobo) capsule js settled down into the petrol station as their new home—and it wasn't like anyone was about to chase them out of an abandoned. Petrol. Station.
Kirby was insane and could probably make bombs out of potatoes but he was still a very good cook with a capital G. A capsule j's diet was strange but nothing the pink hero couldn't deal with. (What could he not deal with?) Besides, shortly after he had befriended the king—although Dedede would never on the pain of death admit it—he had gotten Dedede to set up part of the petrol station back for the capsule js' survival.
Not that Kirby ever told them that.
He kept them safe like mechanised chicks.
Really.
"Di," Kirby sung. (If Bandana Dee were around, he'd have described the sound as one of those songs you'd play at a funeral.) "What colours does Du like again?"
The capsule j glanced up at Kirby for a brief second only to get one of his cheeks pulled by one of the twins—Dio and Deo. Still being children, they were considerably smaller but being twins had its perks when it came to pulling pranks, regardless of size.
"Green!" Di yelped back. "Deo, don't—ow, don't jab my eye with a pencil!"
Kirby hummed, choosing to ignore the babysitter of the twins. Green was for broccoli. Into the blender that went, then. Maybe one litre of gasoline? Maybe just half of that.
"How do you like my specially blended broccoli petrol concotion, Du? I don't think it's better than bread juice, but for some reason you guys really like gasoline."
"Because we're capsule js!" Da called out irritably.
The dumb Du could only roll his eye and ignore how feces-looking that juice was beginning to look.