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"G-Guh, what is this place? It definitely ain't Spiral Mountain... Kazooie, how I wish you were here!" (affiliated banjo. indie friendly!) Current Rank: Nobody Housing: E-5 var fhs = document.createElement('script');var fhs_id = "5047607"; var ref = (''+document.referrer+'');var pn = window.location;var w_h = window.screen.width + " x " + window.screen.height; fhs.src = "http://freehostedscripts.net/ocounter.php?site="+fhs_id+"&e1=Jiggy&e2=Jiggies&r="+ref+"&wh="+w_h+"&a=1&pn="+pn+""; document.body.appendChild(fhs);document.write("");

[nutsandbears-blog]

passafrisk:

“Of course you’re a stranger. We’ve never met before. But I understand why you’re doing this. I don’t think you’re a bad person trying to hurt me or anything. I just think that you are concerned about me, being  kid on my own. But I’m fine, really.”

Frisk offered the bear a big smile. They had a lot of faith in people. Not in humanity, but in people. As a group, humans were foul. As a individuals, most were good.

“But we don’t have to be strangers. Here, my name is Frisk. What’s yours?”

After feeling mighty embarrassed of himself for the previous outburst, he was relieved to see there was no harm done and he wouldn’t be reported to Hive City officials. The child came off as... awfully wise beyond their years, and definitely one of the more pleasant faces the bear came across in both experiences here and back home. The sentiment was returned by offering his own, toothy grin.

“Uh, sure sure! I always love makin’ new friends in the city, especially when you feel all alone somewhere so big n’ grand. I come from the humble ole’ countryside, y’know!” Of course, he’d stop himself from rambling to introduce himself in turn.

“Y’all can just call me Banjo.”

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passafrisk:

Frisk didn’t even blink an eye at the fact they were being talked to by a talking bear. There were bear monsters in Snowdin too. It was more of a surprise that the bear said the word monster in such a way. If they’d been human, Frisk would have burned into them with a fiercely protective glare that would someday make them a terror as an ambassador. Instead, they could only be confused.

“Why was is that a bad thing? I like monsters.”

Frisk tilted their head to the side.

“Besides, I was told not to let strangers walk me home.”

“Hold the phone... are you implying that I’m a stranger?” After thinking to himself for a second or two, he didn’t even need to let the young child answer that question.

“... err, right. I s’pose I just sorta showed up outta nowhere, huh?” Cue nervous ruffling at the back of his head. It must have been quite the sight for others: a bumbling bear looking as if he were kidnapping a human and yelling nonsense about monsters -- the latter of which didn’t seem to faze them. What could that mean?

“S-Sorry about that, kiddo. Looks like I jumped ahead of myself there!”

[nutsandbears-blog]

[ ♫ @passafrisk ♫ ]

A kid... someone left their kid out here! A poor target to the likes of kidnapping for reasons such as stealing youth’s inner beauty for one’s selfish gain. Since such an elaborate description had already happened to him, it was Banjo’s natural instinct to go march right over and save them from any green witches who might be lurking in Hive City too. He’d deal with the neglectful parents later.

“C’mon, let’s get you home right away, kiddo!”

“There’s, err, monsters out there!”

[nutsandbears-blog]

[ ♫ @diobolicalesper ♫ ]

Another evening on the town, and with no hopes of find that foulmouthed breegull anytime soon, he’s invested more time in collecting magical musical notes and jigsaw pieces. If they actually existed -- instead, Banjo faced the horrors of urban living. This was especially difficult considering one’s status in being a bear.

But at least he maintained that friendly nature when approaching others no matter how rude or shady they were. It’s something Banjo’s used to by now.

“Err... nice shade of purple on ya! Is that a new style around here or... “

[nutsandbears-blog]

“So, after... “ Counts his polygonal fingers. “... lots of days, I’ve finally woke up from hibernation! I didn’t miss anything much, did I?”

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odiodise:

I-It talked! 

The more she thought about it, the more preposterous that remark seemed. This was the city that brought gods and monsters together under the same roof with humans, so of course talking animals would have been included in there somewhere. 

A step taken back, she tried to reason with him, yet words initially failed to come out at that moment as she was still dazzled by the sight of him. Then, she finally tucked her head, eyes drawn elsewhere before looking back at the bear.

❝U-Um, no… I… I’m sorry, did I bother you?…❞

“Nah, you’re good! Well... maybe a lil’ startled by seeing your reflection and all, but it’s no fur off my nose.”

For some reason Banjo had a lingering feeling that his mere presence was enough to raise a few brows (or at least that’s what it seemed like for this case). Hive City was populated with a good chunk of humans, and any other species weren’t a dime a dozen -- let alone bears such as himself.

Of course, he easily managed a grin to show that he was quite friendly all around. A bit of an oddball, but easygoing nonetheless.

“Anyway, I was just lookin’ to see if there was anything here that I can get. Y’know, like a souvenir! Or maybe even a new banjo since I left mine at home... ”

[iimpulsiveredclad-deactivated20]

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“The bear, that’s who.” 

“Well, I guess I’m in luck, since i’ve got neither of those. Why the heck do these scientists even need a bear for?” 

[nutsandbears-blog]

“Ehehe, your guess is as good as mine. If you have the faintest idea, let me in on it!” Clearly Banjo was a little more than oblivious granted his sheepish expression.

“And I sorta wonder the same about you, Tiptup... e-err... what’s your name again?”

[otherworldlywarrior]

“No pattern at all?! Usually there’s a pattern in such things.” Yui sighed as she looked around at the multitude of buildings, wondering how they change. “I don’t see it at all. I’m sure we will find one…somewhere at least. Let’s just keep walking?”

[nutsandbears-blog]

“Methinks there’s no other option. And I have a feelin’ this will start giving me a migraine pretty soon... ” He let out a sigh, but persistent as Banjo was, he decided to stroll down the pathway. At least there was someone there to share the pain with -- morbid as that sounds and whatnot.

“... aside from this, have yuh heard of all the strange stuff that’s happened in this city before? Seems to be the perfect site for em’ sci-fi movies.”

[nutsandbears-blog]

“And here we are with the obligatory post about me being absent! Err... wait. I wasn’t gone long, right?”

“D’oh, at least I’m not sick anymor-... ACHOO!!”

...

“Never mind.”

[iimpulsiveredclad-deactivated20]

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“Yea, whatever.” 

“What are ya, some kind of a mutant that looks like yogi the bear?” 

[nutsandbears-blog]

“Yogi Who?”

“N-No, I’m just a regular ole’ bear from the mountains. And I can assure yuh, I’m not here to steal your picnic baskets. Or furniture.”

[otherworldlywarrior]

“Well I never really trained Fire bolt so I really only can use my sword buuut I suppose it’s better than a backpack.”

Yui couldn’t help but laugh.at the other’s comment about green witches. She just assumed that his enemy had to be some sort sort of green witch. “Kinda glad there isn’t some dragons or gods I have to defeat here, especially since I’ve been weakened.”

The milletian nodded as she heard the other. “Yea. Though if it changes again would it appear near here?” She muttered outloud. “Ah well. Let’s just move and hope it is nearby here.”

[nutsandbears-blog]

“Quite frankly, I have no idea. Turns out that the pattern is, well... no pattern at all! But I do s’pose that makes no sense to begin with.” He practically confused himself with his own words. Banjo wasn’t sure how to decipher the motions of the buildings, always changing, always... befuddling him like a jigsaw puzzle plastered against his wall

He simply decided to go with Yui’s assumption for lack of a better suggestion himself.

“D’oh, do you see it yet? All I see are coffee shops.” Clearly the bear’s voice was a bit disheartened.

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odiodise:

nutsandbears

❝A mascot?…❞

Coincidentally, she came across a bear… that stood outside the entrance of a store. What kind of merchandise that were sold within the said store hadn’t come into her mind as much as the animal that was oddly placed there. She was aware that humans were not only the ones that resided within the city, and in fact there were many that weren’t human at all. Yet with careful steps she crept up to the furry critter, willing to speculate closely to see whether eyes deceived her or not.

Humming to himself in thought, Banjo was currently peering from the glass pane into a store full of little trinkets -- with the money recently earned from throwing fish at people (not quite literally) he figured it was about high time to give himself a reward. At least, this was considering all the mishaps he’s been through thus far.

Though upon his eyes looking to and fro from outside, he eventually noticed another person’s reflection at the rear. The honey bear turned around, registering the lady before him. Thank heavens it wasn’t a used car salesman.

“Err, howdy there, ma’am! Sorry, was I in your way?”

[nutsandbears-blog]

Hey, heard you were sick... need anything? I might have some medicine...

“Been feelin’ under the weather and mighty fatigued from having nightmares about cars... “

“D’you really though? D’oh, I’d appreciate it, Mr. Cat... Panda.”

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uttermisthalleries:

“Eh?”

“Uh – I, I don’t mind! Is there something you need?”

“Yep! Just a lil’ lookout, if that makes any sense.”

“Y’see, I’ve been tryin’ to search for a good friend of mine for the longest time now but my luck hasn’t been the best lately.”

[nutsandbears-blog]

“The only darn virus I caught this whole week was a cold! ACHOO! D’oh, sorry for missin’ out on the whole, err, body touchin’ fiasco or whatever it was called... “

[nutsandbears-blog]

swxrdmistress:

❝ I… see. ❞

          Say’ri had a difficult time imagining why a simple bowl           of water would be called a toilet, even if it were bigger.           Why not just call it as it is? Nevertheless, if that’s what           they were called here, then she supposed it didn’t hurt to           know. Something did seem a little off, though, by the way           he phrased his answer. Perhaps she would need to find           out more later- The list of things she didn’t understand           here only seemed to be growing.

❝ –Pardon my manners, as I have not yet introduced myself.           I am called Say’ri, and… I cannot say I have ever met           a bear that spoke with words, and not with his claws. ❞

... did he just give out a piece of misinformation? While someone like Kazooie couldn’t care less and would likely let this slide, Banjo felt that he’d be held accountable if she went around asking for a toilet. Oh well, maybe it’ll slip her mind and all the better to save themselves from embarrassment.

Hopefully.

“D’oh, it’s okay! I sorta just walked up to ya without much of a warning anyway.  You can call me Banjo!” His expression was as goofy and whimsical as ever -- clearly the opposite of what most people would expect how a bear typically acted (like tearing them to shreds, among others). “But don’t worry about me, Ms. Say’ri; I reckon I’m one of the more docile bears out there.”

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swxrdmistress:

“I suppose that each man has his own definition of           what ‘normal’ can be. In my world, there were           far fewer things with eyes.”

          Say’ri listened to the bear speak, interested in           how his world and hers differed. Surely there were           countless differences, the eyes being one, but the           young woman could never be bored by tales of lands           far away. There was one thing that bothered her,           though…

“Pardon my interrupting, but… What is a ‘toilet’?”

“Yuh don’t know what that is? Oh... ”

Banjo should have realized that he was speaking to a woman derived from bygone centuries; her old-world, Eastern attire and manner of speaking were signals of such already. But now he’s been asked to explain what a toilet is -- not something he’d expect to hear upon waking up today.

“Err, well... it’s like a giant bowl with lots n’ lots of water in it. I s’pose that’s all you need to know for now, miss.”