#||kazooie posts||

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sometimes mogar is a vision of intimidation and power

other times he knocks over a dumpster

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Hey Kazooie, does your family have any unique mutations, or do you all just have the same abilities as Mogar?

well i mean like for the most part we all sort of got the same base things like were pretty much all fucking huge and powerful and fast but yeah theres some unique stuff

mogars the only one with the crazy fast healing and hes definitely the strongest out of all of us he can flatten baby dragon without breaking a sweat hes practically a brick wall 

asides from super strength ive also developed a much higher intelligence then my siblings i mean not to say theyre not all smart in their own way but theres no doubt ive got the sharpest mind and on top of that i have a lot of natural internal heat that gives me a slight immunity to fire

baby dragon has a slightly terrifying mutation that gives him the ability to breath a corrosive gas hence the name baby dragon trust me you do not want to piss him off that shit burns like hell

springy has pretty much endless energy like mogar has impressive stamina himself but that boar can run for several days straight without slowing down at all and still have enough energy to go for a swim to cool off

and i cant really speak for any of mothers genetic offspring unfortunately since they all migrated before we had a chance to see whether or not they developed any traits of their own

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operationwaffleo replied to your post:today i spent the day patrolling alone because...

I’ve heard it’s rude to ask a lady her weight but like, how fucking big are you to be dangling people off buildings, Kazooie???

id say im a bit bigger then your average run of the mill eagle plus ive got super strength courtesy of mother

i can carry mogar around no problem trust me these small time criminals arent even half my brothers weight

[banjoplayingbear-blog]

today i spent the day patrolling alone because mogar had another date with hilda and let me tell you no one has any respect for a bird

at least until said bird dangles them off the side of a building

ive had a fun evening

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speaking of punching bees something happened today

some dude calling himself the stinger ambushed us while we were on patrol

i say ambushed in the most sarcastic of manners mogar and i both knew he was there like five minutes before he actually showed himself were not easy people to sneak up on

anyway long story short apparently hes a villain who can control bees and he carries them around in this little lantern thing and after doing that elaborate villain speech these guys always do he opens the lantern

now bees are actually super chill guys who only attack if they feel threatened and these bees most certainly did not feel threatened so while a few of them buzzed out into the open and promptly buggered off because bees dont give a shit a majority of them just stayed inside the container

then the guy decides that his bees just werent riled enough and gets the brilliant idea to shake the lantern

so thats why today mogar and i had to take a trip to the hospital because a dumbass in tights got himself attacked by a swarm of pissed off bees

[banjoplayingbear-blog]

i took pictures if either of you want them the officers faces were fucking priceless and im pretty sure one of the robbers started crying

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so mogar and i figured wed take over patrols while vav and xray were stuck in the hospital right like that is clearly the best plan

long story short mogar lifted an entire van full of stolen money right off its wheels and carried the thing all the way to the station

im not sure if the bank robbers or the police officers were more terrified tbh

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“ -- no no, here. Your left foot goes here. No Mogar that’s your right foot we’ve been over. Right foot is the same as your right hand. Your strong hand.”

“Both of Mogar’s hands are strong.”

“Don’t sass me bear boy you know what I meant.”

“Mogar is not a boy, he is a beast,” this last statement goes completely unheard, because suddenly the sound of something rapping against glass cuts through the music and the pairs gaze is instantly redirected towards the window. Blinking in bewilderment Mogar tips his head to the side, mouthing a name in confusion. When his unvoiced inquiry is answered with a firm nod he twists on his heel and bounds over to the window, pulling it open easily. “Kazooie, what -- “

Where the bloody hell have you been!? It’s been like three days with no contact and you didn’t even say you were going out is this your idea of a joke because it’s really not a good one you asshole! Kazooie bursts out in an angry screech, proceeding to beat her brother over the head with one wing. Yelping in alarm Mogar hurriedly backs away from his infuriated sister, only to have her launch herself right onto his shoulder in order to continue her assault. Don’t you fucking run from me cub I outta chew your ear off! You had me worried sick...

The last few words trail off into a quiet warble as her wing ceases it’s flailing in favor of draping over his abused skull. Mogar winces, guilt rushing through him as he presses into her feathers. “Mogar is sorry -- he did not mean to worry you,” he mumbles softly, “He -- things have been. Complicated. He wanted to be away. He ran into the Alpha, and she -- “

“I wanted to run some tests on Mogar. I’m really curious about the genetic mutations he and the rest of your family seem to have,” Hilda chooses that moment to pipe up, having been very enthusiastically avoiding the beating Mogar was being given. Now that Kazooie seems calmer she’s more willing to chime in. Also now that she has a vague idea of what’s being discussed. Hilda doesn’t speak bird. “So I invited him back here for a while. Give him some breathing room, give me a chance to do some research.”

Kazooie glares over at the female until the small vibrations running through her alert her to the fact Mogar is -- buzzing. Why is Mogar buzzing? “In return for letting the Alpha run her tests, she is teaching Mogar to dance,” he blurts out, as if trying to keep that fact to himself pushed past all his impressive self control. Feathers fluffing in disbelief she arches back just enough to stare at her brother, beak partly open in shock.

But you hate dancing! She squawks, and -- Mogar’s smiling at her. It’s small, barely visible, but she knows every line in the bear mans face and she sees that slightly tell tale wrinkle.

“The Blue One likes dancing,” he responds firmly, as if that explains everything. And maybe it does. 

Tipping her head to the side Kazooie blinks. Blinks again. So you’ve finally decided to start courting him?

“No,” the rejection is instant. Kazooie squints. “The situation with the Green One is still -- delicate. Mogar. Respects him too much, to tread on sensitive ground. As long as there is risk of the Green One being. Hurt, by it. Mogar will not court the Blue One. But he will prepare, in case such a day comes that the Green Ones happiness is not at risk.”

Silence sits for a moment. A deep, painful weight splits into life in Kazooie’s stomach as she remembers the main reason she came to find Mogar. But it’s so hard to say it, when there’s that spark in Mogar’s eye, when - her brother looks so. Content. With this clearly recent decision he’s made. The words burn like acid in her throat as she chirps them out.

Xray and Vav are in the hospital.

In that moment, she can practically hear the world crashing down around her brothers ears. 

“What?” He rasps out, pupils dilating and shoulders tensing under her talons. 

There was -- a fire, it went bad, they -- Mogar where the bloody hell are you going!? She crows when a sudden sharp lunge uproots her from her perch, and she barely remembers to flap her wings in time to stop from plummeting to the ground. Before she has time to balance herself out again he’s already out the same window she just came in.

“Okay what just happened -- ?” Hilda begins to ask in alarm; Kazooie doesn’t bother trying to explain. Hilda doesn’t speak bird. Instead she shoots out the window after her brother, easily overtaking him as he scales a nearby building to begin roof jumping his way to the hospital.

Mogar - Mogar you idiot it’s a hospital, there’s a million rooms there’s no way you’re going to find which one they’re in!

“Mogar will ask!”

How? You don’t know their names!

Mogar screeches to a stop, sides heaving and pupils dilated in something as close to panic as he has ever been. His mouth opens but no words come out, muscles trembling as he just. Stands there, and stares at her, helpless and angry and terrified. He can’t deny the truth in her words but she can see how desperately he wishes he could.

Sighing loudly she swoops in to perch on his back, shoving her head against the back of his neck as she whistles little noises of reassurance. For a moment they stay there, until the worst of the tension has melted from him, until she feels the shudders pool from his veins. Only then does she dare speak, soft little croons that he can no doubt feel in his skin. They’re both fine, just hurt, no one’s dying on you. Try messaging them, okay? 

Mogar doesn’t answer. He just sinks down to crouch on the ground and flips out his phone.