[It's awfully cold today. The clouds are a sheet of dull grey across the sky, any moment ready to bring the first snow of the year. As though summoning winter itself, the sound of wolf howls stretches across the forest
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[Well, maybe you were too close to shoot effectively, considering her gun was the size of small children. But she could still stick the butt of her rifle in your squishy soft face. Round pink demon thing, away.]
[More of this pity from a squishy talking orb. Wolf stood up briskly, giving Kirby a scrutinizing look. As non-threatening as it seemed, it resembled no lifeform she'd ever seen - and it could still have abilities or properties beyond her imagination.]
...By hopping right over to the person. Guns? What are those?]
Poyoyo, are you okay poyo?
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I'm fine.
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Poyoyo, really poyo? No one makes snow angels by themselves poyo. That's no fun poyo.
[Wrong type of concern, but he's worried anyways.]
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There are no angels here. Save your concern for the living.
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You're not living poyo?
[MORE FROWNY FACE GOES HERE.]
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It'd be impossible.
Explain yourself. What are you.
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Poyo... Well some people call me "pink ball," "pink balloon," and sometimes "Jigglypuff-lookalike" poyo. But I'm Kirby poyo!
[And then he realizes he hadn't gotten the person's name yet.]
What's your name, poyo?
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Pink Thing. My name is Sniper Wolf.
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Poyoyo... So why were you lying on the snow poyo?
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I was killed in battle. And I should have... remained, dead.
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...Are you not happy that you're alive again poyo?
[FROOOOOWN.]
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It was a fitting end. I was glad for such a death.
Pink thing, you do not understand. It demeans me to return like this.
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