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Post by Azrael/Iris on Jan 13, 2016 17:42:24 GMT -6
The sun was just starting to rise, the crisp and cool morning air mixed with the hot climate of the swamp and created a thick fog. Either only the very brave or the very stupid would venture out during this time.
Perhaps even the very desperate?
Azrael was none of these things. Being a drifter, he was able to take care of himself. He made money being a exorcist mostly. (Hyrule and Termina both were filled with spirits due to the amount of war that both countries waged)
The desert monk wasn't here to exorcise at all. In fact, he was doing something very uncharacteristic of himself.
Several days ago he had taken shelter in the Clock Town Inn. Nothing too strange as he usually rented a room there when he had to spend a lot of time either in Clock Town or in Termina itself. (he had actually exorcised the being that haunted their restroom and so he gets free lodging in return) Back on the topic at hand... Azrael had overheard a couple of hunters discussing a rumored temple dedicated to his order that had been erected in the swamp some centuries ago and had been lost to time due to war and civil war between the Deku tribes of the swamp before they were united under one banner under the Deku Monarchy.
The monk shivered as he pulled his hood up over his head, the swamp was unusually cold for this time of year. Everything was unusual it seems. He shrugged it off and reached into his sack and pulled out a black lantern, turning a knob on the side and a purple light appeared within the lamp. He grinned slightly and held the lantern up, the purple light pierced the fog as he trudged forward.
His red sheikah eyes scanned the limited view in front of him as he trudged through the swamp.
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Post by Argoth/Maximus on Jan 13, 2016 18:54:31 GMT -6
Anaius sat on the lowest branch of an enormous willow tree, his body slumped back against its thick trunk. A cloth bandana rested over his eyes and his left leg hung down over the swamp, the other propped up on the branch. His breathing was slow and it was apparent that he was sleeping, albeit not for much longer. The sun was peeking over the horizon and Anaius always instinctively awoke just before sunrise. A relic of his childhood at the orphanage. Just as the first rays of sunshine cascaded over the willow, Anaius slowly reached up and dragged the bandana from off his eyes. The air was cool and refreshing, but it brought about an onslaught of dense fog that Anaius' vision could not penetrate. He sucked a breath of crisp morning air into his lungs and smiled, "Ahhhh," he exhaled. The mornings in the swamp were always so serene, it was the night you needed to survive. Anaius stretched his arms and legs and sat upright. His bare feet dangled over the willow branch, only inches from the muddy swamp. The eyelid of his left eye began to twitch incessantly, and Anaius brought a hand up to curb the annoyance. He rubbed vigorously over his eye for several seconds before something off in the distance of the fog peaked his curiosity.
A dim purple light barely broke through the fog.
Huh, Anaius thought, interesting. A few moments later (when he managed to get his twitching eye to stop) he hopped off the willow branch, sliding his feet into the muck. "I wonder who that is," Anaius pondered aloud to himself as he slowly trudged through the swamp and over to the anomaly.
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Post by Azrael/Iris on Jan 13, 2016 19:14:23 GMT -6
Azrael paused and he stared forward.
Did he hear a voice? Did it belong to the living... or the dead?
He knew that the swamp had taken many lives. Whether they were lost travelers or slaughtered soldiers. The swamp was ripened with the dead.
The desert monk's free hand rested on the hilt of his sword and he took another step forward, his boots sloshing through the muck that dominated the landscape.
"Speak. Be you spirit, human, deku or beast." he called out. His red eyes narrowing as he got into a battle ready stance, he would not let whatever it was that claimed the fog as it's home to take him by surprise.
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Post by Rii/Thell on Jan 14, 2016 23:30:34 GMT -6
Swamps were not the greatest for instruments. At least, not wooden ones that were highly sensitive to temperature changes, humidity, the lack thereof, and so forth. So, quite frankly, swamps were not the greatest for the greatest instruments, and therefore quite detestable. At least usually. But Ozzy was not to be swayed. For one, she knew legends like nobody's business, because it really was nobody's business but her own. She had to know all the good stories so she could play all the good songs or, if there were no good songs to be had, write all the good songs and then play them. Yes, Ozzy considered herself rather… good at her business. Marvelous really. Yes, marvelous was a better word, truly. Good just had the benefit of being a rather solid, single syllable word. Anyway, Ozzy was marvelous at doing her business of musical theatrics and spreading of folk lore and legends. In fact, she'd demand a raise if that wouldn't drive away the people that were throwing rupees at her feet.
Right. Anyway, where was she?
Oh, of course, in the swamp. She was remembering that she was there because, for one, she was a teller of legends, and what sort of storyteller would she be if she hadn't experienced first hand exactly what the Hero had all those years ago, donning masks and slaying skulltulas and being guided around blasted, watery, absolutely-no-good-for-her-blessed-fiddle swamps on rental boats.
For two, she had a lust for nothing less than danger and adventure, and perhaps a flare for competition. Ozzy was determined to play everywhere in the world, particularly places that no other people had dared to play in. Surely no one would think to bring their instruments to such a horrid place to play except her. It was quite possible that Ozzy was thinking too highly of herself, but it was too late. She was already gallivanting through the swamp. Or, at the very least Ozzy was meandering about at a rather slow pace through the swamp with her fiddle tucked safely in its sleek leather case strapped to her back. And she was doing all of this alone because dear uncle Cadven had insisted she maybe go somewhere by herself for a change. Something about being an adult, needing time to think. Ozzy wasn't exactly sure what his reasoning precisely was, or if she should be offended that he refused to come with her, or if her violin was going to survive this little excursion. But she was certain that if she kept going she would either encounter some dangerous monster - wouldn't that be exciting - or fellow travelers (Termina and Hyrule seemed to be filled with those) and then, by definition, Ozzy would no longer be alone. Then, using her undeniable charm and wit, she'd get them to follow her around the swamp looking for the least-risky place to take out her violin, because surely they had nothing else better to do with their time.
Yes, Ozzy essentially had the whole day planned, and maybe it wasn't too presumptuous of her considering that, as she had indeed predicted, she heard voices of - hopefully - fellow travelers.
"Speak. Be you spirit, human, deku, or beast."
The question was probably not directed at her. How could it be? After all, he wasn't even facing her. But let it not be said that Ozzy wasn't good at getting people's attention.
"Wow. That's gripping. Very commanding and refined, like some sort of gatekeeper," Ozzy offered. "Oh, and I suppose the answer to that is human."
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Post by Kadina on Jan 15, 2016 16:28:55 GMT -6
A silver mist settled thickly atop the boggy marsh. The occasional belch of a swamp frog met with the chirp of insects, some small yet deadly.. others large and carnivorous.
The Southern Swamp wasn't for the feint of heart, what with its poisonous waters and what not. It took a person of very thick skin to make it out alive. Literally. The deku were among few of the wetland's intelligent and functional inhabitants – as opposed to a select few humans that made residence here for Nayru only knows why – that could withstand the harsh conditions of the land. If it wasn't any of those crazy bastards, the only people roaming these parts could only be those who were up to no good.
Enter Kadina sloshing through the muck and the mud with a scowl on her face.
"Tits, it's cold! Humph." (not that she had to let her tits know. They knew.) She wrapped her cloak tight around her body and crossed her arms with agitation as she trudged onward.
The mischievous miscreant was returning from a night of profiling the Deku Palace. For centuries, the Deku natives concealed themselves from the world, and Kadina thought it time to find out what the secretive society was hiding for themselves within such guarded walls.
It hadn't been easy.
Just 10 hours ago, she had climbed her way up a rocky cliffside near the palace battling baba and swatting gnats the entire way only to set up camp and become the tastiest of human buffets for every goddess-damned mosquito in a 200 mile radius. She had been prepared for the profiling part (notebook, writing utensil, telescope, tasty snacks) but not so much the swamp itself.
There was no way in Hyrule nor Termina's green kingdoms she'd be able to make it through another night without protection from the flying blood-suckers. And so, as she took the last of her notes, she decided it wise to pay a visit to the witch in the deep woods. Kadina was unsure what the hag specialized in, but surely she had some sort of concoction that could help. Perhaps a paste if not a spell that could defer the nuisance for another two nights.
"You'd think, since nobody but those bark baring Deku live out here..." She swatted her hand in the air targeting yet another mosquito. "That there wouldn't be any fucking mosquitos..." Angrily, she climbed over an enormous and protruding root of a tree and splashed down into the swamp water with a frustrated grunt. "But I guess they're just too stupid..."
-swat-
"To find their food..."
-swat-
"Where it's plentiful!"
-SWAT-
Suddenly, a deku baba was popping out of the bank and clattering its deadly incisors mere centimeters from her face trying to get its share. Except, it didn't want a bite. It wanted the whole damn buffet, and Kadina wasn't having its shit. She stared expressionless at it, her teeth clenched together as her eyes narrowed in pure judgement and annoyance. It was like sitting in the splash zone at a Zora underwater circus show. The baba was drenching her in saliva as it chomped its mouth open and closed like an excited buildog. Meaty remnants and tufts of fur from its last victim, whatever it was, were wedged between its fangs and its breath smelt like that of a thousand rotting corpses. Kadina pulled her dagger from its sheath, extended it over her head, and slammed it down into the bulbous cranium of the ravenous flora. It writhed with the last of its fleeting life then fell limp. The rogue held the hilt of the dagger, lifted the sole of her mud-caked boot to the creature's head, then pressed down yanking her dagger out with a little bit of a twist and jimmying motion to aid in dislodging it.
Seconds later, the shaft of the baba's body slowly hardened and turned to a type of petrified wood. Kadina whacked its head off with her blade and gripped the staff to pull it from its collared base and use it as a walking stick. Much needed for such slippery terrain.
As she trekked along the winding roots and murky waters of the strange bayou, she noticed in the foggy distance a peculiar purple light. Could it have been a poe? She had only know purple flames to be those of spirits. She heard the splashing of water nearby and crouched slightly as she looked around with alertness.
There was a young gentleman. He was going towards the light and growing ever closer to her own proximity. He seemed out of place here.
THWWWACK!
The end of the deku stick swatted against the man's chest, not forcefully enough to knock him over, but enough to stop him in his tracks and possibly knock a little wind out of him.
"Are you an idiot?" She said in a hushed tone peering at him, the staff still held to his chest. He appeared close to her age, but perhaps not as experienced in dangerous situations. He was taller, yet that didn't seem to intimidate her much. "Don't answer that. Of course you are. You're here." She jerked her head away from a nearby swarm of gnats. "Do you have any idea what that is?" Kadina's dark stormy eyes looked into his piercingly from below her hood. Her tanned desert skin made her too seem far out of place. Thin shafts of light miraculously found their way through the thick canopy overhead as the morning dawn began to peek through.
"If that's not the purple flame of a spirit, I don't know what it is. I'd advise you to proceed with a little more caution." She removed the staff and held her index finger to her lips signaling him to keep quite and gestured for him to follow her lead. With as much stealth as one could manage in the squishy sloshy swamp, Kadina crouched low and continued toward the light leading the man on a path slightly more covert than just prancing into the unknown.
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Post by Azrael/Iris on Jan 18, 2016 18:17:59 GMT -6
Azrael lowered his blade slightly and inched forward, raising the lantern outwards as two figures came into view. One was taller and male and the other was shorter and female.
"Kadina? Is that you?" He whispered, the lantern shined brightly near his face. His skin was usually near the shade of tan that Kadina's was... but... now it was ghostly white. His red eyes still were a bright red, but, it seemed there were now hollow and sunken. Giving his face the appearance of a skull.
His black and white hair fell over the sides of his face and did not cover his vision. His hand still gripped tightly on his sword as he awaited an answer.
Why did he move forward without confirming their identities? Of course, it sounded like Kadina. But, evil spirits were notorious for masking their identities. They were able to read their potential victims minds and pick out their friends and family. But... only powerful spirits could do that. Even more powerful ones could even take on their forms. Desert monks were trained to be able to mentally block out all of these attacks unless it came from a very powerful wizard or demon. (Ganondorf is a prime example)
Azrael's mental state wasn't very steady at this time. He was paranoid and suffered from insomnia. It seemed that everything and everyone was crowding around him and threatening to harm him or his loved ones. It was a side effect of their training and was kept in check by monthly meditation in one of the temples.
Even though the Spirit Temple was now a breeding ground for monsters and sorceresses and the temple he had called home was destroyed; Azrael was able to meditate in graveyards and in the Shadow Temple to gain the same results.
He was going insane and he had no idea as to why this was happening even though he had kept up with his meditation.
Whispers of a forgotten temple dedicated to the spirits and to the monks that guarded the veil between the realms laid deep within the swamp in Termina. It was rumored to have been erected by the Twili many centuries ago. (It's also the rumored birth place of Majora's Mask)
Seeing no other option... Azrael knew he had to seek this temple out.
His eyes glared at "Kadina" and the male figure. Doubting their identities as humans with each passing second. The madness that was like a blanket, surrounding him with those seconds as well.
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Post by Argoth/Maximus on Jan 19, 2016 10:53:25 GMT -6
The thud of the stick on his chest startled Anaius to the point where he jumped slightly. Then his surprise turned instantly to curiosity. Another person in the swamp? Hm. He hadn't seen anyone in days and now all of a sudden two show up out of the blue, interesting. After regaining some of his composure (and breath) he turned his attention to the strange woman holding the stick against his chest. "Foolish maybe, but an idiot I think not. My curiosity does sometimes get the better of me, however, but I assure you that I can take care of myself." He said all of this with a bright smile directed at the stranger. He knew she meant well, even if he hadn't confirmed it by touching her.
The smell of the swamp was beginning to worsen as the sun cooked the sludge beneath their feet, and Anaius scrunched his nose a little against the stench. No matter how long he stayed out here he could never get used to the smell. A voice seemingly coming from the direction of the purple light asked another question. Anaius hadn't any time to answer the first question the mysterious character asked him because a stick was slammed into his sternum, knocking any potential response right out of him. This time the voice asked if one of them was a person named "Kadina" which he instantly related to the woman holding the stick.
"I wonder.." he thought aloud, not really paying attention to this "kadina," if that is indeed who the voice suspected her to be. Since she had used a stick to touch him, Anaius had no way of accessing her mind, so in light of this he placed a single finger on her forehead. It's only fair he thought, she smacked him with a stick.
The very moment he touched the woman's forehead a relatively jolting shock coursed down his fingertip and cascaded down his arm. It tore through his torso like a serrated knife, inflicting pain that made his eyes begin to water and his muscles tense. Despite this obvious deterrent, he kept his finger right where it was. Damn his curious nature. Instantaneously images and memories began pouring into his mind. This woman (whom he had now confirmed as being Kadina) had experienced a plethora of things. It was almost too much for Anaius to sift through, and the constant pain from the shock wavered his focus to the point where it was getting increasingly difficult to retrieve information. His eyebrows went up as he realized just how dangerous she was, and just how many of her friends were as well. He would not want to make an enemy out her. As he sifted through her memories he repeatedly heard the voice (or something pretty damn close) to the one that belonged to the man with the purple lantern. It didn't take him more than a couple milliseconds to retrieve that this voice was someone she knew.
He released his finger from her forehead sooner than he would have liked, but the electric shock was beginning to take its toll on him. When he released his finger the shock subsided and he let out an exhale of relief. Even though it was only a brief touch it never took him long to absorb all he needed. After taking a few moments to collect himself (the surprise from Kadina's shock had him slightly jumbled) Anaius cocked an eyebrow at Kadina,"That was quite unusual. How is it that you do that?" Remembering the man with the lantern he shifted his attention back to the figure with the light, "Yes," he spoke for her, "She is in fact the one you know as Kadina. And if I understand correctly your voice sounds like someone she knows as Azrael?"
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Post by Kadina on Jan 20, 2016 15:24:20 GMT -6
As Kadina glided through the swamp shooting the gaps between trees and occasionally hiding behind them, she realized just how bizarre the whole thing was. What were the chances that she'd be running into another human at such an early hour in such a deadly place? Then again, these things happened to her all the time. She really shouldn't have been that surprised.
Her curiosity had eliminated her natural distrust of others, but to be fair, this man didn't seem the least bit threatening. However, Kadina should know better than anyone that people aren't always what they seem. Perhaps she couldn't get her thoughts of the purple light out of her wandering mind long enough to assume such dangers of the one following behind her. Foolish.
Suddenly, as they neared the purple haze, a figure began to form a grim silhouette against the fog and there was another close by.
"Is that... ?"
"Kadina?"
Enough of the hiding, Kadina stepped out to greet her old friend, but was unpleasantly shocked by his appearance.
"Goddesses, old friend. You look like the reaper... er.. no offense."
Suddenly, Kadina felt a jolt of electricity travel up through her body to a focus point where the stranger she had invited along was sticking his finger to her forehead without consent! How dare he! After the initial shock, images of memories flickered through her mind like an old projector. Some of them were blurry, but she saw so many faces, the faces of her friends. She relived their adventures and struggles. She relived near-death experiences she would have rather forgotten about. She heard Max's laughter and saw Eldrin's smile. She saw Artie and Sky, Torak and Argoth, Blade and Iona. She saw blood and battle. She even saw Kitty and a face of a zora whom she didn't recognize... Her healer!
Kadina, skittish as a fox, leaped back while knocking his hand away with the staff and then held him back at the shaft's end in a defensive stance. Her brows bent inward in confusion as her heartbeat raced from a sudden rush of adrenaline. "WHAT DO YOU THINK YOU'RE DOING, CREEP?!"
He seemed to be confounded by the electrocution and curious to know more, but Kadina was in no position to tell secrets.
"She is in fact the one you know as Kadina. And if I understand correctly your voice sounds like someone she knows as Azrael?"
"Hey!" She barked (sounding rather manly) and beat the stick on the ground to emphasize her outrage yet immediately returned to pointing it at the man. "Did you peek my thoughts?! Those things are very private, sir! And not at all rated for the likes of you...you... fruitcake..." She appeared to be fumbling and out of sorts, but enough of that shit. "Alright who the hell are you and who is she?" Kadina, feeling frustrated with words and unable to think of a good insult, disengaged the staff only momentarily pointing it at Ozzy before staking it in the ground at her side and transferring a free hand to her hip with as much sass as she could muster in her state of confusion. "Are you working together? Is this some sort of a co-op? You can't just go around TOUCHING PEOPLE!!" She was now flailing her hand around to embellish her disapproval. "... And.. and stealing their thoughts with your weird voodoo rapistry!" Rapistry? Again, words.
Wait a second.... stealing thoughts, eh? Suddenly, it was like a firework went off in her brain. A man that can steal information with a single touch of the skin, huh? Now that was useful.
She gathered herself.
"I'm sorry." The bandit released what seemed to be a scoff of embarrassment then suddenly smiled at the man. "How rude of me." She clicked her tongue and held her hand to her chest dramatically as if to apologize with real sincerity from the the very bottom of her sweet, sweet heart. "I'm sure you meant no harm. What did you say your name was?" She held her hand out to shake his for a formal introduction but remembered what happened the last time he had touched her so she slowly retracted it and batted her lashes while smiling nervously like an idiot. "Uuuh... I think once was quite enough." She cleared her throat and scratched the back of her neck with the hand she had offered the stranger.
"And the lass?" Kadina looked over at Ozzy. She was a shorter female than herself but had a flair of spunk to her. Kadina could see she had a violin on her back. What in Termina was a minstrel doing in the swamp? She couldn't possibly have played at the palace. The deku would never let the likes of a human in.
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Post by Rii/Thell on Jan 20, 2016 23:51:52 GMT -6
Ozzy was starting to wonder if some sort of joke was being played, perhaps one of the goddesses decided that maybe it should be said that Ozzy wasn't good at getting people's attention. She felt the urge to distract the travelers mid meet-and-greet, but once the ball started rolling it seemed it was going to take something truly unique to stop it. In this instance, the young woman named Kadina getting touched by the person next to her. Evidently thought stealing occurred, whatever that implied. Ozzy would have to take note when she wrote a tune in honor of her crazy swamp adventure. From there on Kadina was rather loud - louder - and forward, and observant enough to finally notice that Ozzy was standing a few feet behind this man with the purple lantern - Azrael, was it not? Whomever that was. He had a very unique appearance, that much was true. Though he didn't seem quite… on top of his game.
She grinned, dipping into a bow. "Ozristes by the books. But Ozzy by trade," she greeted brightly, righting herself with a clean snap of her wrists. "Can't say I'm working with either of them, though. Not that the purple lantern and thought reading trick aren't noteworthy of course, but my only partner-in-crime skipped out on this particular adventure. And according to mind-reader over here, you're Kadina? And this man with the noteworthy lantern. Azrael?"
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Post by Azrael/Iris on Jan 21, 2016 12:38:31 GMT -6
Azrael's eyes widened as Kadina jumped back and pointed the end of the shaft at the tall male.
Kadina wasn't an evil spirit, he had deduced that much now. This was truly his old friend.
But, he couldn't say the same for the male. Sword raised again he rushed forward and pointed the blade at the man's neck. His jugular to be precise.
"Evil spirit of the swamp. You attacked one of my friends. I shall remove you from this earth. May you find peace." he mumbled.
"... and the lass?"
Azrael's hood had fallen around his shoulders when he had moved at the pace of death to strike down the "evil spirit."
"What lass?" he whispered, turning around and lowering his blade and noticing a female. Slightly shorter than Kadina.
"Ozzy?" he repeated under his breath and bowed his head in return.
"I apologize for noticing you sooner, friend."
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Post by Eldrin/Vai on Jan 27, 2016 22:08:39 GMT -6
"This is why you don't trust fortune tellers, Eldrin!"
"How was I supposed to know?! She had those eyes!"
"You weren't even looking at her eyes!"
"I did too... once or twice... the rest was... pretty distracting."
"Yeah, well, because of that pair of tits, you're knee deep in swamp water, and you've probably got disentery."
"It wasn't just the tits! She had a nice ass too... and I don't have disentery! I had Gerudo food for breakfast."
"Fuck it! Let's just find this treasure and get the hell out of here! What did the hack say again?"
"The answers ye seek have yet to be found, first ye must find the medium of their discovery. A young tome, ancient knowledge, marked by the Goddess, blue as the sea, in the home of the Deku it awaits you."
"Right, so a book... a blue book. Young, or new. Filled with ancient knowledge. So, like a newly transcribed copy of an older text. And hell if I know what blessed by the Goddess means."
"It means it'll be easier to find. This lil' backpiece Ayishe was kind enough to curse us with should burn if we get near anything 'blessed'... so we'll know it when we find it."
"Then how do we carry it back, if we get a little dose of divine sadism every time we touch it?"
"Easy. It's probably not unattended... Most likely, some monk took like a solemn vow or whatever to guard it with his life. So..."
"So... we kidnap the fucker, and make him carry this holy book."
"Exactly."
But first, he had to get through this godsforsaken swamp. He had pretty much given up on swatting away mosquitos, and upon tripping into chest high water, had actually acquired a pet. A leech had latched on to his nipple and was getting its vampire on like it was the end of the world. He had plucked the cheeky little bastard off and had placed it on his cheek for a more comfortable ride.
Honestly the swamp, and its stench and critters, were the least of his concern. With every step, the searing pain on his back increased exponentially. At first, it had been the dull sting of a sunburn, prickling at the edges of his tattoo... but it had quickly excellerated into the impression of wicked flames cooking the skin of his back. He could almost imagine the stench of burning flesh, though he knew he wasn't really burning. Like most divine intervention, this was a bit more of a head trick than anything. He wasn't on fire, or even burning. His nerves were being manipulated by the holy magic of the tattoo, coerced into screaming with pain. The funny thing was, the knowledge that the pain wasn't real didn't help at all. In fact, it was driving him a tad crazy. Well... crazier...
By the time he heard the commotion ahead of him, he was swinging wildly at the sky, cursing the goddesses. The sound of voices snapped him back to reality. The hard determination that had pushed him on through his shit show of a life set in. His mismatched eyes narrowed, and his left glowed a little redder. His fingers twitched, then curled into a fist. And of course... he smiled.
When he caught sight of the group ahead of him, his smile widened, not in the alarming way he used to freak out marks... but in a genuine sort of way. It was an almost pleasant look, if such a word could be used to describe the thief. Azrael, his beloved cousin. The monk was distant of course, always meditating on death and the afterlife... but Eldrin didn't really care. He was literally Eldrin's only family, and an old friend to boot. He could look past the fact that ninety percent of his time spent with Azrael, the monk was off in his own, deader, world. Plus, the monk had saved his hide on more than one occasion. And then there was Kadina, his partner in crime, his best friend, his tovah. Together, they had been responsible for about half of the crime rates in Termina and Hyrule. Their bounties were both sky-high, and there was a bonus in it if you caught them as a pair. At the moment, she appeared to be chatting up the rather tall lad with blue eyes and... bare feet? Gross. Probably a mark... though god knows what he had that she wanted. He looked pretty broke to Eldrin. And then there was the other girl, younger than him, not bad on the eyes. She had a look about her, one he recognized well... the look of someone looking to score and quick buck, or maybe a fortune. There was something else as well, confidence, the sort that came with talent. Perhaps a bit too much confidence, in fact. It wasn't an altogether unappealing trait, but definitely a dangerous one. Especially dangerous for him, as she was his next mark...
"Tsk, tsk, dear cousin, she's not the one you should've noticed earlier." Eldrin's knife preceded his voice by half a second, whizzing between Kadina and the weird guy. It was a custom of the cousins for Eldrin to make some sort of small attempt on the monk's life. In vain, of course. The thief paid no mind to whether or not the knife met its mark in Azrael's face... he knew the answer. When he stepped into the light of the lantern, it wasn't from the point where he had thrown the knife, but next to the minstrel. "Nice list, darling... however, you might have missed one." He took her hand and bowed with overdramatic zeal. "Eldrin, at your disposal, Miss Ozristes." He said, planting a slight, pecking kiss upon the back of her hand before releasing it. He pronounced 'Miss' as 'miz', mainly because he thought it went better with her odd name.
As he straightened up, he flashed Kadina a simple, quick hand sign. It meant "anonymous". They used the anonymous sign for many things, to say that they had no idea who someone was, to warn each other to not use names... but this time, given context, the meaning was clear. "We don't know each other." This way, neither of their marks would be suspicious. It was pretty odd for old friends to just run into each other in a swamp... weird enough to scare off strangers.
"Miss Ozristes neglected to mention your name, so who might you be?" he asked, addressing the man standing next to Kadina.
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Post by Kadina on Feb 1, 2016 17:58:37 GMT -6
Kadina's eyes widened in surprise as a knife came whizzing past her face between her and the mind-reader. It was preceded by a familiar voice. One of a confident and flirtatious tone, most likely spoken with a smirk. Every word, vowel, and timbre was radiating with charisma. Kadina's shock dissolved into a wry smile as she turned to look where the knife had come from, but no one was there. Her lips parted slightly in confusion as she began to look around. Suddenly, her devious comrade was grabbing hold of Ozzy's hand and planting a kiss there on.
Classic Eldrin.
He was a womanizer capable of charming the blouse off of any maiden, married or otherwise. Kadina rolled her eyes but couldn't resist a display of amusement tuckered in the corners of her mouth. She knew exactly what he was up to.
When he finally stood and turned around, she saw his face for the first time since his arrival and flinched back in horror. Was that a leech?! It almost distracted her from catching his hand sign, but it was already too late for anonymity. Twinkle toes had already scoured her mind and robbed it of information.
Also, if this Miss Osristes was a mark, his sex appeal for seductive strategy was fucked by the blood sucking slug leeching to the side of his face. Not that the rest of his technique didn't make up for it, but it didn't help his chances.
As Eldrin finished addressing the barefooted traveller, Kadina's frozen terror subsided and she was now impulsively swatting her stick at Eldrin's face the way one might frantically and fearfully try to defeat an infiltrating pest of some sort.
"GAAAAAH!! It won't get off!!"
Nevermind that she was probably bruising his face to shit.
Actually... Come to think of it, this wasn't the first time she had greeted him with an infliction of pain. Perhaps this was becoming a formula for their reunions.
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Post by Rii/Thell on Feb 1, 2016 18:50:39 GMT -6
"Darling" and "miss" and "Ozristes" all in one go. That one's laying it on thick. For what goal, Ozzy couldn't say. Not yet, anyway. But she loved to guess what people wanted. Even if they did call her "Ozristes". To say Ozzy was amused by being called her full name would be a complete and utter lie. "Ozristes" was fancy, high class, and reserved for patrons and performances of far more elegance than a man with a leech dangling from his face. But she'd played for all sorts of crowds with far more disgusting things attached to them: dreadfully bad tattoos, escorts who hated music, their own faces. At least the leech could come off this Eldrin's face.
Or, so she thought. She was adjusting the strap of her violin case, still safely secured and buckled at her belt, when Kadina began aggressively beating Eldrin's face - and presumably his leech companion. Of course, for all her traveling, Ozzy tended to avoid wet places that housed leeches, so she couldn't accurately provide a better way to get rid of it. Could they just be ripped off? She wasn't sure, but she protectively slid a hand down to the bottom of her case, as if the things would want to eat that as opposed to her.
"I could be wrong - and I do hate to say I'm wrong - and I must confess that swamps and things that live in them aren't exactly my forte-" even without an audience she sold the pun with a grin "but at this point I think ripping it off might be better than beating him with a stick." Still, this was a lively group. Definitely promising. As per usual with the universe, the goddesses had found her a wild bunch to keep her company with her Goron away.
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Post by Argoth/Maximus on Feb 2, 2016 14:21:36 GMT -6
Anaius tilted his head in a perplexing manner. It was not his intention to invade the privacy of the thief, but perhaps he never considered it. Kadina ranted at him for the transgression for quite some time, or at least that's what it seemed. He was fading in and out. Anaius did hear her first poor attempt to insult him, though, and he smiled internally. All the while Kadina scolded him Anaius stared at her, utterly confused. She accused him and the newcomer of working together, and Anaius was literally opening his mouth to relieve the stranger of the blame when she flung another insult at him, like a chimp throws poop. Rapistry? What an odd way to insult somebody, if that is indeed what it could be called.
Then, as instant as her first outburst, Kadina shifted attitude, acting apologetic and coy. Anaius was almost taken aback. How on Termina could someone change so rapidly. Not moments before, she was furious with him, and now all of a sudden she is playing nice. Anaius nearly facepalmed. Then out of nowhere the man with the purple lantern was raving about some evil spirit and holding a sword to his throat. What the hell is going on! Anaius thought.
Kadina then held out a hand to formally introduce herself, but then quickly withdrew. At this, Anaius couldn't help but smile. Once again, he was in the process of telling her when yet another stranger showed up, interrupting him. However, this time Anaius knew the character, albeit from Kadina's memory. The stranger was smooth as butter while he introduced himself to Ozzy, and Anaius chucked to himself.
Anaius had never quite been good with people from outside the orphanage. He never seemed to know how to guess the intentions or thoughts of others. Maybe that's why he had this gift, so he didn't have to wonder. Surely he would have been dead by now had he never acquired such an ability.
When Eldrin turned and asked his name Anaius grinned from ear to ear, trying to ease the tension against him from the man with the lantern, who almost killed him, and from Kadina, who almost did the same.
"My name is Anaius, pleased to meet you all. I can assure you, Azrael, that I am no evil spirit. Just a man looking for adventure. And I am sorry Kadina, I did not mean to invade your space...I think." The last two words brought confusion back onto his face but only briefly. As a joke (probably only tasteful to him at this point, not that he had a fucking clue) he held out his hand to Eldrin, "Nice to meet you Eldrin." He assumed Kadina would stop him before Eldrin took his hand, but if not he always had the option to not invade the thief's mind. Somewhere in the back of his mind, though, a tiny but powerful voice told him that the temptation would probably get the better of him.
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Azrael/Iris
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Post by Azrael/Iris on Feb 3, 2016 15:40:49 GMT -6
Azrael's right hand shot up like a cork shooting forth from a bottle and grabbing the knife his cousin had launched at him. The Monk's eyes were narrowed and seemed hazy like something else entirely was controlling his movements. He lowered his hand to his side, his hand opened and let the knife fall to the ground. The blade embedded itself into the soft swampy ground. Trickles of blood leaked from his hand and accompanied the blade to the ground. He had caught the knife not by the handle.. but by the blade itself.
The Monk's face turned from a glassy and blank stare into a scowl... a scowl with a murderous attempt on it. He took a step forward towards Eldrin, his wounded hand reaching for his sword which had returned to his left hip. The moment his hand touched the hilt, he stopped. Azrael raised his right hand up to his face and his eyes widened for a moment in panic and he clenched his fist, making blood gush out of the sides and drip down his forearm and stain bits of his sleeve.
"No.. too much time has been wasted. I need to find the temple... I must cleanse myself. I'm already losing control... my cousin... my friends... are in terrible danger and they do not know it." Azrael whispered to himself. His left hand still grasped the purple lantern. His breathing was heavy, labored. Like he had ran for miles without stopping, sweat dripped in buckets from his forehead as he walked forward towards Eldrin and Ozzy. He thought he had heard Anaius say something, but his words sounded like gibberish to Azrael at that moment. His feverish mind was focused on finding that temple. He had to find it before something terrible happened. Stumbling forward, he fell and his right hand outstretched and grabbed the closest thing he could, which happened to be Ozzy. Azrael's hand fell on her shoulder and he stopped for a moment, he looked up at the young woman and his red eyes seemed to flash purple for a moment. Whether it was a trick of the light or not was unknown. The monk lifted his hand from her shoulder and left a bloodied hand print and he moved forward once more.
A mad monk on a quest to save himself from the darkness he vowed to keep contained so that the living may keep their peace from the dead.
He was that guardian. He was the last one.
"Damn. Should have been a baker..." he joked to himself.
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