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Post by Azrael/Iris on May 10, 2023 21:22:05 GMT -6
It was a cool spring dusk within Clock Town and it was the time of day where the working class either went home to their families or went to the bars and taverns in Clock Town to waste their pay.
There was one such pub which was considered by many to be a hole in the wall to the upper class, however, to the right crowd it proved to be quite the fountain of knowledge and favors.
Rumor even has it that the Assassins of Hyrule themselves use it as a hideout when they do business in Clock Town.
The name of this establishment has gone under many changes during it's lifetime and it is currently known as The Sleeping Giant which is where we find Azrael slumped in the corner booth of the tavern.
To the untrained eye, he appears to be passing out. However, Azrael is currently communing with an alcohol spirit and to do so he must be drunk.
To Azrael he sees a rather ugly slug with arms sitting on the opposite end of the booth. It's blue coloring glistened by the ooze it's body produced. Or in this case it would ectoplasm.
"I'm not in any mood to play games, Mork. You damn well know where her soul is." Azrael sternly said, slamming his mug onto the table and causing a few curious onlookers.
"Back to your drinks, folks. He's just drunk." The barkeep spoke up, getting the onlookers attentions back. The barkeep and Azrael go back a ways and this spirit has been causing issues around the bar as of late and Azrael was doing him a favor out of the goodness of his heart or so the bar keep thought.
This spirit knew something that Azrael needed and Azrael was not going to stop at anything to get it back.
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As the bar keep was getting everyone's attentions away from Azrael no one noticed as a small hooded figure slipped in through the door and took a seat at a table about 20 feet from Azrael. The figure made no movements and their hood covered over their entire head and face. They seemed to be looking at Azrael but it was hard to tell.
Azrael took the mug back in his hand and lifted it up to his lips and started to take a drink and as he did he started to get the strange sensation that he was being watched.
"Funny... I thought Sam had gotten everyone's attention..."he thought and lowered the mug and started to scan the room.
Everything seemed to be in good order... everyone had a drink... his eyes scanned at a hooded figure who was sitting alone.
Azrael's eyes narrowed at the figure for a moment before he turned his attention to the spirit
"Mork... stay right here. I'll be right back." Azrael said, before downing his drink and standing up and stumbling slightly.
His eyes fell on the hooded figure and he started to walk and slightly stumble towards them, hitting a chair or two out of place as he stumbled before he reached the table.
Azrael stood over the hooded figure who had not moved except for their head which was tilted up slightly at him and they stared at each other for a moment.
"Stranger..." Azrael slurred slightly, yet there was power within those words. His free hand reached up to stroke the black and white beard upon his face as his red eyes stared.
"Y-yes?" A voice spoke out from within the hood. A young female. Barely a woman it sounded like.
"Where is your drink?!" Azrael yelled, pulling a chair up and sitting right down with such speed it blew the hood off the stranger revealing a young woman with brown hair tied up into a bun with bangs hanging down, within the bun were some twigs and sticks and she sported the same red eyes as he Azrael did.
During all of this the bar keep had run up to not only refill Azrael's mug but to give the stranger a full mug as well.
The woman's eyes widened and she was unsure of what to do in that moment. Was this who she was looking for? After so many bars and holes in the walls was this stinky drunk who she was looking for?
The woman blinked several times before standing up with such force which caused her chair to fall backwards and she slammed her hands on the table and looked Azrael back in the eyes and said "My name is Iris Shadowwalker and I'm looking for The One Who Walks Both Worlds and you are him! I am sure of it!" The woman said, she was beaming. She was so sure of herself this time. After all... how many times has she said this to other smelly drunks in even smellier pissholes to either get laughed at or hit on.
However she was sure he was the one. After all... they had the same eyes. He was Sheikah! He had to be!
Iris looked hopefully at Azrael who took a long sip of his drink and swirled it before looking up at Iris for a minute and laughed.
"What makes you think that?
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Post by Eldrin/Vai on May 11, 2023 1:18:17 GMT -6
It was already late in the evening when the messenger boy knocked on the door of Room 7 at the Stock Pot Inn. His knock was strange, his knuckles rapped the door twice in quick succession, followed by a heartbeat's pause, then once more. Then he waited in what seemed to be an embarrassed silence, before blowing a raspberry in the crook of his elbow.
He heard what he was sure must have been a muffled snicker from behind the door, then in a raised voice. "Open it."
With no small amount of trepidation, the boy turned the knob and pushed the door inward. Deciding he ought to just get the message out fast and be done with this. "The man you asked me to watch for is at the-"
"Catch!" The boy saw the missile flying at him a second too late, so he was not prepared when a small object struck him right between the eyes.
Then fell harmlessly into his open palm.
A green rupee. A pittance. The boy, a moment ago sure he was dead by some assassin's dart, went through a quick series of emotional turns. Shock and fear now shifted into relief and irritation. He turned fierce eyes on the man who, for some reason, was straddling the windowsill, one leg hanging out in the cool night air. "Oi!" he said, the street urchin bleeding into his voice, washing away the veneer of polite subservience that had colored his tone when he spoke before. "I run all the way 'cross town in 'alf the time it ought to take, an' all you've got for me is measly green?!"
The man's face split into an easy smile as he ran a hand through his short white hair. "Been a while since I've seen a street rat with any guts." There was an unnerving twinkle in the man's scarlet eyes, like he knew a secret the rest of the world did not. "I like guts."
The boy's defiance left him in a single exhaled breath. He took as subtle a step back as he could manage, his eyes suddenly noticing details he had not seen before. The dueling cane that lay across the man's lap, the position of his legs, like loaded springs ready to launch. A Hylian skull resting on the desk near the window. A cold sweat beaded down from the boy's temple.
"Oh wait, sorry not... not like that. I mean like, I like your moxie... Not like I like guts. I'm not, uh, gonna disembowel you or anything." The man stammered for a moment, then let out what sounded like a nervous chuckle. The involuntary kind. What passed next was a short eternity of strained silence, as the two just watched each other uncomfortably. "Ah, to hell with it," the man muttered, followed by another, "Catch!"
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Eldrin tossed the boy a red rupee without looking, swiped his skull off of the desk, swung his other leg out, and dropped from the window. He didn't miss the distinct sound of the rupee slapping the boy's palm as he caught this one. He slid down the steep incline of the roof until he reached the edge, then swung over to hang from it, before dropping to the alley below. "Well, that was awkward." he muttered, dusting off his trousers. "I blame you, Alric," he said to the skull in his other hand, "You always creep people out."
Alric did not respond.
Eldrin picked up his dueling cane, gave it a little whirl, and started down the street at a brisk pace. He had an appointment to keep tonight.
A while later, he entered the Sleeping Giant. He'd known to watch this place. Tracking his cousin had not been a particularly easy task, the man knew how to go about unnoticed, but when looking for one who communes with the dead, he figured it was easier to look for the dead. They didn't tend to move around all that much, and even if they did, it probably meant Azrael wouldn't be far behind. He had spent an embarrassing amount of time monitoring the graveyard in Kakariko, before moving his search to Termina. Finally, after several months of searching, he had found a lead. An old barkeep friend of Azrael's was having ghost problems. Seemed, a good bet.
Eldrin made no attempts at concealing his identity. He had not set foot in Clock Town in years, and since he had stopped dying his hair black, most people didn't recognize him anyway. He went by a new name, for the most part, unless he was in trusted company. Alric. The man he had stolen it from was not using it much these days anyway, the skull in his hand was proof of that. He'd even changed up his accent, picking up one more fitting to a Kakariko native, than an orphan from the streets of Castle Town. Those had been the small touches. The grand conspiracy was in changing what the public thought he looked like. It had been the work of several years, bribing sketch artists to subtly change the features on wanted posters for himself and Kadina each time they drew a new batch. A slightly weaker jaw here, a small nonexistent scar there. He'd even managed to get them to eventually draw Kadina with a lazy eye, which drifted farther with each new poster. He was proud of that one. These days few recognized him on the street, or hell, even in the alleys.
It took him a moment of scanning the room before he found Azrael. A woman nearly falling out of her chair caught his eye. A strange young woman with twigs in her hair. That was odd, but then again who was he to judge? He shrugged and made his way over, his eyes never leaving the back of his wayward cousin. Was his cloak shabbier than usual? As he got closer, he could see that the man's beard was untrimmed. Azrael laughed, but there seemed to be no true joy in it. Dark circles ringed his eyes as if he were sleeping even less than usual. Not good. How "not good" remained to be seen.
Without a word, he set Alric's skull on the table between Azrael and the twig lady. sat in a chair to his cousin's left, and put his boots up on the table, dueling cane resting across his lap. Then he just stared at the woman, as if he'd been there the whole time.
After all, it would have been rude to interrupt.
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Azrael/Iris
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Post by Azrael/Iris on May 11, 2023 20:43:49 GMT -6
Iris' face scrunched up slightly in annoyance at Azrael's reaction. She had not even noticed the newcomer to the table until he had placed the skull between them. Iris's eyes darted down to the skull and then to her right where she saw a man sitting there. His somehow very clean boots were propped up on the table and a cane sat across his lap.
Iris' eyes moved up towards his face and she froze for a brief second as she studied his features.
A long, thin scar ran from his right ear to the bridge of his nose, he looked like he had seen many things and yet also caused many things and yet she could tell he smiled more often than not.
What struck her most about him were his eyes. The same scarlet red that both she and Azrael sported.
Another Sheikah.. yet... she could not sense the immense spiritual energy that seemed to radiate off of Azrael like a supernova. Her eyes darted between the two men and noticed they both shared similar physical features and yet at the same time they were as different as night and day. Iris smiled slightly and slid back into her chair.
"Well... for starters... What is that skull saying to you?" Iris smirked and pointed at the skull that sat between the two of them.
Azrael took another drink and let out another joyless laugh and set the mug down on the table and stared back at Iris, his red eyes seemed to gaze deep within Iris' soul.
"Well for starters, kid. That's Alric and he never had mu- Oi! Shut up! At least I still have my body, ya twit!" Azrael started to say before turning his head down at the skull.
"Wait... Alric? If you are here..." Azrael muttered as he lifted his head up and looked over to his left to come face to face with Eldrin.
"Ah... hello cousin. Took you a while to catch up. Thirsty?" Azrael greeted the man sitting at the table and lifted up his mug.
Iris' eyes widened in shock as she looked at the two of them.
Cousin? They are cousins???
"Hold up... cousin?!" Iris exclaimed and looked over at Eldrin.
"Azrael." Azrael simply responded, not taking his eyes off of Eldrin.
"Huh? Is that his name?" Iris asked, confusion filled her voice as her brain tried to comprehend with what was going on in front of her eyes.
Azrael sighed and looked back over at Iris. Iris could have sworn she saw a flash of life in his eyes, as if those eyes had not known joy or any of life's positive dealings in a very long time.
"That's MY name. Azrael Siskin. Pay attention, druid." Azrael responded and took another long swig of his drink and set it down before looking back at the skull.
"I don't give two Moblin shits about how thirsty you are. You have no digestive system. How are you gonna enjoy it?! Where is it gonna go?! Were you this stupid in life?!" Azrael hissed at the skull.
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Post by Eldrin/Vai on May 12, 2023 0:18:42 GMT -6
Eldrin watched Azrael speaking with the skull with no small amount of envy. He had carried that ungrateful skull around for three months, chatting away with it, and had never heard a peep from it. Sure, he had technically desecrated Alric's grave when he dug up the coffin, stole his skull, and pocketed the man's wedding ring... but how else was a guy supposed to get haunted? The way he saw it, this was an opportunity for the ghost, or skull, or whatever. That grave must have been mighty boring. At least with Eldrin toting him around he got to go on an adventure.
After a moment, Azrael noticed him sitting there. "Ah... hello cousin. Took you a while to catch up. Thirsty?"
He opened his mouth to respond but the twig lady cut in before he got the chance. "Hold up... cousin?!"
Eldrin studied the woman as she and Azrael bantered back and forth. She was young, with an air of optimistic naïveté, yet there was an edge to her eyes that he knew well. He had seen it in Kadina, in Vai, and in the mirror every day of his life. Mischief.
The scarlet color of those eyes gave her away as another Sheikah. That made him a little uncomfortable. His cousin was really the only other Sheikah he interacted with regularly, and Azrael was about as divorced from the culture as he was. He had always felt like a bit of an imposter when dealing with others of his race. He knew the mannerisms, gestures, and speech patterns, but those were only deliberate imitations.
That was not who he was. He had grown up in Hyrule Castle Town, just another orphan on the streets. It felt to him as if the other Sheikah knew something he did not. They were connected, in a way he could never be, to a rich and proud heritage.
The only real connections he had to them were his white hair, his eyes, and the strange eye symbol tattooed in scarlet ink upon the back of his hand. The symbol was the Sheikah eye, framed by strange dots and lines. Its origin was a mystery he had never bothered to solve. It had been on his hand for as long as he could remember, but it had not warped as he aged and his hand grew. It had seemed to grow with him. That, and the ink had never faded. His other tattoos had all faded slightly with time, but the ink eye was as vibrant as ever.
He pushed those thoughts away, refocusing on the conversation at hand. There seemed to be some confusion about what name belonged to who. Azrael clarified the issue, but Eldrin realized something as he did. The skull had stolen his damn name back! Azrael had called it "Alric", but that was the alias he had been using for years. He was not about to tell a stranger that he was one of the most wanted criminals in Hyrule, so "Eldrin" was off the table.
Azrael was arguing with the skull again. "See Az, I knew you and Alric would get along," he said, flashing his cousin a wide grin.
Then, figuring he ought to introduce himself at last, he pulled his feet off of the table and leaned forward, offering the twig lady a hand to shake. "Ranza Siskin is my Sheikah name, let's go with that for now." He gave her his most disarming smile. With whom do I have the pleasure of speaking?"
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Post by Azrael/Iris on May 12, 2023 17:21:07 GMT -6
Azrael let out what seemed like a chuckle badly attempting to be a snort as he took another drink and looked over at Eldrin.
Azrael started to open his mouth to speak and before he could get a single word out Iris spoke up.
"Ranza? Azrael? ... Siskin?" she muttered, as if trying to remember something.
Azrael blinked a few times as he watched Iris struggle with whatever mental gymnastics were going on inside of her head and after a few moments of watching her, he shifted slightly in his chair and asked
"Yes and you are Iris, correct?"
These words seemed to have snapped Iris out of whatever was brewing up inside of her head. She looked back over at Azrael and nodded silently. For the first time in a very long time, Iris could not find the words to speak. The surname of the two men in front of her ringing like a thousand bells inside of her head.
Siskin... Siskin...
Siskin
Why did that sound so familiar? Iris could have sworn she heard someone tell her this name before.
"You're a druid. You are a long way from home, Iris. How did you end up here?" Azrael asked in a hushed tone, placing his right hand over the top of his mug as his eyes narrowed slightly.
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Iris tilted her head slightly at Azrael. She perfectly heard what he had asked and yet was still unsure of how to answer him. She didn't even know how she ended up so far from home.
"Well... I... Hold on.... before I tell you ANYTHING!!" Iris didn't know why she almost started tell these two strangers about how she ended up here and how she didn't even know how she ended up here.
"Before I tell either of you about me..." Iris started to say, she had a finger raised and before she could get another word out, her stomach let out the largest rumble that she had ever heard bellow from within.
"... Can we eat?" she asked, her face turning slightly red at asking.
Azrael froze for a moment, he looked at Eldrin and then back at Iris before letting a small chuckle out.
"Of course... It's not wise to drink on an empty stomach anyway. Azrael said as he let out a sharp whistle and a blue Poe came flying from the kitchen over to their table.
"Master Azrael. A pleasure as always. Oh... this is new... you have friends? That are alive?!" The Poe said in genuine astonishment.
"Can the jokes, Bill. You two can order whatever you want. I'll take my usual.' Azrael said, leaning back in his chair and taking another drink from his mug.
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Post by Kadina on May 13, 2023 12:12:28 GMT -6
The door to the Sleeping Giant opened and Kadina slipped inside. There was little need for stealth as the room was plenty dark enough with only a few table centerpiece candles and a dim candelabra chandelier to see by.
There wasn’t much she needed for disguises these days thanks to Eldrin’s bargaining with the local sketch artist. She had to ditch a few of her more recognizable signature styles now and then like her hair feathers and face paint, but she didn’t seem to mind. Whatever kept the guards and bounty hunters off her back was fine by her as she had entered a season of her life more interested in laying low and living, truly living, in other ways besides just mischief.
One of those ways was developing more stable relationships, like her friendship with Gran Gran, an old (or rather ancient) Hylian woman who was the kitchen manager at The Giant, but more like a crass grandmother to the usual customers and staff. Age had dwarfed her to a mere 4 foot 8 inches of hunched over bones. The only thing that didn’t sag on the old lady was her smile when she’d hear Kadina’s voice, and she’s exactly who Kadina had come to see. Well… maybe not just Gran Gran…
Kadina maneuvered her way to the end of the bar and leaned over, flashing a flirtatious smile at the handsome barkeep and propping the palm of her hand under her chin. “Say, do you touch your bed mates as sensually as you wipe the rims of those bar glasses?” She bit her lip lightly with playful eyes while recalling a steamy discontinued makeout behind the pub that ended abruptly with him wanting more and her running from the guards.
He blushed and chuckled lightly, clearly happy to see her.
“Why don’t you find out? I get off at midnight.” He put the cleaned glass down and leaned over to meet her face to face, both smirking at each other, the sexual tension thick enough to cut with her tonfa blade.
“We’ll see where the night goes.”
His smile grew, along with other things, and he broke eye contact to pour her a drink.
“In that case… that one’s on me.”
“Kitty?” – The name Kadina gave everything when she couldn’t think of a name, including herself when she unexpectedly found herself in need of an alias.
Gran Gran stepped out from the kitchen. How she could possibly hear Kadina’s voice from the loud confines of the kitchen is a mystery, but some say her sense of hearing heightened when her eyelids begin to sag over her eyes which were completely obscured by flaps of skin now.
“Gran Gran!”
“Oooo!” The old woman hobbled over with her hands raised over her head in excitement, ready for a hug. Kadina pushed herself up on a bar stool to bend over the bar and squeeze Gran Gran.
“I brought you the yams you were wanting. I know how hard it can be to come by them in the market, so I had to get* them as soon as I saw.” She pulled a cross body satchel off and handed the bag of yiga yams to Gran who squealed delightfully. She reached up to cradle Kadina’s face in her leathery old palms and gave her a dry peck on the forehead.
“Now you can make that pie you wanted! Granted, I get a slice.”
“Ohhhh you’re an angel. Not like these other shit stains.” The staff knew she meant it endearingly.
“I’ll wash them right away and get them ready for baking tomorrow. Hard to get much else done with these dumb fucks in my way at night shift.” Kadina chuckled at Gran Grans crassness. Goddesses, she loved that woman. “Sit down, sit, sit.” She pushed Kadina down into her seat by her shoulders, having to reach on her tip toes.
“Finn, get her a drink and come help me with these yams.” She hoisted the bag as much as she could (not much) and handed them off to her trusty barkeep. “Alright Gran Gran, be there in a minute.” Kadina and Finn laughed that she couldn’t see he had already poured her one. He looked back at Kadina. “By the way, Az is here.” He nodded over to his old friend’s table where Azrael, a white-haired Eldrin, and a small woman sat. Kadina turned to look at them just as Bill the blue poe had taken their order and left the table.
“Thanks.” She flashed a smile and winked at Finn, but there was a knot in her stomach suddenly. For whatever reason, it felt like a sail and an anchor had both been released simultaneously inside of her. After Finn followed Gran Gran into the kitchen, she threw the entire drink back in one gulp. It burned in the pit of her stomach, warming and relaxing her body.
With that, she began her dance across the way toward their table. Pivoting on her toes, she set forth gliding through the labyrinth of tables, strangers, and shadows. The fluidness and freedom of her movement brought a subtle smile to the corners of her mouth, confidence (and liquor) taking over. She had a knack for sensing distraction, a skill that becomes second nature to a thief. When a patron looked away here and there, her arms reached out like magnets for what she desired, and in this case, it was food. In her right hand she swiped a platter of half eaten cuckoo wings and twirled away as her other free hand dipped in to grab a basket of roasted potatoes from another table.
“Did someone order appetizers?” She said as she set both down gracefully on her friends’ table before spinning a chair and plopping down to sit in it backward. Every movement so seamless and smooth that it looked like choreography. She figured Az or Eldrin would introduce her and the stranger lady, at which point she would find out if they were using real names or not. And she wouldn’t make any jokes about Eldrin’s powder white hair, at least for now. But until then, her mind was only concerned with eating. Her fingers delicately lifted a cuckoo leg and before attempting to gnaw into it, she lackadaisically saluted an acknowledging ‘hello’ to her companions with it. She poised herself to take a bite but froze with her mouth open when she noticed another one of their guests.
“Oh… sorry… Let me just… help you there…” She placed the cuckoo leg in the skull’s mouth.
“Bon[e] appetit.”
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Post by Eldrin/Vai on May 14, 2023 18:24:44 GMT -6
The moment Iris mentioned food, Eldrin's belly grumbled angrily. He realized had not eaten since lunch. With his months-long chase after Azrael coming to a close, he hadn't even thought about dinner. Now though... "Good idea, Iris! I could eat a whole buffalo right now."
Azrael whistled, and Eldrin jumped a little as a poe came flying out of the kitchen. He tried to play it off, but the undignified yelp that escaped from him was hard to miss. Eldrin was not necessarily afraid of the poe. Years of tagging along with Azrael on supernatural adventures had brought a certain sense of normalcy to horrible undead abominations. They still creeped him out, though, especially when he wasn't expecting one.
He was so focused on the poe, he didn't notice Kadina until she set pilfered appetizer plates on the table. She was like the goddess herself, descending from Skyloft* with wings and potato wedges. "I'm so happy to see you!" he said to a cuckoo wing, his eyes brimmed with tears.
He took a bite before finally looking over at Kadina, feeding a wing Alric's skull. "Oh! Hey K-" he paused midsentence, mouth full. He swallowed and his eyes flicked over to Iris momentarily, then he finished. "-itty."
Smooth as a cat's tongue.
He chose the alias Kadina gave herself, her horse, and most other things. If she wanted Iris to know she could tell her, but it wasn't his call to make. "This is Iris. Iris was just going to tell us why she was looking for Azrael."
He turned back to the blue poe still floating next to the table. "Oh and Bill, I'll take wildberry wine if Gran Gran doesn't mind. In a metal mug." It was an open secret that Gran Gran kept a stash of wildberry wine in the larder. If you asked nicely she would always share. The metal mug was for hitting people with, of course. There was no way to know where the night was going, and Eldrin liked to think of himself as a pragmatic fellow.
(*Eldrin knows of Skyloft as an ancient myth about a chain of floating islands.)
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Post by Azrael/Iris on May 16, 2023 15:20:14 GMT -6
Azrael watched as Bill floated back to the kitchen to give Gran Gran their orders, out of the corner of his eye he noticed as a hand placed a cuckoo leg in the gaping mouth of Alric sitting in the middle of the table. The monk's eyes moved in the direction of where he saw the hand appear from.
His eyes followed the hand up the arm and peering from the dank lighting of the pub was the face of none other than Kadina, a plate of food which she surely must have swiped from one of the many drunk patrons.
This was starting to become quite the reunion and this made Azrael start to wonder if he was starting to slip up if three people managed to track him down all in one night.
"I should have expected a stray Kitty to be following Ranza around." Azrael said rathery dryly, attempting to make a joke. He raised his mug in Kadina's direction before looking back over at Iris.
"Now... while we are waiting for Bill to return with the food. Tell us everything you can..." Azrael said, his voice taking on a bit of a serious tone. He was more than okay with Eldrin and Kadina tracking him down, he knew them and trusted them. There was something about Iris that Azrael felt was off.
Iris shifted in her chair slightly before she looked Azrael in the eye and made a motion to her stomach which caused Azrael to roll his eyes before he quickly grabbed the cuckoo leg sitting in Alric's mouth and to the untrained eye it seemed to appear in Iris' hand.
In reality what happened was Azrael threw it faster than the Hylian eye can process.
"There. A snack until Bill gets back. Now talk." Azrael bluntly stated, his tone once more indicating that he was in no mood for games or tricks.
Iris looked down at the cuckoo leg she was now holding in her right hand and back over at Azrael, she shrugged and took a bite of the leg and while still chewing she started to talk.
"Like I said earlier, I am Iris Shadowwalker and I am looking for The One Who Walks Both Worlds. I know he is you, Azrael." Iris said, swallowing the bit of cuckoo leg in her mouth and giving a small smile.
Azrael stared at Iris with a blank expression on his face. Iris waited for a moment to see if he would respond before speaking up again.
"You have to be... you are a Sheikah and I can sense your energy... you are the only surviving member of the Order of the Black Dragon. Only you can help me." Iris said, almost pleading with the monk.
Azrael remained silent still, he was gripping the wooden mug with an almost iron-like grip. It was such a tight hold that only those with the most potent of hearing could hear the wooden start to give and break under his pressure.
His suspicions about Iris were starting to be right... she was truly a druid. But... was she from THAT order?
There was only one way to truly find out.
Azrael lifted the mug to drain the last bit of the mead that was inside, he lowered it and let out a rather loud belch. Azrael allowed himself a small smile before looking back at Iris, the smile vanished and his scarlet eyes were glaring almost daggers at Iris.
"So... you know me... you know my people... Tell me, Iris. Which druidic order do you hail from?" Azrael said, the tone of his voice was calm. As if he knew exactly how she was going to reply.
Iris opened her mouth as if to say something and then stopped. The expression on her face turned from hopeful to confusion as if she were trying to recall some information that was just out of reach.
It was hard to tell in the dank lighting of the pub, but, Azrael could have sworn he started to see the color of her hair start to change color from brown to a mix of red and white.
Before he could get a better look, Iris spoke.
"I.... don't remember." She said in a rather low tone, tears seemed to form in her eyes a bit and before Azrael or Iris could get another word out. Bill came flying out of the kitchen with a tray full of the food and drink that they had ordered and slammed the tray down so fast that Azrael almost didn't get Alric's skull out of the way in time.
Bits of the drinks that sat upon the tray splashed upon the faces of all four of them.
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Post by Kadina on May 16, 2023 16:28:04 GMT -6
…And Kadina certainly wasn’t mad about it.
She licked all around her lips, taking in whatever moisture from the splash that was there, then wiped her face with the sleeve of her jacket.
“Thanks, Bill! You’re a saint.” She picked up the fourth cup that he included for her and raised it in his honor. One of these days, she would discover his unresolved attachment to the mortal world, but today was not that day.
She then held her cup out to Iris and nodded her head. “Pleasure to meet you, Iris.” She caught on quickly that Iris wasn’t yet to be trusted by her comrades, but she would remain cordial so long as they were literally breaking bread, a sign that Kadina had matured in recent years.
As she sipped, she ruminated on the conversation thus far. This was getting interesting.
Druids? The Order of the Black Dragon? That was new information about Azrael. Kadina assumed his cousin, who was emotionally eating across from her, might’ve known already, but what did it mean? Who were these black dragons, and could they also “walk between worlds”?
Kadina shuttered. The last place she ever wanted to so much as dip a pinky toe into was the after life. Too many people waited there for her, and not with open arms. Although, she had considered she might make a cute poe if she decided to stick around and haunt a sorry bastard or two.
Despite the world desperately trying to rid itself of her, she kept defying its attempts, cute metaphysical form be damned.
She continued to sip quietly and listen intently all the while making a loooong list of questions she’d be sure to ask later if left unanswered. Mostly, she was just feeling happy to be in the presence of her few trusted friends with food and drink and Gran Gran nearby. Now, it was time to see where this conversation was going…
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Eldrin/Vai
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Post by Eldrin/Vai on May 17, 2023 21:36:00 GMT -6
Eldrin sat quietly, absorbing the conversation as it unfolded. The Order of the Black Dragon. Druids, and matters of the spirit. This was all thoroughly out his depth. His specialty was in matters of a more material nature.
It was a good opportunity to learn, though. Azrael had never been particularly forthcoming with details about the monks who trained him. Or maybe had never really asked? He needed to get better at that.
Then Iris revealed that she didn't know which order she had come from, and he felt his heart wrench. It was not her words, necessarily. It was something in the tone. Confusion. Hopelessness. Knowing that something had been lost, but not even having the context to understand what that was.
He had felt such things, in his own ways.
Bill came flying in suddenly, like a keese out of hell. Eldrin barely jumped at all this time. He slammed the tray down spraying the table with liquor. It was quite the entrance, but Eldrin refused to be distracted.
Eldrin leaned in and took Iris by the hand. "Iris," he said, his mouth seeming to move on its own. "Listen, I'm not quite sure what you're going through... but I can tell you for certain that you've come to the right place."
He offered an encouraging smile thumbed over his shoulder at Azrael. "Az here is an expert at weird supernatural phenomena, and that one," he nodded toward Kadina. "is a force of nature when she puts her mind to something." He pulled a handkerchief from his pocket and put it in her hand, before swiping his wine from the table and leaning back in his chair.
"Also, you've got ale on your face."
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Azrael/Iris
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Post by Azrael/Iris on May 20, 2023 16:47:37 GMT -6
Az eyed his cousin out of the corners of his eyes. He had known Ranza to be a womanizer in the past and Iris seemed just barely a woman and he got the feeling that she seemed to be a rather naive person. Whether due to her amnesia, personality or HeR uPbRiNgInG. . . ."
That voice again... He never heard it while he was drunk before.
Is the owner of whoever the voice belonged to either becoming stronger or was he getting weaker?
Azrael had to figure out what Iris wanted and get to the bottom of whatever this voice was or who it is and he felt his new blade was the key to it all.
Iris blinked in confusion at Eldrin's rather kind gesture, she looked down at the handkerchief with a raised eye brow before looking at Azrael and then at Eldrin.
"Oh... I'm sorry I don't like you that way." Iris said and dropped it to the table which caused Az to almost choke on his drink as he stifled back a chuckle.
"I don't think he meant it THAT way, Iris. Honestly, you're barely a woman and should still be in school and yet you seem to be the most powerful Druid I have ever seen." Az said, after finally regaining his breath. "Yes. I can sense your power. You can hide it well, but I spent the last five years down in places you don't even want to know the names of and I learned a few things. So yes. I am you claim I am. What do you want with me?"
Az finished by grabbing a freshly filled mug of Hylian Triple Stout and a basket of fried pickles and gestured towards Iris as a motion to continue.
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Iris's cheeks started to turn bright red and she looked back over at Eldrin and bowed her head quickly and apologized before looking back over at Azrael and took a deep sigh and closed her eyes for a moment as if she were collecting the exact words.
After a few seconds she opened them and her scarlet eyes looked at Azrael, Eldrin, Kadina and then even a quick glance to Alric. She felt she could trust all of them. Azrael trusted the three others and she can trust Azrael.
At least that's what that spirit told her.
"Azrael. I was told about you by a spirit of the dead and she told me that you are the last of an ancient order of Sheikah known as The Order of the Black Dragon and you had close ties to my order. I... was hoping you knew the name of it. As you know my order has a amnesia spell that prevents those who live within them to leave without the Archdruid's approval. I obviously left and I think the spell doesn't apply to outsiders and I know your Order did have ties with us... but that was a long time ago." Iris said, she started to rummage around in the satchel that hung around her body. Muttering in a strange language as if cursing before pulling out a scroll that was sealed in black wax.
Azrael's eyes widened slightly as his scarlet eyes scanned the scroll that Iris held.
That was for sure one of the missing Words of Nyx. A rumored scroll that the oldest tomes in the Order's library spoke of. He knew what it looked like from a drawing in one of the books and he had read it so many times he had memorized it.
"I see... This spirit just happened to have a mythical scroll." Az said, his voice had a bit of a hint of distrust. Everything did seem to match up. However those records were lost to time and it became legend. Yet Az felt that Iris was being truthful, but still... Once Bitten, Twice Shy as the saying goes. "She said to give you the name of Miseri." Iris said, before Az could ask what she meant by that, Azrael had snatched the scroll from her hand in a quick motion.
Iris smiled and stuck her tongue out.
"Ha! That means you sealed the blood pact! Hello, partner! Seems we have a common goal and since technically the alliance between our Orders is still active... a common goal means we can form a blood pact! We figure this out together or we die!" Iris beamed proudly. She had expected Azrael to be equally as proud as a light purple light streamed from his chest and a green light streamed from hers.
These two lights reached over the table and emitted a soft glow as they met, and a small bright flash happened. Thankfully Finn had noticed something like this happening and whistled to Bill to activate the Azrael Protocol.
Bill quickly ran into the kitchen and zipped around near the oven and pressed a button which caused a large curtain to drop and seperated half the pub.
One side was Finn, Bill and our heroes and the other side was Sam and the patrons. They were all too drunk at this point to notice and a fight was brewing out anyway on that side.
Azrael stared in dumbfounded disbelief as he watched the lights as they ended up in a small fireworks-like light show.
"Fuck me..." he sighed. Just what he needed.
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Post by Kadina on May 23, 2023 7:19:16 GMT -6
"Mhm.. okay.. okay yes.. so a spirit.. and a spell… a scroll, like a tube of rolled up parchment, yup okay got that.. and his name is Miseri now?”
Kadina was trying to iron out all of the details to herself, compartmentalizing the bits and pieces of Iris’ story the best she could and literally filing through them in thin air with her fingers as she painted an imaginary mind map -- or rather a web of her own confusion -- while Azrael and Iris continued. Suddenly her concentration was broken and her face froze wide-eyed as it was illuminated by green and purple light beams stretching from Azrael and Iris’ chests across the table toward each other.
Shit was getting weird again, to which her subconscious was thinking "Hell yeah! I live for this” but her conscious mind was slowly swiping her cup of remaining ale off the table with the back of her hand thinking “That’s enough booze…”
Suddenly, a drape dropped between their table and the other patrons, and Kadina was snapped out of the mesmerizing spell of the glowing lights. She looked to Azrael who seemed totally put off and inconvenienced by the whole ordeal. Part of her understood, but the other part of her was wondering how anyone could be unhappy about fireworks.
She tried to look at Eldrin to glean if he was equally as confused and amused as she was, but the firework display was obscuring the view.
Then she looked to Iris who seemed utterly pleased with herself, beaming proudly. Is she stealing my pal’s soul, and I’m just standing here casually observing? Kadina was starting to feel anxious and uncertain. She slid her chair back from the table and positioned her hands slowly over the hilt of her tonfa blades while creeping up from her seat cautiously.
“Az..?” She called his name in a somewhat uncomfortably heightened tone as if to ask “You good?”
Her eyes began shifting around the room for a quick analyses on what might be useful should things go south, but all she noticed and suddenly couldn’t take her eyes off of was a leftover basket of crispy beans from an un-bussed table..
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Post by Argoth/Maximus on May 24, 2023 21:25:10 GMT -6
In the last remaining rays of sunlight, as the shops closed and patrons finished filing into their homes for the evening, a lone, rather irritated assassin trudged up the streets of Clock Town. His mind was firmly fixed on the pint, or rather several pints, he was about to order at The Sleeping Giant. Only it was hard to focus on such a comfort when the voice of a seriously disgruntled Captain of the Termina guard blabbed away in his right ear.
Argoth was barely listening. For the last hour this cretin had been nagging him over some disputed contracts the Assassins refused to fulfill. And the Crown was not happy about it. Well, it wasn't so much the Assassins that refused to fulfill the contracts, it was him. He refused, and the King really wanted these contracts completed. He had been sending emissaries such as this dick for the last six months to pressure him into killing these fools.
"...thousands upon thousands of rupees Argoth! Thousands! And more all the time! The Crown will have these two Argoth, and you will deliver them!"
Argoth rolled his eyes as he neared the front door to the Sleeping Giant. He paused before going inside and turned to face the guard. He put on his most menacing look and nearly shouted, "Or what? You gonna make me, Kar?" Argoth stared beams of fire into the man's soul. The angry disposition of Captain Kar faltered for a brief moment as doubt diminished his resolve. For a moment he seemed to shrink, cowering before Argoth's scorching glare. Then it was over and he regained himself. He stood up straighter than before and puffed out his chest a little. Staring directly into Argoth's eyes the captain retorted, "It is against your own code to leave contracts, especially ones as deserving as these, and especially ones taken out by the king himself, unfulfilled. Its bad for business and your relationship with the Crown. Speaking of which! The blasted thief nearly swiped a couple weeks ago! Practically from the king's head himself!"
Argoth turned away from Captain Kar without a word and smirked as he entered the bar. The crazy bastard would try and steal the king's crown. He'd probably think it was hilarious before dumping it in some trash heap to steal the next shiny object he found. He was funny that way, stole more for sport than money. Argoth always admired that about him. He felt much the same way about being an assassin.
Inside the bar was bustling with patrons going to and fro from the bar to their tables. The dull light from the candelabras upon the tables and the chandelier from the ceiling gave the room a cozy ambience. Instinctively Argoth consumed the entirety of the room with a single passing glance. Joy and merriment were all around. Most everyone was drunk off their ass, but for the most part peaceful. There was, however, an argument brewing among a couple patrons at a table to the left. Normally, Argoth would have stepped in (if only to participate in the inevitable fight) as the argument was assuredly headed for a brawl, but at this moment he had much more pressing problems to solve. For the briefest of seconds, his gaze stopped upon a single table in the back. Fuck, he thought. The situation just became a whole lot more annoying. And all he wanted after a hard day as interim Grandmaster was a few cold pints. It was just one headache after another today, and Argoth was sick of it. This irritating little gnat jabbering incessantly in his ear was about to feel the wrath.
"Are you listening to me, Argoth? The Crown will no longer tolerate your stubbornness! These thieves must be brought to justice! One way or another."
Argoth scoffed as he made his way to the bar, praying silently that ol' Kar was too distracted by his nagging to notice the patrons at the table in the back. The prayer wasn't necessary, though, because Kar was so engrossed in his lecture that he stumbled several times over chairs or other patrons while following Argoth.
"Two very large pints of ale, please Finn." Argoth asked politely as he stepped up to the bar. Finn could hear the stress in Argoth's voice and made haste in retrieving his drinks.
"Torak would never have had such disrespect for the King and Queen," Captain Kar spat as Argoth ordered his drinks. Fire blazed in Argoth's belly and he shot a heated glance at the Captian. "If Torak were here, he would fulfill the lord's wishes, he was always loyal and gracious, and respectful of the Kings's requests. He would never have been like you: disloyal, ungrateful, and insolent. He would have fulfilled these contracts without question, like any respectable Grandmaster would!"
Fury like boiling lava arose within Argoth, and he did something then that was perhaps going too far, but in the moment he felt justified. His hand blurred from how fast he moved, and in a fraction of a second his fingers firmly gripped Captian Kar's jaw and chin. The soft snik of his assassin's blade only heard by himself and the captain. The blade cut across Kar's right cheek, leaving a long, thin cut across it.
The Captain was utterly stunned, eyes wide, eyebrows raised, and speechless. Blood trickled down his cheek as he stared, dumbfounded, into Argoth's blazing eyes.
"If you ever speak such insults to me again, I will paralyze you from the neck down, understood?" Argoth said, slowly and menacingly.
"Torak would never take contracts to kill his friends. That I can guarantee. No matter who the contracts are from. The Assassins of Hyrule take orders from no one, not even the king. I acknowledge his request, but I respectfully decline, which is my right as interim Grandmaster. Now, I have had enough of you for one day. So you will leave my sight while I drink in peace, or I will pin you to the doors as an example for those who annoy me."
Captain Kar shook his head vigorously in ascent, and Argoth released him. "Go, before I get angry." Argoth said.
Kar scowled, but complied. "This isn't over Argoth, the king will have these contracts fulfilled!"
"Then tell him to go with someone else, because the Assassins of Hyrule will have nothing to do with it."
Captain Kar scoffed audibly before turning on his heel and storming out of the bar.
Fucking cretin, Argoth thought, releasing a pent up sigh of relief and taking a big, long drink from his first mug of ale. Kar hadn't noticed the very targets the Crown was searching for sitting at a table not twenty feet from him.
There was a flash of green light and suddenly a large black curtain cascaded down from the ceiling and separated the back half of the bar from the front. Argoth sighed and downed the remains of his first drink and the entirety of his second. His long day was about to get longer. But at least he’d be in the company of his friends. That always pleased him.
"I'm headed into the back," he said to Finn, who nodded at him as he left the bar.
Passing through the curtain he walked confidently up to the table that housed his friends: Azrael, Eldrin, and Kadina.
"You two have been causing me an absolute shitload of trouble," he said to Eldrin and Kadina. Argoth raised an eyebrow at the peculiar state of those at the table. Something had just happened, and by the anxious look of Kadina poised in the edge of her seat, it must have been pretty weird. Azrael had some strange scroll in his hand, there was a new girl he’d never seen before, and Eldrin was here, which always meant trouble. The girl looked rather pleased about something, while Azrael looked smug. Whatever was happening it was sure to be something mysterious and dangerous. Those two things always paired together when Azrael was involved.
“You look like shit,” he said to Azrael, chuckling. “So, who’s the Druid? And what trouble has she brought us?”
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Post by Eldrin/Vai on May 25, 2023 10:50:06 GMT -6
“Oh… I’m sorry I don’t like you that way.”
Eldrin’s left eye twitched slightly. Over the past year or so, Eldrin had been putting forth a concerted effort to be compassionate and empathetic. So far reactions had been mixed at best. Everybody seemed to assume that he was up to something. Seduction or confidence games. To be fair, he usually was up to something, but that did not mean that he couldn’t also be kind. He wasn’t always scamming people… just usually.
Then he was drawn out of his reverie by the words “blood pact”, and he nearly leaped out of his chair as the room lit up with an explosion of light. Well, two lights, a purple one bursting from Azrael’s chest, and a green one from Iris’s, meeting in the middle. Alright... this was fine. Typical Azrael stuff, right? They were probably having a spirit battle or something like that. His grip on his dueling cane tightened as he considered bonking Iris on the head with it. Not hard enough to seriously hurt her, just to distract her and give Az the upper hand.
Then he reconsidered. Maybe this was the blood pact. Were the lights their spirit blood? Was spirit blood a thing? It was over before he could decide, and Eldrin looked around to see that a curtain had fallen to separate them from the rest of the bar. Kadina looked ready to spring into action, and he realized that he probably looked the same. He took a breath and forced himself to sink back into his chair and feign a relaxed demeanor.
“So, was that the blood pact?” he asked, looking from Azrael to Iris. “Not to sound like an old man, but back in my day…” he trailed off as someone new walked up to the table. No. Not someone new. An old friend.
Eldrin grinned as Argoth mentioned the trouble he and Kadina had been causing him. “Well, we can’t stress Mike out anymore since he’s… retired. Glad to see someone’s getting new grey hairs over us,” he said, holding his mug up in a toast to the assassin. “If you want though, we could fake my death.” Despite his words, he did hope Argoth was not losing too much sleep over his actions. The man had enough to worry about without Eldrin and Kadina's actions adding to that. It did also occur to him that if Argoth was involved, it probably meant someone wanted him assassinated. Not for the first time, he was glad to have befriended the Assassins of Hyrule.
He left it up to Azrael to explain what was going on with Iris and the soul bond they seemed to have just forged. He was far out of his area of expertise, here... so he would let the experts do the talking.
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Post by Azrael/Iris on May 25, 2023 20:18:28 GMT -6
ShE DaReS tO bInD uS tO hEr DeMaNds
Azrael shook his head, as if he were shaking off a deep sleep. Perhaps all of the ale was finally getting to him. No... this felt different to simply blacking out.
He needed to end this fast. Whoever this was could not wait any further. The monk's grip tightened on his mug as Argoth approached their table. He could hear Eldrin and Argoth speaking to each other, yet it sounded as if they were all underwater.
"Damn you, Iris. You simply could have asked for my assistance..." Azrael thought bitterly, his knuckles that showed underneath the black half finger gloves that sat upon his hands started to turn ghost white from how hard he was squeezing. His grip was so tight that it had even bent the metal mug and caused ale to leak over his fingers and hand.
Iris gave another chuckle before her red eyes gazed down at Azrael's hand, her hearing had picked up the slightly quiet metal crunch and her smile wavered slightly before falling silent.
"As the Soul Bond pact is a technique developed by Master Azrael's order... I will let him explain it." Iris simply stated, her voice had slight hint of worry to it. As if she could sense whatever was bothering the monk.
Azrael let out a heavy sigh, his entire body felt as if he were trudging through a large vat of congealed liquid cheese and he struggled slightly to find his voice.
When he did he spoke in a tone that seemed almost slightly dark, as if he were in the middle of channeling some sort of entity and yet had enough strength to keep his mind and thoughts.
"First of all... you could have asked for my fucking help, Iris. This is an outlawed practice... and don't call me master." Az growled slightly, expressing his clear annoyance. Just cause he was the last of his Order did not grant him the rank of Master.
It would technically make him Grand Master and that position had a unique title.
The One Who Walks Both Worlds. That was the official title. Grand Master and Lord/Lady of Shadows were a few others granted to the leader of the Order of the Black Dragon.
Even then... he felt he did not deserve that title. By lineage he was the next leader, but he had broken so many of their laws. He did not feel redeemable by any means.
"Moving on... What the kid just performed is known as a Soul Bond Pact. It's built upon a curse we designed mainly to subjugate demons. However, there are some who feel the need to perform this on mortals. It binds our souls until each of our goals are reached upon agreement." Azrael said, sighing once more and putting a hand up to his face for a moment before speaking again.
"If neither one of us meets our goals then we both die. This damned accursed magic was outlawed 3,000 years ago. However you came across this ancient magic I will discover later. Right now, I need to go lay down."
With that, Azrael stood straight up from the table. He looked at each and everyone at the table and gave them each a nod before his right hand flew up to catch a set of keys that came flying from Bill.
"About time I saw an Assassin in their own hideout... might as well make me a member and captain of the Demon Slaying squad. I basically do that anyway for you. Oh and the druid is Iris Shadowwalker. Iris, meet Argoth. Temp Grand Master of the Assassins of Hyrule. Basically a pup compared to the big wolf." Azrael said, smiling slightly. Perhaps the beer caused him to be a bit jokey with the Assassin. However, Azrael was working on finding a lead on Torak who had been missing for five years within the underworld and the void. Hell... even all traces of his homeland seemed to have vanished from even the record books.
Whatever was happening was happening on a much deeper level than the dead. However, Azrael had learned from a spirit he had captured in the shadow of a Goron in the Lost Woods that the King of Hyrule might have had hand in all of the removal of any mention of Torak's homeland after he vanished after he left to right an old wrong by returning home.
This information could wait until after he had dealt with whatever was trying to break through and connect with him.
"I got free board, food and drink here. So drink and eat to your fill, friends. Cousin... in the morning I need to speak with you. Druid... Nice meeting you and I hope your next ale tastes like Ganon's ripe morning piss after that Soul Bond bullshit. Good night." Azrael said, waving lazily to the group before turning towards the stairs, despite the amount of booze he had consumed during the night. He was walking almost perfectly sober.
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It felt like it took Azrael almost an hour to reach his room. Room #13. The very same room he slew a banshee in the previous year.
Lots of memories here. Gran Gran, who was the real owner of The Sleeping Giant, doesn't allow anyone else to use the room. However, Az keeps the key here so he doesn't accidentally lose it on his journeys (and it kept the heat off of him if it seemed like the room was still available if he was in trouble with the law)
As the monk reached closer to his room, he started to feel his forehead start to burn up. Beads of sweat were starting to form. This didn't feel feverish at all.
This felt almost... it felt natural. His physical body's natural cooling mechanism was kicking in, however he didn't feel any sort of fever or hotness at all.
"Need to get to the room..." Azrael thought, his mind was focused on his room as he reached his hand out to unlock his door, the knob turned as he placed the key into it and unlocked it. The door gave a low creak as the wood expanded as the door swung inward into Azrael's room.
It was not furnished lavishly. A bed with a small reading table and chair in the corner. It was a rather small room, not much bigger than your typical city inn room.
Azrael pushed himself through the door, stumbling slightly and catching himself by closing the door. He wobbled for just a mere moment before steadying himself and he took a deep breath as his hands reached down towards his sword belt under his robe and removed the blade still within it's sheath and he stared at it.
It was time. Time to find out who is trying to call out.
The monk let out yet another heavy sigh as he lowered the blade down to the ground, he set it down as if he were setting an infant down to nap.
After he had straightened back up, he started to disrobe. Azrael only removed his robe and his top and any gear on the top half of his body. His desert tanned skin was riddled with many tattoos in a deep scarlet coloring. A few symbols were recognizable such as the Sheikah eye, the crest of the Royal Family of Hyrule and there were some that none but he knew of such as one that resembled a dragon coiled around the Sheikah eye.
This was the only one that was a different color. Black.
This one was located on his left pectoral, despite his baggy clothes and giving him the appearance of being scrawnier than he is. Azrael had been keeping up his physical condition. Not every spirit could be defeated with a magic spell or a sealing gourd. Some had to be defeated in combat.
After he had removed his robe he sat back on the floor in a criss cross formation and lifted the blade up and removing it from it's sheath. The katana making a low noise as the black blade was removed from it's wooden cage, Azrael always thought it sounded like the wings of a dragon taking off. He just chalked that up to booze or being hung over. Yet this time he heard it... clear as day. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------
Iris' brain was moving at a mile a minute. She had not expected him to react in such a manner. Maybe she should have given the fact that the spirit had told her that he was a broken pitiful shell of a man he once was and to expect something like this.
Shrugging, she looked over at all of the people before looking down and noticing that Azrael had left. Did he say something to her?
Iris couldn't focus. She just kept getting this overwhelming feeling that Azrael needed her assistance and was just too stubborn or drunk to ask for it.
"Ohh... this might be due to the Soul Bond... I guess we can sense each other's soul?"Iris thought, looking down at noticing that Alric was sitting on the table.
Grabbing the skull, hoping to use him as an excuse to leave the table.
"I think Alric wants to go with Azrael... so... uh... I'll take him." Iris stammered slightly, she still hadn't really learned how to lie yet. Noticing someone new had joined the table, she offered a nod in greetings and quickly made her way towards the staircase and hoping she could find the exact room that Azrael was in.
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