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Keenan
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Their new acquaintance’s green eyes sparkled at the mention of magic tricks. She stepped closer, curiosity getting the better of her like a child coming across a new toy. It was almost cute. “Tricks? Like what?”

Oh you don’t know the half of it Little Miss. The ex-Yiga thought with some fondness. Memories of his childhood began to resurface, such as the multiple occasions he and the other children used their newly learnt shadow magic to troll the adults to no end. It was all in good fun, at least until Master Kohga threatened to throw them in the giant hole in the arena.

Bemere’s eagerness seemed to be too much for his scouting partner however, the other redhead freezing like a deer caught in torch light.

Although amused (and admittedly somewhat vindicated) by Aisha’s struggle to maintain her composure, Keenan wasn’t heartless. The Archer was clearly overwhelmed by Bemere’s excitement, fumbling over her words as she sent him a side long glance.

“…The process isn’t that much different with monsters.” Aisha said, then adding, “Keenan’s a quick learner for things like that.”

Keenan shook his head, resisting the urge to snort. “Only because the Sheikah are anal about making sure their future warriors know all the basics of both weapons and shadow magic before they can walk. From masking the sounds of our footsteps to throwing knives seemingly from out of thin air…Well, most of the adults don’t care to teach us the fun stuff, except for some of the more mischievous elders.” He winked, giving both women a mischievous glance. “That being said, have you ever seen a donkey suddenly end up on someone’s roof with no clear explanation as to how it ended up there? Magic opens up all sorts of possibilities in life, including showing tricks.”

Thunder rolled again in the distance. Perhaps the storm would stop Aisha from pestering him some more. He could only hope she’d drop the subject.

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Unfortunately for Keenan, the storm did not dissuade Aisha from pestering him, if anything it gave her the perfect cover to drag him away. Giving Bemeere the best smile she could Aisha turned to Keenan. “And, we need to discuss the best way to handle scouting ahead. Don’t we Keenan?” Her voice gained an edge, and all but grabbing his arm to drag him away.

Keenan swore to himself, struggling for a moment to keep himself from glaring at her. That Archer was determined, he gave her that much. “Well, guess we need to go on ahead before the rain starts pouring. See ya.” He waved. Maybe, if I don’t get murdered first. With a tight smile he let Aisha drag him into the trees. When they were some distance away he pulled his arm out of her grip. Clearing his throat and stretching, he was the first to break the awkward silence. “Listen, if all you wanted to do was tell me you have a crush you should’ve just said so. No need for all this secrecy.” His eyes narrowed. “Unless you want to kill me that’s different.”

Aisha’s eyes flashed with annoyance. “Killing you doesn’t require dragging you anywhere, it requires,” She focused, pulling shadows closer, “And arrow in the dark. And are you physically incapable of being serious, or is it some issue specific to you?” Reigning in her frustrations, she shook her head. “Don’t answer that. We need to talk about this…Malice. Whatever that was. And what it is.”

Unphased by the shadows that could pierce him in an instant, a small chuckle left his throat, followed by a long sigh and glance at the sky. “Atara just couldn’t keep her mouth shut for a little longer, could she?” His head shook. “Figures. Between her and your natural curiosity, I should have known better.” He rubbed his aching temples. “Very well miss cloudchaser. Ask away.”

“Atara has nothing to do with this conversation. I know a thing or three, Mr. Secrets, about weird unpleasant magic that tries to talk to you and corrupt your soul.” She’d leave out the part where she was deeply weak to it’s influence, for obvious reasons. “I prefer to avoid running into it, but that ship sailed, so I would instead prefer to know everything I can about it.” Glancing around Aisha hummed, and quickly palmed over her face, taking part some of her disguise, showing her face. “Shady magic is our thing, after all.”

“Sure, sure.” Keenan was now leaning against a tree, arms crossed and eyes closed as he listened to her words. Sensing a bit of magic in the air, he opened an eye. Just like what had happened a few weeks ago, Aisha’s disguise wavered, this time on purpose. Her hair had turned orange, glowing through an unknown force just like the green tattoos on her now grey and black arms. “Interesting. You’re definitely no Hylian, that’s for sure. Shadows and magic huh? Reminds me of an ancient story passed down in my clan…What tribe do you belong to and where do you come from?” He was wasting time he knew, but genuinely curious. “Tell me and I might just tell you some about the Malice.”

Aisha rolled her eyes at the bargaining. “That makes two places that preserve the legends of the Twili then. How….” her lips curled in some measure of both frustration and annoyance. “Convient? Annoying? As for where I’m from.” She gestured vaguely towards the Mirror, far in the deserts. “I believe they call it the Twilight Realm in Hyrule…the name in my native tongue translates are something like ‘Divine Prison’.” With another gesture she rebuilt her disguise. “Although we were from Hyrule, once upon a time.”

“I see.” He would have to file the new information away for another time. “Well a bargain is a bargain I suppose.” Standing again he turned to face her and rubbed his chin, resisting the urge to shake the goosebumps starting to form on the back of his neck. After a long pause, he then added, “As for the Malice I’ll tell you what I know. Malice is, how should I put it..Calamity Ganon’s power poisoning the land. You’ve seen those sickly purple piles of goo in Hyrule I take it? What if I told you someone was attempting an experiment that would allow it to be used for other purposes, besides just to kill whatever it touched?”

And that, Aisha realized, explaining quite a bit all by itself. “Ganon, huh.” She looked at her hand, turning it over in consideration. “Makes sense. As for using it for other things, probably, likely even.” Her eyes closed mind now running miles a minute. “Similar, but not the same, corrupts. Probably not that hard to manipulate, if you know how, experiments sound unpleasant though.” Her eyes snapped open again. “And how might you know about such experiments?” She’d leave the question of the rest of that entire statement for another time.

Keenan nodded. “Now you’re getting it. Mankind has a habit of messing with things they shouldn’t unfortunately, and using it to fulfill their unsavory desires.” The blackened veins crawling from the wound on his chest pulsed, as if in agreement to his words. A sardonic smile formed on his lips. Walking ahead of her, he turned his head with a backwards glance in her direction. “As for the rest of your question, why should I spoil it? You’re perceptive, even if you might be an airhead. Figure it out.” Or ask Atara, he didn’t care. “All you need to know from me is that I don’t plan on being a threat to the group, if that’s what you're worried about.” Scanning the area ahead, he turned his back to her. “I’m merely looking for answers on this merry little quest of ours. Look alive miss cloudchaser, we have scouting to do.”

Aisha muttered a curse in her native tongue. “If I had to make a guess on information provided by the deliberately obtuse, you are the unwitting test subject, or the like. I don’t imagine you to be willingly in cahoots with the enemy, purely because I’m fairly certain I would feel that.” She followed more sedately. “Knowledge is, in general, power. And when dealing with the blackest of magics and corruption, that knowledge is doubly important, considering that most people aren’t in tune with this sorts of magics, not knowing is how people get hurt. Or killed.” She called the shadows to her again, wrapping herself in that comfortable cloak. “I already know far to much about one sort of magic that left me with little voices in my head, and a thirst for things I shouldn’t have. A new unknown therefore is going to require investigation.” She sighed. “But, scouting first. Then investigations.”

The former Yiga snorted, rolling his eyes before silently vanishing into a puff of smoke. “Please. As if I’d let some twit make me his lab rat. You should focus on that Gerudo boy instead.”

Then they pressed onwards, undeterred even as the heavens split open above.

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Rapidly, and perhaps rudely, running away from: frecckkles frecckkles
 
Atara counted the time from when Keenan and Aisha left until they made their departure. Ten minutes, that meant if anything happened they’d have to hold their own for a few. It also meant they were in enough distance any danger ahead should be cleared. That was the theory, anyway, until they met back up with them.

They were making progress, passing the Wetlands as they went along. She had a momentary excitement that maybe they’d make it to Inogo bridge after all.

The rain overhead had started showering down, no longer the drizzle it was before. She prayed it would help disguise any noises made. Nessa and Saran weren’t exactly built for this environment, they came from the desert, it was more challenging to make so much noise there.

Her point, or fears, were proven as a loud snap was heard throughout the clearing. She turned in the direction of the noise to take in a very pale-faced Nessa. At her feet was a rather large twig that was now snapped in two. Shit, a stomping could be heard coming from the right of where they were. That wasn’t ideal.

The red Moblin burst into the area, letting out a war cry as it did so. Of course, why not make more noise, Atara thought bitterly. Forcing her legs to work she raced towards it, sliding beneath its legs as it swiped at her. It stomped, though she had long cleared it’s leg space, something between throwing a fit and thinking she was still there. They weren’t the brightest creatures.

Pulling her sword out of it’s sheath in one swoop, she cut through the monsters torso. Not as effortlessly as it may have looked to the others, she put all her muscle into that swing. It let out another cry as it fell to the ground, severed in two.

“So,” she commented, “we’re screwed.”

She knew before she heard the cries of more monsters. Two of their best fighters were missing in action and poor little Nessa had just shared their location to the whole horde. “We should move,” she called to the others, “the quicker the better.”​
 
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TW: Gore, idolization of destruction, glorifying blood, body disfiguring, slight anxiety attack

He waltzed alongside Nessa, closer towards the back of the group while some others were scouting far ahead. He didn’t care, whether it was for safety or nothing, all he cared about was keeping his grip tight on his sister's hand.

He looked over to her every now and then to make sure she was ok, prioritizing her health the same as his. He paced himself here and there, but he wouldn’t be lying if he said he enjoyed the rain drops growing heavier upon him. They were nice, cold, refreshing.

Then Suddenly, the peaceful moment broke under Nessa’s foot. A twig snapped in half by the step of his twin, and an ear shattering war cry made him jump out of his skin.

He found himself clutching to his sister-wound bitter on his chest as he squeezed his eyes tight in fear. Immediately, he was taken back to the desert, the situation of being attacked triggering his fears; body put in life threatening danger by the sound of a war cry. He gripped his sister’s pink dress, clawing at it before he heard the thin slice of a sword, a muddied slide, and another screech from the creature.

He still felt paralyzed, but was fortunate to hear these sounds of victory amongst the rain. Was it over? Did someone kill the yiga monster?

As the little Gerudo boy opened his eyes and looked upon the bloodied corpse on the ground, he saw his answer clear as day.

Oh no dear one, this was just the beginning

He froze, his embrace to his sister loosened to nothing. The helpless tugging on her dress, the reassuring grip on her hand, melted from existence. His quivering lip went still, his trembling eyes hazed over.

And the brother who used to be there, was not there anymore.

All he could do was stare. Stare at the marred corpse feet away from him. It laid in two on the ground, torso cut in a nearly perfect diagonal slice. Guts were displayed around stray muscle, a heart was tucked away in an agony of fluids, and the blood-the blood was unlike anything he’d seen before.

It was thick, running red with passion; dripping out every crevice the body had to offer. He found himself stepping towards it, closer-closer..eyes wide and jaw agape as he took in the river of warmth in.

In that moment..it was the most vivid thing he had ever seen. as red as a Wildberry, redder then a sunset of a hot day. It was..beautiful, Glorious. He found with each step he was getting closer and closer and closer and-hotter.

Extremely hot, he didn’t realize it but the scar on his chest was burning-sizzling with anticipation to just-get a better look at that blood. A whiff, a gaze, a taste.

Reaction already far from 'normal', his whole form suddenly underwent extreme shaking tremors. The brown veins along his body, began to blot to a black, the wound on his chest-that was seeping; now dripping with a hot magenta gooey liquid. Each vein inked out, his eyes suddenly ran black with big red irises, and an inhuman screech laugh bellowed from his mouth. He heeled over a new magical aura around him erupting in a red and purple fury.

But on top of all this, what was most present in the now puppet’s mind, was hunger. Hunger for that beauty, that pristine red gold. He needed it-he needed it badly, he shook with a crazed desire to see it all over his hands, to see those guts wrapped around his fingers.

He had to have it, he had to see it, no matter where it came from, no matter who it belonged to, he would tear apart any one's flesh with his bear hands to see what he now perceived to be the most beautiful thing in the world.

As his now red irises shook, he looked up. No one was in his way-and before bothering to look behind, he full on bolted ahead of him to find a life to rip to shreds. He was so laser focused on what was ahead, that the group behind him was nonexistent from his peripheral.

And on top of that, he was fast-faster then he normally would’ve been. Those black veins working wonders for his feet, running like a swift feather as the hot rain pounded against him. Within a few moments the group was already far in the distance.

He was desperate. He had to destroy something beautiful, that was all that mattered now.

...Funny mentions to cure from that
(Nessa) endersheart endersheart b y e
(Atara) endersheart endersheart 'new skill unlocked' thanks to you teehee
(Aisha/Keenan) Soulmuse Soulmuse Aura Of Twilight Aura Of Twilight I am rapidly approaching your location
 
Everything was so peaceful, it was a little scary to know they were avoiding monsters, but the rain and this side of Hyrule were nice. Nessa and Saran had been walking hand in hand, making their way with the group. It wasn’t until she stepped on the, rather large, twig, that everything went to the depths.

The Moblin was handled in a very precise mannerism by Atara. Saran clinging to Nessa as the creature was put to rest. She held him, running a hand up and down his back to try to soothe the obvious panic he was in. “Saran, it’s alright.” Or, she hoped it would be. It was very like her to mess things up.

She tried to remain calm, it was just one monster this time. One monster was easily defeated. When she heard the cries in the distance her nerves peaked, tugging on her brother's hand. “We need to go,” she told him, finally taking in his expression. It was a stark contrast from how he’d just been moments ago, to now.

He released her and she hesitated. “Saran..” he had started making steps forward, eyes never wavering from the monster. Time seemed to pass, a complete eerie silence. The quivering was enough to jolt her, her feet finally moving to reach him. She came to another abrupt halt as he started to change, hand coming up to cover her mouth, eyes widening at the sight. She felt sick. This wasn’t Saran, it was far from it.

The laugh that erupted from him had her reeling back, covering her ears and shutting her eyes. What was even happening? She didn’t bother to ask aloud, no one knew. When she opened her eyes, Saran had taken off. She turned in time to see him heading in the direction they were supposed to be going, towards Aisha and Keenan. “Saran!” This time she forced her feet to work, running towards wherever he was heading too. She didn’t get far, Atara appearing in front of her and grabbing her shoulders to lightly push her back while simultaneously holding her steady.

“You are not going after him.”

“I have to, he’s my brother!”

“Did you see him, Nessa? That is not your brother and you are not going to risk your life. Aisha and Keenan are up ahead, they won’t let any harm come to him. We have to worry about ourselves.”

Atara failed to mention she was way more worried about them handling Saran without getting hurt themselves. It was unimportant. Like she said, they had to worry about their current predicament.

As if on cue, a Bokoblin had launched itself at the two of them. Saran had spent enough time that getting out of here was no longer optional. They’d have to hold their own for now.

Swinging her sword up, Atara parried the oncoming attack. Pushing the monster back and surging forward to deliver a blow into its chest. It fell back with a cry, roots sprouting around it and dragging it into the Earth. She glanced back at Nessa, who nodded, arms raised from the attack she had just accomplished.

Very well, then. They were doing this.​
 
Two things happened in succession. First, in the distance, Aisha could just hear the sound of something snapping. That alone wouldn’t be that unusual, after all monsters were big, and stupid and tended to break things. But, the area had been quiet so far, and frankly that didn’t sit well with her either.

Second, and predictably, the sounds of monsters moving back towards the sound could be heard, including a bellowing warcry. Aisha spat a curse, drawing an arrow as she turned on her heel. While she couldn’t ‘feel’ monsters per se, she didn’t need any magical senses to know that things were going to get out of hand, especially when a Bokoblin came barreling out of the woods nearby doubtlessly attracted to the warcry, and Aisha realized that perhaps they’d made a slight but significant error. She and Keenan passed without trace when they weren’t arguing which meant they didn’t’ tend to attract monsters.

Her arrowed loosed, driving itself into the Bokoblin’s forehead with enough force to land it flat on it’s back as it died. Her next arrow knocked; Aisha turned to speak into the ether. “Keenan we need-“ And then she felt.

Even in the distance, having tasted it before, Aisha could feel the spike in Malice. Her fingers curled tighter around her bow, as that feeling that sensation started to move, and a horrifying sound came from behind them. The whisper in her mind started up again. The promises, the temptation, the feelings, but more importantly, the fear. The little voice in her head that pointed out she wasn’t a fighter. A frail, hiding Twili with a bow and delusions of herself, fighting against someone empowered by Ganon itself. She would need that magic, the voice told her. She would need to-

With a shake of her head, Aisha banished those thoughts. She couldn’t think about those things. “Keenan! We need to get back!” And, without waiting, she started to running. Corruption, Aisha knew very well, festered the longer it were left to sit, and if she could feel the Malice all the way out here, even if just because of her own…proclivities, she knew full well that it would be doing terrible things to Saran. Things that needed to be stopped, and from what she knew, Atara probably didn’t have the magical skillset to undo it. Probably. Problems to be solved later, even if later was-

Later was coming closer. Later wouldn’t be later, later would be now and now meant confronting fear and fear meant temptation and that meant-

That, Aisha told herself, meant that she needed to not panic. Panic let in the intrusive thoughts, and even years later, Aisha knew herself. Intrusive thoughts won. With the feeling of Saran coming closer, faster, Aisha slowed, pulling yet more shadows to herself, preparing to used them to weave whatever spells she might need. There was not much time before Saran, or whatever now controlled him, would find them, and the racing heart wouldn’t make her shoot any better, or let her cast spells in a hurry.

Help....please? Aura Of Twilight Aura Of Twilight
Did not prepare a welcome Hopos Hopos
 
Keenan
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Keenan was annoyed (again), the silence that followed his brief spat with Aisha doing little to settle his nerves. His new companions were effortlessly able to remind him of his past simply by existing, his regret of ever allowing Impa to convince him that there was still a flicker of hope for his damned soul growing with every passing day. That, combined with a series of unfortunate events seemingly designed to make it impossible for him to not attract someone’s curiosity, was seriously making him consider evoking the wrath of a bunch of cuccos to end his suffering. It’s not like he’d be able to feel anything as they—

He shook his head. By Ganon he really was unraveling at the seams, perhaps from living like a hermit for so long. Keep it together and quit complaining Keenan, you’ve been through worse.

That being said, his head was seriously beginning to hurt, more so than usual. It was a deep, pulsing pain enough to make his head explode. The black veins on his chest were squirming, as if reaching out for something. It was familiar, as if—

Damn it all.

A twig snapped, the forest now eerily quiet. Then, all hell broke loose.

A monster roared, and from deep in the forest Keenan heard the faint rallying cry of dozens of its brethren answer the call. Feeling breathless, the ex Yiga narrowly avoided a lizaflos charging forth with its rusty spear. It didn’t appear to be after him though, which was strange. He jumped backwards, grabbing a kunai from his bag to throw, only to stop when he noticed the beast had frozen too, large eyes looking at him in apparent confusion.

“What’s with you bug eyes, suddenly remember your manners?” Keenan taunted, almost surprised at how breathless he sounded. Was the pain really affecting him that much? He gritted his teeth.

That seemed to knock the lisaflos out of whatever trance it was in. With a shake of its large scaly head the monster jumped into the air, letting out a cry as it attempted to impale him. He easily dodged it, and with a quick swing of his katana, cut the monster in two before its body even hit the ground.

What in Ganon’s name is happening? An ambush or something else? He heard Aisha say something, but her words were lost as the blood roared in his ears. The hair was beginning to rise on the back of his neck, a unintelligible whisper now present in his head. He felt dizzy, almost like when he first came across Saran.

Aisha’s invisibility spell was flickering, revealing the archer looking worse for wear just like before. The presence of malice in the air was even stronger and he could tell she was struggling under its weight. Even so her face was set in determination. She stared at him, shouting, “Keenan! We need to get back!”

Back? Back there of all places? Was she crazy?

Before he could voice any of his thoughts the Archer had already left him in the dust. Keenan cursed, finally letting his body fall against a tree as the world became a blur of color. He had to close his eyes, attempting to gather his bearings.

One, two, three, four…One, two, three..

As he kept repeating the mantra his thoughts became clearer, allowing him to stay anchored despite the pain. He had known Saran would be a ticking time bomb from the moment they had met but he had completely underestimated just how bad it would be. On the other hand, perhaps his mind had forced him to forget…

Whatever the case, he was between a rock and a hard place. He wanted to run far away from this place, yet the thought of malice taking more lives made him hesitate. But what could he do? The pain alone made him want to pass out.

His hand wrapped around the amulet hanging around his neck. It felt surprisingly warm, refreshing almost, like a pleasant spring breeze. After a few moments he noticed the pain had faded to a dull ache, the black veins no longer squirming on his skin. He opened his eyes, examining the thinly cut stone more closely. He could’ve sworn it was glowing, but the storm made it hard to say for sure.

The sound of huge footsteps hitting the earth nearby brought him back to focus. Thundered rumbled as trees and monsters both were torn apart; a tall humanoid being casting them aside like broken toys as it mindlessly rampaged through whatever was in front of it. Lightning flashed, revealing a familiar figure in the chaos.

Though the corruption had already began warping his body, it was undoubtedly Saran, his normally smooth brown skin marred by black veins. His hair had grown in length and he looked taller than the ex-assassin remembered, golden eyes now running black with bright red pupils. Malice poured out of the gooey wound on his chest, the very air surrounding him swirling with dark tendrils of magic reaching out to corrupt whatever it touched. An inhuman screech like laugh came from his throat, further proving that “Saran” was no longer present. Aisha had now reached him close enough to attack, her movements suggesting she was searching for non-fatal weakpoints.

Something dark, primal was in control, a monster that was now awake.

Brief snippets of memories flashed before Keenan’s eyes like a dam bursting apart.

A thirteen year old screamed as a cloaked figure chanted, arms raised in a heavenly prayer even as the child’s eyes rolled into the back of his head

A molduga with its head bashed in, fins ripped viciously from its already torn apart body.

“W-w-what did I do Master K-kogha?” A boy cries, trembling. The walls are coated with a dark liquid that looks suspiciously like blood. Though his elder’s face is covered by a mask, the long pause that follows shows how disturbed the yiga really is. “Easy…easy now, Azzy. It’ll be ok…” He mumbles, awkwardly pulling the child into a hug even though everything’s changed.

A feeling of terror as his body twists beyond his control, a laugh that clearly isn’t his coming out of his mouth before everything goes black.

A tall man, gold eyes gleaming in the darkness.

Oddly, Keenan somehow managed to keep himself calm. The amulet felt heavy on his chest, warm as it pushed the feelings of terror aside.

Though his child self continued to whimper in his head, he remained focused on the boy in front of him. He couldn’t let it happen again.

His hands moved, summoning a small amount of shadow clones. He ran to Aisha’s side, katana firmly in hand.

“I know puberty can be a pain in the arse but this is just ridiculous.” He muttered, still looking at firmly at Saran. A thought popped in his head. “Hey, cloudchaser. Can you cover me?” He asked, gesturing at the monsters running around. Though they seemed focused on attacking Atara and co he had to be careful, or else things could get dicy. “There must be some way to snap the kid out of this.”

Aisha’s eyes narrowed slightly. “Do you actually have a plan, or is that too much to ask?”

“There’s no time to make one. We’ll just have to play by ear. Unless you have other ideas?”

“That doesn’t even—” She shook her head with a resigned sigh. “I can try to slow them down but that’s it. You better hurry, I’m not sure how long I can endure this.”

Keenan nodded. “A distraction is all I need.”

“Saran, can you hear me in there?” He asked, stepping a few feet forwards. “I don’t really know you kid, but something tells me you’re not normally like this.” He studied the creature’s face, hoping for some sort of recognition in its face. He had to resist the urge to shiver as his eyes met hungry red pupils. “You must be absolutely terrified right now.” He stated, voice soft. “And that wound must hurt like hell. It’s almost overwhelming, isn’t it?” Believe me kid, I know. A growl rumbled from Saran’s throat, but whether that was a positive or negative response Keenan had no clue. “But you need to stop this, stop before you seriously hurt someone. Saran—”

Then the beast laughed, lunging at him so fast that Keenan was barely able to roll out of the way in time. Saran’s fist hit the ground, the earth cracking beneath it in the exact spot the ex-Yiga had been seconds prior. He whistled. “I guess that’s a no then?” Not that he was surprised, it was painfully obvious that the malice was the one in control. He clicked his tongue in annoyance, adding, “Guess we’ll have to do this the hard way.”

Saran lunged again. Dodging, Keenan directed his clones into repelling the assault, offering him just enough time to land on a tree limb to think. His thoughts raced. What could he do to stop this? At the rate that things were going, either his companions were going to die or he too would succumb to the malice, his energy finally spent. He wasn’t sure how long the boy’s rampage would continue either.

The whispering was growing louder, it was either now or never.

On one hand, he could kill the monster and end Saran’s suffering. That would probably be the easiest solution, but he wasn’t fond of the idea of killing an innocent child, especially one with a sibling to look after that would be left all alone. He wasn’t sure if he’d be able to handle the haunted look in Nessa’s eyes…

That left only one solution, somehow immobilize the kid. The malice hadn’t fully covered his body yet so maybe if he hit at the right angle…

I don’t wanna be a monster.

There was no more time. Keenan jumped back down, landing amongst his shadow clones. With a flick of his wrist, he tasked them to aim for Saran’s pressure points. That seemed to only antagonize the malice, as Saran’s attacks became faster.

His clones were hitting the right places but it wasn’t enough. Praying, Keenan teleported behind Saran and pinched the nerves in the middle of his neck.

The gerudo boy swayed, screeching before he hit the ground with a thud. Already the malice was beginning to recede, albeit slowly, pink goo leaking from the open wound. When his body had returned to its normal size, Keenan approached him to inspect his prone body. Satisfied, the former yiga sighed in relief. “That was too close.”

Just as he began to pick Saran up Keenan felt something pierce his back. Looking down, he noticed the thin spear point sticking out, just inches from being under his shoulder. He blinked. “Huh.” There was no pain, just the numb sensation of something that didn’t belong in his body.

He turned, making the moblin that had attacked him jump in surprise. “Now why did you go and do something like that pig face? I’ll have you know it’s going to take ages to wash the blood off this cloak.”

Something akin to terror appeared in the moblin’s face and it let out a human like scream, turning into bubbled garbles as its throat was cut.

As it crumbled to the ground Keenan turned to look at the others, wiping monster blood off his cheek. “Everyone alright? I’m not going to ask who stepped on the twig, we have a den of monsters to worry about.”

Hopos Hopos endersheart endersheart Soulmuse Soulmuse + anyone else present that I didn't mention. Keenan's ok. Probably.
 

Grima and Uriah​


Atara glanced at Uriah who had followed beside her when she left Grima. “Valen? No, I’m sure he’ll be..” she hesitated. There was no denying the large horse could be a potential problem with them trying to sneak about, still, “he’ll be of help, what if we need to get you kids out of here quickly? I can’t think of a horse better for the job.” She grinned at Uriah reassuringly.

“That’s hypothetical, of course, not that I think we’ll actually get into any trouble.”
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Uriah's eyes lit up as she smiled up at Atara, rocking on her heels as a feeling of relief washed over her that her dear steed would not mess up their plans.

“He's a real smart horse, and he kicks hard too, so no monsters will stand a chance.” She replied.

Atara peeked at Uriah, giving her a gentle smile, “you had something to show them, didn’t you?”
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“Yup!” She chirped, stepping forward and holding out her cupped hands before, “tada! A frog!” Opening them and revealing a little frog sitting in her palms. It croaked softly and blinked. She'd make sure that the little guy was put back where she found it before the group moved on, but she at least wanted the twins to see it so they knew what a frog looked like.

Her point, or fears, were proven as a loud snap was heard throughout the clearing. She turned in the direction of the noise to take in a very pale-faced Nessa. At her feet was a rather large twig that was now snapped in two. Shit, a stomping could be heard coming from the right of where they were. That wasn’t ideal.

The red Moblin burst into the area, letting out a war cry as it did so. Of course, why not make more noise, Atara thought bitterly. Forcing her legs to work she raced towards it, sliding beneath its legs as it swiped at her. It stomped, though she had long cleared it’s leg space, something between throwing a fit and thinking she was still there. They weren’t the brightest creatures.

Pulling her sword out of it’s sheath in one swoop, she cut through the monsters torso. Not as effortlessly as it may have looked to the others, she put all her muscle into that swing. It let out another cry as it fell to the ground, severed in two.

“So,” she commented, “we’re screwed.”

She knew before she heard the cries of more monsters. Two of their best fighters were missing in action and poor little Nessa had just shared their location to the whole horde. “We should move,” she called to the others, “the quicker the better.”
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Uriah's hand went to B's sword hilt, pulling her spirit companion's physical form from the sheath at the sound of the Moblin's approach. Valen, her trusty steed who had been walking beside her as they moved along made a nervous snort, pawing at the ground as his ears flattened at the sudden noise from the snapped twig and the following defeat of the red Moblin.

Uriah's hazel gaze swept the area, one hand placed on Valen to calm the horse while the other held her sword companion at the ready. She did nothing more than spare a glance at the dead creature, more so because the sight made her a bit queasy.

Grima was only a few feet away so far, sword in hand and keeping an eye out for more of their foes when–

Saran's almost sudden violent shaking and change in appearance, along with the loud cackle before rushing forward at speeds neither Sheikah or Hylian thought were possible caught both Grima and Uriah by surprise.

Faltering in her step a moment as her gaze snapped to Saran as he ran off, Uriah's wide eyes stared at where he was a moment ago.

The laugh that erupted from him had her reeling back, covering her ears and shutting her eyes. What was even happening? She didn’t bother to ask aloud, no one knew. When she opened her eyes, Saran had taken off. She turned in time to see him heading in the direction they were supposed to be going, towards Aisha and Keenan. “Saran!” This time she forced her feet to work, running towards wherever he was heading too. She didn’t get far, Atara appearing in front of her and grabbing her shoulders to lightly push her back while simultaneously holding her steady.

“You are not going after him.”

“I have to, he’s my brother!”

“Did you see him, Nessa? That is not your brother and you are not going to risk your life. Aisha and Keenan are up ahead, they won’t let any harm come to him. We have to worry about ourselves.”

Atara failed to mention she was way more worried about them handling Saran without getting hurt themselves. It was unimportant. Like she said, they had to worry about their current predicament.

As if on cue, a Bokoblin had launched itself at the two of them. Saran had spent enough time that getting out of here was no longer optional. They’d have to hold their own for now.

Swinging her sword up, Atara parried the oncoming attack. Pushing the monster back and surging forward to deliver a blow into its chest. It fell back with a cry, roots sprouting around it and dragging it into the Earth. She glanced back at Nessa, who nodded, arms raised from the attack she had just accomplished.

Very well, then. They were doing this.
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Blinking, Uriah sucked in a breath and moved from her frozen flabbergasted state to go near Nessa with sword in hand, a flash of worry in her eyes as she silently asked ‘are you okay?’ with a look she hoped her new friend understood. Hopefully Aisha and Keenan would handle it like Atara said.

A Bokoblin jumped out at her right as she was reaching her friend, causing her to turn and block the weapon with B's physical form almost a second too slow. Her jaw clenched and her brows furrowed as she pushed the Bokoblin back with a grunt and tightening her grip on the sword hilt, thrust the faintly glowing sword forward as the Bokoblin lifted it's arm once more to bring it's blow down, and with a slight turn and gritted teeth cut the beast in two.

She looked away and towards Nessa then to avoid looking at the mess made. She could hear the death cries of another Bokoblin, and a quick glance saw Grima pulling his own blade out of the monster that made the noise.

“You alright?” She asked her new friend as her gaze went back to the young Gerudo, lifting her sword companion's form at the ready for any other attacks.

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Atara let out a gentle laugh at the girl. She was certain they would be just fine, Valen included. The bad feeling she’d had prior be damned. She stepped out of the way when Uriah went to show the twins the frog she had caught. Not wanting to intrude since she’d seen them before.

Nessa squealed at the sight, hiding behind her brother. She wasn’t certain what she’d expected, having read about them in books, but it wasn’t this. The critter was a bit strange to the eye, one might say odd-looking. “It’s..” since Uriah was enraptured with the creatures, she felt she should be too, “it’s cute!”

She stepped out from behind her brother and approached Uriah, getting a more up-close look at the frog. It wasn’t what she would consider cute; like Peppa and Saline. It was its own sort of thing entirely. “Thanks for bringing him over here to show us,” she whispered, “I didn’t think I’d meet a frog so soon.”

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**present**

Uriah was a welcome distraction, one Nessa couldn’t focus on too much no matter how much she’d like to forget what was happening. “I’m okay,” she breathed, “just.. worried.” Understandable, considering the circumstances surrounding her brother.

She sunk another monster into the ground, the vines that wrapped around it likely crushing it before it even went under. Nessa met Uriah’s eyes then, giving the other girl a smile, “thanks for checking on me, even with all this going on.”

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There was a large gash on the Sheikah’s thigh, received at some point by a Lizalfos during the battle. Everything had become a bit of a blur. Atara was convinced the stinging sensation was the only thing keeping her from checking out.

Another Lizalfos sprinted towards her, calculating little beasties. She jumped back as it swung, just missing the end of its blade, and then rushed forward to take it down. She ignored the way her wound screamed at her for such quick-paced movement.

She tried to manage a quick look at the girls to make sure they were alright. An underestimation on her part, the sharp edge of a blade slicing through her mid-back. A hissed breath left her lips, turning just in time to see the Bokoblin realize its success wasn’t worth celebrating. Her sword went clean through its neck, prickles of pain spreading along her back.

A high-pitched, frightened scream met her ears. Her gaze snapping in the direction of the noise to be met with Nessa and Uriah struggling to ward off a swarm of monsters. A lizalfos, black in color, had leapt at the redheaded girl, while another was aiming to hit her side while she was distracted.

She couldn’t make it to them, not when the monsters in question were the quickest ones. As muddled as her mental state was, she could feel the storm above. Feel the magic in her trying to connect with it. She focused, pinpointing the waves of energy surging through the sky. There, the air crackled and she flinched, even when it became increasingly suffocating she continued to tap into the electricity.

And as if she’d never really lost it at all, lightning fell from the sky. The electricity struck the ground around wherever the girls weren’t. The cries of monsters sounded, the magic going out farther than she’d anticipated. Surrounding the girls and creating a wave effect. It’d be wise for her to control it, for her to learn how to control it.

When it passed, the fatigue that washed over her almost made her fall over. Just managing to catch herself before she bit it. The wounds on her back and thigh somehow seemed to be even more painful. Her nerves were completely offset.

It would be a great time for Saran and the other two to show up: normal and not like he was when they last saw him.

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Nessa had been so preoccupied with Uriah she didn’t notice the creatures creeping up on them until the Lizalfos jumped, a surprised screech left her lips, spear grasped from its carrier on her back. She wasn’t prepared for the moment lightning reached the ground, somehow missing exactly where her and Uriah stood, yet reaching everywhere else. Out of concern, she grabbed Uriah and pulled her closer. The closer they stood together, the less likely they were to be fried, she presumed.

She tried to block out the noises that came from the monsters, simply not interested in delving into how electrocution felt. It was over quicker than she realized, her grasp on Uriah loosening once the noise faded and all that was left was an occasional static. “Are you alright?” She asked the Hylian. Once she’d thoroughly checked over her and made sure she was, in fact, alive and well, her eyes fell onto Atara. The Sheikah’s eyes were fading from waves of gold back to their regular emerald, white hair frizzy from the magic she had just unleashed.

“You..” came Nessa’s voice, “you could do that this whole time!?!”​
 
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Watching Keenan charge towards the obviously corrupting Saran only made Aisha curse further. This close to the local source of Malice, she could taste the power in the air, feel it gnaw at her already flagging self-control, beg for just the slimmest bit of her self-control to give up.\. The monsters swarming towards them, drawn by the scent of it no doubt, didn’t help.

Leaving Keenan to go deal with Saran, Aisha turned her attention to the horde. She could worry about his lack of a plan later. The first arrow struck a Lizalfos in the throat, the second a Moblin’s eye. But even as the third went flying, Aisha could tell that arrows werne’t going to cut it, as all her usual advantages were gone, forced in a straight fight by the need to protect Keenan and Saran. Or, in the absolute worst case scenario, fight them.

As Aisha fired two more arrows, one miss, one hitting, she let her mind run out the best way to handle the problem. Monsters were in the end creatures of instinct, and that meant exploitable weakness, mostly involving built in reactions to things that caused fear, since Monsters weren’t always bright enough to understand things like rain stopping fire.

Letting the next arrow fly, Aisha swept a hand, a rapid-fire chanting. The nagging voice pointed out, helpfully, that if she changed two syllables, it would conjure actual flame, and wouldn’t hearing the monster scream be fun. Fun, and profitable because her companions needed that space, and-

They shrieked plenty as the wall of illusory flame rippled between Keenan and Saran’s scuffle, and Aisha and the monsters. However, distracted by her spell, only instinct saved Aisha from a Bokolin’s club, and this time, the spell that left her lips did not play kindly. Short, simple. Her own shadow roiled, and erupted in spikes, and two more Bokoblins met their end, including the one that got close enough to taste the idea of hitting her.

The internal giggling grew stronger, now given it’s first taste of blood. Aisha could taste her own blood on her tongue, bitten in the hurry of casting. Vaguely, her disguise started to fail, her original skin color fading through, doubtless her hair a horrifying muddled brown-red, and from the way the advancing monsters hesitated, doubtless she cut a confusing sight.

“I…” Even her voice sounded garbled, or maybe that would have been the pounding blood in her ears, her own magic, the temptations, the Malice all blending into a single cacophonous monologue that threatened to drown out hearing itself. It was this way, always, if she gave her magic a taste of it’s potential. T

Not for the first time, Aisha wondered how this even worked. She didn’t have a Fused Shadow, or even any other direct conduit to that foul magic that got them banished in the first place. Why then, did she have the damned whispers, why did she want-

Her fingers closed. The Lizalfos didn’t make any noise, but she could see the horror, the confusion on it, and its companions’, faces as the shadows beneath their feet strangled them. Most would call it survival instinct.

“I am-“ Losing. If nothing else, her little displays brought the monsters to her, but Aisha could also see that wouldn’t help much. Keenan and Saran were still fighting, Aisha idn’t have a clue about the others, and she had herself a small horde of monsters, to fight with a Bow, and Magic that kept eating away at her sanity.

The little voice pointed out, ever the helper, that it would take only a couple spells to remove the monsters. Aisha knew them after all, she’d even used them- She’d also been thrown out of her home for doing it, and probably would attract the eye of a Goddess to smite her dead. An arrow from somewhere grazed her shoulder. Dancing away from a spear, got her knicked by a sword, and a club nearly flattened her, and would have, if Aisha didn’t weave herself the illusions to bend the light around herself in time. Two more arrows sliced her check, and the blood pooled with sweat at her lips.

She could not win. Would not win. There didn’t need to be a voice to tell her that. Twili were not physical combatants, never were, magic was their weapon, and the shadows. And now, well, she had magic, didn’t see, she had shadows, why was she fighting like a Hylian she was not, she was a Twili and-

Just as the first time she tapped those dark places, it could be considered an out of body experience, the feeling of letting go. Watching yourself in greyscale from the darkness around you, and also seeing and feeling every little action. Every tattoo on her body glowed bright enough to overwhelm the illusions protecting them, and the monsters circled out wide, wary but sensing the advantage. Half a dozen stationary, illusory Aishas appeared, each wavering just slightly. Enough to distracted as these spells took focus, and effort.

One of her old teachers claimed that the best way to win a confrontation involved making the enemy deal with themselves, or someone else to win the fight. He’d meant it in the sense of Princess Minda using the Hero of Twilight, of course, but Aisha figured it applied here. Why fight herself, when her enemies’ shadows could do it for her.

Her illusions shattered, one after another, as did Keenan’s clones behind her. Then, Aisha’s own illusion finally gave up, her focus and energy changing and the new spell casting a few seconds to sink into the world. The Lizalfos nearest her lunged, and in the greyscale world, Aisha willed the shadows to dance. The monster’s eyes widneed in surprise as it tripped, the blade rising from the shadow it casdt to drive through it’s throat. Her hand swept outwards, and darkness roiled, swallowing up their foes one after another after another and with gargling shrieks and screamed those monsters ceased to struggle. The exhilaration lasted a few moments longer, then the cold set in, and the feeling of living returned to normal.

Turning she could see Saran collapsing into Keenan’s chest. Her fingers rose, still deeply cognizant of the shadows and the world around her. The storm and suffering meant that she could feel far more through then, and the surging magic in distance suggested Atara or one of the others. Throwing a hand in that general direction, Aisha focused hard. An easy trick in the Twilight Realm, to use the shadows to talk and communicate, but out in Hyrule she’d never tried. Before she culd figure it out, a Moblin charged from the trees, driving it’s spear into Keenan’s shoulder. While the man himself didn’t seem bothered, Aisha let the instinctive feeling go ahead.

The Moblin’s throat sliced in a single toss of a knife of pure shadows, her eyes running over het other two, then herself.

Aisha could see her tattoos still blazing a brilliant array of colors, even with her appearance restored. But, the malicious aura no longer threatened to eat her alive, and she could properly appreciate how tired she felt, and other realizations. Gathering her effort again, she reached out, this time finding it a bit easier to build the path through the shadows and magic. Finding Atara took a moment longer, and Aisha’s eyes closed, nd the out of body feeling returned, as she rebuilt the image of ‘herself’ out of something nearby to them.

“We found Saran.” Her voice would probably would echoey and distant, but it would have to do. “Keenan did….something.” One eye opened, fixed on Keenan. “What did you do?”

Without waiting for an answer she forged on. “Probably safe for now. About five minutes ahead of you on the trail, and –“ Whatever else she wanted to say, the sudden effort of using magic in ways she hadn’t for years, of self control, and of being overcame her, and the spell shattered, and Aisha doubled over, dry heaving and coughing up blood and bile into the dirt, eventually collapsing on her side, merely a Twili for hte first time ina long while.

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  • Zada
    "Very well I was likely being to hasty anyways." Onnen said not pushing more than she had. She likely should thank Zada for stopping her from being too stubborn and dead set on what she wanted. Onnen wanted to try to avoid the stubborn greedy nature that had brought down Demise.

    Onnen did wonder if Zada could walk and climb all day or multiple days in a row. They were no demon, so they would tire. Onnen had no real problem waiting for Zada to rest. "If you get tired we can stop or I could carry you for a bit." Onnen offered as Zada was helping and listening to her requests she should at least lend them an extra hand beyond combat.

    That was days ago. Zada had insisted on walking, but by now their legs and feet were sore and the illusions and magic used to change their appearance was gone, but stubbornness kept them moving even as the sun was setting. Onnen's eyes stared ahead as they passed through the grassy plateau, but occasionally it would wander to two distant structures in opposite directions: what could be some form of temple, and the castle.

    She could sense the gloom and malice from the castle, even from this distance. Like it was drawing her in…

    Her eyes snapped to the child accompanying her when she heard them grunt, in her distraction they had stumbled to their knees. A quick look over showed that they were not seriously injured, so she took action. Stooping, she hooked an arm under their thighs and heaved them up onto her shoulder as if they were a sack, ignoring their yelp and babbling to be put down, her eyes glanced around for a spot for them to rest.

    “I'm old enough to walk on my own–” Zada grunted as they laid across Onnen's shoulder.

    “That may be true, but you are tired. We will continue on once you rest.” She ignored Zada's groan in complaint. Finding a spot in a crumbling structure, she set them down and kept a lookout as they complained under their breath and set up a small place to rest.

    Zada didn't realize how tired they were until they blinked open their eyes to the sound of rain, and sitting up they frowned when they couldn't see Onnen nearby. Where had she gone?

    After quickly packing up and throwing on a cloak they packed in an attempt to protect themself from the rain once they've woken up a bit more, Zada couldn't tell how long they slept, but decided to continue moving. Eyes scanning their surroundings they caught sight of movement in the distance.

    A Lynel. Their mother had told them that Lynels were one of Ganon’s stronger creatures and seeing how it was firing lightning arrows at an opponent, they could see why. Squinting they grimaced when they realized that said opponent was Onnen.

    They debated helping, pulling out one of their twin blades and even taking a few steps forward before pausing to reconsider. Zada knew that they were not currently skilled enough to fight a Lynel, and they also knew that it'd be foolish to try and just get in her way.

    They also had a feeling she would not want them to try and help if it meant endangering themself, but they wanted to know how she even got herself into such a situation.

    Onnen's warning shout drew their attention and when their eyes snapped back to the two Zada's breath hitched. The Lynel’s bow pointed up and an arrow went flying.

    And it was making an arch towards them.

    They scrambled to get out of range, moving to the right towards the tree line, not looking back as their aching legs moved them forward as fast as possible to some form of safety. A tingle went up their legs and spine as the arrow missed, quickly followed by a second that hit the ground behind them with a bursting pop and fizzle that made the tingling sensation more intense.

    They hadn't been hit, thankfully, but they didn't stop moving until their lungs hurt with every breath and they found themselves somewhere completely different, body aching in a way it hadn't since they were in their early days of training with their mother and fellow clansmen.

    ‘I don't think I've ever run so far and so fast’ Zada thought, honestly surprised with themself. They didn't think they had it in them to run like that for a while yet.

    Moving slowly and staying alert, their pale eyes scanned their surroundings warily. They could distantly see mechanical creatures roaming about and tried not to get in their sights. Crouched among the grass when possible, camps of monsters were heavily avoided, and lone wandering beasts were met with their blade. Any new scars Zada received they told themself it was just proof they were slowly improving.

    They had to improve as a fighter. Or else they'd be a disappointment and failure, something their mother didn't deserve.

    They didn't rest often, but when they did they slept light and very little, and ate whatever they could when they felt it was safe to do so, not wanting to be found by a monster and reminding themselves of the mission they were on. Zada hadn't seen Onnen since, either. They barely consulted their map too frustrated with their lack of map reading skills to bother, on top of already losing track of time passing, unsure on if it had been days since leaving the plateau or even Gerudo. Zada was gaining a headache when they heard the sound of a Bokoblin nearby.

    Ganon be damned, why did he make so many annoying pests?

    …

    May Ganon forgive them for such slander, for it was childish and uncalled for.

    At one point they had miscalculated and ended up chased by two Bokoblins that saw them kill it's brethren and steal one of the groups bows and the arrows that came with it. Zada didn't bother fighting them and proved to be faster than the pig like beasts anticipated. Eventually the longer they walked led to them being drenched in heavy rain despite their cloak doing it's best to protect them from the elements, and finding a fish like person, a Zora no doubt if what their mother told them was correct, it seemed like Zora's Domain was near.

    It wasn't really their plan to travel all the way here, but a tingling sensation in the back of their mind made them think their luck might turn around.

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The rain pattered on the blue stone of Rutala Dam. The great Divine Beast, Vah Ruta, stood in the center of the lake. Its trunk tilted towards the sky, an infinite source of water being released from it. On the dam, under an overhanging rock, sat Atara, scribbling notes into her book.

They’d been here for a little over a day with group tensions still hanging in the air. Atara, ever the avoider until her thoughts were settled, had been doing just that; steering clear. She’d wrapped and disinfected her own wounds shortly after the fight in hopes to not get an infection. Now, those same spots on her back and thigh were stinging in memory.

Prince Sidon had been at Inogo Bridge when the group had arrived, seeking help in Zora's time of crisis. While he could swim back to Zora Domain, their journey had proved to be much more difficult. Winding roads through the mountain, bridges, and an unknown amount of monsters. Had the group been in tip top shape, they might have had an easier time. Nevertheless, here they were at last.

Vah Ruta trumpeted, the ground rumbled at the noise. She placed her notes down, pushed herself off the cold ground, and walked to the ledge. She laid her hands on the railing, watching the gears of the Divine Beast shift and spin. A part of her wondered what had happened, why Ruta was in distress, another part had a feeling she already knew.

“And people say I’m antisocial.” Keenan suddenly appeared next to her, nibbling on a pepper like it was the most common occurrence in the world. “Rupee for your thoughts?” Though her wounds hadn’t appeared too severe when they arrived to the domain, he was somewhat surprised to see her out and about so soon given her inexperience with fighting. The journey alone no doubt took a mental toll on her like the others, who were either still passed out in bed or exploring the various shops and sights, yet here she was hiding from the world, likely lost in her own thoughts.

He hadn’t sought her out of concern, merely curiosity had led him to seek her out. That, and the fact that they had an upcoming audience with the king and prince to develop a plan to deal with Vah Ruta. The last thing he wanted to do was linger and be interrogated, the battle he had fought with a crazed Saran being the elephant in the room.

Atara had grown accustomed to Keenan sneaking up on her, so, for the first time since meeting him, she didn’t flinch. Instead, she tilted her head just enough to take in his form. “Oh,” she muttered dryly, “it’s you.” Then she was patting the railing next to her, as if telling him to stop lurking and actually stand beside her.

He debated for a moment, weighing his options before ultimately sitting down next to her. “Thanks for the warm welcome.” He replied, a sardonic smile forming on his lips.

A hum of acknowledgement, as if they were ever warm towards one another, “how’s your wound?” She was surprised that out of everyone he had sought her out. Boredom, maybe, he did have a knack for teasing her, or maybe he was just a bit like her and wanted to avoid the pressure.

“Barely felt it.” That was basically the truth, except he hadn’t felt it period. “It took me hours to wash off the blood from my clothes though.” His nose wrinkled, fingers lightly touching where the wound was. “It was more of a pain getting the spear out and dressing the wound than anything. You?”

“Hmm,” she mused, “they still sting, but I got the bleeding to stop.” The one on her thigh happened to be deeper than the one across her back, although they were both relatively nasty lacerations. She wouldn’t be the least bit surprised if they left a scar in their wake. “Thankfully I didn’t have to pull anything out,” a nod towards the spear going clean through him, “you seem to be faring well, however, like you said.”

Ruta bellowed for a second time, her gaze focused in on the Divine Beast at the noise, “I do wonder how you managed to subdue Saran without a single scratch, the one wound you did receive coming from a singular Moblin after the fact,” she leaned her cheek against her arm, eyes still on the elephant, “and yet, our resident Twili ran herself clean out of magic.”

Keenan inwardly winced, rolling his eyes. This girl.

Fine, he’d play her game. “Luck mostly. Luck and a little magic.” It was the best answer he could come up with at the moment, not certain how he managed it himself. He winked at her, then glanced up at the sky, eternally covered by dark clouds as Ruta continued her rampage. Her bellows carried a hint of sorrow, her tears manifested in the form of an endless sea of her own making. “I doubt I’ll be able to handle him if it happens again.” He admitted. No, I fear he’ll turn me into a bloody smear on the ground and that’ll be the end of it. “His life as he knows it could be ruined if we don’t find a way to deal with his..predicament.” A long pause followed, silent except for the divine beast’s cries and pouring rain. “Poor kid.” He was one victim of many.

He turned his eyes back to his companion, studying her. “The desert can be harsh, but not as harsh as some of its inhabitants. There’s the gerudo as you well know, but also the rats doing whatever they can to obtain the Big Cheese.” Which included some of his former clansmen experimenting with malice. His stomach soured, memories of his own trauma resurfacing to ruin his appetite. Throwing the pepper in the water he decided to change gears.

Ah yes, Aisha. “How long have you known about our archer friend’s secret identity? I doubt she came to you willingly with open arms.” Briefly, Keenan’s thoughts drifted back to the previous battle and the Twili’s eventual collapse. She didn’t even have enough energy to maintain her disguise, forcing him to delay his search for the rest of the group until she slightly recovered.

Poor kid, huh? If there was one thing Atara was certain of, it was that Keenan was hiding a secret much larger than the rest of them. “Contrary to your belief, she did in fact tell me willingly. Actually, we both shared secrets.” Then she was shifting so she was facing him, a glint in her eyes, “we can share secrets too, if you want?”

Keenan hummed, considering it for a moment. “Nope. That would be the end of our little game and we can’t have that. Too boring. Try again another day.” He turned his gaze to the divine beast, adding, “We have bigger fish to fry, don’t you think?”

For the first time since he’d shown up she giggled, “yea, didn’t think you were the secret telling type.” Nor was she particularly in the mood to share her own, regardless, it had been worth a shot. “Right, like figuring out how to fix Saran and appeasing Vah Ruta.”

“Precisely.” He said, briefly patting her head. He stood, clearing his throat. “Which reminds me, our little merry band has a meeting with royalty coming up. Don’t be late Atara.” He winked, turning to begin the march back to the domain. “Later birdie.”

She had gone to swat his hand away from her head, unamused at being treated like a child, but he was walking away before the hit could connect. With a huff, she was grasping her book from its spot on the ground and putting it in her satchel so it wouldn’t get wet. Once she was certain it was secure, she was jogging to catch up to him, “wouldn’t it make more sense to walk back together, since you came all the way out here to find me in the first place?”

He snorted. “Fair enough.”

She fell into a comfortable pace, one without any more conversation. He had seemed ready to escape and she didn’t want to interrupt his peace. An odd sentiment, considering how often she did so on a regular basis.

It wasn’t long before the bridge leading to Zora’s Domain was in view, the guards on duty waving to the two of them. Atara, ever the bashful type, simply waved back. They’d been notified of the group's arrival by Prince Sidon, if the distaste from some of the Zora hadn’t made the entire domain aware.

She trodded down the bridge, taking in the sights as she did. When they made it to the end, Atara stepped in front of Keenan and turned, before standing on her tiptoes and ruffling his hair. “There, now we’re even.” She flashed him a grin and without waiting for a response, she was turning on her heel and heading back towards the inn where the group had been resting.

Keenan sighed. “Well, at least she doesn’t want to skewer me alive for the time being. Hop little rabbit, hop…”

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Zora domain was wet. Being from an area that never rained, with next to no water aside from the oasis in Kara Kara Bazaar, it was a drastic contrast. Nessa hadn’t had the energy to explore and, yet, her curiosity continued to grow, especially with the frequent cries from Vah Ruta; the Divine Beast of the Zora. Atara had left early in the morning to go examine the creature, or so she said, and hadn’t returned since.

Nessa was currently sitting above Saran on one of the inn beds, messing with the curls on his head. She’d been worried he’d snap at any given moment, any minor mistake. The memory of his other self still lingered in her mind. Anytime she started to drift off, the nightmare replayed. She was back on the plain and Saran’s laugh was ringing in her ears, the look he had made before he’d taken off indented in her memory.

The worst thing wasn’t even the event, it was that she actually found herself fearful it would happen again. That a part of her, however small, was scared of that part of her brother. Her brother. She hadn’t brought up her concern with this entire situation, that she wasn’t certain he should participate in anymore fighting until they’ve sorted whatever had happened to him out. She was much too worried it would hurt his feelings, make him think she didn’t believe in him.

Her fingers twisted a small tuft of his hair into a braid, something she’d likely end up taking out immediately after. “Saran..” she murmured, “are you nervous about meeting the King?” The Prince was a tall, bulky Zora, and Nessa couldn’t imagine what his father might look like.

On their journey here she’d found herself wishing more than once she could swim like the Zora. After trekking up the mountain trail and crossing a number of bridges in the rain, she thought she’d had enough adventure for a lifetime. Atara was a constant reminder that this was just the first part to a very long one, though.​
 
Even days later, Aisha still felt miserable. It had been years and years since she burned herself that badly, worked her body and mind so hard that her magic started eating her alive. Or that she’d done something that stupid. Probably not since she’d been a kid.

Impressively, neither Keenan nor Atara seemed to realize quite what had happened to her, chalking the experience up to being exhausted of magic, rather than a colossal over estimation of her own ability. Or perhaps more accurately, overstretching. Then again, Aisha couldn’t say she figured there was a better solution. Her usual tricks and illuisons werne’t suited for straight up combat, and in that situation there was not much chance to run. And the Malice, or whatever that was, seemed to have a creative, and unpleasant reaction with the darker side of her magic.

You could just accept. Or that she now heard voices. They weren’t constant, or even that loud, but they were more than the whispers. A part of Aisha admired just how thoroughly her ancestors screwed up, to make it so that just messing with the things they did in the modern era left such artifacts. Or maybe they found something truly horrible to convene with. That would make sense, in a sense.

In either case, she elected to not think about that overmuch, letting the rain and cold seep into her being. It felt…perhaps not good, but welcoming. Rain proved a novelty when she first found herself cast into Hyrule, but over time it, and the cold it brought proved a reminder of home, and one she enjoyed. But, casting that aside least one of the Zora decide to ask more questions about the strange Hylian who liked rain, Aisha ducked back into the inn. She contemplated using a bit of magic to dry herself off, but outside of the basics of illusions, Aisha still didn’t trust herself with that, so she opted to just keep looking like a rain-soaked mess as she moved through the inn towards the room that last she knew, Saran and Nessa occupied.

Giving the doorframe a solid knock, then waiting a few seconds she stuck her head in, finding the siblings sitting on one of the beds. “How are you holding up?” Her eyes flickered between them. “Both of you.”

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“..Mmm…I dunno”

A groan of mindlessness, the little gerudos mind, however, was far from the present with his sister. Still replaying that scene of events in his mind from days before, gathering what memories he could before everything eventually blacked out

And. when he came too..

“What happened? What.. did I do…what did I do-what did I do-?!”

He practically begged the man with white hair, Keenan, balling his shirt with his fist, shaking him with what strength he had; and the first eyes he saw when he came to. and why was he the first, why was he there? Why was it whenever he stared at him things felt more familiar then he did when he looked at his sister. Why when he looked at him, did his head hurt, his chest hurt, but just in those moments feel like he could-

‘how are you two holding up?’

His head snapped back to reality at the feminine voice that came from the doorframe. Aisha, the odd…magician that was there that day.

“Fine.”

Saran answered point blank. He wasn’t in the mood to entertain, or be cooed over. Ever since that fight he couldn’t get that man’s face out of his head, a voice nagging at him forever. ‘He knows something..he knows..and you need to know’

He looked back up into his sister's eyes. Where he saw his best friend he now saw hesitance. He made a scowl to himself. The one person he thought he had in all of this..her trust-gone too. All because of something inside him he didn’t fully understand.

..but the other man did. He was his only hope now.

Without explanation he got up from their bed before turning back to his sister.

“I’m gonna go on a walk around the domain. Don’t worry, I won’t go far.”

…no emotion in his voice, no sympathy or care as he stared at her with his cold eyes. He didn’t wait for an answer, brushing past the woman and walking down the hallway to find ‘Keenan’.

“Thanks for checking on me ma'm.” He said without turning back, walking down the hallway, Zora bandages limiting his travel ever so slightly.

​

endersheart endersheart .......bye​

Soulmuse Soulmuse sorry but also bye​

Aura Of Twilight Aura Of Twilight bitch where you at.​

 
  • Grima and Uriah
    Grima was cold. Grima hated the cold. He didn't complain about it, but his mood had silently soured the longer the group had been subjected to the rain and slight drop in temperature. As much as he'd prefer to curl up under a pile of blankets and sleep, he wanted to keep an eye on Uriah after treating a slash he had sustained to his side during the ambush of monsters. He had remembered that Atara had been injured, and had asked once when he could catch sight of her if she had been alright.

    They may have not spoken much as adults, but he still remembers her as a friend he was fond of as a child.

    He had made sure to be careful how he moved, the wound wasn't too deep but it stung sharply if he wasn't careful in how he turned. Currently he was walking through the Domain to make sure Uriah didn't get into something she shouldn't, or slip and hurt herself or get pinched by a crab. By now his center remained warm but his limbs were growing chilled, and the chill had slowly spread from his fingers to his shoulders the longer he stayed despite his arms and legs being covered.

    Uriah herself was nervous at the thought of meeting the king of the Zora's, but that didn't stop her from wanting to explore a little. As much as she wanted to help and console Nessa about Saran's transformation she wasn't sure how. So, she decided for at least a little while to give the twins some space.

    She told herself that as soon as they got back she'd check on Nessa.


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    Mentioned: Atara and Nessa ( endersheart endersheart ), Saran ( Hopos Hopos )
 
Nessa frowned, he wasn’t really paying attention to a word she was saying. The hands that had been braiding a section of his hair paused, a flash of concern. He’d only gotten worse since that day and she wasn’t certain what would make him better. Maybe this was just who he was now, maybe there was no getting the Saran she knew back. Her lips pressed into a thin line, keeping the tears at bay.

-“How are you holding up.. both of you?”

Her eyes shifted up to gaze at the Hylian, “we’re-“ her brothers ‘fine’ cut through the air, causing her words to falter. Just as quickly as he’d answered Aisha, he was getting up. She opened her mouth to say something, then snapped it back shut. Just let him go, a little voice in the back of her mind stated, it doesn’t matter what you say anyway.

“Okay,” she murmured in response, watching as he left the room. When his footsteps faded, she turned back to Aisha. “Do you think we’ll be able to help him?” Do you think there’s any point in trying? There were so many things they didn’t know about what the Yiga had done to him.

A noise sounded, like a thud against the doorframe. When she looked towards the noise she realized it was just a traveler's bag knocking against the wall, probably accidental. They looked tired and injured. Very injured, actually. Within an instant she was off the bed and next to them.

“Here, let me help you.. Zada, you said? My name’s Nessa. It’s nice to meet you.”

—

Atara had been heading to the inn when the sight of Grima and Uriah halted her. Grima who didn’t do well in the rain or cold, or with any sort of chill. With a new mission in mind, she headed towards the shop. It was a long shot, really, but it never hurt to ask.

“Do you happen to have a warm doublet I could purchase?”

The shopkeeper looked thoughtful for a moment, “we don’t get that question very often around here.”

“Mmm, I have a friend,” she gestured in the direction, “who gets sick easily.”

The shopkeeper nodded, “I’ll look through my things.”

When he popped back up from behind the counter he pulled out something that looked similar to a winter coat, it would work. “That’s perfect,” she answered gratefully, “how much?”

“80 rupees,” she handed him a silver rupee, unconcerned with the change, and smiled. “Thanks for looking for me, I really appreciate it.” The shopkeeper gave her a friendly smile back and handed her the coat, with it in hand she headed back to where she had last seen Grima and Uriah.

Once they were in sight, she quickened her pace to catch up, stopping once she was in range to wrap the clothing around his shoulders. “You’ll get sick if you don’t bundle up well, you know?”​
 
Keenan
​
Compared to the dimly lit caverns and the endless desert of his homeland, the Domain was a gem among stone. There were signs of life everywhere he looked even in the midst of a oncoming disaster, smiles and laughter of zora children playing, merchants attempting to sell their wares to passerby, soldiers patrolling the area and providing assistance to their fellow citizens. To strangers it probably seemed to be a normal day all things considered, despite the constant rain falling from the heavens above.

And yet, there was an uneasy undercurrent, Keenan’s sharp eyes not missing the tense postures and worried, tired eyes of the adults. They all knew what awaited them should Keenan and the others fail to subdue the divine beast. Rumors were running wild and doubts clung to each word like the tightening of a spider’s web. He would never admit it to the others, but the ex-Yiga was a tad nervous. They weren’t exactly an elite squad of soldiers after all. Hell, over half of the group had little to none fighting experience. He sighed, shaking his head to dispel unhelpful thoughts. Now that Atara had gone back to the hotel to check on the others, he still had some free time to walk around the domain before he and the others had a royal appointment.

After a visit to the local weaponsmith, Keenan felt a bit more at ease. Perhaps it was simply a result of his upbringing but he had always preferred to be in the company of steel. Weapons didn’t talk, ask questions, issue orders. They were simply tools to be used or admired, melted into the perfect shapes and patterns under the careful eyes of a seasoned artisan. The weapons of the zora were much like their creators, elegant and at home in the water. Keenan would have been tempted to purchase one of the blades, but alas he had no where to put it. A pity.

So it was he wandered around for a while, listening to the roar of waterfalls around him. Soon enough it was time for him to go meet up with the others. He had just made it to the stairs leading to the hotel when a splash of red entered his vision. Keenan briefly waved, his lips forming into his usual easygoing smile. “Well it’s about time the sleeping prince woke up. How are you feeling—”

The cold look on Saran’s face stopped him in his tracks. Green eyes bore into him, completely empty except for a faint glimmer of something akin to desperation. Keenan also noticed the new bandages covering the boy’s chest, doing little to hide the dark wound beneath.

The ex-Yiga rolled his eyes, another sigh escaping him as he briefly closed his eyes. “Well this was bound to happen sooner or later.” Then he turned around, looking over his shoulder to Saran still behind him. “You’ve got a lot of questions, don’t you? Well come on then, let’s find a more suitable place to talk. I know a place with a great view.”

Not checking to see if the gerudo was following him, Keenan started walking to a enclosed private seating area he had passed by earlier beneath the main road. With any luck it should still be empty.

He rubbed his forehead, an ache forming behind his eyes. The malice embedded in his own skin itched, as if it was eager to see what was about to unfold.

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Mentioned: Everybody else.
 
Aisha watched Saran brush past her with a raised eyebrow. She could feel him, the Malice or whatever Keenan called it, still there inside her. A bit of her magic started to reach out to it, before she caught herself letting him go. Anyone with a brain could see that no, the boy was not okay, but she didn’t’ care to push the issue and, frankly if they needed to find him, Aisha felt confident she could trace him via that feeling.

Nessa’s okay lacked any of the confidence that it should have had, not that Aisha expected much less. One’s first experience with horrific magic left scars on the soul and psyche that would never fully heal. Aisha got voices. Nobody knew what Minda got. The Hero of Twilight got to shapeshift, and so the list went on. Nessa, and Saran would of course have their own scars.

“Helping is always possible.” Aisha started carefully not sure exactly what to say given that she didn’t really know how to reveal the rest of the information about herself. Saran probably remembered some parts of it, which would cause some problems. “The question is if your brother is willing to let us help him.” She rubbed her shoulder as she thought. “And first he needs to know what is happening, has happened, to him.” Or at least, that is what worked for her. “I’m sure everyone will do their best.”

Before she could ramble to much farther, someone stumbled into the room. A quick once over suggested that while they looked like a drowned rat, if the drowned rat lost a fight with a cat of some sort. But, that would be a problem for another time, those wounds needed looking at. As Nessa moved, Aisha extended an arm to help hold the other person up.

“Aisha.” She kept her introduction short, trying to guide the new arrival to the nearest bed as she tried to assess the wounds. Healing magic would probably be right out so that left the good old fashioned way. “Any of these serious?”

Not being particularly reassuring: endersheart endersheart Takumi98 Takumi98
 
Keenan’s immediate understanding without Saran having to do anything to get them was a shock. He thought he’d have to beg his questions out of him, or dig deep into those red eyes and find some kind of answer on his own. But here he was, all explanations to his woes handed to him on a silver platter.

He would’ve looked more relieved if he had energy to express it, but instead he followed the white warrior to the private place he had mentioned. It was clear the gerudo’s stature alone was no match to Keenans. He barely came up to his waist, face far from his own as he literally looked up to try and meet his eyeline. Under any other circumstances, he’d be terrified of this man. The title ‘Ex Yiga’, was scary enough, but just his general demeanor, his cold eyes, that deep voice could send shivers down his spine at any moment.

But his actions had proved to him he was more kind, and knowledgeable then Saran first let on, and that was enough

As they walked, there was a slow pain that began to fester in Saran’s head. It was like a heady, but gently pounding..over and over..as if it had a heartbeat of its own. Saran reached out a hand to his leg, and the closer he got to him, the more painful his headache became. He quickly withdrew his hand, maintaining his distance. Another one for the list.

When they arrived at the door, another wave of relief overcame the young boy as he saw no one was in the room. It was a meeting room underneath the domain’s main bridge with a table, and a few chairs all carved out of the same stone the rest of the domain seemed to be made of.

There was a little couch in front of the table seated under a little window to the outside. Keenan was right, the view was breathtaking. Water miles and miles beneath them. The Gerudo sluggishly limped to the couch and sat himself up, eyes locking again with Keenan’s. He had no time for decor or scenery.

“What is it?.” Direct and cold, not even thanking the ex-yiga for sitting down with him in the first place. “Atara says it’ll eventually heal-but..I can’t believe her, not after what happened on our way. I know, something in me knows that whatever this is-isn’t leaving. And something in me..also knows that you have the answers too. Why? Why do you seem to know more about me now than anyone else? What is inside of me?”

There was a level of hurt to his words, and he the Gerudo didn't even seem understand why. He wasn’t mad at the man, but he was-mad at everything that had happened that he still didn’t understand. That question was unspoken, only there whether Keenan could understand it or not.

@ Aura Of Twilight Aura Of Twilight
 
  • Grima and Uriah
    Once they were in sight, she quickened her pace to catch up, stopping once she was in range to wrap the clothing around his shoulders. “You’ll get sick if you don’t bundle up well, you know?”

    The footsteps nearby cause him to turn slightly, blinking as something warm was draped over his shoulders.

    “Ah Atara, thank you,” he replied, “you didn't have to y’know, how much did this cost you?” He added as he put on the doublet proper over his own shirt. He couldn't help but feel a little bad that Atara went out of her way to buy something for him, and held back the urge to insist he pay his friend back what she spent.

    Uriah who had been rambling to Grima about how cute the crabs they had saw scattered around the domain looked, and had been slightly veering towards their kind Zora hosts, had been distracted by the exchange between the two adults. She had perked up immediately at the sight of Atara and gave her a greeting, though when the older woman spoke to Grima the young Hylian shot her father figure a glance from the corner of her eyes that he was pointedly not acknowledging.

    He was going to pretend he was not silently being judged right now.


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    Mentioned: n/a
 
Aisha could see the new arrival work through their own wounds, and attempting to assess them. Some distant part of her wondered just where they got the mental fortitude to do that, or maybe if it was just a Twili curse to be so limited in pain tolerance. Glancing at the indicated wound on the new arrivals thigh, she couldn't help but blink. That seemed like a bit more than a 'I suppose' to her, then again, see her previous thought.

"I should have some herbs and things in..." Aisha palmed her pockets. "My bag." Which was in the other room. "One sec." And with that, she scrambled out of the room, and to her own, where it would take a few moments to locate the somewhat soaked pouch that contained her somewhat limited supplied of herbs and materials for making makeshift bandages and wraps, before turning, and making her way back, at a much more sedate pace.

Fleeing to help: Takumi98 Takumi98 endersheart endersheart
 
Atara waved her hand, unconcerned with the price of the clothing, “no need to thank me, as long as it keeps you from sniffling about, it’s worth it. After all, who would help me keep an eye on the children if you’re unwell?” A jest, Grima was much more to her than a babysitter. In some ways he was her only true friend.

Settling next to Uriah, she crouched down so she was level with the girl, “have you caught any critters today?” The Hylian had a fondness for nature she admired. All things, big and small. She’d learned, in her time with the group, that children created a sense of tranquility she’d never felt. Deep down, it made her all the more angry with her father.

Best not to dwell on the past. No, that or a childhood that was beyond saving.

—

With Aisha’s help guiding Zada to a bed was an easy task. The latter looked to be in terrible condition, it made Nessa wonder what they had endured on the way here and how long their journey had been. With them settled, Aisha was questioning the severity of their wounds and springing into action. It reminded her just a bit of how Atara had been with Saran.

Her own assessment was quick, a glance over the lacerations along their body. It gauged more than a ‘suppose,’ but that wasn’t her place to say. Aisha scurried away, off to find her bag Nessa determined. She fell silent, uncertainty filling her to the core. She’d always had her brother at her side, here to ease her spirit and fears.

“If the fairy fountain granted you your magic, which is full of creating life, I’m certain you could heal given enough practice.” How she wished she could fix Zada’s plight with a bit of magic now. “You must be tired, how long have you been traveling for? Do you not have anyone to keep you company?”​
 
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Keenan
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The ever present, unintelligible whispers in his mind had gotten loud again, hissing in a frenzied, almost excited tone that sent a chill down Keenan’s spine. Saran was walking beside him; he wondered if it was because of the Gerudo youth’s proximity. Could malice communicate across hosts?

He shook his head, pushing that line of thinking down as far as he could. Focus Azrael, now isn’t the time for such thoughts.

Though it couldn’t have taken more than a few minutes, the time it took to get to their destination seemed to take forever, the voices still continuing to babble and regret pooling in Keenan’s gut like the steady drip of water leaking down from above. He didn’t want to even have this discussion, especially right now with a barely teenage boy, but the ex-assassin knew that the longer he dragged his feet the worse the inevitable confrontation would become. There was no telling how long it would be before Saran would have another flare up as the malice further settled in his veins.

Thankfully by the time the two had arrived the voices in his mind had faded to just a dull hum as the roaring sound of waterfalls took their pace. While the area was mostly empty except for the occasional patrolling guard, Keenan wasted no time applying a temporary seal to soundproof the room just as a precaution in case of curious passerby. The last thing he needed was more trouble. Once that was done he leaned against the table, arms crossed. Here goes nothing.

Saran was now sitting on the small couch across from him, not even bothering with pleasantries as he began tearing into the ex-assassin like a man possessed and demanding answers.

Heh. Possessed. Keenan held back a snort. Leave it to him to come up with puns at the worst moments. Closing his eyes, he breathed deeply as his thoughts raced. The kid deserved to know but he wondered how delicately he should put and if it’d be best to tell Saran everything.

“What you have, kid, is malice.” He said, his eyes locking with Saran’s icy glare. “Think of it as a…virus that the dark forces have put on you as part of a trial, a test of life and death to see if your body is worthy of receiving a ‘blessing’ from Ganon himself.” His lips formed into a sardonic smile. “Considering the fact that you’re still breathing at all, I would say you passed with flying colors.” His gaze drifted down to the poorly covered wound on the young Gerudo’s chest. “And that there is evidence that Ganon’s power has already begun to flow through your veins.”

There was a long pause, then, “To be it bluntly, you’re going through the worst form of puberty imaginable simply because you’re a Gerudo male that is still, against all odds, among the living. Congratulations Saran, you’ve won the jackpot.” With a exaggerated movement of one of his arms, the ex-assassin placed a hand over his heart, the malice under his shirt squirming at his touch. “Just like me.”

Hopos Hopos
 
  • Grima and Uriah
    Atara waved her hand, unconcerned with the price of the clothing, “no need to thank me, as long as it keeps you from sniffling about, it’s worth it. After all, who would help me keep an eye on the children if you’re unwell?” A jest, Grima was much more to her than a babysitter.
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    “Letting them run about would lead to chaos I'm sure,” He joked in return with the ghost of a smile, “even ill, someone has to make sure the children don't somehow summon a dragon.”


    Settling next to Uriah, she crouched down so she was level with the girl, “have you caught any critters today?”
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    Perking up, Uriah turned her full attention to Atara at the question.

    “I haven't caught any, yet,” She glanced at Grima from the corner of her eye before returning to Atara and continuing with, “but I did see a few crabs while walking around with dad, he said not to bother them though...” she trailed off before glancing back at Grima from the corner of her eye again as he went about digging into a small pouch hanging from his belt, not having noticed the slip though the beginning of a small smile on his face showed that Grima noticed in his act of not listening into his charge's plans. When he seemed to not be listening too hard Uriah leaned forward to whisper, as if sharing some sort of conspiracy or secret, “he doesn't know it yet but I'm gonna catch a crab later. I think the siblings might like it.” her eyes had a hint of a mischievous glint to them.

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