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Discussion in 'Trilby Highlands' started by Tiketh, Mar 30, 2017.

  1. Tiketh

    Tiketh Just Me and My Darker Side
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    Tiketh couldn't help but feel a little relieved that neither Nasira nor Zimo wanted him to go alone. While he didn't want them hurt, truth be told he was terrified to face Take alone, already full aware he was not able to stop the psychotic spirit should it try to inhabit and control his body again. He had not been able to stop him so many times in the past. Why should now be different? Why should he believe he can stop the spook now? He didn't, that was fact. He knew already he would lose and would always lose. he just had no hope. Maybe it was the fact he'd already given up on a fight he hadn't yet fought... maybe that fact alone was the entire reason he would lose. Of course, it wouldn't be easy convincing him of that probably.

    He cracked a smile at Nasira's outburst. Spiritual poop was he? Now that seemed fitting. He'd have to use that one someday and tell it like it is, calling Take out on being a ghost poo. "Thank you," he said, bowing his head, "It was probably stupid of me to even suggest it. I just... You two have already been through so much and I know better than any just what Take is capable of..." And even then he wasn't satisfied with the notion that he might have seen all of what he could do. No. Doubtably. There had to be so much more this rogue haunt could still do to torment Tiketh among others.

    Taking a deep breath, steeling himself against an obvious trap, he strolled across the manor's foyer and pushed open the doors to the lounge, entering the lair of tricks he was certain lay within.

    Except...

    All was quiet. The lounge was empty, dead silent even to the roaring winds outside of which he suspected a storm was probably brewing somewhere. Take was nowhere to be seen, and yet... no! The room wasn't as empty as he thought. Hunched over against a shredded and ruined couch was Raice. He seemed in one piece and alive, though lying there unconscious with blood soaked clothing. he groaned softly, hand instinctively pawing at an already clotting wound on his side. Eyes shut, he didn't seem to notice anyone enter. Tiketh wanted to run to him to see if he was okay... but what if he was the trap?

    "Do you think.... Do you think he's booby trapped?"
    the Hylian asked, eyebrow arched curiously, needing to know the answer to this riddle so badly it hurt. "Raice!" he called, "Are you alright?!"

    The exorcist mumbled something incomprehensible and resumed lying there like a useless blob. Take's voice answered in a much more needed clarity. "I found him upstairs and we had a little fun. I think I might have been too rough. He's yours if you want him. Why don't you all go check and see if he's alright."
     
  2. Nasira Shahr

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    The spirit of the zoran woman didn't seem like it could be dampened for long which of course Sira could really appreciate in this moment right now. They couldn't let Tiketh go after that psycho ghost alone and if she had to punch Tiketh's lights out to stop him.... well she would. It would be a love punch of course but no less threatening should she have to.

    "I second that thought." Sira nodded at the mention of torching the place. "Nothing is worth this level of crazy and distrubia." Thank goodness, Tiketh was capable of seeing their reason. Even if she understood partially why he was so worried.

    They volunteered themselves into this after all. But she wasn't going to turn tail and let either Zimo or Tiketh just fend for themselves. "Don't be so heroic, we came cause we wanted too." Sira stated before deciding to try and help Zimo to her feet. Only so they might follow the hylian into the maw of the beast.

    And the maw was right, her eyes widened in suspense, focusing promptly on that of a bloodied Raice and the disembodied voice that decided to be a cheeky little prat all over again. Setting her lips tight, she shook her head. "Don't go near him. I don't know if Take is up to booby traps but he is a scheming little shit that wouldn't let you get to Raice so easily." Of course she didn't trust the damn ghost!
     
  3. The voice of Take answered as Ben called out for Raice, a vile and horrific sound which seemed to emanate a tangible hatred. Zimo found herself with a sinking feeling in her chest, a flutter as her heart skipped a beat. Throughout her career as an inquisitor she had never encountered an evil such as this one. Not even Ridlef had affected her so greatly—there was something to be said about facing off against a spirit rather than a wizzrobe. The latter was still corporeal—that is, capable of being punched. But what was she going to do? Punch the house? She had pierced the wall with a knife earlier and that had accomplished nothing, after all.

    With that thought, she felt consciousness leaving her body as the pressure of the other being’s dark magic threatened to quash her mind. At last it seemed to click in her head: she and Raice had likely been affected for similar reasons. Both were trained in arts of dealing with entities which used dark magic. Whatever this Take was, it seemed to have subdued them both by using those links against them. ZImo had no offensive spellcasting prowess to speak of, but the magical energy she used for investigating scenes would be enough to worm into her mind and flush it out.

    This was her final thought as she struck the ground, dagger falling loose from her grip with a clatter. Close inspection would reveal her chest rising and falling slowly: she was alive, but out of commission for the time being.
     
  4. Tiketh

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    Tiketh turned his head just in time to see Zimo. The sight of her startled him into once again wanting to run. Oh no... Was she okay? Had she been hurt worse than she let on! If she claimed she was fine, he didn't believe it. No doubt if it wasn't Take getting to her, it had to have been the fall she took. The fall alone was harsh and nasty, traumatizing surely. Besides, Take had a way of getting into heads with just a few well placed words. Bastard he was. "We should just get out of here," he said urgently, waving an arm at Nasira. "Get Zimo and I'll get Raice. It's too dangerous to stay any longer!"

    He winced slightly as if expecting Take to intervene with some snark, some words of negativity, an attack or something on them. But there was nothing. There was just Raice lying over there, staring blankly at them now. He called Raice's name again and the exorcist slowly responded. Arms and legs moving, he sat more upright and groaned. "Ben..jamin.. Ugh. Where am I..?" He looked around slowly, taking in the scenery of the room. "The manor? Did we get the ghost? Has he been taken care of?"

    Yeah, Tiketh wanted to say, Yeah, you kicked its ass and sent it back to the afterlife while you were PASSED OUT, YOU MORON. But was Raice really a moron? Tiketh honestly didn't think so and that's why he didn't say such a thing out loud. In truth, he was just a victim of something he thought he could handle and was sorely mistaken. "No.. No, but we were looking for you. We have to get out of here. I think Zimo's hurt."

    The exorcist's cool eyes scanned the trio with an eerie calmness. It was like he didn't see them, or just simply didn't care. As he stood, the coldness turned to something else, eyes becoming a blazing red. A smile started across his face as he spoke in a voice that no longer seemed his own. It was his voice, but it was darker somehow. "Hurt? Well then we should get her to a healer straight away. It will do us no good to stay here and watch her waste away."

    "Raice... Raice, are you alright?"


    "Oh yes. I'm fine. Let's go."
     
  5. Nasira Shahr

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    Gasping at the sight of Zimo taking the tumble down, she couldn't ever agree more with Tiketh's suggestion of getting the hell out of this place. What she thought should have been decently simple to handle was evidently way over their heads. Not to mention the most important thing now was Raice and Zimo needed medical attention. "Agreed." Sira nodded eagerly to Tiketh, making note that at least Raice was talking now.

    Although for him to think they got the ghost was less than comforting. Rather that notion sent a spree of chills up her spine. Either way the instructed words of her friend ushered Sira to the strewn woman. Noting her dagger and thankfully the rise and fall of her chest. To be honest, Sira wasn't sure how she would handle knowing Zimo just died all the sudden. Probably becoming one of the lost souls in this goddess forsaken place. A terrible thought that didn't need any more lingering attention.

    Lining up and debating her way of picking up Zimo - after maybe one attempt of dropping her back on the ground, followed hurriedly by a spattering of apologizes, the gerudo managed to support the woman. Although it was anything than nice or comfortable BUT she was alive. And that would account for something.

    "O-okay-" Sira huffed once supporting Zimo's waist with a strong arm. "Fuck this place, fuck this house and fuck that ghost. He can just have the damn place." Sira looked at Raice, "Can you do anything to you know... protect us while we try to get the hell out of here?" She had to ask considering she had a deep sinking feeling that Take would not allow them just to simply leave!
     
  6. Tiketh

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    "Protect you?" Raice asked with that same unusual coldness, "Oh yes I suppose there is something I could do. But why waste the effort? The ghost isn't going to harm you, madam. He has what he wants for now."

    "What?"
    Tiketh questioned, quirking an eyebrow. He has what he wants? What was that supposed to mean? "Raice, what are you talking about?" Something seemed very odd about the man. He had disappeared shortly after they'd even arrived in the mansion and only just now was found. Blood had been everywhere they looked and the exorcist was covered in it. First in a daze, wounded and clearly in a state of near unconsciousness, now he was suddenly standing upright and looking quite fine. He didn't seem to be in any state to complain about the injuries. Tiketh had no idea how extensive they were. Maybe he had better to ask, "Raice.. you're hurt. You shouldn't push yourself. Maybe you should rest for a while."

    "Oh no,"
    he said, shaking his head, "I'm alright. It looks worse than it is. Many cuts yes, all shallow. My intent wasn't to kill him, just scare you. Raice will be fine."

    And there it was. Those few words made Tiketh stop dead, blood run cold. "But... You're Raice," he said. He had a feeling he knew what was going on here, he just hoped he was so very very wrong. Still, what other explanation was there? Raice was not himself. Something was wrong. The Hylian chanced a nervous glance back at Nasira, visibly shaking. He was terrified, but he was trying so hard to hide it. He looked back to the man he thought had been Raice. "Who... Who are you?"

    Raice chuckled, smiling at them. "This isn't the exact ending I intended. But your poor friend over there got hurt. See, I didn't want them. I only wanted you, Tikey. You should have come alone. You've put them all in danger. All because, why? You're a coward? What a shame."
     
  7. Nasira Shahr

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    "Tiketh-" Sira stared at the pair of them as Raice spoke in such a cold tone. She only knew the man to be quite eccentric with a flare for the loud and prim. This was not what she was expecting even if he was hurt. Raice's words chilled her marrow only feeling Zimo's weight all the more at her side.

    "Tiketh." Sira pressed again with a little more urgency feeling that they had just royally screwed themselves out of escape. How fine he stood, looking like he was merely waiting for a carriage to pick him up rather than being injured. As if to add to the statement, the exorcist shook his head and Sira had to stop herself from suddenly throwing Zimo aside so she could run across the room and grab Tiketh by the hand.

    The hylian looked at her and she mimicked every move. Shaking herself, "Tiketh! Get away from him right now!" She screeched before pointing a good finger at the damn ghost inhabiting Raice. "You're the bloody coward Take, after how many years and you still can't pass onto a life that is better suited for you. How dare you insult Tiketh when really when the cards are down, you are just the spoiled little rotten shit daring to threaten and harm innocents because you have nothing better to do!" Why she started bitching at the man was beyond her. Probably because she was scared and maybe a part of her was hoping Tiketh would get away from Raice less he suddenly be caught even further in the web. "A loud mouth spirit who obviously needed more than a few swift kicks in the rear as a living soul!"
     
  8. Tiketh

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    Well he didn't have to be told twice! Tiketh backstepped away, putting as much distance between himself and "Raice" just as quickly as he could. He knew there was going to be a trap involved. He knew something was fishy immediately as soon as they had entered the room. Now it was evident why, proof that there was a trap and that Take was incapable of playing fair. They couldn't even fight him now! Any damage done to Take would only harm the innocent (if moronic) exorcist and wouldn't actually hurt the spirit at all. If it had been anyone besides Raice, then Raice himself could probably have used his skills to force the spirit out of the target. Take had planned this, hadn't he? He picked Raice for exactly that reason. There was almost nothing these three (well, two considering Zimo was out and possibly injured) could do.

    Hands went to the small blades he typically always hid in his coat in cases where fighting with a bigger, slower weapon was impossible. Though he had no intention of hurting the exorcist, it was an instinct. Raice... or "Take" was it... seemed to notice, smirking at him. "You two can't attack me. Well, I mean you can. But if you try, you'll kill your friend here. Sadly, I don't think he would appreciate being taken to this place only to be murdered by paying clients. But, it's not my call and you're welcome to try and see what happens. I'll just be interested in the show."

    He looked to the woman and sighed, face almost looking sad. "But maybe you're right," he said with yet another sigh, "Maybe I am a coward. Though, I guess it doesn't matter if I'm a coward or not when I've got the high ground. I have the power here in this situation and you both can do what I say and we can chat or we can fight and this Raice fellow will die and we'll all cry for him." He stepped forward towards Nasira, reaching out an arm as if to touch her. Tiketh had to practically jump in the way to block him from getting to her. He'd harmed Raice and Zimo already and no way was he letting this freak harm Nasira as well! It had to stop somewhere!

    "Why do you think we'd negotiate with you when you can't even play fair! You said no traps, we'd get Raice back! You're a liar and I'll do nothing you say until you start giving us reason to listen to you!"

    The giggle that came out of Raice's mouth was easily the most disturbing thing he had heard all day. "Is that how you're going to be? I have very important work that needs to be done, and I guess it's no mystery I need help to do it. I require a suitable body so I can work. I'm very picky and not every one is... compatible you see. If I can't have Raice, then tell me, friends, who can I have?"
     
  9. Nasira Shahr

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    It was probably a good thing she couldn't attack Take, cause if she could. Well... she'd resolve her rule of murdering someone just so she could crush the haughty bastard into the ground with the grind of her heel. But, in this moment right now, he was right. Residing within Raice's body meant they were at a disadvantage and of course they had no desire to kill the exorcist.

    "That just makes you a loser that doesn't know how win in a real battle so you stoop to malicious tactics that shows that you have about as much finesse as a drunk moblin. If you were a noble, then you deserve this afterlife fate of hell and I sure as hell hope you regret ever single moment the rest of the world lives around you." Sira hissed at the almost sad looking face. Although she was glowering lowly at the sick ghostly being residing within Raice, she damn near leapt out of her skin as he tried to reach for her. "Get your scrum infested useless spirit away from me!" the woman barked out of fear and anger.

    Thank goodness for Tiketh cause she doubted truthfully that she could get away from Take. Actually that was obvious when they were still here and now Raice was the skin puppet to the stupid bastard.

    "How about you go back to your grave and leave the world of the living alone, creep." Sira muttered loudly enough after the being explained what he wanted. "You don't get to have your cake and eat it too in this situation. You lost your body and you sure as hell aren't getting Tiketh or anyone else after this!" Sure she talked big and right now she was seriously wishing Zimo was in a better state because she at least had some ability to deal with ghosts... right? Or was that the knife. Right now Sira couldn't remember but that didn't seem to matter either.
     
  10. There were voices blathering somewhere out of the dark. Familiar ones, though one of them seemed cold, and another angry. From her place in half-sleep, Zimo could scarcely make sense of what it was that they were saying. Feeling was returning to her hands and flippers, however, and the sensation of being supported by something warm… a body? The inquisitor’s mind raced to assess what it was that had happened to her. The spirit had done something to her—or she had been affected by its sinister aura, at the very least. Zimo had never thought of herself as particularly sensitive to magic, but it seemed as if the right combination of malevolent energy could do a fair number on her after all.

    She shifted her body, putting the brunt of her weight back on her own legs as she cracked her eyes open slightly. The light of the mansion was still dim, so her dilated pupils found themselves safe from an assault of harsh light. She was being supported by Nasira—that’s who had found her at the top of the stairs, she recalled—who was spouting some line of fierce verbiage in the direction of a man… Raice? Had they found him after all, then?

    Releasing herself from the gerudo’s hold, she crouched to retrieve her weapon which had clattered on the ground, finding her motions lethargic and encumbered by exhaustion. What exactly had happened to her to make her feel so drained? Nasira wasn’t greeting Raice kindly though—in fact, the position of herself and Tiketh seemed to imply that the exorcist was not being met as a friendly reunion.

    “Lost… body?” she repeated the last words she could make sense of. “You don’t mean…?” Gathering herself as best she could, she glared at the man who had joined them in Kasuto. A dose of adrenaline shot through her system, helping to diminish the lethargy of awakening from being knocked out. Even so, she knew she was far from at her physical peak. “The hell did you do to me? And to Raice?”
     
  11. Tiketh

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    "A noble?" the formerly unpossessed, now very much possessed Raice asked, choosing to focus on that and nothing else Nasira was saying. "A noble, you say. Oh I was, dearie. But I was so much more. Personal friends of the royal family themselves. We were practically royals ourselves. Why, as a boy, I used to play in the palace with the servants and the children there. It was such a beautiful castle in such a glorious time. I hate how this land has been reduced to ruin, the gran castle reduced to rubble. Had my family ruled.. had I been king, we would not have allowed this to happen!" Voice raised, he was shouting now, though it didn't seem to be at nor about these three before him. Rather, Tiketh deduced this rage was focused and directed at something else entirely, likely something long past.. the war that had torn Hyrule asunder.

    "This country needs to be fixed,"
    he huffed, "It needs leadership and it needs the scum and the monsters to be wiped clean and erased from the face of the land."

    "Better remember to remove yourself along with them then,"
    Tiketh grumbled, then added quietly, "..scum."

    If Take heard either the comment or the insult, he didn't let on. He seemed too focused in himself, absorbed in some righteous 'This land needs to be fixed' mode. His eyes though soon did drift to the Zora who seemed to have regained some semblance of consciousness. He chuckled, "Nice of you to join us again just in time to see this. I'm sorry, dear. Are you injured? You took such a nasty fall earlier. I was so worried about you. It would break my heart if Tiketh's friends were harmed too seriously. Here.. let me take a look.."

    Tiketh passed a nervous glance at Zimo, then back to the exorcist, growling, "Leave her alone. And leave Raice alone! You're a liar and a monster and I want nothing to do with you! I want you out of my life, demon!"

    "Demon? Now that's harsh. Benny, reconsider. You and I will do such great things together. We're so... compatible. Take my hand and-"

    "No!"
    he shouted back, "I don't trust you, Take. You've never been honest and you've only ever been cruel."

    "Oh, well then if you aren't going to listen to words, maybe you'd do better seeing actions. Should we stop playing around then? I cannot convince you and I'm sick of trying to sway you."
    He bared his teeth and snarled, but did not attack. Instead, he stepped back and sighed. There was a momentary pause, a sign of peace as Raice collapsed before them. Startled, Tiketh yelped and jumped back, eyes never leaving the exorcist in case it was another trick and the man was going to lunge at them.

    "Is he... okay..?"
    Tiketh asked.
     
  12. Nasira Shahr

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    Was it rude to laugh? It was probably rude to laugh but the way he was going on, Sira couldn't stop herself. Be it from fright or the starting phases of her own insanity, she couldn't be sure. "We don't need you. You know nothing about leadership, you are nothing more than a self righteous little prick that thinks he can do whatever the in nine hells he wants. You are a waste of breath Take and you are worse than Ganondorf himself. If you were in power, you'd run us all into the eternal flame rather than save it." She felt Zimo moving, waking much to her own appreciation.

    "How about you go screw yourself, Take. You aren't worth the praise you give yourself." Hissing at the man, she'd only pause long enough to brace Zimo if she needed. "Take it easy Zimo."

    Tiketh came to yell at the other thankfully and she was just hoping now they could have enough time to get out of here or at least come up with a half assed plan to save Raice and get the hell out of here. But, that didn't seem very likely to happen either.

    Especially when the pair of them began to hash it out, "We need to get Raice and keep that spirit from getting inside any of us." Sira whispered to Zimo hoping the woman would have some sort of thought considering she was someone from the Order. Although Sira was really just hoping for some sort of miracle right now. "Tiketh," Sira called as Raice seemed to flop onto the floor like a fish. "We need to go, I don't think we can make it out of here with Raice. We can't risk all of us for one." She stated sadly, "We need to save our hides and that creepy little ghost isn't going to let us go without a fight or worse."

    She threw a look around, "If you think you can grab Raice, then try but we have Zimo for the moment and I'm sure we can try to rescue Raice later. I don't want to take a chance of Take taking over one of us. But I doubt the windbag would do anything to Raice.... maybe?"
     
  13. Zimo was trying to make sense of what has happening based on the words being spoken around her. Raice was indeed being controlled by the spirit, or at least he had been, until he collapsed on the floor. “Then let’s stop playing,” Zimo snarled in response to the last words of the spirit before it released Raice from its grasp. “And I’m fine,” she said, wriggling from Nasira before the gerudo could commit to supporting her. “Pick up the exorcist. You’re the strongest of us.” In a different set of circumstances, she would have liked to debate that with an arm wrestle or even a full-on sparring session. But Nasira easily seemed the most physically capable of the trio, at least at a glance. This was neither the time for pride nor debate, so Zimo took that initiative and gave the order without a second thought. She was an inquisitor, after all.

    “Take him, and both of you head to the exit, this place is coming down.” Neither was it the time for fear. She didn’t need to second guess what she was about to do. It would be easier, of course, if she had ever bothered to commit herself to learning how to conjure flames. From the belt under her fin-flap skirt, she retrieved a flask of oil, dousing the floor with it. She didn’t need to soak the entire house, just get a good enough starting point ready for the old, half-rotted wood to tumble in on itself.

    She dropped the flask and retrieved a tinderbox next, striking it to light a strip of charcloth wrapped around a small wooden stick. And then she dropped it.
     
  14. Tiketh

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    Tiketh tumbled backwards. What was happening? What happened! Take was just.. gone? He was really gone? Raice was out and Take was no longer speaking. Something didn't feel right and he prayed he was just being paranoid. He prayed to any goddess that was listening that Take was gone. Still, it seemed so.. unresolved. What did the spirit mean by saying he'd use actions if words didn't work? Just what did he mean by that? What actions? It was all so eerie and it made him worry.

    A cold breeze seemed to roll through, chilling Tiketh to the bone. He wrapped his arms around his chest, breath hitching in his throat. His heart was pounding hard, almost painfully in his heart. He felt like he had been stabbed and the world around had turned to ice. It was so cold... so very cold. he was shivering and he couldn't stop. Was this just fear? Was it something else?

    He was aware of Zimo speaking, a flash sparking and a fire starting up. He turned his head to look, an effort that seemed to take nearly all of his strength. Was she going to burn the whole place down? His eyes were on the starting flickers of what he assumed would soon be a roaring fire, but even the fire didn't warm him. He still felt so frozen, feet planted fast to the floor and he couldn't move them. But he had to. He had to get out. They couldn't stay in here and burn!

    Teeth chattering, he shook his head and forced it all away. "Grab Raice and let's get out of here! Hurry!" Taking the leader, the Hylian turned and bolted for the door. He needed to escape! He had to get away from this place... get away from Take. They should never have come. They needed to run and just keep running... get far away. He prayed this whole place would burn and he'd never have to see it again. Home or no home, it was just a place of nightmares now.
     
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    Being pushed away by Zimo, she obeyed though she wanted to bark at her to be more careful considering what had transpired, everything just seemed to go from a slow crawl to a roaring scream. Attention flared as she was directed to grab Raice, nodding somewhat and doing as she was told. Though the hesitation was real. Looking around and inching closer and closer until her fingers touched the man’s arm. Waiting for him to spring up, it became apparent that this was not a trick. “I will knock your goddess damn lights in if you just suddenly try to attack me.” Sira hissed as she grabbed the man’s shirt by a fistful. Roughly picking him up and slinging him princess style in her grasp – sure Raice would enjoy it – her focus shifted back to look at Zimo and the flame she had tossed.

    Good idea.” To hell with this house. It was nothing but a curse and none of them needed to be here. Take could wander this inferno, that was fine by her.

    Tiketh!” Sira crossed the way holding Raice and looking at her comrade, noting his teeth chattering. “Come,” She offered an elbow to him, “Keep close and let’s get the hell out of here.” She echoed his sentiments with a soft smile figuring he was just overworked with the turn of events. “Zimo,” She offered the other elbow though she doubted the woman would take it. “I’m ready to say goodbye to this hellhole!”
     
  16. Zimo took a step back, wincing as the doused floor took to flame like an over-curious moth flown too close. The house was old and had gone too long without maintenance, the dry floorboards requiring no additional coaxing for their work. Suddenly, panic set into the zora’s mind—what in the Goddesses’ names had she been thinking!? She was going to burn here! She’d lit her own pyre! She stood there, frozen for a grizzly moment as flames lapped ever closer to her ankles…

    Her name. By some miracle, she heard Nasira voice it through the numbness of her mind, arm reaching out to touch the proffered elbow and guide her several feet away from the flames she had set off. No, she wouldn’t drag herself behind Sira, but the moment of guidance was what she needed to regain her sense and sensibility. “Yeah, let’s haul our asses out of here,” she agreed, releasing the other woman’s arm and darting in front of her, holding the door ahead of them open so the others’ pre-occupied arms wouldn’t burden her escape.

    There was more smoke and dust in the air than she would have expected—the scent of burning rot was putrid—as she followed Ben leading the way to the foyer and exit. From the outside, the house didn’t even look so terrible—it would take a few more minutes for the blaze to truly begin engulfing it as a whole. “Sorry Ben,” she managed to say between two hacking coughs. The desire to give her lungs a rest and lay down at the bottom of a lake was overwhelming. After a few more coughs, she cleared her throat enough to properly speak. “About your family home, I mean. But, with nothing to cling to, that asshole will find himself of Demise’s doorstep in the afterlife.” That’s how poltergeists usually operated, or so she had been taught. Even poe’s needed their lanterns to keep clinging to the physical world, after all. Right?

    Though far from flames now, the heat still felt as if it was searing her face all over again. Suddenly hunching over, the zora retched, her last meal fertilizing the ground. Eyes half-closed with weariness, she wiped her lips with a forearm and quivered slightly. “Job done, I hope,” she murmured weakly.
     
  17. Tiketh

    Tiketh Just Me and My Darker Side
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    Reaching safety outside the manor, Tiketh stared up at it as it slowly erupted into flames. Though rotted and decrepit, most of the wood was old and dry and would catch easily enough. No matter what anyone could do, there wouldn't be enough time nor manpower to put this blaze out once it reached a climax.. and a climax it would reach before anyone could even react. His childhood home. His family's manor and the last thing connecting them to Hyrule back in its glory days. Soon it would be all gone and he'd be left with nothing but himself. At least something good at come out of it. He had found his sister and she was waiting back in Rauru for him. He supposed he could go pay her a visit and she how she was getting along. They had a lot to talk about, after all.

    Still, it was hard not to look at this place now.. to think.. and not shed tears. He felt them come, but he tried to force them back and stay strong. He felt rotten, sick, and weak. He needed to get away from here now. There was nothing left for them here.

    "Come on,"
    he said, nodding to Sira and Zimo, "It's for the best this place falls. It was nearly gone already and we were just helping it along. No more spirits will be able to attach themselves here any longer. It's... It's almost free, isn't it? That's a good word for it." He smiled and turned, leading the way and assisting with the unconscious Raice as much as he needed to. "Let' go back to town." They deserved a break.
     

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