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An Aftermath

Discussion in 'Kasuto Village' started by Rachel Tosh, Jul 19, 2017.

  1. Some Time Later, after many eyebrows were waggled and many swiggities were swootied...

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    Rachel stepped out of the Naughty Horn Inn and set a brisk pace to the Kasuto Prison. Her long blonde hair was up in a no-nonsense bun. She had been tempted to let her hair down after sleeping with Tane, but she was going to appeal the Warden of the Kasuto Prison, and she wanted to look as professional as possible. Kasuto and Rauru weren't on the best of terms, and she didn't want to give the Warden any reason to dismiss her requests. To that end she had also made the rare effort to put on makeup. It wasn't much- she would be traveling to Rauru after this and didn't like walking long distances with her face done- but she hoped it would give her an edge.

    She paused at a nearby burrito stand and ordered some food. "I don't want to meet the Warden hungry," she said. She turned to face Tane and leaned against the stand's sign. "So tell me," she said. "If you could enchant your sword, what rune would you give it?" She indicated his arms. "You've got a lot options," she said. "Have you given it any thought?"
     
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    Exiting the inn, refreshed and satisfied, Tane kept up after Rachel as she made her way through the town. Dressed up in a long, sleeveless coat of bright red, a golden dragon swirling down the back, Tane was looking rather flashy and probably standing out in any crowd. Fingers adorned with shining rings, bracelets around either wrist, he was looking his best and brightest and just feeling generally good about himself on this day. Hands shoved deep into his pockets, he took a look around as he walked. People here were so carefree, hardly a one of them knowing a single thing about the horrible men that terrorized the lands, the men Tane was dedicated to hunt down.

    Of course, far in the back of his mind, Blight was also on the hunt, keeping an eye peeled for any potential suspects or victims.

    A joyous day it was for him either way to be in the company of a reporter of all things, someone who could get his story out there and told to more people than he could ever do on his own. He'd picked such a perfect favor and had many more favors to offer in return.

    As she stopped momentarily by a food stand, Tane procured himself a snack as well but wrapped it up for the time being and tucked it away. She had asked him a curious question and he didn't want to start talking with his mouth full. "I'm not sure that I would ever enchant my sword," he answered honestly, hand now gently caressing the hilt of the sword at his hip. "You see, this blade is very special and very important to me. I keep it in the best condition I can and would never see myself apart from it. I might actually worry what an enchantment would do to it. Might it weaken the steel or somehow dampen its effectiveness?" Unsheathing it, he gently ran a finger down the flat side of the blade. "I don't know if you would understand. You can call me crazy, but this blade is like family to me. I take better care of it than I do myself sometimes."

    Slipping it back into his sheath right away before anyone could see and panic and think he was assaulting the lady, he then smiled. "I will modify myself and alter and enchant my own body, dealing with any and all side effects or drawbacks before I would let a soul touch my prized blade."
     
  3. Rachel nodded. "I can understand that," she said. "I've traveled with swordsmen in the past, and they've all been very protective of their equipment. Especially if their swords are family heirlooms." The vendor came with her burrito, and she thanked him with a smile and paid him well. She continued down the street, taking small bites of her food as she went. She was just wearing a plain brown travelling dress, but she didn't want to show up at the Prison with any stains. "Enchanting it might hurt the blade," she said. "If the enchanter's new or clumsy or takes on too big a job. The Order has an expert in Rauru, though, one of the best I've ever seen." She took another bite. "Inquisitors don't pay men who dull their blades, you know?" She glanced at the sword. "Is it an heirloom? You said you grew up near Hera; there are some proud military lines over there."

    It was odd to walk beside Tane in all his fancy clothing. Rachel dressed very simply and very practically, and she usually encouraged her bodyguards to dress in a similar manner. It was just easier for her traveling lifestyle, and the nervous people she interviewed were generally easier to work with if she wasn't dolled up. She was rarely ever the center of attention when she visited a hamlet or a village, but now, walking with Tane, it felt like every eye in Kasuto was fixed on him, and by extension, on her. She knew Tane noticed the looks they were getting- he had a warrior's way of continually checking his flanks- but it didn't seem to bother him. Maybe he was used to it. He did say he was trying to get his name out there, and being visually distinct was a good way to spread stories about him.

    Her feelings on being so visible were mixed. On the one hand, she liked it. Rachel liked being recognized for her hard work, and one of her greatest fears was dying without having made a mark on the world. One of the reasons she liked traveling to so many different places was because she liked having made an impression on so many different little cultures. To have everyone notice her felt good. On the other hand, it wasn't too long ago that just being on the streets in Rauru was enough to send Rachel spiraling down a rabbit hole of anxiety. Right down the street from where she and Tane were was a cafe she'd visited with Zimo and promptly had a panic attack in. The scars her experience in Midoro had left her were far from healed, and though she'd largely managed to resume her normal life, having everyone stare at her was enough to set her on edge. In the back of her mind she kept seeing herself ambushed, dragged into an alley, stabbed from behind, and left for dead, bleeding to death on some back trail in Kasuto. The image was hard to banish, and it carried with it the all-too familiar sense memory of swampy mud sucking her body slowly down into it as blood ran down her throat and soaked into the ground. The world constricted on her for a moment, and she fought to breathe the fear away. She was wearing her armor, and Tane was here. She was safe.

    The stares were what they were. She breathed to accept them and focused on listening to Tane. She couldn't help checking her own flanks as they walked, though. She'd been in too many close calls over the years to ever walk carefree again.
     
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    Tane grinned. Rachel had it right, or had at least given him a thought to be so proud of. "Sometimes a weapon is perfectly fine as it is and needs little done to it to make it grand. And if it is to be modified, it needs to be done with extra care, an expert who not weaken the blade in any way. I suppose I could hand my sword off to be repaired or enhanced, but only by someone I knew I could trust to keep it perfect to my fit." As if to demonstrate, his hand tightened around the grip, conforming perfectly against his fingers. It truly was the perfect blade for him.

    With a chuckle, he then shook his head. "And no, it's not an heirloom. At least not from anything or anyone around the outpost that's important to me. I care a great deal for the brave soldiers who reside there and I honor and respect them for all that they do, but for a long time I haven't quite.... been considered welcomed there anymore. For you see, my family lives near there and they... well let's say my father and I... we don't quite see eye to eye any longer." He quieted some, almost hoping she wouldn't ask why. It wasn't a story he much liked going into.

    In an effort to change the subject, he waved a hand through the air and picked one question out of many that he had for her. "And what about you then? Do you have something close to you that's so very precious?" As precious as his blade was to him. Blight had nothing precious to his name except for maybe the name itself. His name, his methods, they struck fear into those that heard. That fear gave Tane more power, more light and more hope to his name as well. It was a perfect relationship.

    While he waited, perhaps giving her time to really delve into it and think about what was most precious, he added another thought, though it was quiet and mostly to himself. "I wonder what is precious to that monster.." By monster, he was referring to Zen, but he said no names nor gave any hints that was who he was talking to. "I have to wonder what drives him so desperately.."
     
  5. Rachel had met Rost, the man in charge of the Iron Quill, on at least one occasion, but she wasn't personally familiar enough with the quality of his work to vouch for him. He had seemed competent enough, and she knew that the Inquisitors would never support any artisan who failed to consistently provide high quality work, but she'd never had him enchant anything of hers, so she let the matter lie. She'd show Tane the man's shop if he wanted and let the quality of his work speak for itself, but the rest was up to Tane's discretion and Rost's ability as an artisan to sell himself.

    She tucked the information about Tane's father away for later but didn't press him. Despite her profession, Rachel was a private person. She didn't like people poking into her personal affairs, and even in her work she tried to avoid asking questions that weren't relevant to her overall goals. This issue sounded immensely personal, and she didn't feel comfortable asking about it, especially not here, on the road to the city prison. Tane's problems with his father were his to bear and, if he chose to, his to share, but that would be his choice, not hers.

    She considered Tane's question. It was only right she answer after he'd told her about his sword. He murmured quietly to himself while she mulled it over, but she didn't give it much thought. He was probably thinking about Blight, a mind the ace detective probably spent many hours trying to get inside of. He probably thought about the man a lot.

    Rachel's first thought was of the scarf around her neck. She never removed it nowadays, not even when she was intimate with Tane last night. It was certainly important to her, but she didn't want to say that. Not only because she didn't want to tell Tane, whom she had only met last night, about the worst experience of her life, but also because the scarf itself wasn't important to her- it was the function it served that mattered. Namely, as an emotional armor against the fear she felt and as a barrier against people's inquisitive stares.

    "Not really," she said truthfully. "We didn't have much money growing up, so there was never room for anything that wasn't strictly practical." She shrugged. "I make more money now, but that's never changed. I guess the closest thing is my home back in Rauru. Oh, and this." She reached up and under the collar of her dress, pulling out a small pendant pinned to her flesh by the leather armor she wore. "Farore's Pendant," she said. "It's a symbol of courage and a reminder to be strong, even when the world's going to hell around you." She ran a thumb over its familiar whorls, taking comfort from the smooth shape, before putting it back under her dress. Her hand brushed against her scarf, and she shivered at the odd feeling of touching her pendant (a reminder of courage) and her scarf (a reminder of fear) at the same time.

    She wanted to move the conversation away from herself and back to Tane. She wasn't used to talking about herself, and she wasn't entirely comfortable with it. She was much better at asking questions than giving answers. She also wanted to ask Tane something. This was a good time to do it. "I'll likely have to return to Rauru when we're done with the Warden," she said. "If you want, I can take you to the Iron Quill there. Best enchanter around. Even if you don't want your sword imbued with magic, you never know when an explosive dagger will come in handy. Besides," she smiled, "I still have questions about your story to ask." She wanted to stay with Tane a while longer. The sex was great, and she liked talking to him. Maybe he even knew something of Phantoms. That was almost too much to hope for- pleasant conversation, good sex, and a lead on her quest? Don't get your hopes up, Rachel, she chided herself. But still... she'd be a fool not to ask.
     
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    Tane reached out, intent on taking Rachel's hand as she reached and touched a pendant around her neck to show to him. He wanted to see it for himself, closely, just something that was such an important symbol to her. But he stopped short and let her continue until he felt it was his turn to speak. Such a strong message, he wanted to hear it. It probably meant as much to her as his sword was to him, if just for that message that it gave. "Be strong," he repeated, "It's a great message to stand for, a wonderful thing to live by. I feel the same way. You must never let the world get you down even when it is the world itself falling so far. If everyone simply gives up, we are all as good as doomed and nothing will ever get better. So long as there are even just a few who will refuse to give in, the world can regrow and rebuilt itself, blooming again as something beautiful."

    He chuckled, "I've given up thinking and hoping that it can happen overnight or in a heartbeat, but I'm confident that if people like us can continue to spread messages like this one, more will join and we will see vast changes before our work and our lives are through." Indeed, Tane was still confident he would one day be known as a great hero and he would inspire many others to follow those footsteps and stand up for their world: a very heroic thing in this day and age all on its own.

    It was then that he looped back around to a suggestion she had made prior. "I'm not required to be anywhere nor am I in a hurry to be anywhere in particular. Normally, I spend my days wandering and helping the locals out with difficult problems and crimes they cannot work out themselves. I pursue Blight whenever I have a lead, but it's been quiet these past few days." He would have to orchestrate something in the following days or weeks, but for the time being he had a new interest and way to spread his name.

    "In short,"
    he said before he rambled too much more, "I'd love to continue to travel with you to Rauru. I'm enjoying our time together for it to just end so soon. I'm both curious about this apparently impressive enchanter as I am so curious still about you." If she got to know his story, perhaps it was only fair he got to know some of hers as well. All casual, of course, as he was no reporter and she was in no interview.
     
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  7. Rachel looked up at the sky, letting the impression of his words sink in as she stared up into the endless expanse of blue. At last she said, softly, "I wish I'd recorded that, Tane. Hyrule is... well, you know. It's a mess. Life goes on, but our nation is shattered and our people are the smallest fraction of what we were. Our books are burned, our cities haunted, our water supply poisoned, monsters box us in on every side, and on top of that we have maniacs like Zen and Blight running around." She sighed. "We're in a pretty bad place. Everyone knows it, even if we don't always talk about it. I think it's why everyone's always trying to build more taverns here in Kasuto. Sometimes it feels like drinking is the only way to escape just how bad things are in Hyrule." She brushed her hair back, frowning.

    "I've been all across Northern Hyrule. I know how small it is. Sometimes I think... well, Tane, sometimes I think we're just fooling ourselves. If all the undead, Molgera, golems, gohma, and giant slugs lying around attacked at once, we'd be dead. We're not united, Tane. Rauru looks down on Kasuto, Kasuto resents Rauru, the Zora and the Lizalfos hate each other, the Twili hide in their Enclave, nobody trusts the Gerudo- if all the monsters in the world decided to move in, I don't think we'd stand a chance. Without a Hero to rally behind, without a King to lead us- sometimes, Tane, I think the only people who are really ready for what might come are the soldiers in Hera. And the Order, of course."

    She smiled. "But you're right. What you said... it's perfect. If we lie down, accept things as they are, and give up, nothing will ever improve. We'll all spiral away from each other, the races will split, and... well, you said it. We're dead if that happens. But if we try, if we refuse to give in, we can change things. No, it won't happen overnight. Not for years, I don't think. But... that's part of why I do what I do. Our people are all so different. We need to understand what's going on with each other if we really want to unite and make Hyrule a better place. My work- my traveling- I help bridge the gap. One story at a time, one investigation, one report, I can make a difference." She turned and took his hand, looking directly into his eyes. Something was burning with her, and she wanted to share the feeling. "But I don't inspire people, Tane. I'm not the type. You, you do." She smiled. "And I don't just mean your clothes. What you did for me in the tavern, Tane. Nobody else had your courage. Nobody else was willing to stand up and push back against Zen. You did the right thing. You were an example to everyone there." She took his hand and squeezed it. "And when your story spreads, you'll inspire more." She stepped close. "Hyrule needs more people like you, Tane." She reached up and kissed him.
     
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    It's true, Tane thought. They were weak. The people of Hyrule were weak and scattered, divided and frightened. If the remnants of the monster army were to untie against them, they would stand no chance at all. The only luck came in with the fact that those creatures too were scattered and divided. They did not often work together any more than water and oil. "Without a leader for either side, both will remain unable to unite and command," he insisted, "We don't have a king and those monsters no longer have any sort of... dark lord to rule them. Hyrule remains weakened and hopeless and may be still until someone steps up that we can all get under."

    He smiled and shook his head, "I only hope it will be someone worthy of that rule, someone with a goal and a dream that involves everyone in the world, even united in peace I'm sure." He grew silent, tongue running slowly across his lips, tasting, savoring the lady's kiss while he pondered something. He once would have thought being such a leader would make him that grand and glorious hero he desperately needed to be, but now he had decided he didn't need to be a leader to be a hero. He just needed to be a product of inspiration, something... someone that people could look up to and they could band together and find a worthy leader on their own. He honestly wondered if any leader would really be a bad one. Would even a terrible rule be better than having nothing at all?

    "It's all that I hope and pray for really,"
    he added, "To be an inspiration and a shining example that we don't just have to stand here and let ourselves drown." The people could save themselves from a sinking ship if only they had the knowledge and the means. They didn't have to go down with it. "With... men like Zen and... Blight.." he added extra venom to the second name, hissing it out. It meant so much to him after, was so much to him.. of him.. "They give in to selfishness I think and don't care for anyone but themselves. But I care. I want them to be the example, you see. With them stopped, we can see that it is possible after all to rid the world of evil and fix what's been broken."

    He slowed, curious, a question rising, "What do you think his goal might be? Blight's? Is he just a madman killing without purpose? Or do you suppose there's a far deeper reason for what he does? Maybe serving a higher purpose and trying to accomplish something far greater.." He waved a hand, "No, I don't think it's something we ought to go into. Too dark. The mind of a madman is... a trap you shouldn't fall into."
     
  9. Rachel pursed her lips. "Gaze too long into the abyss," she quoted, "and the abyss gazes back into you." She considered it and shook her head. "That's fine for most people, I suppose, but not everyone has the luxury of looking away. My work means nothing if I ignore the darkness in Hyrule, and you- how are you going to catch the worst of men if you don't fathom their purposes? Their motivations, their scars, their twisted ideals?" She shrugged. "I suppose that's what faith is for, and training. We have to know the difference between us and them, and when we're done with our work, we have to be able to distance our thoughts from theirs." She grinned. "We can talk about Blight without being consumed by his madness, you know."

    She picked up the pace a bit and jerked one shoulder slightly in a half-shrug. "Unfortunately, I have no idea why Blight does what he does. My information on him is very limited, and I work hard to avoid jumping to conclusions. Most of what I know about the man comes from stories in pubs months after a crime- and from you, of course. He might be insane, he might be serving some wicked cult," she shrugged. "There must be a reason, people don't do things without something pushing them to action, but I don't feel comfortable forming an opinion on his motives without any evidence." She looked at him. "What about you? You know him better than anyone. You must've thought about this a lot. Why do you think Blight kills?"
     
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    Tane seemed lost in his thoughts now, staring blankly ahead as he walked. Thinking like Blight was easy. He'd invented the train of thought himself. The motives, the actions, the style all his. Though talking about him openly and so deeply to another felt odd. Disconnected. Faint and far away. Realizing he was probably being a bad sort of company with his silence and reluctance to look at Rachel, he offered a smile and a brief shake of his head. "Please forgive me. I was just thinking about it. Most times I try so hard to distance myself and avoid thinking too much into Blight and his ways. The more I give it thought, the more and more I wonder. And such wonder leads to curiosity and I mustn't delve too far into that."

    True, he needed to keep Tane and Blight as separate as possible at all times. They could not bleed into one another.

    "I always wondered if there was a reason,"
    he said then, "If there was something behind what he has been doing. Something I noticed about each and every victim he leaves... They all seem to be unsavory types of people in their respective communities. Never is it any upstanding or 'innocent' victim. Always a criminal or.." He offered a small smirk, "One of those folk that are just so awful you find yourself almost wishing someone would 'take care of them' as it were." He held up his hands, "I must honestly admit I've met some people like that. Sometimes it's impossible not to think that way when you're dealing with someone who pushes all the wrong spots and rubs you every wrong way."

    Clearing his throat, he added, "But don't take this as me trying to pass it off and say he is right in what he's doing. Killing another is always wrong no matter the reasons for it. Even if it's in self defense, it's still an awful thing. I'm only saying that maybe I can see he wasn't always... aiming to be an evil murderer. I can see this as his way of trying to clean up the land of its filth... I just wish one could find a better way of doing it."
     
  11. Rachel nodded. "My friend's an Inquisitor," she said. "She works everyday to make Hyrule a better place, and she does. But she doesn't murder people to do it. There are terrible people out there, true, but it doesn't serve the Goddesses to slaughter them outside of the law. Hyrule needs stability. Our people need to know that the governments they set up after the war are firmly in control. With all the monsters and horrors on every side, they need to be able to trust their own governments. They'll scatter without that, and there'll be nothing left for them but fear. And what hope will we have against the nightmares then?" She shook her head. "Maybe he didn't start out wanting to be an evil murderer, but he's ending lives and weakening Hyrule as a country. It's good that you're trying to stop him, Tane."

    She sighed. "But you probably knew all that already. I'm preaching to the choir, you know?" She looked up at the sky. "This... complicates my story. Blight wanting to cleanse the land of its filth is intriguing, but I worry that the downtrodden will look up to him in the shadows of their pain. I won't hide it," she said quickly, "it's the truth, and I am bound as a historian to seek and record the truth, but it'll be tricky. I'll have to keep his atrocities clearly atrocities to avoid people idolizing him." She smiled. "You'll help with that. Your work as a detective, your respect for the heroes in Hera, your dedication to protecting the innocent- you're a living counterpoint to his madness." She touched his arm. "In the end, your goodness is more important than his wickedness." She grinned. "Even if it is less sensational."
     
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    Yes. He agreed. It was good he was trying to stop Blight. Blight was truly a monster that needed to be ended, put to justice, destroyed. Tane was just the one to do that. When he was finished with his mission, when all was done and well and he was the hero who would protect Hyrule, Blight would be finished. He would fade to naught but a memory and all that would be left would be Tane Kooper, the Ace. He would be the pure good, the defender. He would be loved, he was sure of it. All he had to do was let everyone know he had been the one who took down and ended of the nastiest demons that had escaped from the underworld to unleash its wrath upon the land.

    "Of course,"
    he replied, hands spread, grasping for just the right words to bring out, "There will always be some that might look up to Blight himself as a rogue hero, protecting those that cannot protect themselves by snuffing out their nightmares. If he gets to the criminals before the law can deem them enough of a problem to put at their top priority.. he might start soaking up that recognition and game fame in that way. I don't think there's any way to avoid it. You cannot win over every heart with words or actions no matter what they may be. Some may always praise him even if he were to be shown and proved to be nothing more than a killer."

    He chuckled, a shrug, fingers fidgeting in crimson hair, "I'm sure there may even be some out there that would call me a monster. It's highly possible I could be looked at and thought of as just as bad, maybe even worse than someone like Blight. People tend to have different ideas and some have very skewed visions of what is good and what is bad. I suppose that's why some villains exist int he first place, those who do believe they are doing good when everyone else thinks they've done wrong. Maybe they can't help it. Maybe they were just raised differently and think differently."

    "I am sorry though. I don't mean to sound depressing in any way. I just like to see... each side of the story, to know the reasons and the visions behind each party. It's part of my work. Learn to think like my targets, to understand them, and I can better find them and decide what is the best way to deal with them."

    Looking ahead, he frowned, eyes narrowing, a thought rising that got the better of him. "I wonder what I'll do when we've finished our business here and in Rauru." He was still willing to follow her until her job was completed, but what after that? It was high time he got the show back on the road and continued his cat and mouse game with Blight. There was so much work left to be done.
     
  13. "Well," Rachel said, "you're a detective, right? I get the feeling you'll always have work to do, no matter what village you're in. There's always something, you know?" That raised an interesting question. "Can you work in Rauru? We have our own Military Branch to handle most crimes. I imagine most hamlets and villages don't have a problem with you stepping in, but what about Rauru or even Kasuto? How does that work?"

    Rachel turned a corner and saw Kasuto's prison ahead. She'd never had a reason to visit before. This would be a first. Rachel was always keen to explore new places, but she found it hard to be excited about being in the same place as a man who'd threatened death on her whole way of life.

    "And about the other thing," she said, "I understand the need to see all sides of a story. It's part of my work as well. But the fact that multiple sides exist doesn't mean they're all equally valid; the Prophet teaches that there is One truth, the Goddesses' truth, and people who think you're evil and Blight's good aren't right just because they were raised a certain way. I'm sure most criminals think they're good people- I can't imagine many people actually believe they're evil- but they're wrong. The Goddesses stand as a source of objective truth, a guiding stone of morality, and what a person says about good and evil doesn't change what good and evil actually are."

    She paused. "A person could definitely be taught that good and evil are different than they really are, though- like you said, if they're raised in a certain way. If Blight, for instance, was sheltered as a child and raised to think murdering the unclean was the path to Hyrule's salvation, maybe he'd grow up to earnestly believe he was a good man doing good work." She grinned. "He might even think he's Hyrule's savior, a second Prophet, come to deliver us from ourselves." She laughed at the thought, and while she laughed, she tried to quash the dark thought niggling at her that maybe he had a point. There were a lot of really nasty people in the world, and with Hyrule so disorganized it was easy to slip through the cracks and continue hurting others. Murder wasn't the way, it wasn't, it was wrong and ultimately detrimental to Hyrule's health... but a basic, primal part of her couldn't help but want the wicked to just die and leave the rest of them alone. It isn't the Goddesses' way, she told herself. There were better ways to restrain criminals and keep the innocent safe. Murder was not the answer.
     
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    (Sorry for the delay. Super busy weekend and got a new bed I was trying to fit in the bedroom and rearrange everything XD)

    Tane raised a hand up, barely covering a sneer that unexpectedly crept across his face, teeth bared slightly at Rachel's comments about the goddess. He almost growled, eyes growing dark at the thought. No one could tell Tane Kooper what was truly evil and what was good! Not any mortal and not some goddess who may not even exist at all! Blight believed in no such deities unless he saw them with his own two eyes alongside undeniable truth of their divinity. It disgusted him to know there were people that so blindly followed the word of such an ethereal being, claiming itself better than everyone else. No one decided his place nor told him what was truly right and what was wrong. It wasn't for one person (or godlike person) to decide.

    Despite his feelings, he forced them away, struggling to keep his composure. He cleared his throat, cracked his knuckles, and shook his head. His smile returned, cheerful and polite as ever. Tane was back, Blight's dark thoughts gone. Though Tane didn't much care for goddess following either, he could pretend to care and be nice about it. Still, he had his own ideas. "One truth. You think there's really only one answer for everything? I feel that some people and some things are far more complicated and more delicate. I like to keep an open mind and see all sides, understanding the 'why's and the reasons and the feelings people go through. Some things that seem right can be the worst answer and other things that look evil at a glance can actually be a mercy. It's a strange world we live in and such complex characters that live in it."

    "But forgive me,"
    he said, shaking his head again, "I don't mean to start any argument. Let me begin again by answering another question and get us more on track. I work in any town or village or hamlet, wherever people need my work. I don't normally try and take over whatever work their guards are already doing." He shrugged his shoulders, "I mean.. They do their jobs and they work just fine. That man.. Zen... he accused me of not helping people, but I am not a soldier myself. I am not an armed guard or a keeper. It isn't my job to watch over and defend these people. I only lend my services when such others have... trouble solving a crime and need additional help getting it finished."
     
  15. Rachel was only half-watching Tane as they talked. She was familiar enough Kasuto from her work, but the jail wasn't in a part of town she'd spent much time in. She ran her gaze from one side of the street to the other as they walked down the road, checking each store and stall they passed and keeping an eye out for anything interesting. She'd been meaning to buy a new pair of traveling boots. The Order had sets of government-issue boots for its members, but she didn't like them much. Rachel wasn't generally a picky shopper, but shoes were something she made an exception for. It wasn't that she was vain, she just spent too much time on her feet to afford anything but the best. There was a bookstore up ahead she hadn't known about. Books were too heavy to keep many in her traveling bag, since everything she wanted to bring with her she had to carry herself, but she tried to have at least one unread book each time she struck out on assignment. The nights on the road were long and often boring, and she wasn't always lucky enough to have an interesting traveling companion to pass the time with. She'd finished her most recent book, a compilation of archaic Hyrulean customs that pre-dated even the time before the Thirty Year War, and was on the lookout for a new read. Maybe something a little more casual this time.

    She had her eye on a pawn shop- you never knew what interesting things would surface there- when a noise from her companion caused her to look round. There was something... unsettling... about the look of his face. It was gone in almost an instant, replaced with the bright smile she'd become accustomed to, but his eyes... there was something about them she didn't like. Their cold grayness wasn't as attractive as it had been a few minutes ago. She couldn't put her finger on what she felt, and she wasn't even sure of what she saw- it could easily have just been a contained sneeze glimpsed at exactly the wrong time- but for reasons she couldn't describe even to herself she felt decidedly ill at ease. The upcoming prison, which but a few seconds ago had symbolized an unwelcome end to their conversation, was now an anticipated break she could use to catch her bearings.

    She was probably just being silly. She knew Tane... didn't she?

    "Don't listen to Zen, Tane," she said, shaking her head, "it sounds like he was messing with you. You said it yourself, you're not a soldier or a guard. You aren't wrong for sticking with your job. You are a detective, not a one man army. We all have our part- it isn't right to expect you to do everything." She hesitated. Did she really want to address what they'd been saying? She wanted to move on, but it wasn't in her nature to let something go without resolving it first. "And don't worry, there's no argument," she said. "I don't expect people outside the Order to share my beliefs- if they did, they wouldn't be outside the Order. I agree that people are complicated, situations can be deceiving, and there isn't always an easy answer. Sometimes there aren't any answers at all. But I do believe in the Goddesses, and that means I believe in goodness, something to hold to even in the midst of all that confusion and complication." She shrugged. "But like I said, I don't expect you to share my beliefs." But how viable a partner was he if he didn't? Her faith was so important to her- could she be with him if he didn't believe as she did? Or was she too desperate, too starved for love and companionship, to care? It was a painful thing to think about. She moved to change the conversation.

    "So," she said, grinning, "you must get this question all the time, but I'm curious. You must've seen a lot of stuff, working as a detective. What's the craziest thing you've seen? What's your favorite story?"
     
  16. Tane

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    "Story?" Tane asked, fingers to his chin in thought, "My favorite story? Hmm, now that's a tough matter indeed." He had been preoccupied thinking about everything, holding back any malicious thoughts or actions, so much now that it was difficult to come back to reality and return to his normal. Then again, what really was his normal? Was it Tane the hero and ace detective or was it Blight the nightly terror and criminal slaying monster? Sometimes he wondered the very same, unsure who he really was deep inside. He wanted to be Tane, but with all the suppressing and hiding of his nature and darker feelings, maybe he wasn't really Tane after all?

    "Forgive me,"
    he said, shaking his head clear, "Did I zone out? I had a troubling sort of thought, but it's passed now. What did you ask me? You asked for my favorite story, didn't you?" He waved a hand dismissively, smile on his face, "This is off the record, I hope, yes? There was this one time while passing through the swamp region, I came across this unhappy sort of mob, complaining about missing items and pranks being played on people. No one could find a culprit and the missing merchandise could not be recovered. They suspected a thief, but no one could find any proof nor evidence of break-ins. They posted nightwatchmen around their little hamlet, namely around this very intriguing tavern I discovered while I was there. Still, no one could find anything at all. They asked for my help while I was there and I gladly agreed, curious about the happenings."

    He paused a moment to collect a thought, then continued, "I stayed for a few days, but even I couldn't find anything. That was when I met this eccentric fellow who had evidently heard the stories and came as well to investigate, though with a very different theory than just some run of the mill thief. He called himself Raice Daye and told us all he was an exorcist and that they had a poltergeist problem. You know, a ghost."

    "Well, with this new information, I followed his instructions and he performed some kind of ritual to allow us to 'see the spirits' he claimed. He dressed in this bright colored robe, burned a bunch of herbs, and started chanting in some strange language. Well, sure as you know it, he loudly announces that he can see the spirits. I thought the herbs had gone to his head. He seemed a little kooky and... a bit extravagant for my tastes, but across the bar near some crates, this shape shimmered and I swore I saw some little kid hiding there."

    He sighed, "It's... It's really hard to explain it past here, but I think this Raice fellow showed me.. almost memories? Memories of this kid stowing away and begging for food. He was taken in by the owner of this tavern, fed and cleaned, and kept warm. Well.. He was in an accident and drowned, but his spirit still hung on, refusing to leave the ne place where he felt most safe. I guess since no one could see him to give him food, he started taking things himself. Raice showed this to me and he talked to the kid, telling him it was time to move on. After a bit, everything felt lighter.. clearer.. like a darkness had been lifted. I suppose the kid.. moved on, he claims."

    Tane fell silent for a moment, evidently done with his tale.. or done enough as he did add one last piece. "I can't say exactly what happened or what I saw for sure, but it seemed so real. Maybe there really was a ghost or maybe... maybe there was something in those herbs.." He laughed, scratching his head, "Not really sure which. That Raice sure was a weird fellow." He could have been legit or a very clever con artist, Tane wasn't sure which. "I'd sure like to meet him again sometime and learn his secrets."
     
  17. ((I'm so sorry this has taken so long. I've caused us to be really behind current events, so as discussed in Discord we're gonna time skip and start a new thread.))

    Rachel considered the account. "He must have been very skilled in Spirit magic, to reach into a ghost's memories like that." She shook her head wonderingly. "Rituals and herbs? Doesn't sound like magic I'm familiar with. Northern Hyrule is a small place, but I'm always surprised by how much there is to find in it. It feels like there's a new wonder over every hill." She paused. "I think there are shamans in the Lizalfos tribe who practice ritualistic magic in the swamps, but I'd have to check to be sure."

    She walked up the steps to the prison and opened the door for Tane. "After you," she said, and they went inside.

    ***

    Later that evening, Rachel collapsed into a chair at the Naughty Horn Inn, seething. That blasted Warden! He'd absolutely refused to let them see Zen, and when she'd asked to transfer Zen to Rauru he'd laughed in her face. True, he had sent a letter to Rauru alerting them of Zen's intentions, but he'd been absolutely insufferable about the whole thing. Rachel scowled at the backs of a few patrons sipping their beer, then settled deeper into the chair.

    If the Warden had sent Rauru a letter, and as headstrong and pigheaded as the man seemed she doubted he'd lied about that, and if she sent her own letter, there wasn't really a need to be on the road just yet. Her thoughts turned to Tane. She could stick around for a while longer.
     
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    (Ima make a transition here to the festival for a bit cuz it opened l(O_O) )

    It had been quite a long day that followed a long night at the end of another long day. Tane was about ready to take a nap for a week if it came down to it. They had been to the prison, but made very little progress there. He figured they might as well have not even gone in the first place for all the good it did. Boredom taking hold, he prayed for a release soon. He needed a contract or even just a small job. Most of all, he needed to continue his work in tracking Blight and gaining his fame. If he went quiet for too long, people would wonder where he had gone. Soon after, they would forget him entirely. That fear had wormed its way back in and he scowled, fists tightening around his mug of ale.

    All around the place, people were excited and he was catching himself watching them. All about Kasuto, they had been setting up for some sort of harvest, haunted festival deal. People everyone were dressing up in spooky costumes and getting themselves in the spirit for games and tricks and traps. While Tane himself was intrigued, he expected Blight would be absolutely thrilled beyond measure to take part in something where he could walk around in true dark and dreary fashion and not a single person would bat an eye. It was just his kind of place and it was making Tane shiver with excitement.

    Rachel seemed quiet for now so he took the chance and opened his mouth to speak. "It looks like they're in full gear opening up a festival for the harvest season. We haven't been able to accomplish much lately and I feel a break may be in order. As long as I'm still in town, I full intend to use my time to relax and take a look around. It looks like fun." He supposed he was going to need a sort of costume for it, but figured Blight's cloak and mask would suffice. It wasn't like anyone knew the murderer and exactly how he dressed. More so the mask was just to keep his real face from being known.

    Grin on his face, he stood and made for the door. Rachel was more than welcome to follow should she also be interested in the festival. Tane's attention could only hold for so long and the set ups were too interesting to ignore right now.
     

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