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Discussion in 'Hera Outpost' started by Zimo Aririke, May 10, 2016.

  1. Zimo bit her lips together at Tiketh’s talk about money problems. The inquisitor wasn’t rich, but neither was she at a loss for rupees whenever it mattered. Anything related to actual detective work, hiring mercenaries, or other necessities of the job were covered by the Order as long as she wrote up an expense report to submit to them. And though she wasn’t rich, her pay wasn’t miserly either. It made her feel pretty shitty when she compared her own scenario to Tiketh’s.

    “Not enough to eat, huh?” She echoed with a frown. “Didn’t mean to bring that up, bud.” Who was Benjamin Tiketh anyway? She called him a friend, but she didn’t know much about him if she was really honest with herself. What did she know? That he was a musician. That he fought with a huge-ass scythe. And, well, that he had some kind of ghost problem.

    “Ha! You think I had guts to sing? Maybe I was a little tipsy…” Zimo admitted, shaking her head. “Don’t need talent so much as balls though. My singing was the definition of average at best, so don’t knock yourself, Tickles!” She squished back in her chair as he went over his distaste of public executions, spinal fin rubbing against the backrest. “It’s not really about wanting to see it,” she said, a sharp exhale through her nose marking a stifled laugh. “Not the same as going to see a play at least. It’s more about… making an example, I guess. This guy did terrible things, so witness what happens when you do that. And transparency with the public too.” She shrugged noncommittally. “It’s a hanging, so no, not gory at all.” Beheadings were distasteful, and Zimo saw little point to them besides the fear factor. Hangings got the job done just fine without going overboard.
     
  2. Tiketh

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    Tiketh held up his hands helplessly. "It's completely alright. I don't normally mind my lifestyle. I really... actually don't have a permanent home, not many friends, not many possessions to my name, but I still have a good life, I assure you. I do what I need to and I've never suffered for it..." Well he wouldn't say never really. Take was quite a lot of suffering all on his own. Take was a nuisance and a bother and a horrible being, but did he really have anything to do with Tiketh's lifestyle? Maybe? He supposed if he weren't a traveler by nature then he might not have wound up exploring random ruins in the first place. Still, that was a bit of a stretch.

    "But my fiddle is of those possessions, my most precious of all, made me way more rupees and earned me more beds than anything else I've ever done. I don't... know if I ever even told you what I do?"
    He didn't know if she'd even are about his odd jobs and boring travel stories. He supposed if he talked about his life, he could ask Zimo about hers. To be honest, he was never all that interested in the Order, but it was only fair she have a chance to talk if that was indeed where this was going to go. Even if she didn't want to after all, he was still eager to share his tales... albeit in a more vague and less detailed telling, "I mean I love playing, and it's my favorite thing, but I've done other jobs, too, to earn rupees. I sometimes get hired as a guard for traveling caravans, or I just get sent in their place to deliver goods and mail." He shrugged. It wasn't very luxurious, but it paid nicely.

    "I don't really... ever have to kill anyone,"
    he admitted, shaking his head, "And I've never really... seen someone die before. Well not like an execution. It's a little unsettling, but I can see how it's needed. I can't even begin to imagine what it feels like to have done something so awful to be put on display like that, an example for everyone to remember." The Hylian felt a shiver down his spine, shaking it off quickly. Take was like that, wasn't he? The spirit mentioned that he had killed his father and sister in life and was locked up because of it. Had he been an example like that? Set out before the people before being sealed away in a cell? "I hope that never happens to me..."
     
  3. Tiketh’s words were a bit of a relief, but Zimo still felt a good deal awkward about the ease with which he spoke about his financial situation. But if he wasn’t getting worked up about it, then Zimo wouldn’t make any sort of deal over it either. It did beg the question of how the hylian intended to pay for the services of an exorcist, however. She didn’t think playing a little ditty of his fiddle would cover services like that, even if it sometimes earned him a night at an inn or a meal.

    The answer to that question came with his next words. “So you hire yourself out as a mercenary,” she said with a little nod. “No shortage of jobs in that line of work, is there?” Guarding caravans could be doubly profitable: you got paid for travelling wherever it was you needed to go, if you could find traders heading the same way.

    Zimo frowned, confused. “Why would it happen to you?” It’s not like Tiketh was some guard-slaying criminal, after all. “But you don’t have to come if you don’t have the stomach for it. Just thought it could help with finding that exorcist you need.” She perked up a brow at him. “Speaking of which, do you think you can afford the services of one? Not to be that ass or anything. I mean, I might be able to pull a few strings and help set you up, but exorcists generally charge a fee.”
     
  4. Tiketh

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    "Oh I don't think it would happen to me!" he defended, hands up as if in defense, "I haven't done anything. I just do my part in helping people. I mean I've fought plenty, though I wouldn't ever go so far as saying I'm like a master swordsman or anything." Swordsman here just being a relative term since he didn't actually know how to properly wield a sword. He often wondered if that was weird of him, that he had more practice wielding an obscure harvesting tool as a weapon instead of.. an actual weapon. Still, he was talented with it, just not talented enough to be considered a master. "I've never had to really kill anyone though honestly. I've fought more than my fair share of Stalchilds though. They sure like to attack traveling caravans in hoards if they're out on the roads past sundown."

    Usually the people who ran caravans weren't idiots and knew the roads weren't safe at night, but occasionally you got one who either didn't know any better, didn't care, or had to leave immediately for whatever reason and couldn't wait until dawn. Those tended to be the ones that needed the most guarding as they stirred up the most trouble.

    "I hope you don't think me weak if I tell you I may not have the stomach for it after all,"
    he said sullenly. He figured it was probably stupid for a male to be squeamish in the face of death. Men were supposed to be tough, weren't they? Then again, if only they knew hi, maybe they'd seen what he had been putting up with for years and then they'd rethink his true courage.

    "You know... now that I think about it... I don't know if I can afford this now."
    He groaned, defeated by his lack of a crazy amount of rupees. "How.. How much do they ask for? I might be able to find something, but I don't often have a lot..."
     
  5. Zimo wasn’t certain whether to classify the stalchildren Tiketh mentioned fighting as ‘people’. Stalfolk which served the Dragmiran remnant certainly seemed intelligent enough, though their curse eventually led them all to becoming feral after a century or so. Surely killing feral stals was no different than killing a wild beast? Regardless, Zimo felt little remorse when it came to fighting the undead in any state of mind—they were unnatural beings, an affront to the Goddesses. That they weren’t hunt to extinction entirely was a matter of the tenuous peace agreement: nothing more or less. The West Hyrule was hardly equipped to fight a full scale war so soon after the last one which devastated the country.

    “Travelling the roads of Hyrule can be a dangerous ordeals these days, especially for traders with precious cargo,” Zimo agreed. “It’s good to hear people like you help them out.” Not everyone liked mercenaries, but the zoran inquisitor thought them a necessary and important force as much as any other. Faith was not a commodity which appealed to everyone, especially those who struggled just to make ends meet.

    “It’s not pleasant work,” the warrior said with a shrug. “But necessary. You don’t have to come.” But this issue about money for hiring an exorcist was still a matter to contend with. “Well, Colonel Norah here in the outpost owes me a favour, so a soldier mage with the capabilities you’re looking for wouldn’t be out of the question. Perhaps a hundred-fifty rupees, give or take. A mercenary exorcist may be a little cheaper, but there’s less… quality assurance.” Zimo had met her fair share of unscrupulous mercs worth less than the coin they asked for. The good ones like Nariko and Tiketh were the exception rather than the rule, she thought.
     
  6. Nasira Shahr

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    She took a bit longer to track down Tiketh mostly due to the sort of unreasonable guilt she felt stabbing in her gut. While she had been pleased to see Rawiya with that of her new friend Zila, her last words left a biting sting that made her feel responsible for something she wasn't sure was undeserved. She needed a bit to cool down, regain her composure and at least be able to present herself in more of state than being inexplicably upset. So she walked a little more freely through Hera, only stopping once or twice to give herself an internal pep talk before returning to that of the bunkhouse.

    A breath in and a breath out before she gave the door a stern push, she wasn't exactly expecting to see that of a zora woman within. Even less the one that she had insulted back at the Harp. Heat bloomed into her face and she had every inkling to turn right around and disappear out the door.

    Weighing her options quickly did it all come forward in a unanimous call that she couldn't run away from her previous embarrassment forever. Not to mention she probably deserved to properly apologize for her behaviour anyways. Better to suck it up than roll around in it.

    Exhaling silently once did the gerudo straighten her shoulders and come trotting in, noting how the zora was speaking with Tiketh; Sira came to rest her hands on the back of a pushed in chair. "Sorry to interrupt but I've made it back!" Sira chuckled softly before wiggling her shoulders down so she could cross her arms over the back of the chair and rest her chin upon the crossed limbs. Looking sideways at the two of them before realizing they were probably talking about something actually important. Too late now, she came bolting in and was not about to go disappearing now.
     
  7. Tiketh

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    Tiketh smiled wide, agreeing completely. Though he preferred not to fight as much as he was able, he absolutely loved helping people even more than that. Much of what he'd seen, bodyguards charged far too much or refused many jobs because they just 'didn't feel like it'. While some weren't like that, others were, and it was hard for every single caravan to get the protection they needed when they couldn't afford someone who cared more about their safety than money. Tiketh didn't like turning down people who truly needed his help.

    "I think I could manage at least a couple hundred rupees,"
    he added then, now thinking more on money and less on protecting people. "I can scrounge up at least that much, maybe a little more if I need it." True, he wasn't rich nor poor, more resting in between, but any rupees he did have had to go towards food and clothing and sleep first. Despite how much he needed this exorcist, he needed to eat all that much more. "I hope it won't be so huge of a problem for me. I'd rather seek out the best of the best, honestly. My er.. ghost problem is... extensive." Was that a good word for it?

    "But it doesn't seem to be in... immediate danger. Not that I have to head out straight away. I'd be honored to stick around here with you for a time. I couldn't ever promise I'd be a good sport, but I suppose I don't mind accompanying you on your... business."
    He really didn't think Zimo needed the company, but he also didn't want to be alone. Being alone was so.... well... lonely. His sister had stayed behind for some "personal matters", she explained, and who knew where his mute friend had run off to.

    Though the lovely Gerudo had found them at least! Already he was that much less lonely upon seeing her approach and make herself comfortable. "Hey!" he greeted, that smile still stuck on his face, "I was hoping you would come back. We were just discussing uhm..." he didn't know if talking about a public execution to everyone he came across was a good idea (even if it was public), so he instead went with "..some work I was looking for. I've been on the search for someone who can rid a home of a terrible spirit."
     
  8. It seemed as if Tiketh was committed to paying for the best possible exorcist he could afford to help with his ghost problem. It made Zimo curious as to what exact chaos this spirit could be causing for him. If it was a danger to the public, then it was her duty to assist in whatever way she could regardless. Spirits certainly fell out of her range of expertise, but that was no excuse to let down a friend, nor back away from a challenge. “I’ll see what I can do to get your ghost expert without tearing a hole in your wallet,” Zimo said, in what she thought was a reassuring-ish tone.

    It was after Tiketh had explained that he would accompany Zimo the next morning that the gerudo from earlier, Venus, entered and greeted the hylian man, draping herself over one of the chair backs in such a way which the zora thought to slightly resemble a cat. Zimo shut her mouth before she could give away any of Tiketh’s personal information, but the ease with which the man spoke about the spirit infesting his house, it seemed as if Venus was a person who could be trusted. That made everything easier.

    “Venus, right?” She greeted with an awkward smile on her charred lips. “We met at the bar.” She left it at that, more intrigued by the business at hand to stir up the pot regarding how the previously tipsy gerudo had gawked at her face earlier. “I’m still Ash, but Tickles here knows me as Zimo.” She said this last just to get the issue of having multiple names out of the way right off the bat.

    “My, uh, work in the morning shouldn’t take long anyway,” she continued, turning back to the hylian. “We should be able to be on our way before high noon, if there aren’t any hold ups in finding our exorcist.” Sitting up in her seat, Zimo eyed Tiketh carefully. “But it’ll be helpful to know anything about this ghost of yours. What do you know about it?”
     
  9. Nasira Shahr

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    It was always nice to be welcomed back considering she wasn't too sure if she should, since she pretty much latched onto Tiketh and invited herself along. Maybe she really did need her sister around, since she apparently forgot how to socialized without being a creepy tagalong. Such thoughts were better kept quiet. Although Sira gave a slightly awkward nervous smirk to the zora that was sitting; privately hoping and praying she wouldn't bring up her poor introduction at the bar.

    "Seems we have that in common," Sira laughed softly, "Venus is a stage name, I'm actually Nasira, sister to the world famous writer Rawiya Shahr." Throwing that in gave her a bit of freedom for some strange reason. Maybe so she didn't feel like such a strange duck in the middle of this business they were talking about.

    Not that she hadn't heard Tiketh mention evil spirits and Zimo now talking about an exorcist. Listening she furrowed her brow wondering if it weren't merely a damn poe but would you need an exorcist for those mischievous creatures? "Wait, is this a poe or is this an actual ghost?" Exchanging looks with the hylian, she paused. "You didn't say anything that you were being haunted, Tiketh."
     
  10. Tiketh

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    Tickles again. Really, when would that nickname die off? He wanted to say it bothered him, and he wondered if he should ask her to stop... but honestly, he kind of liked it. To have a friendly nickname like that meant she considered him a friend, too, right? Of course, another idea was that she didn't think that highly of him and it was meant more of an insult. Though, she never seemed to have any biting attitude when saying it, so he could assume that was not it.

    However, on that note, it appeared that Venus had not been the lady's real name. A little surprised at this, the Hylian quirked an eyebrow curiously at her. Nasira then it was? "It's a very pretty name," he admitted, hoping to be more focused on this than his business dealings. If he could have just forgotten he'd ever said a word about spirits, he would have. If he could just brush it off and let it drop and never bring it up again so that the conversation could be more upbeat in nature and about fun things... he would have done that also. Unfortunately, he had started it and couldn't just pretend he said nothing.

    "I guess my... spirit problem isn't something I really like talking about. It's a little but more than just a ghost inhabiting a house."
    He ran fingers nervously through his hair. Should he really be getting into this? Was it okay to tell people about his problems fully? If he couldn't trust friends, then who could he trust? But then again, were these people or were they not his friends? He didn't even know the lady's real name until just a moment ago, after all. "It's always been more than that..." Unable to stop himself, he kept going, "It only just recently attached itself to my family's home. Before then, it had been following me personally. The last I saw of him, he told me he was going to come back." He really didn't want Take to come back ever.

    "That's why I'm desperate to be rid of it before it has a chance to come back."
    This would likely be Tiketh's only chance, he figured. He laughed though, despite how unsettled he was, "I don't really know why I'm telling you two though. It's just nice to be able to tell someone at least. I don't know what else to do..."
     
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  11. So Venus was actually called Nasira. It was curious that they both met each other under different names, though Asherah was not a stage name but the one the zora’s family knew her by, and the one she had been born with. To go by Ash meant that the inquisitor was set aside and that she was merely a woman, at least for a short time. Perhaps that’s why she prefered Zimo in most contexts: it was difficult to shed the inquisitor’s guise when it was such a vital part of her.

    Philosophy of names aside, Zimo pondered the second name the gerudo provided. She could hardly call herself the bookish sort, but after a moment it clicked. “Oh, that writer. I’ve read a bit of her work—that would make you that Venus!” Zimo nodded, sudden realization flooding in. “One half of the performing duo. I don’t really go to shows, honestly, but I’ve heard of you.” Though, gerudo probably wouldn’t have come to perform in Rauru very often anyway. Even now, Zimo felt vaguely uncomfortable in the woman’s presence—though not for the reason she would probably have thought. The zoran inquisitor decided to keep her thoughts on that matter silent, lest Nasira feel obliged towards some form of vengeance. The Alder Hill Massacre was one such event that Zimo would like to put as far behind her as possible.

    The conversation shifted back to Tiketh’s supernatural problem, and he began divulging greater information than before. “It was haunting you, specifically?” Zimo asked, quirking a hairless brow at the man. “For how long? You could have looked for help earlier than this!” It was peculiar though. Why would a spirit take a particular interest in Tiketh? Was there anything else he wasn’t letting on in its entirety? “Well, I guess you’re dealing with it now. Shouldn’t be too much worse than a garden variety poe. Swoop in, banish the bastard, and you get your house back.” Zimo had every intention of seeing this to its end, at this point. A spirit which followed people was clearly malevolent and needed to be dealt with decisively and permanently, else it could become a greater hazard for more folk than just Tiketh and his family.
     
  12. Nasira Shahr

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    Lips curled into a little mischievous grin hunkering a little further into her arms, “Better than Tickles.” She teased her hylian friend, “I have a few names, most of them staged.” Zimo seemed to know what she was talking about after she had mentioned her sister. Perking up a little and nodding along did she blush somewhat, “I’m pleased to be heard of though honestly my sister is the real talent. She had me around mostly to punch people out if they got too aggressive.” A thought inside turned sour on that note forcing her to swallow it bitterly down before it made it out of her mouth.

    Personally, she was grateful for the subject to be turned onto Tiketh. Although she wasn’t too sure how she felt about the haunting he was dealing with. Ifran was the closest she came too dealing with something being alive without living and that was mostly through Rawi. She rarely dealt with the book, but his problem sounded much more severe than a sarcastic book. “You said it had been following you around personally, that doesn’t sound like a haunting that sounds more like it was trying to claim you. Like a personal vendetta, did you do something to anger a spirit?” Genuine concern reflected in her expression before pointing to Zimo and agreeing. “Why did you wait, I mean this could have probably been dealt with upon the first time. It sounds like it has only gotten worse.” Momentarily she thought, “Worse than a garden variety poe, those usually get bored enough to leave.” Not that she wanted to argue with the fish woman but she didn’t think it would be so simple all the sudden to get rid of this unwanted spirit. “How long has it been around.” Sira asked looking straight at her hylian friend. “Tiketh, this sounds dangerous beyond a simple whatever poe. I have to ask again, did you provoke it in some way?
     
  13. Tiketh

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    For how long? Did he really want to say? It sounded like such a bad thing that he waited even this long, and they'd be completely right. He should have sought help long before this even became such a terrible problem. He should have found someone immediately... but it was just... What was it even? Fear? Was it too awkward to bring people into this? Most of it was that he never expected anyone to even believe him in the first place. And yet...

    Here these two were, seeming to take it completely seriously and without even a shred of proof. For that, they deserved an honest answer.

    "Well..."
    he started, "It started about... about five years ago. I used to be much more, uh, adventurous than I am now. I liked wandering old ruins and finding treasures and history. But instead of anything valuable, I found a spirit. I thought it was a person calling for help, which, by the time I figured it out it had already attached itself to me. It called itself Thou That Taketh Away, Take for short. I don't really know why or what it means, but that's who he refers to himself as." Nothing could say for the obvious look on Tiketh's face that he thought it was a completely stupid and arrogant title. He often wondered if it chose that for the similarity to Tiketh's own name, but that was just an educated guess.

    "I don't know what I did to provoke him in any way. He just said he wanted a body.. he needed a body again, and wanted to use mine because I was convenient I suppose."
    He shrugged his shoulders, "I can't say I never thought about getting help. I just had nowhere to go and no one to go to... and I honestly never expected anyone to believe me about it." He wanted to laugh at his own stupidity, though couldn't bring himself to. "I didn't want people to think I was crazy and lock me up, or worse, shun me or turn me away, you know?"

    Groaning, he rubbed his eyes, hiding his face in his hands. This was all so stupid. Why did he have to wait so long? He next words were more muffled with his head down, covered and hidden, "But I saw him at the manor. Actually saw him. The whole time it had just been a voice, but I saw him there.."
     
  14. Zimo had no doubt that Nasira would be able to punch people out when they got too aggressive. She certainly seemed built for it, at the very least. The zoran warrior had the passing fancy to challenge her to a friendly fight just to see what she was capable of, but this was hardly the time or place for that. Zimo herself thought more of dancing than storytelling, for what was a fight than an improvised dance, though with a partner who could be potentially deadly? That wasn’t to say Zimo was any good at dancing of the entertaining variety: her movements were too forceful and pragmatic to be considered such.

    Nasira went on about the ghost problem Tiketh was burdened with, noting that it sounded like a personal vendetta rather than a haunting. Perhaps it was worse than a standard poe, but Zimo wasn’t about to put that much stock into the creature’s complexity—at least, not until Tiketh explained more about it in greater detail.

    “And what do you mean it attached itself to you?” Zimo said, creeping up to the edge of her seat. “Like a twili to your shadow? A poe or ghini shouldn’t be capable of something like that.” That settled it then, this spirit was of a far more potent variety. This thing wanted Tiketh’s body as a vessel, and if not him then perhaps it would attempt to possess some other poor soul it came across. “You should have come to the Order of Rauru immediately,” Zimo fumed, shaking her head in disbelief. “We would have been able to help you! The Inquisition deals with things like this all the time!” She sighed, releasing that pent up fury before it could truly manifest. “Anyway, what’s done is done. We can’t let this thing terrorize you or anyone else any longer. And if it’s tied to your house and not a person, then at least we know it’s not going anywhere—at least for a while.”

    Would the Order actually have been able to help Tiketh? Zimo certainly believed so, earnestly and with conviction. If he was locked up, it would have been for his own good and the good of those around him, until the spirit itself could be dealt with. It was such a shame that so many others couldn’t see the Order of Rauru for the force of good that it was. It was fear and misunderstanding that kept people away...
     
  15. Nasira Shahr

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    She was more than a little shocked by how long it had truly been since he was haunted. Five years as a long time and for him to think that no one would believe, now that was a seriously sad thought to have. Did Tiketh have no one at all that he could have counted on to help him through this? Although she didn't say her thoughts, she certainly felt that he should have come forward a long time ago. Even if someone thought him crazy, it was better than being plagued but this evidently hostile being.

    A shiver ran down her spine at the mentioning of this otherworldly beast stating it needed a body. She wasn't sure why but that certainly sounded like it was something that should have been vaporized the moment Tiketh found it. Poes were annoying sure, but this thing was easily something extremely dangerous. She heard of ghosts haunted after their lives were done, sometimes forced to haunt due to some unknown hostile event in their lives.

    Thankfully Zimo was quick with asking the important questions, even though Nasira disagreed with the idea of going straight to the Order. Keeping herself schooled she certainly didn't think the Order was that capable, nor did they have to be involved with everything. Too many hands in too many pots was a bad thing.'The Order is not the saving grace of this world. The less they are involved, the better.' Sira thought privately to herself.

    "You seen him?" Sira repeated humming a little more thoughtfully, "You know I wonder if this Take was a being from the past. Like someone of great measure or something, maybe a being that was so bitter that he couldn't pass on due to some unfinished work. Maybe why he needs a body... What did he look like? I mean maybe you could also use that imagine you seen of him to maybe find some possible history about him. You know," She waved her hand, "In the annals. They always keep information on people who were of particular interest and maybe this Take was a being of that. You could maybe even find something about him if there is something on him that could help you remove him with the help of an exorcist." Shoulders shrugged, "I mean it is an idea. I've already heard that you ought to learn as much as you can about those you are trying to fight against. Know thy enemy?"
     
  16. Tiketh

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    I mean it possessed me! he tried to say, but just couldn't bring himself to say quite that in those words. "I mean it.. he... he followed me around for years, talked to me... in my head you know? But I never saw him before now. Always it had just been a voice speaking to me, trying to make me do things. He would taunt me and..." he quieted down for a moment until he finally decided to say it, the thing he never wanted to tell anyone that had the power or capability or even the desire to ship him off to the Order, "He could control my body sometimes if I let him... if I wasn't trying hard enough to hold him back. It was never for very long, I guess before he ran out of energy. I stayed away from people because I didn't want to hurt anyone. I didn't want him to attack people, and then I'd get blamed for it. For a while I was afraid he was some kind of demon and I'd get locked up for eternity because of it."

    "I was kind of hoping I could do some research and see if I could figure out who this guy was. My friend and I, we went to the library, but we weren't there for long. There were so many books. I'm afraid I really don't know exactly where I ought to start looking." He shrugged helplessly, "But he looked pretty... regal.. in some old style clothing, like from old paintings."

    He shut his eyes, trying to remember details about what the ghostly figure looked like. "He was definitely Hylian though. Blond hair, blue eyes. It was... kind of.. eerie. B-But he was see through you know! Like an actual ghost!" It wasn't like one of those lantern holding, floating cloaked poes. Nothing so nondescript. This was very specific. Tiketh briefly wondered what sort of energy a spirit needed to be able to wield to hold onto its form like that. Though, he never suspected Take was weak. He was able to hold control over his very body after all.
     
  17. Zimo may have expected some manner of lip from the gerudo regarding her affiliation with the Order of Rauru, but if any such thoughts were crossing the woman’s mind, she was keeping them to herself. It was all for the best, because any voiced thoughts may have had the unfortunate consequence of derailing the conversation away from the actual issue at hand: Tiketh’s malevolent spirit.

    “It could control your body?” Zimo said, mouth agape. She was sickeningly reminded of the demon which had possessed the poor boy at Snowpeak. What was that vile creature doing now? “At that point I’m not sure if the difference between a demon and a ghost is anything more than academic nitpicking.” She didn’t mention that he probably would have been locked up, for fear for scaring him even more. It would have been for his own good, in any case. Though, if he had been locked up, then he would likely not be in this situation now.

    Nasira suggested research, which evidently Tiketh had already done—with Keaton being this friend, most likely. “If this spirit was important enough to write about in a book, then it’s gotta be something fierce.” Thou That Taketh Away… the name didn’t mean anything to her, but Zimo had never been one to peruse books like that. “Someone important in life, if the regal clothing is anything to go by. A noble lord of something, maybe? Did this ‘Taketh’ have a proper name written in there?” A family name, at least, would be something to work with.

    Zimo noted Bjornar walking into the dining area to clean up, any remaining guests evidently having headed off to their rooms for the night. It seemed to be getting somewhat late.
     
  18. Nasira Shahr

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    For every sentence Tiketh gave, it only became that must more disturbing that this spirit was latched onto him. Not even mentioning the controlling of his body aspect and how it could make him do things that were of course heinous to anyone. It was a vile realization and she softened her expression drastically. “I’m sorry you had to combat this for so long alone, Tiketh.” Earnestly she stated though she was slightly at a loss what else to say at this moment.

    The mention of looking for the spirit in the annals had been her trump card. Which seemed to be even more so of an idea when the man described the spirit he seen. “He sounds regal.” She repeated the word he picked, “I’m pretty sure somewhere they kept some log of the nobles and royals. I mean how else would you track them.” Looking at Zimo with a shrug as she seemed to come to the same agreement of this ghost being written about. “Though before the war, the noble houses were plentiful and that isn’t saying much considering one can’t be too sure what era your lingering demon was from,

    Noting the large man who ran the tavern entering the dining room, Sira exhaled softly. “Either way, it may be better to go and rest on all this rather than getting worked up now. No good it will do. A clear head is better than one that is fuzzy and stressed.” Leaning backwards onto her heels did she rake back the red bangs, pinning them upon the teal gem. “I’m heading in for the night either way. Don’t let me stop you two from talking, I just don’t wish to have nightmares about some spoiled brat noble ghost to be honest.” Smirking a little attempting to lessen the atmosphere, Sira put some hitch into her step. “Night you two.
     
  19. Tiketh

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    "I wonder where I would look for such an account," he wondered aloud, "Where I could find records of nobles. I tried to library at Kasuto but it's so big and there were so many books. If there were records like that there, I wouldn't know where to find them." He'd have been in there for days if he had to go through every single book one by one. He supposed he could ask a librarian or something. There was also the option of asking Take himself who he was, but that seemed like a terrible idea. "Are there any records like that here?" he then wondered, mostly to himself.

    Though while he could have sat there for a while wondering, Nasira (he still had to get used to that name..) suggested they rest and pick this up in the morning. That was about the best idea he had heard all day. A smile on his face, he waved as she headed off for the night. "Good night, Nasira. See you in the morning." He watched her until she had completely disappeared from the room, probably looking like some silly lovestruck school boy. In all truths, he just didn't know how to best react to pretty ladies. Zimo came easy enough and he hadn't the worry about feeling so awkward. He always wanted to ask her some personal questions, but it was probably still too soon and they weren't yet that close. He didn't know many Zora, but he guessed she was a normal looking one, curious scars excluded. He supposed if he were into fish, then...

    Nope. He wasn't going to think about that. That was weird and he was exhausted. Hoping his expression didn't betray his thoughts, he addressed the Zora, "Should we head to bed, too, then? I'm uh.. sorry to have to bring you both into this. I feel sort of awful about it." Take was dangerous and he didn't want them to get hurt. "But thank you so much for listening. That alone means so much." Rising from the table, he let out a sigh, "I guess I'll see you in the morning then."
     
  20. “Elijah Brelden, for heinous crimes against Hyrule and her people, including the deaths of two Rauran guardsmen and assault against the keepers of the peace here at Hera Outpost, you are condemned to be hanged by the neck until dead, the sentence to be carried out forthwith. You may make any final peace you must with the Goddesses now.”

    “Sod the Goddesses and sod you, you mindless Order whore! Ah, sod the lot of you!”

    “Let it be noted that the condemned was given his right of final peace, and chose to eschew it. May Farore grant you mercy in the next life.”

    Snap!

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    Dawn had broken into a sunny morning by the time that Zimo returned to the bunkhouse, the weariness plain on her charred face as she settled into the same squishy chair she had occupied the previous night. She had had plenty of sleep, but the distaste of the morning’s events was fresh on her tongue. Justice had been meted out in what was certainly a necessary good, but there was a clear difference between killing in the heat of combat, and carrying out the sentence of a person who was unarmed and no longer a danger to anybody.

    Of course, Zimo had to preside over the execution on behalf of the Order, lest the waters begin to heat in the political pot which was the relationship between the Order of Rauru and the remnant of the Hyrulean Army stationed at the outpost. The zora had a profound hatred for politics, but Sir Ignatius had taught her to at least maintain a modicum of patience in regards to it. Hera had flatly refused to entrust a living prisoner to a single inquisitor to be carted all the way to Rauru—a decision which was logical, if somewhat embarrassing. At the very least this freed Zimo up to assist Tiketh in his own quest.

    Zimo had knocked on his door early in the morning to wake him for the proceedings, though she had left ahead of him to prepare. Thusly, she didn’t actually know if the hylian man had come to bear witness to justice or not. As for Nasira, Zimo had not woken her or even told her about the execution. Perhaps the gerudo would even find the killing of two Rauran guards an excusable crime—though Zimo had hardly been about to ask her opinion on the matter. Better not to create the tension between them, whether real or imagined.

    The aquatic woman had noted the lingering gaze of her hylian friend on the other woman’s rump the previous night, however. It seemed she was not the only ‘inquisitor’ in the group, though Tiketh’s inquisitiveness would possibly be apt to get him slapped if he was not careful. She remained silent about the transgression, merely shooting him a heavy wink before heading off to her own room.
     

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