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Spring Festival Farore's Harp

Discussion in 'Hera Outpost' started by Dante Stormward, Apr 11, 2017.

  1. Nico Rozen

    Nico Rozen Slice & Dice
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    Obviously this injury was bad, this much he knew. But it wasn't infected? That was actually a relief. She wanted to heal his arm, to which he nodded in acceptance. She got to work by...singing? Her voice rang out and embalmed the Kokiri in a warm glow. He witnessed with some form of awe the healing process at work, mouth agape and eyes widened like a child who remembered the days of innocence. The flesh was mending, and the burns were disappearing from his body. He was amazed that a voice such as hers had the potential to heal such a grievous wound such as this...but the burns disappearing left him a little weary. He learned to live with them on his arm for a long time, and seeing them disappear just like that felt...strange.

    Still, he smiled at the sight of the magic working its wonders. Was he actually happy? Was it the numbing feeling of the magic making him feel all warm and fuzzy inside? Even still, the legitimate smile on his face was something that no one had seen in the past thirty years. Thirty years of descending deeper into darkness all seemed to melt away, but still existed within him whenever it needed to come out. He was just awestruck by the whole process and couldn't help but smile. Directing it now toward his benefactor, he added, "Thank you so much for your help."

    Ari turned her attention toward her and said, "That was amazing! Truly, this kind of healing magic is incredible!" Turning back to her partner, she asked, "How are you feeling now, Nico?"

    "I feel good, surprisingly," he claimed. This feeling of being comfortable in his own skin was highly foreign to him now. Although the concept existed, the feeling was almost nonexistent up until just now. "Seeing it feels a little strange, though."

    "The reversal of an opened wound is strange?"

    "No. The burns are disappearing." He was frowning now, more sad than anything.

    Ari fell silent, stuttering out a short but quiet "Oh..." She knew what was up.

    He turned toward this healer. "Don't get me wrong, I'm eternally grateful for your help. It's just..." Slowly but surely he adjusted his shoulders to make the jacket fall off of him, revealing the old burns on his right arm as well. Wearing a short-sleeved shirt underneath the hooded jacket really helped with maneuvering and finessing his arms around. "They serve as a reminder for what was lost. Time, a home, friends, family, all of it." He turned his gaze toward the horizon for a moment. "Maybe it's inappropriate to say they made me stronger. Maybe I used them to convince myself I was weak and needed more strength. I'm not so sure anymore."

    Now Ari was confused. "Nico, what are you saying?"

    "Maybe it's time I got rid of them. But not now," he mentioned, looking back at the cleric. His savior cleric looked to be exhausted, but for other reasons than having used magic. They both needed a long rest for their weary bones. With a smile, he added, "You seem a bit more labored now than you were before you helped me, so I won't ask you for anything else. Thank you all the same for all your help, miss." There would still be time to experience what the festival had to offer. For now, however, rest. Rest was the key to weariness, and Nico probably could have used a lot of it.
     
  2. Sela

    Sela Newbie
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    Sela was relieved her magic worked so well with the Kokiri's arm, a gentle smile tugged at her lips. Slowly, it would still work at the injury and scars even after her voice faded; for only a short time of course. Fresh injuries were quick to heal with magic, scars, however, would certainly not fade entirely, not with just one session.

    It was a cathartic feeling, seeing the pain just vanish from her patients. It was no lie that this very "I did good" feeling was one of her favorite aspects of her profession.

    There was an expression of concern as the boy took note of the burn scars fading from his arm. For the briefest of moments, she was puzzled, but then it occurred to her as he showed her the burns along his right arm.
    "I'm sorry, I didn't even realize.."
    Sure, she was perfectly aware that her patient was a kokiri, but she had to remind herself that their race was scarce now. The tragedy that struck their home and great father were long before Sela was even born. She couldn't possibly know what he and his family had gone through.

    As if her mind wanted to relate to the kokiri's woes, or her demons just felt it an appropirate time to antagonize her, Sela's thought went to home. Her only family was her aunt, who was still ill. It was her that urged Sela to enjoy herself at the festival, but still, this left her cocnerned. What if something happened while Sela was gone? What if Sela would return only to find-

    Stop it.

    "You seem a bit more labored now than you were before you helped me, so I won't ask you for anything else. Thank you all the same for all your help, miss."


    The healer's solemnly pursed lips curved ever so gently into another smile.
    "Oh, I just had a long trip, that's all, I think I might find a room at the inn. I'm glad I could be of help, sir." calling him "child" felt inappropriate, after all.
    After Sela rose from her seat, she dipped her head somewhat, respectful. After straightening her posture, she added,
    "Please try to get some rest. I'll be staying here for the festival, so if there's anything else you need, please feel free to come find me. Oh- I forgot to say, my name is Sela Ainsley."
     
  3. Tiketh

    Tiketh Just Me and My Darker Side
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    So absorbed Tiketh was in soaking in the atmosphere, he had failed to notice so many things that were probably important to notice. The place was getting quite packed with guests everywhere, all keeping to their business and carrying on and enjoying the festival. For the most part, the Hylian had been trying not to mind any of them. They could enjoy whatever they wanted, and he needed no part of it. He was here for his own pleasure and his own business there afterwards. With Zimo off on her own so soon, he had little guidance right now as to where this supposed exorcist was. He would just have to ask her next time he saw her... and when he was done with their festive detour of course.

    He never realized he was probably standing in the way, too busy daydreaming to see when anyone would be crossing his path at all. A near head on collision snapped him back to reality due to him almost flying off his feet and getting knocked to his ass simply from the surprise of it. Immediately, he began hearing a hurried apology, hands all over him in a panic which probably startled him more that the initial impact.

    "Hey hey!"
    he began, hands shooting up in defense, "It's alright, hey! I'm alright, are you okay?" So like him to always have to apologize to others and ask about their well-being. "I'm sorry. Was I in the way? I wasn't paying attention at all, forgive me. I.." Hands to his coat, he fixed any ruffles caused from the incident, "I must have been so out of it..." He looked around curiously, finally trying to take in more than the musical aura of the room, glancing quick to see if Keaton was still with him. "My friend here and I came here... and I was just so awestruck. You see it's just... so beautiful in here... so musical. I'm a musician myself, and I guess I was spacing out imagining it.."

    With one more glance, he spotted Zimo some distance away and that fact surprised him more than any. Had he really been that out of it not to have even noticed her come in? Well, she didn't exactly come up and say 'hello' to them either way, so he couldn't be faulted for that, for her sneaking by. He wondered if she had avoided him because he didn't notice her. If that was the case, then he was at fault and he felt bad. It was also possible she hadn't even noticed him at all. After all, it wasn't like he told her where he was going. There'd be time for greeting later in either case. "I'm sorry, I'm doing it again, aren't I?" He extended a hand to the lady, "I may as well introduce myself. My name is Tiketh, and my friend here is Keaton."
     
  4. Nasira Shahr

    Nasira Shahr Desert Storm
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    Against her better judgement, she took a scanning look around the room realizing how the Harp was filling up – suppose that was a good thing considering Dante must have done something right- Sira blushed deeply at nearly toppling the man right over. Sometimes she was just like a speeding wagon, hell bent to take any out with her without truly realizing it either. Although she was a little caught off guard as he return the question back at her and apologized just as swift. Blinking quickly in response, hands retracted from the man only to tussle through the crown of red. Flushing and fluffing the bangs nervously, “I’m perfectly fine. You’re not at fault. I’m just having a moment or four.” Laughing shyly in a vain attempt to lighting the situation, it appeared the man was concerned that had been too distracted.

    Shrugging softly letting hands move from her crown to her neck in an idle rub, the gerudo barely glanced to notice another with the first hylian. Mostly due to her being concerned that she might have knocked his brain around. At least until he made an outright point to mention the secondary body, in which she glanced towards the other. The one that said nothing and therefore was only given a half ass nod and her attention returned to the talkative hylian. “It is quite the place, you’ll never seen another like it.” Swallowing hard in hopes that they could move pass the unintentional run in, Sira paused at his mention of him being a musician.

    She would have said something but it was not hard to note his attention moved away to look towards the distance. Following the line of sight, she would blanch slightly, and press her hand back to her cheek. It was apparent he was noting the bar where Ash and Dante were. Yeah, she would like to avoid that for a bit. “A little,” Offering a soft smile in hopes to reassure him, quickly he introduced himself and the silent one causing her to glance at the hand. Pausing momentarily before extending her hand into his one, Sira warmed up considerably. “Venus.” Considering that was how Dante introduced her she figured it might be an idea to keep the dancer title for the evening. “You said you’re an musician, are you hear to preform and try to win the Harp pin?” She had to ask considering now it was on her mind and naturally she enjoyed meeting musicians.
     
  5. That very same temper flared up again as Dante so condescendingly told Zimo that it had its place and time, and it wasn’t wise to rely on it heavily. Well, no shit! But snapping would just have them go around in circles and thus nowhere at all—the zoran woman needed to stop being such an incessant grump, perhaps.

    She play-sipped at her topped glass, thankful to be relieved from actually partaking. She had a personal rule to never have more than a single glass, for maintaining sharp mental acuity was a point of pride for the inquisitor. Well, that and a body attuned for living in an aquatic environment wasn’t the most efficient at processing alcohol, either.

    “Reviving the Evil King,” Zimo repeated, a touch of a frown on her lips. She had difficulty saying the name Ganondorf even flippantly, as if his ghost might hear her. “Sounds a bit far-reaching, even for a wizzrobe and master of the dark arts. And wouldn’t they need his corpse for that?” As far as the inquisitor was aware, none of the bodies of the Triforce-bearers had ever been recovered from the desert since they vanished fifty years ago. “But the Ruins, you say… that would be the best place for him to hide in relative safety, I guess.” The disappointment was clear in her voice—even being a quarter zola wouldn’t make it easy for her to simply waltz into the Harkinian Ruins. Stealth would be the safest approach, but being discovered and outed as a member of the Order could be interpreted as a declaration of war. And simply walking in would be borderline suicidal. The raiders were ‘unaffiliated’ with Castle Dragmire as a political entity, which was a bullshit way of saying that Zimo could be torn apart by monsters without the peace being officially violated. It was a precarious situation…

    “Guess that’s really it, huh?” Zimo asked, absent-mindedly swirling about the contents of her glass. She knew she shouldn’t expect Dante to have all the answers she sought, but it was still disappointing. It was still very little considering she had to put up with being chastised for her behaviour…

    Sighing, she answered his final question. “This is supposed to be a festival, right? Asherah’s the name I was born with. Zimo’s the one I took when I officially became an inquisitor. One’s better than the other for socializing.” If her behaviour hadn’t already made it glaringly clear, her intonation now indicated the ‘socializing’ wasn’t a keen hobby for the woman.
     
  6. Dante Stormward

    Dante Stormward Stay awhile, won't you?
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    Shoulders lifted and dropped, “Stupid people do even stupider things. I’d be obliged to agree that it shouldn’t be easy to just revive Ganondorf with just a young body. I know he was fiercely loyal to the long gone wicked king but perhaps that’s another reason why he is so desperately trying to revive him. Doesn’t matter how he does it, he just goes off on the already stretched out him his brain is already standing on.” Again, he gave another shrug deciding to listen to her a little more freely. As much as he would have liked to help, he just didn’t have everything she needed. Hearsay was still better than chasing after nothing whilst hoping to get lucky enough to find something. Personally, he felt Ridlef was just a manic that was scratching at any half assed attempt to bring back someone to follow meaning he really wasn’t sane enough to figure it actively out. But, sometimes that could be the worst thing. Dumbly grabbing at whatever until something clicked and it became a thousand times worse. There had been stranger things to happen in Hyrule history, if lore had anything to say about it. So maybe it wasn’t wise to count Ridlef’s fanatical dream out yet. Maybe he knew something that the rest of the world didn’t.

    Surprising a shiver from racking his spine, Dante chuckled a little watching her swirl her drink. “I mean the only thing I could offer you now is to keep an ear open. Maybe poke around, hell if someone knew-” Momentarily his eyes grew wide seemingly recalling something but found a hand promptly rubbing at his chin in firm thought. “Let me offer that then. You do your thing and in a sign of my better side and apologetic sort, I could possibly scrounge up something. I just need to see if she’s still around.” Not defining what he was thinking, Dante left it as that. He wouldn’t be prodded to relent whatever thoughts he had stumbled into but he was honest in his efforts. It appeared the woman before him had some bitter grudges to work out and perhaps a little bit of her own pride to repair with this entire mission. Maybe he felt a little bad about it but that also would not be defined.

    Thankfully it appeared Zimo had nothing more to say about it, at least for the second but replied to his secondary question. “Do you even know how to enjoy a festival?” Dante asked in a slight jest taking on the free-spirited role he enjoyed far more, “You don’t strike me as the sort that knows what a good time is unless it’s a fight either with words or fists.” He was guessing wholly but the way she spoke previously, he didn’t think he was far off the mark. “But what do I know,” Laughing openly at the idea, Dante leaned back to stand fully behind the bar.
     
  7. Tiketh

    Tiketh Just Me and My Darker Side
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    "I think you're right about that," Tiketh agreed, "I've never seen another place quite like this and would not be surprised if it were truly one of a kind. It looks unique enough in here that it's obvious a great deal of love was put into this place when it was built." Though, of that he wasn't at all surprised. Tiketh wasn't truly excellent at anything in particular and he hadn't really belonged anywhere in a long time, but if there was anything he understood, anything he was passionate about, it was his music. He wasn't a master, nor even just a famous musician, be he practiced often and liked to think he was better than he had heard.

    Embarrassed, he gave his head a quick shake. "Oh no," he answered, "No I couldn't. I mean I would be honored to play and I had thought about it briefly when we first stepped in, but would they really even want such an amateur here among them, playing for them? Most of my experience comes from playing for rowdy drunks in taverns as a way to earn my keep and help them remain calm. Music you see... has a way of soothing one's soul. Far less likely to break into a murderous brawl when I have my music playing to keep them happy and cool." A grin on his face, he patted a hand to the bag at his side where his fiddle lay hidden.

    "Still,"
    he said, "It's tempting and I haven't been able to really get a chance to play in a long time. The past couple weeks were very busy for me in... well in ways I would have rather avoided." He sighed, shoulders slumping. Again, all he was thinking of was how he so wanted to just forget everything and enjoy his time here, but again it was all he could think of. Take was impossible to put out of his mind and now it was just making him so horribly grumpy. Maybe it was the best idea to take this woman up on her suggestion to play here.

    "In any case,"
    he added, trying to cheer himself up again, "It's very nice to meet you, Venus was it? Though I just got here, I think I'm going to have a fantastic time at the festival." He flashed a smile at Keaton, "I bet there's so much more to see here, yeah?" Surely there were games or other entertainment around that they could go and see later.
     
  8. Well, this place was nice. Keaton admired the scenery for a moment, taking it all in. It's been a long time since he's been able to have so many luxuries, but Keaton wondered when that would change. Opportunities like this don't exactly last, you know? He decided to take one day at a time, and he'd probably get moving once this whole "dark spirit" mumbo jumbo was over with, if it ever ends, anyway. He decided to admire more of the scenery...

    ...for a grand total of two seconds, before he was nearly stampeded by the sudden crowd that had entered. He must have been too small for anyone to actually notice he was there, which was understandable. Compared to everyone else he was probably an ant. Still, they could have kept an eye out. He quickly snapped back to reality, trying to figure out where Ben had gone. He found him talking to...this person? They had introduced themselves as Venus. He offered a small wave, not wanting to be rude, or anything.

    Could they even afford to stay here? If not, Keaton could probably find some place to rest, that trip had taken a lot out of him. Also Zimo kept drinking most of the water, so he'd have to fill up the canteen soon. His mind began to wander again...
     
  9. Perhaps Dante was right about Ridlef’s motivations, as crazy as the idea seemed. But then, Ridlef wasn’t exactly a sane man by Zimo’s judgement. He might actually believe that he could revive the Evil King, and even if it was a false belief—Zimo had her doubts such a thing would even be possible—a man who believed he could accomplish such a lofty goal would certainly be capable of great evil even beyond kidnapping travellers and children. The boy, Frederick, had been possessed by some sort of demon regardless. That was enough to ring the alarm bells.

    “Alright then, I would appreciate poking around,” Zimo admitted, following a slow exhale through her nose. Now that she’d calmed down somewhat she was beginning to regret having treated him so badly at first meeting. It wasn’t because if his sheikahn heritage though, as he had earlier suggested. Even so, the inquisitor would have to work on being less of an asshole around wizzrobes. “Who’s ‘she’?” She followed up with, a touch curious. He couldn’t mean Venus, could he? The tipsy gerudo didn’t seem like the best informant, though perhaps that had just been because of her current state.

    “Rauran festivals are more my speed,” she said, nodding completely seriously. Carollers in the streets, decorations put up in the marketplace, the chapel lit up with magical lights. Kasutans might call it boring and vanilla, but Zimo would call their style of celebrating debaucherous and frivolous. “I’m a simple woman, I guess. Cheery and peaceful.” Cheery and peaceful were not words which described her though—and the irony of the statement wasn’t lost on her. “Yeah, you probably wouldn’t guess it of me, would ya? I’m always up for a good fight, true, but the peaceful times are what all the fighting is for, I guess.” Did that even make sense? To hell with it. It made enough sense to her.

    “Say, this is supposed to be an open stage, right?” She suddenly asked, daring to take another sip of her drink. The important talk was over, she supposed. Dante had told what he rumours he knew, and agreed to poke around after all. Zimo could afford to live a little. “When’re people gonna get up there and sing? Or dance or whatever?”
     
  10. Nasira Shahr

    Nasira Shahr Desert Storm
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    Yes that would please someone's ego to know that even just one person loved the Harp, or at least the level of detail that went into it. Thankfully he was still distracted by the zora so she wouldn't have to hear him gush about it. She was far more interested in hearing about Tiketh and his music, even though the man seemed incredibly hesitant about it. "Oh come now," Sira smiled giving him a coy look, "I do believe you may be trying to pull my leg. I have yet to meet an amateur that carries around his instrument. And as you speak about taming ones soul in rowdy bars, then only imagine what you could do with a real captive audience. I dare say people would be melting in your music." As he patted his bag for good reassurance, Sira noticed the wave his little hylian friend gave. Either she hadn't been paying attention or he was slow to react.

    "I know I literally just bumped into you Tiketh, but you should play. I mean honestly I haven't seen anyone else besides the hired band get up on stage. And the harps are supposed to be a coveted piece for any musician. Imagine if you won, then you'd be the talk in the musical community. A celebrity amongst the men." She was probably laying it on thickly but it seemed fitting. To be honest with herself, she wanted to see someone just get up there and show them how it was done. Hell had this been an event of dancing, she'd be up there! Owning it all like it was no one's business.

    Nonetheless he didn't seem too intrigued as of yet but turned back to look at her. "Yes my dear voe's, it is Venus. There is suppose to be a lottery booth and a fortune teller. Actually I was going to head towards the fortune teller myself, I mean I love the Harp but it is getting a little congested in here." Fanning herself Sira chuckled, "Not to mention the heat in here, too many bodies. I might have to tag along with your Tiketh until I can convince you to play, even one song. I admit I am a sucker for music myself."

    What else was she going to do besides invite herself along!

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    Giving her a nonchalant shrug as if it really was no problem for him to scrounge around a bit, her interest at the question of she drew a sneaky smile to his lips. "I'd love to tell you but I'd surely have to spend the next hour talking about her less she catch wind and believe I didn't do my best to sell her reputation. At least not like the old days where the roar of the crowd was all she needed." Dante shook his head clearly not giving up any information for the zora. This was something he would respect and unless he was told otherwise by the one in question, he wouldn't say her name. Although there was a deep part of him that figured surely she would like her name to be fresh on someone's lips. After all, a dark nut did earn some reputation.

    His gaze moved out again sizing up the harp for the umpteenth time, scanning to make nothing was out of order; the shiekah gave a soft chuckle at her mention of Rauran festivals. "Can't say I've ever been to one. But, there isn't anything wrong with simple. Although I do have to say a good Kasuto Hallow Eve is always fun. A good way to jump start the heart if you're feeling dead." That was easily one of his preferred time of years. He could walk freely in whatever he wished and no one was the wiser, not to mention how many more monsters he seen that were able to blend in a little more freely. If they were clever enough too, that is.

    Even as Zimo spoke his line of sight returned to her and narrowed quite sarcastically. Holding his tongue deciding that while she was in a better mood seemingly, it was wise for him not to be a brat. Even if the idea was bubbling forth, rather he directed his focus on her secondary and third comments. "It is but people tend to turn chicken when the opportunity presents itself. Either someone will drink enough to get up or they will bite their fear and do it. Either way, the house band works, unless," Dante grinned at her, "You wish to show them how to dance or sing?" Personally he was half expecting her to reach out and cuff him upside the head, probably why he kept the distance between them just right. So he could avoid such things.
     
  11. Tiketh

    Tiketh Just Me and My Darker Side
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    Blushing like a little lovestruck schoolgirl, Tiketh shook his head hastily, wanting to deny any claim that he could charm any sorts of sophisticated people here that would be far more superior than the lowlife drunks that hung out in taverns night after night. It wasn't anything to do with modesty. He just felt like he wasn't quite ready for this kind of thing yet. One could call it cold feet, him lacking the courage to play for people who would really appreciate the music for its rhythm and melody and not for the simple fact that it was something to listen to.

    "If you really think I should play, then I suppose I can be persuaded."
    Sheepishly, he smiled, "But I'd like some time to prepare first. I haven't played in some time and I don't know that I could get into the mood just on a sudden whim. This room and this festival are enough to give me the inspiration, but I'd like to be sure my fiddle is properly tuned and I'm in just the right mindset, you see." Tapping fingers to his chin, he debated that in his head. Mostly what he needed was a good long while to stretch out and relax and truly put out of his mind once and for all his adventures through the desert prison and the manor with its ghostly inhabitant. With those still fresh in his mind, nothing good to replace them nor push them down farther, he worried he'd not be able to concentrate on any beautiful tunes.

    "I wouldn't mind seeing the rest of the festival first actually,"
    he admitted, liking that the lady brought up talk about a lottery and fortune teller, "We only just arrived a few moments ago and this is the first place I led to. It seemed the most public, truly happening place at the time. I have yet to see anything else. I'd be honored if you would show me around the place. I'm really looking forward to having a good time here, something to get me...well... in the groove as it were to possibly play some music later." Unable to forget about his friend, he drew his eyes across Keaton, "I hope I haven't been neglecting you. Of course you're more than welcome to come along, unless you'd rather rest here and put your feet up for a while."
     
  12. Zimo’s curiosity was peaked at the mention of this mysterious woman. Someone famous, or at least formerly famous from the sound of it. But fine, if Dante wanted to keep it to himself, then he could. Wizzrobes were always so… cryptic at the best of times. That went for magic users in general, at least in Zimo’s experience. The spellcasting sort, that is—Zimo was a magic-user in the loosest sense of the word, having honed only those powers which helped her in tracking down rogue mages. The inquisitor loved magic the way an assassin loves a poison: sometimes it was needed for the sake of completing a task, but she would never drink it up.

    “Hallow’s Eve, huh?” She repeated. She wasn’t overly fond of the holiday, but at the very least people seemed less perturbed by her scars on that day. Perhaps strangers thought it was theatrical makeup—if only that were so. “I might have to try making it to Kasuto for it this year then.” She was mostly just trying to make talk, but Kasuto wasn’t as bad a place as some Raurans believed. Messy, even chaotic at the worst of times, but most of them weren’t bad people.

    It was then that Dante issued his challenge. Oh, yes, Zimo could definitely make out his words for what they were. Go up there and sing, I dare you—he may as well have blurted out the words. Was it revenge for her earlier remarks toward him, or just playful banter? Zimo didn’t have enough alcohol in her system to that she wasn’t in full control of her impulses, but she felt loose enough to actually want to prove herself to this bugger. Bolstered pride, perhaps. And he was just out of reach of her arm’s length to bop him in the shoulder…

    “You’re trying to goad me into it,” Zimo acknowledged, chuckling as she shook her head in amusement. “Joke’s on you though, Stormward. I was in choir until I was seventeen. I can sing half-decent, even!” Yes, choir. After all, what daughter of a clergywoman wouldn’t have found herself in a choir at some point in her lifetime? That didn’t mean she was talented, by any means, but half of singing was just projecting your voice with confidence. Goddesses, she was years out of practice—but she’d already gone and said her piece, and pride demanded satisfaction at this point. “Watch and weep, wittle Wizzie.” Nonetheless, she downed a rather long gulp of her drink before proceeding.

    Ignoring the other patrons of the venue, Zimo walked across the floor to the stage, giving a short wave to the house band which actually seemed pleased that someone was interrupting them to perform on the open stage. Stepping up onto the platform, Zimo spent a moment giving the house band instructions in hushed tones. A couple band members seemed uncertain, but then shrugged and gave her a nod.

    The zoran woman stepped up to face the audience, painfully aware of the eyes boring into her mutilated face. A few patrons visibly cringed at the sight of her, but she couldn’t be bothered by them. She saw Tiketh over yonder with Keaton and the gerudo she only knew as Venus. Sela, still attending to that kokiri. Even a goron sitting at a table and enjoying his drink. Would they laugh, or be disgusted, or hell, even impressed? Ah, what did it matter: just get on with it so it could be over already.

    And so the house band began a rigid marching tune, as the inquisitor fell into a slow, rhythmic hymn ((To the tune of God Save the Queen)):

    “Golden Goddesses, three,
    We pledge service to thee,
    For Hyrule’s sake.
    Grant us thy Wisdom and
    Power and bold Courage,
    Ne’er to ever waver in,
    Our loyalty.”


    This went on for a few minutes, Zimo completing two more stanzas, all the while standing straight as a board with arms at attention by her side, ribbon-like finds drooping past her hands. She projected her voice quite well, but seemed to stare straight forward, ignoring the audience to the best of her ability. She had stumbled over a word in the second stanza, but recovered and resumed without a hiccup. Overall, her vocal performance was amateurish, but not terrible by any account.
     
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  13. Nasira Shahr

    Nasira Shahr Desert Storm
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    Tying her hands behind her back offering a vague almost mischievous smile while Tiketh attempted to back track away from the idea of performing in front of an audience of this mass. “Musician’s always so fickle but I do not tire so easily. Maybe I’d like a nice song to dance too, so naturally I will have to remind you a little until you either perform or ask me not too test your patience.” Whether she was truthful or not, Sira never said.

    Although it seemed Tiketh and his silent hylian little friend were interested in the rest of the festival. “It is a very happening place, maybe too much so.” It was getting crowded and that was more than enough sign for her to vacate for the time being. Plus there was more to see and the idea that there was a lottery tent was all too appealing. A little loot in her pocket would not be a bad thing considering half the traveling act had been left behind. And, she surely believed she’d be the one to suffer considering she wasn’t as good as racking in the coins like Rawiya was. Maybe she could hire herself out in a brawler type style. That could earn cash… or maybe the pit! Wait where was her thoughts going so wildly all the sudden.

    Oh yes, let’s go se-” She began only to pause and realize the grisly scarred zora get up on the stage to begin belting out an… anthem? That didn’t strike her as very festival like but suppose whatever fit her desire? “Yeah… yeah let’s go.” Each their own and at least Ash had enough nerve to get up there but it seemed very strange either way. Nothing that she personally would want to attempt to dance for, too formal really. Instead she took the moment to hook an arm around Tiketh’s and make a gentle beckon to the one that he had following around, “Alright Tiketh, let’s get you exposed to the rest of the festival hmm?

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    The shiekah wizzrobe gave her a wickedly impish smile as she noted how he was making a very obvious goad about her singing. Although really, he believed she wouldn’t, perceiving her to be far more stoic and reserved than to go suddenly ramping up to grab the audience’s attention. “Half decent will be told yet.” For someone who enjoyed music as much as himself and believed to have quite the educated ear for it, Dante couldn’t sing or play a damn note. It was a reason he was the owner and not a participate himself, believing that while he was incompetent himself, it left him with enough room to appreciate the arts for what they were. Not developing an artists ear and being overly critical. He’d met his fair share of musicians that bad mouthed others and didn’t know when they were actually the ones that were god awful. Those were the sorts that he believed deserved to hold a whistle jar instead of an actual instrument.

    His gaze widened comically as she told him to watch and weep, taking a finishing swing as if to rub it in his face a little further. “O-oh uh shit…” Combing back the loose tresses of white, the man chuckled poignantly to himself. Maybe he would eat his words but he wasn’t going to stop her either! Now he had to see what sort of singing she had in mind.

    As the crowd noticed her attending to the open mic letting the hush fall through, he damn near injured himself with a hard snerk as she fell into a hymn. Not what he was expecting but not entirely surprised either, it was impressively formal and well as a being who was part of the Order he really should have suspected that was all she knew. Or could sing rather. Zimo did say that she was in choir, really the pieces all lined up properly.

    Even if it was difficult for him not to injure himself with stopping himself from busting a gut, Dante threw up in defeat as the inquisitor gave her belting tunes. It wasn’t bad at all, but it wasn’t what the harp was accustomed too either. Either way he had his defeat and he made a bow at her performance in pure admission of his fall. Sometimes he really ought to know better than to jab at a prideful woman. At least she didn’t punch him.
     
  14. Nico Rozen

    Nico Rozen Slice & Dice
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    The girl had introduced herself as "Sela Ainsley." That was a nice name. Nico thought it might be prudent to respond with his own name, but apparently Ari beat him to it this time. "I'm Ari! This is my partner, Nico Rozen! Very nice to meet you, Sela!" Impatient and always wanting to get the first word, wasn't she? Oh well. Nothing to be done about that.

    Nico had recalled her offer to come find her after everything ended if he still needed healing, and he nodded. "Will do. If anything happens, I'll come to you. Take care of yourself, Sela." And then she was gone. He stared down at his arm and felt the wound healing over time. "I guess I really overdid it again, didn't I?"

    Ari turned back to him and chimed, "Well, so long as you take some time to rest and not do anything overly strenuous, things might work out. I'd give it a few days before you go back out and do anything involving fighting again."

    "You're probably right." So...nothing strenuous. That was easier said than done. Everything was struggle, for the most part. There needed to be some kind of plan to go off of for the next couple days. Stuff that's easy to accomplish without having to exert...though he could still use his right arm if he needed to fight. He only had one blade, after all.

    Ari could tell that he was thinking. "Well? Any ideas?"

    "Kind of," Nico responded. "Once the festival ends, we go and interrogate Ronan, find out what he's been doing."

    "Simple enough."

    "Then we hitch a ride over to Death Mountain to try and get another blade." There was a good reason for that. A Goron named Drakara lived and set up shop at Talus Caves, and his handiwork had never steered Nico wrong before. There was some degree of trust there, but absolute trust? That would have to be proven over time.

    "You could just get new weapons altogether, y'know."

    "Do you have any ideas?"

    "Well, we can see what's there or what the smith recommends."

    "Alright. Then we can do our business from there."

    "But where are we going to sleep tonight? Inn's probably packed."

    That threw Nico off for a bit. The inn would be the most preferable place to stay, and he doubted Thane would probably let them lodge for the night. Even though they hadn't yet been paid or rewarded for the job, staying with him was probably stepping over the line. There was one other option...but Nico wasn't going to like it. "There's one idea. You'll like it...I won't."

    Ari immediately understood. "You're suggesting we stay with Euwynn."

    With a sigh, Nico added, "Yeah."

    "Then let's go! It'll be good to see her!"

    "Not that I particularly want to..."

    "C'mon, let's just do it! She's family." Family. You could hardly call refer to the bond they shared as "familial." There was trust there. There was also high amounts of tension there, none of which Nico wanted to acknowledge. Going there would ease his conscience, sure, but interacting with this woman was going to probably damage their relationship. And yet...there was no other option. With one place overbooked and the other place considered a tad rude, this was the only thing he could do. Besides, it was free, anyway.

    "...fine," he grumbled. And with that, they left. The rest he needed would probably help out, anyway. One night. One night was all he needed, and then it would be done.
     
  15. Tiketh

    Tiketh Just Me and My Darker Side
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    Tiketh was so caught up in his thoughts about music that he almost completely missed something... beautiful. Up on stage, his delightful Zora friend had gone out among the people to perform for them. He wanted to say he had no idea that she could sing so well, but then again it wasn't like he knew her well enough at all to know what she was or wasn't good at. He himself was easily won over with the sweet melody of a beautiful song. Being a musician, his heart was so quickly grabbed by such a lovely tune and he wanted nothing more than to sit and listen to its entirety, but he had a prior engagement planned.

    "I-I'm sorry,"
    he said suddenly, "Please forgive me. I think I may have been daydreaming for a moment there. It happens to me a lot, I'm afraid." It really didn't, but making an excuse like that seemed like something he was going to need to do just in case something like this were to happen again. Making an excuse once meant any future incidents might be more easily forgiven, right? It sort of made sense to him, so why not give it a shot.

    "Now say, where are you going to take me first? I think i saw signs for a fortune teller here at the festival."
    He had never gotten his fortune told before. Being so uninterested and unbelieving in ghosts for so long, he was also not too invested in the occult and the mystical world of psychics being able to tell your fortune and tell you your future. He really kind of didn't want to know his future, but maybe it was just for show. For fun. Stepping back out the door, he headed straight for such a place, a little bit on anxiety in him then, worry and wondering if he might get a bad fortune.
     
  16. Danali Zahar

    Danali Zahar She Who Knows a Few Things
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    "Get your big ugly snout away from me." Danali said with a scowl as she side stepped her bulbo, who was trying to snatch away what she had in her hands. A warm, sickeningly sticky confection made of pure sugar. "This bit is mine. I'll find something for you soon." The hog didnt seem to like that reply, and tried even harder to lip up the Gerudo's treat, in turn causing Danali to scowl harder and shove at his head. All in all making quite the ruckus and turning more than a few heads. Not that either of the pair seemed to notice.

    Eventually the fully grown bulbo and his massive girth won out and wrestled the candy out of Danali's hand. Growling, Danali stomped a couple feet away. "You gluttonous . . . pig! You better be good and satisfied after I find you some slop, because by the Goddesses, after today you arent getting any for a week!" Stames simply snorted as he chomped on the sweet snack, practically ignoring her threats. Not surprising really, since he knew she was all talk when it came to such threats.

    Huffing heavily, Danali whirled away from the bulbo and scanned the area for an establishment that looked like it might be good for some scraps or slightly rotting food. The nearest place was a bar of some sort - that would have to do. If anything she could ask someone inside where the nearest compost pile was.

    Upon entering the joint Danali took a split moment to admire the interior. Kind of snazzy, she had to say. They even had live entertainment! A Zora gal was up on stage belting out a . . . an interesting tune, if nothing else. Danali couldnt help but stop and listen, her lips quivering as she continued to listen to the stiff ode. She propped an elbow in her hand so she could cover her mouth with the free one to hide her grin. When the Zora was finished she promptly threw her hands up for a clap and a whistle. "Yeah! Get it girl!" She hollered with a laugh before continuing on to find some to bother.

    She spotted someone behind the bar, a good enough looking man with white hair that caught her eye. Danali eyed it for a moment as she approached before looking to the man's face. "'Scuse me." She said to the long eared male, propping herself up against the counter with crossed arms. "Can you tell me where a girl has to go to get a nice bucket of slop?"
     
  17. Diego Wycliffe

    Diego Wycliffe Sing To Me The Song Of Your People
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    If there was a basic gist to be gathered for why Diego was here, it was this: He was told there was a festival here and was convinced to go. By his own mother, no less. He wasn't alone in this venture, as she decided to come with him. Hell, it was her idea to go, and she wanted to drag her own son along for the fun. He could have objected, but Deidra had returned from her travels and Daegan was done with ingredient hunting for awhile. They could take over the job of leading the cafe along into further success while Diego and Irene were out. The two traveled for a day or two and kept it slow while Diego took in all the sights around him. He was in awe, for the most part. East Hyrule was mostly hills and grasslands. He had never seen mountains or highlands before, and the sights surprised him into silence for most of the way.

    And now back to the present. Irene was practically turning him loose at this point. "Alright, and this is where I let you loose."

    "Let me loose?" Diego raised an eyebrow. "And where are you going?"

    "Well, I came her for business," she claimed. With a shifty smile she added, "You, on the other hand, can go enjoy yourself all you want."

    "You're serious?" This was a new one. She had dragged him all the way here just to dump him in the middle of unfamiliar territory...well, at least she wasn't abandoning here. "You're not going to jump in on the festivities?"

    "I already am. Did I not explain my job to you?"

    "...I guess you did." Something about helping out at one of the festival stalls to make food, or something similar. He actually wasn't sure.

    "There you have it! Besides, you have your guitar. Go out and play some music, it'll be fun!"

    That got him to smile. True, as long as he had his guitar, he could accomplish pretty much anything. "Heh heh, alright. I'll meet up with you later." And with that, the two parted ways with Diego heading off to the festival. Walking around, he found things to be open in a sense, yet a bit more restrained than a Kasuto festival. Those were just drunken revelries that even got the town guard involved in the fun, thereby endangering the lives of those who actually looked to them for safety. But from what he remembered, Hera Outpost was a military town, probably with some of the strongest guards he would ever see. Even if someone were to get rowdy here and cause trouble, the chance of instant quelling was high...so he believed.

    Those thoughts aside, he found what was probably the main attraction of the festival: Farore's Harp. From the sound of things, this was a music hall that served drinks. Diego was vaguely reminded of the Song Raven Cafe and how the layout was set up. Farore's Harp definitely held similar vibes, but more importantly, it had a large stage! It was much larger than what they currently had at the Song Raven Cafe. Perhaps this would be a good time to note the design, in case they needed to do renovations later on. But for now, he was enticed by the musicians playing on the stage right now. Was anyone allowed to just go up on stage and perform? He had his guitar with him, but...did he want to intrude on those currently playing? For now, he would just sit back and watch for a bit. If he were going to go up on stage, maybe that insinuated he had to sing, too. The best thing to do in observation would be to figure out what he wanted to perform.
     
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  18. Gods and goddesses be thanked that was over! The zoran inquisitor could feel her face burning up as she murmured thanks to the house band and stepped off the stage. Not everyone had paid her a great deal of attention, filtering her into background noise as soon as the initial shock of the scar-faced amphibious woman singing a chapel hymn had lost its appeal to curiosity. A few others actually had listened the whole way through, Tiketh included. He had seemed rather… entranced, for lack of a better word. Perhaps Zimo was just overanalyzing, but she wouldn’t have pegged the man to enjoy a hymn so thoroughly. It was pleasing in any case, and she was glad her friend had stayed to hear her to the end before heading off with Venus to who-knows-where. Whether Keaton was staying or going with them, she couldn’t quite tell. Regardless, she would have to hunt down Tiketh later to help him with finding that exorcist.

    Returning to the bar, Zimo picked up what remained of her drink and downed it in one fell swoop. Maybe a little buzz would get her mind off what she’d just done—there was no way Bjornar or anyone else could say she wasn’t getting the full festival treatment now, though. “I don’t back down from challenges,” she grunted at the wizzrobe, with all the proof she needed.

    As she put the empty glass back down she suddenly realised the presence of the red-haired woman right next to her. She blinked hard, wondering how Venus had come back when she’d definitely seen her leave with Tiketh. But no, on a second take this was another woman—the one who’d been whistling and cheering Zimo on at the end of her hymn. Was it genuine or sarcastic? She’d give the woman the benefit of the doubt, lest she end up starting a brawl in the middle of the venue.

    “You wearing some kind of desert musk?” She asked Dante, looking more serious than she necessarily intended. “They’re multiplying, I swear.” The inquisitor met the other woman’s eyes with her own—she was muscular, tall, exactly what the epitome of ‘gerudo’ were supposed to be, by her judgement. “You said something about… slop? Gods, I’m interrupting something!” She gave Dante the most incredulous of looks, arms rising in an equally peculiar expression. “I was gone for all of five minutes! How, even?”
     
  19. Dante Stormward

    Dante Stormward Stay awhile, won't you?
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    By how the crowd reacted, he'd have to say the Inquisitor did very well. Far better than he originally thought considering he was being satirical. While he wasn't going to say it to the woman's face, it might have been the leverage needed to get others up onto the stage. To be perfectly and silently frank with himself, he'd like to see someone win the Harp pin tonight. Only because it had some unusual properties that someone would have to figure out later. A little secret that surely would only bask the Harp in a intriguing light.

    Whilst Zimo was finishing up her ballad of a choir hymn, Dante took the time to give the bar a wipe down. Having not realize Emery had come up some time ago tossing a platter of empty drinks to be dealt with, the other temperamental zora didn't stay long enough to tell him about it. Probably trying to find her words about telling him to do it without trying to seem like she was speaking over him. Not that he cared.

    Running the cloth over, ears and eyes alike flipped up to catching the sight of a new visitor to the bar side. Another gerudo that was neither Rawiya or Nasira. He couldn't actually recall seeing another gerudo out this far in years but the more the merrier. Taking the cloth he had been using with a toss under the counter, Dante gave her a welcoming nod. His lips parted and clamped shut again hearing her request obviously taking a double look to debate what she had asked him. "Slop?" There was mite bit of concern expressing itself but not too long before Zimo came back to the bar and drowned her drink. "I've been effectively served my dose of reality. Remind me not to challenge you again, Ash." Replying sincerely the wizzrobe laughed before he could even reengaged the gerudo properly.

    At least Ash seemed to take hold of the situation accusing him of something he had no part of. "It is a bar and music hall during the festival, it tends to have traffic and I am not the culprit of anything. Don't get any lewd thoughts into your head. Accusing me of being downright terrible seems to be your enjoyment." While the words were stated they were given in a lighter tone stating he wasn't offended this time. "Don't mind her, she's just on a musical rush. You said slop, it might be a little strange to ask but for.... what? It's not something usually one asks for."
     
  20. Danali Zahar

    Danali Zahar She Who Knows a Few Things
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    As the bartender seemed to be dumbfounded by her question, and they were joined by the hymnal singing Zora, Danali only grinned. Let them wonder as they talked between themselves. Apparently she had been the one to interrupt something, if what the Zora said was anything to go on. Not that she really cared. She had a hungry pig to feed!

    But then, maybe she could just have some fun for a moment. When the white haired fello asked what she wanted slop for she shrugged and tried to look as serious as possible. "I'm hungry." She said. Her seriousness lasted all of a few moments before her lips cracked into a grin again. "Just kidding. I have a bulbo outside, and he's pretty hun-" She was interrupted by a shriek coming from near the door accompanied by the sound of a loud squeal. Her eyes widened as Danali whirled around with such force that her hair whipped up and over the counter.

    "Dammit Stames!"
    She shouted indignantly before stomping over to the door where her aforementioned bulbo was trying to squeeze through. "I told you I would be right back! No piggies allowed!" She shoved at his big, sniffing nose but barely managed to budge the creature. Begging it would have to be then. "I promise I will bring you the biggest, sloppiest bucket of slop I can find if you just wait outside for a few more minutes. Now get. Out!" She punctuated the last few words with two more hard shoves that finally managed to dislodge the hog. She heard his displeased snorts on the other side of the door, but at least they sounded like they were getting further away.

    Letting out a breath of relief, Danali patted her hair - which had become quite disheveled in the encounter - back into place. "Sorry about that." She said when she returned to the bar. "He gets lonely. What was I saying?"
     

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