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

  1. Diego Wycliffe

    Diego Wycliffe Sing To Me The Song Of Your People!
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    (Stupid long post incoming. Sorry in advance!)

    Some of the crowd hadn't been paying the current singer any mind, but those that did seemed to enjoy her. Apparently she was somewhat out of tune, apparently not used to doing this, singing some kind of...anthem? Hymn? Something that was sung in a church? Eulogy, even? Whatever it was, it wasn't bad, but it needed work. Then Diego got a good look at the singer, having to squint thanks to standing near the entrance of the music hall. It was a woman singer, a Zora with some scars and a fighter's build. Then it hit him. "Wait...Asherah?" He definitely recognized her now. And now he felt bad for judging her based on her shoddy singing abilities...well, shoddy in his opinion, anyway. The Order of Rauru probably thought she did fine. The bartender was commending her for a job well done, seemingly sarcastically, but a job well done nonetheless. He wanted to call out to her, but she seemed busy. Best not to interrupt this moment.

    A woman standing to his left suddenly shrieked, causing him to freak out and jump. "Whoa, what?!" Seconds later, a squeal emanated from the doorway. Diego leaned forward to find that an animal was stuck in the doorway. Some kind of...hog? "Oh, it's a Bullbo," he muttered, heaving a sigh of relief and laughing softly. These things made for good eating sometimes, depending on if the staff was able to wrangle one up to the Song Raven Cafe. This one seemed to want to be served up to someone for some good eating...at least that was his thought until an eccentric, wild-tempered Gerudo walked over to the door. Was the hog hers? She was screaming at it, telling it to calm its tits and go back outside for the time being. He smiled at the situation. Were this any other time, this might have been considered animal abuse. For now, however, he couldn't judge. Some people would raise pets in their own ways. Nothing to be done about that.

    Both happenings just now gave him an idea of what he wanted to perform. He had an idea to play his guitar and sing along, but there was something better. Something less upbeat and more somber, a way to reflect the stillness typically found at night outside the town. His thoughts went out to the landscapes he passed on his way here, and how the moon was so clear at night outside Kasuto and Hera. Pulling from that, he remembered a song his sister loved to perform and sing along to, with the piano accompaniment to go along with it. She claimed she wrote it in recollection of all the lives lost and impacted during the Thirty Years War, based on the accounts she heard from people. Could he play and sing the entire song from memory? Would it even have the same impact that it would if she were singing it? Well, he was going to try. No point in just standing in the background doing nothing, anyway. In the immortal words of a frequent Song Raven patron, 'just do it.'

    "Just do it," he echoed, brimming with minor confidence. With that, he made his way past Asherah, the bartender, the Gerudo, a Goron, and a few other characters. Guitar was slung around his back as if he was going to play it, but he wasn't. The impact of the melody would be better served with just the piano and the sound of his voice. The house band, who had started playing something again, stopped when they saw him approach. A quick exchange later, and they were helping him move the piano in the room to center stage. placed it so that it was facing the wall on the left, tilted at a slight angle so the crowd could see his face and his hands as they played the piano. His guitar sat to the left side of the piano, facing the crowd.

    He briefly looked out at the crowd, most of whom had gone silent and were expecting something of him. Could he do it? Appease a large crowd of strangers like this? Well, worse things had happened before. He waved his finger to cast a small amount of wind magic in the room. It wasn't anything major or anything that anyone could visibly feel, but it would help the sound carry throughout the room. Then with a tip of his hat and a smile toward the crowd, he turned toward the piano, fingers set on the keys, and began to play. By modern conventions, the song was keyed in C# major and played at 108 beats per minute.

    His fingers pressed down on the ebony and ivory keys and produced a somber melody, carried throughout the room by his spell. Lively notes gave way to subdued notes as he began to sing.

    "Burn...
    I'm burning in my skin...
    Can't get them out of my head,

    Oh, words...
    Those words you said to me, yeah...
    Stop my heart, barely beating."


    His piano playing picked up a little bit more with the next part.

    "And now I'm stuck on repeat,
    I can't sleep through this madness...
    It's madness...

    Tame the fire to suffer to live in the ashes,
    in the ashes..."


    His voice carried surprisingly well in this place, even with the spell he was using. The shift back to subdued came suddenly, but complemented the song well.

    "That's what happens,
    when you let oil play with matches, yeah...

    That's what happens...oh-ooh...

    That's what happens,
    when you let oil play with matches, oh-ooh...

    That's what happens, happens, happens..."


    His piano playing picked up, and his voice rose another octave. He was really getting passionate about this song now.

    "Water!
    I need this like water...

    ...hurt, surround ourselves in self-destruction!

    Self-worth...
    Need someone to come reconstruct it.

    You know it, you got it bad...
    And I got it, I got it bad!
    We got it bad!"


    Now the piano was getting livelier. His voice and the notes of the keys melded together in perfect harmony. Even his eyes closed as he got really into the melody.

    "And now we're back to that,
    feeling we never had,
    just pretend...

    Catalyze my catatonic mind,
    give it liiiiiiiiife!

    Until it burns too bright...
    It burns too bright,
    consuming what little's left inside!

    Under cover of night,
    put the past out of sight,
    we both knew it wasn't riiiiiight!"


    His voice gave out to passionate piano playing. Those that could have seen his hands before now could no longer see his fingers, as he was playing so quickly and so gracefully that it was hard to tell where his fingers were. Now the melody grew more somber and quiet as he looped back to the chorus, and his voice dropped another octave.

    "That's what happens...
    When you let oil play with matches...
    Oh yeah...

    That's what happens..."


    His playing picked back up, and his voice picked back up an octave. One final push to deliver the rest of this chorus.

    "Ooooooooh-ooh!!

    That's what happens...
    When you let oil play with matches...
    Oooh-ooh-oh!

    And that's what happens, happens, happens,
    when you let oil play with matches,
    you get burned!"


    His playing dropped once again, and was now playing single notes for the outro. However, his voice hadn't dropped an octave, but was definitely quieter now.

    "And we must want to be hurt..."

    Quieter now.

    "And we must want to be burned..."

    Slightly quieter now.

    "We must want to be burned...
    Burned...
    Burned...
    We must want to be..."


    And with that, he stopped playing. The notes of the song and his voice echoed out as the magic faded out. He leaned back in the seat he used and opened his eyes toward the ceiling, slightly panting but sporting a wide grin on his face. That was...exhilarating. He hadn't done something like that in a long time, and in front of such a large audience, too. This was sincerely the most fun he had in a very long time. But did the audience love it? He would have to wait and see what their reactions were.
     
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  2. Dante Stormward

    Dante Stormward Stay awhile, won't you?
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    The gerudo put on a straight face in an attempt to sound as if she was serious, Dante wasn't entirely convinced that she would be the sort to eat such... crap. Thankfully before he could rethink his thoughts she burst into a bout of laughter which soothed his mind. Although he wasn't given much time to respond with the loud squeal making its shrill announcement. Clamping hands over his ears just as a precaution, he really didn't think he'd see a bullbo trying to shove its massive body into his place of business.

    A moment of panic set in seeing the creature and the gerudo attempting to shove the damn beast out. 'I swear by the goddess praises, if that beast ruins my business, I'll take it out of its hide.' The violent thought was kept only to himself granted but this was his livelihood after all. Of course he'd make the beasts owner work off any damage. He was a gentle sort but not so much that he'd such a thing just go so freely. Exchanging a look with Zimo, she seemed momentarily stunned by the sight.

    In this moment he was a man of prayer. Pleading that his business wasn't destroy of the entrance way didn't cave in or something. The harp was something he spent a lot of rupees on and it showed. The last thing he wanted was this pig ruining it. Either way it seemed like she managed to get her pig under control to back out and her to return to the counter. He'd give her a decently serious look, debating saying something about her bullbo better not break anything or else she would be paying for it, but it seemed like a newbie got enough courage to get up on stage. Holding up a finger so he might turn to look at that who got up on the stage, it seemed decent. Although he wasn't sold on the song. It sounded less like something created by the hylian himself and more taken from another artist. But either way it was decent, it had potential but not enough in his mind quite yet.

    The crowd responded as well, moving and bouncing along from what he could see but again it wasn't enough to tell Dante that this could be the one that could win the pipes. He'd have to wait till later anyways to make a decision with Claire and Emery, since they had say as well.

    For now as the lad was playing, Dante returned his focus to the gerudo. Only pausing briefly to make sure Zimo hadn't fallen under the bar from her drink suddenly. "You were mentioning slop before your friend outside attempted to shove himself into my place of business." Dante smirked with a lighter hint in his voice, "You should check out the bunkhouse down the street. I don't have a kitchen for scraps or anything so here isn't the place you could get such a thing for your companion. They might have something but you could also be SOL too. Hera isn't exactly a metropolis of buildings. If anything you might be able to find a farm maybe close by that could have some. Or," Dante shrugged before pointing out the door, "Check with the food vendors out there. They would possibly have something."

    Again he gave a pause so he could check on the zora woman before raising a brow to the gerudo. "Can't say I've seen you around before, but it is always nice to see other gerudo's wandering around. Hope Hera has been treating you well."
     
  3. It was right on cue: the gerudo woman mentions a bulbo waiting outside and then very suddenly it tries to burst through the doors, thankfully too wide to actually get into the venue and cause real damage. Zimo might have spilled her drink on herself in surprise if she hadn’t already finished it—and she didn’t think that she was an easy person to surprise. The gerudo hurried up to calm her hungry… steed, and then returned to the bar as if nothing had happened, Zimo all the while gawking. Nope. Not her problem. If the Heran guard wanted to deal with the giant boar-mount, they could. Or Stormward could. This was not the inquisitor’s sort of business.

    “Slop slop, like actually slop,” she murmured almost incoherently, processing what had just occurred. Then she placed a napkin atop her glass just to make sure nobody would fill it up again when she wasn’t looking. She looked back at Dante. “The bunkhouse? Bjornar might have something, sure. Cold leftovers and such. Could check the stables too.” Maybe it was the scare of the bulbo, but the aquatic woman felt a little out of it. Was that surreal? It felt surreal. She hunted rogue mages for a living and found a giant pig trying to bust down a door surreal. Maybe it was the tipsiness. Bodies designed for aquatic living weren’t the most efficient at processing alcohol.

    Someone had evidently gone on stage following her, in any case, and she turned around in her stool to see… oh, Diego had made it to the festival. She hadn’t seem him in a while. He wasn’t playing his guitar though, which seemed odd considering he had it with him. He had a good voice for singing, but the lyrics left something to be desired. “Nobody wants to get burned,” she grumbled, turn in her stool again with the scowl clear on her face. She flicked the napkin off the top of her glass and reached for the bottle to fill it up. “Like he called me, I’m Ash,” she said the gerudo’s way. She hadn't introduced herself, after all. “Lemme guess, you’re Mercury!” A light chortle at her own terrible joke that the stranger wouldn’t get in any case.
     
  4. Dante Stormward

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    When it became blatantly apparent the gerudo was somewhere else in her mind, Dante had to wonder if she was perhaps a little unstable in the mind. She seemed wild and random, too random that not even he could hold a conversation with her. Either way he politely nodded his head towards her and shuffled a couple of feet down to hold more of his conversation abilities with others. She'd either get bored and leave or just vanish. In this line of business, it seemed very common.

    Either way the festival was coming in as he noticed the sounds of the commotion outside were less than they had been. Not a bad thing mind you as he turned his focus towards Zimo. He heard her comment on the song the cowboy hatted one sang and gave a bit of a lengthily appreciative nod. Focus would maybe suggest her distaste was to that of her scar. Perhaps it was from a fiery incident? Maybe he was guessing since it seemed to be very obvious right now. "It wasn't bad if you consider there are much worse songs out there. Have you ever tried to hear a moblin sing, now that is like scraping gravel and glass together." Whether or not he heard such a thing wouldn't be given. Instead he turned his focus outwards and hummed slightly.

    "Where do you plan to head after this Ash? Mostly for the sake if I gain the information you seek, I may need a place to find you to rely it. By message or person depending on your location after all." Figuring he better say something about this before he forgot, Dante shifted his weight to drape into his feet leaning more readily upon the bar and cradling a hand around his neck.
     
  5. Evidently her joke wasn’t very funny. Zimo supposed it made sense as ‘Mercury’ wouldn’t have known Venus had been there earlier. She probably wouldn’t have made such a lame joke in any case, if only she hadn’t had more to drink than her usual teetotaler’s courtesy sip. Zimo was a bit tipsy, and she knew it. She took another sip regardless.

    “Never stopped to have a chat with a moblin, much less to hear one sing,” Zimo admitted with a little shrug. “The ones I meet aren’t usually happy to see me, and they don’t exactly come by Rauru very often for vacationing.” The aquatic woman had encountered a few of the ‘blin-folk under peaceful circumstances when visiting her brother in Blue Maiden, but it was difficult to actually want to speak to one. ‘Blins got on well with lizalfos, and Zimo got on well with neither of them. Perhaps it was largely occupational prejudice, or the prejudice of how she was raised in Rauru. Whatever it was, Zimo didn’t like to think about it, so she didn’t.

    She passed a quick glance back at the gerudo woman sitting with them. Gerudo were a bit different, she supposed, even if the Evil King was of their number. All the mammalian human races looked the same to zoran eyes. Hylian, shiekah, gerudo—they came down to being pretty much the same thing, so a gerudo was easier to deal with. Even if… Well, Zimo didn’t want to think about that either. They all bled the same colour too.

    “I think I saw my friend take off with that friend of yours, Venus,” Ash replied to the wizzrobe. “He has a… ghost problem, or something.” She shrugged with a sigh. “Probably shouldn’t say too much about it—shouldn’t have had more than my one glass either.” She flicked her glass sitting on the counter with an audible ‘ping’ and tried to sit back in her stool, losing balance for half a moment before catching herself steady—the stool didn’t have a back to lean against. Shivering slightly, Ash flexed her back, the long fin running running down her spine standing up taut before folding flat again.

    “I said I’d help him out, and I keep my word,” she continued. “If you ever need to reach me, it would be at the Aririke residence in Rauru.” She quirked a brow at ‘Mercury’ and for a moment, but then shrugged. “If it’s urgent or… low key, you can trust Bjornar to get it to me timely, wherever I am.” And with that, Zimo swished her drink in her glass a bit before finishing it off and plopped a few coloured gems on the counter. “Keep the change. I was kind of an ass earlier, so yeah.” She scratched her behind her behind her burnt ear sheepishly. “Keep in touch though, yeah? I should catch up with my friend before I lose him.”
     
  6. Dante Stormward

    Dante Stormward Stay awhile, won't you?
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    Exhaling a little easier than before, it seemed the evening had grown long even though it seemed like it had just begun. There were significantly less bodies inside the Harp and he had been a little disheartened to know there were not enough bold musicians to take to the stage. It would seem the pin for this festival would have to wait for a while longer. Maybe he would find someone of interest in travels? Now that would prove interesting.

    Zimo had decidedly made her point of taking her leave, mentioning vaguely something about Sira leaving with a friend of her own and a ghost problem. He almost questioned outloud if it was not a poe problem but quickly decided that he didn't care to wonder that hard. Rather he would note her a little more solidly before dipping his head just enough to state he appreciated her consideration. The rupees was nice and the information on how to reach her even better.

    While the festival was certainly at its end, he now had some digging to do and surely locating the Dark Nut would prove a little interesting. Considering he wasn't too sure where she would have gone but figured his grandmother would have more information about that should he just ask. Before she left he would give her a reminding word that she would surely hear from him, Dante turned to consider Claire and Emery amongst the room. A tip of his head caught at least Emery's attention stating with a few motions that he would be in the back and that the bar was hers temporarily; the wizzrobe made haste to disappear back there.

    He'd have to clean up before retiring for the evening and make sure that all the bodies who were not to be inside were out, all in all he felt the festival had gone well.

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    ooc - if you need to finish your posts, you have until friday before the festival will be fully deemed over.
     
  7. Diego Wycliffe

    Diego Wycliffe Sing To Me The Song Of Your People!
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    One falsely-accused misdemeanor since the festival ended had caused Diego Wycliffe to be imprisoned for a short amount of time. He was let out after three days, with all the charges of public indecency dropped, simply because the woman who accused him was drunk and there was no evidence of him actually committing lewd acts. But considering the "severity" of the accusations, someone took it upon themselves to keep an eye on him while Diego went about his days, just to make sure the accusations weren't misplaced and that he wouldn't do anything out of order or line. It's been two weeks since then...well, who actually knows for sure? Time's a fickle thing in relation to the person experiencing it.

    Fortunately, they weren't here now, giving Diego a chance to hang out in the Farore's Harp uninterrupted by anything or anyone. Hell, since the festival he had struck up an agreement with the musicians who had played during the festival, and was considering trying to play a song with them this evening. Today, however, he was inexplicably tired, and figured he would just go for a drink this time. If things were really quiet, then he'd just play a short little song and move on.

    Greeting him at the bar was none other than Claire. There was something a little off about her, and she was definitely scatterbrained, but she was definitely a good person. "Hey there! You getting anything tonight?"

    Diego shrugged, then with a smile responded, "The usual. Business going well?"

    "About normal. Bit quiet right now, though," she claimed. She moved to grab a mug to pour him a beer, but slipped the moment she picked it up. The empty mug flew slowly, but pretty high over Diego's head, and he caught it without a lot of effort. He smiled at her, the type of awkward smile that insinuated he knew about how clumsy she was, but that she should actually try to be careful sometime. She laughed nervously, quickly bowing her head to thank him for the trouble, then went to pour him the drink.

    She set the mug down on the counter, and with a smile she added, "There you go, one--" Her words cut off when she looked up at him. Standing behind him was a figure veiled by annoyance and possible anger, and all that could be seen was a sinister twinkle in their eye. "Uh...you've got company."

    His face changed from calm to concerned. "I got what now?"

    Then a stern, feminine hand placed itself on Diego's shoulder. Then an accompanying stern, feminine voice said "So, this is where you went."

    Diego immediately knew what had happened. "Ah crap."
     
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  8. Diego Wycliffe

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    "Hello, Diego." The source of both the annoyed voice and the hand revealed itself to be a woman with a rather unamused look on her face. Her name was Aurelia Jae, and she was the guard-detective assigned to keep a watch over Diego's movements. And she was appearing and feeling a bit too annoyed for her own good.

    "Oh, uh...Aurelia. Hi." That was all Diego could think to say in this situation.

    "Don't you 'oh, uh...Aurelia. Hi.' me! I turn my back for one minute and you run?!" Yep, she was angry.

    He shrugged, not exactly as upset by her appearance as she was by his disappearance. "I didn't necessarily run, and I told you where I was going. You know you don't have to watch me around the clock at every waking moment, right?" Now he smiled at her. "Just chill out. It's fine."

    She didn't want to listen to him. "It is not fine, damn you! What if you assault someone else and get charged with more misdemeanors?!"

    The room went quiet at that point. All eyes were on the two of them, most people thinking this was a lover's quarrel, and he could feel the stares weighing him down. The tension was so thick you could cut it with a knife. "You know I didn't do it, right? Stop being so uptight and calm down, Aurelia. Hell, I know just the way to do it." He turned to the bag he set down underneath his barstool and pulled his guitar out. Music was always a good way of getting people to calm down. In one hand was a guitar, in another an empty chair he grabbed as he ascended to the stage. Setting the chair down and turning it toward the crowd, he turned around to face them and smiled. "Enjoy this tune and mellow out to it." He said it toward the crowd, though it was technically directed toward Aurelia.

    Then he sat down and placed his guitar in his lap. With a snap of his finger, his wind magic was activated to help carry the sound across the distance. His fingers plucked the strings along to a song he had been taught long ago. He eventually learned to play it by ear, but this was something his dad used to play to help him and his sister fall asleep at night when they were children. He closed his eyes and smiled at the memory, still continuing to play it. Simpler times and simpler days, those had been, despite the war still happening while they were being raised.

    The song, like a scent, wafted through the music hall and seemed to assuage the tense feelings almost completely, though not instantaneously. He saw a smile on one or two people's faces, but more than that, people were yawning. Well, it was originally a sleep-inducing song, so the fatigue now washing over the crowd was to be expected. He yawned as well once he stopped playing. At that point, he stood up and took a short bow, and waited to see one person's reaction in particular.
     
  9. Dante Stormward

    Dante Stormward Stay awhile, won't you?
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    One might wonder why he didn't stop back at home first before coming to check on the Harp - but he had been away for a while so the moment his foot touched the Hera sand, there wasn't much stopping him from aiming towards the livelihood of his own pockets. Although his spirits weren't exactly the usual top notch, he couldn't complain either. Granted that also depending on who asked about where he was and who actually knew where he had been.

    The Harp seemed like a reasonable way to direct his mind away from the previous items that were once so heavy on his mind.

    Tipping a hand in a slight wave to one of the locals he recognized, the Harp's lights were alive as he expected them to be. Not rocking itself off the foundation it sat on but he could vaguely hear something strumming a tune inside. Must have been a quieter night. Not that this shiekahn would complain right now. Although he had to stop himself from hurrying too quickly less he raise some suspicion around the place. It wasn't exactly as if Hera was exempt from the raised brows of society after all.

    But he did step a little quicker just to press a palm to the door before looking inwards realizing temporarily that rather than opening the entire accordion door, they just left it be and used it as a regular entrance way. Made sense, it wasn't that busy after all.

    Letting himself in without much pause, Dante tossed a curious eye upwards to the woman that seemed irritated and some bloke that had been playing and people were yawning. Riveting.

    Why poor Claire seemed to be trying to stop herself from falling face first on the bar after what transpired, creating a concerned expression to rest on his features. Side stepping from the door making a beeline directly for the bar, the young hylian paid no heed until his palm gave the counter an firm pat. "Last time I checked, sleeping at the bar is a risk of hygiene and sanitation."

    Startled she jerked upwards, her bright eyes comically wide so they might land and engulf him in whole. Muddled confusion quickly subsided into a eager little greet. Her hands waved up and down in a tight flurry, "Oh I didn't know you'd be back!" the Harp employee jostled her feet in place. "Do you need anything, uh oh um?" Turning left and right looking over her shoulders, "Tea, milk uhhhh ale?"

    Dante cuffed out a hand to deny each thing. "After maybe, but at the moment. Flat ground, good music and calm air suits me just fine, sweetness." Allowing himself the rotation to come around the bar and lean his elbows against the polished top - crossing his thumbs together- Dante exhaled. Even though his attention diverted again and gave a two index finger point to that of the man who had his instrument out, the woman who gave off an annoyed aura and the rest. His brows lifted in obvious question.

    It took her a moment but she got it. "Kind of a regular." Claire nodded before mimicking his posture. Sliding her palms out along the back and rubbing her shoulders literally against his. Squirming down until she was close enough to keep a low voice. "I think they have having a spat." Dante must have had a dark look cross his face, "Nothing violent. I'd throw them out first." He did believe that. "He played during the festival briefly. Don't you remember."

    Fuddling around in his memory, he vaguely did but he couldn't be honestly sure he did either. Claire kept her voice down, "I think his name is Diego but I could be wrong. Doesn't seem too bad."

    "Your heart is so soft, Claire." Dante gave it as a compliment honestly, "Where's Emery?"

    "At home with the tadpoles." An affectionate term Claire gave the zora kids that were no longer tadpoles by any means. "Just me and now you!" Suddenly her posture changed. Palms cradled her chin as elbows poised her upright looking at him like one might think a over eager child did at the Winter Solstice. "So,"

    "Not now." Dante gave a off handed wave making it clear he did not wish to speak about it. When she gave him a shocked look naturally he retracted his sharp words. "We'll have a drink after the doors shut, I'll tell you then Claire." That appeased her temporarily though his attention wasn't so quick to divert from the scene. Mostly he was now worried that someone might try to damage his establishment and honestly he wouldn't be heartbroken to throw some people out should the need it.
     
  10. Dante Stormward

    Dante Stormward Stay awhile, won't you?
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    Having gotten over the hump of debating if he should stay or go before, Dante had picked the former. After all what would he do at home besides roll around with the thoughts of what had been the previous adventure and draw it out into stressing lengths of irritation. It really wasn't worth it. Instead the man had convinced Claire to bring him the books that were commonly kept in the back office. Usually guarded by Emery like some grand treasure that made him more anxious than pleased. As if she might be hiding something about the finances.

    Even while he was being given the lecture - mild in comparison should it have come from Emery herself- the redheaded one handed him a scruffy looking book. Pages sticking out in a fray, the front cover was creased and cracked from repeatedly being bent back and forth. He might even say the first few pages appeared as if they were drenched in water, which he did give Claire a bit of a look. She'd shrug at him, shift and pose herself carefully at the bar.

    Unlike him who had nestled into the crook of the elbow corner of the counter, keeping an eye on the band that seemed content to keep playing at the few stranglers that had come in not too shortly after he had. One was a regular off duty guard he recognized. And vice versa. A polite half assed wave was given, Claire pre-emptively readied a long bottle of Noble Pursuit. A red eye wandered to assess the guard as he gave each of them a pleased grin and made the gesture to open a tab. Naturally he would piss away the bottle which inadvertently had Dante peeking under the bar. Curiously wondering how the stock was doing and if there was a order to be placing sooner than later.

    Shit, he should have asked Ruze about some trading and perhaps seen if the goron was able - not capable cause he already proved himself more so over - to get some of the finer ales and spirits for the bar, at a better price.

    Scratching at his head, Dante sighed to himself. Just another thing to add to the list.

    At least the Harp was active, that's all he could really ask for at the moment.
     
  11. Dante Stormward

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    Somewhere between ten did he notice some of the linger patron's starting to move around. The house band had decided to take a break, their lead vocalist sat in the closest stool to that of himself and Claire. Striking up idle conversation while his young waitress/bartender/whatever she wanted to be, dealt out another hand of cards. A common occurrence between the pair of them, though Yuka tried to convince him to join in. Only in which Dante could retort with a blasé stare. While they weren't bettering for real coin, he wasn't too keen on playing to display his terrible betting skills. Even in fun.

    The others were huddled around talking to some excited zora pair that he didn't even notice coming in. Momentarily he debated asking their ages but resigned that thought. They didn't always appear to be the age of adulthood but at the same time he couldn't assume either. Unless they started causing a ruckus, he was content on leaving them be.

    Tapping a finger to the shallow round glass beside him, the reddish gold liquid inside jittered. Claire licked her lips and set down her cards, a flush in her hands only drew Yuka's brown eyes down and a smirk to crawl over his face.

    Whatever he had, Dante didn't notice as his focus shifted drastically to the front doors opening revealing a haggard looking hylian stumbling in. Not a face he recognized either, but that wouldn't have been too hard considering how often he was actually here. The pair beside him chuckled as it became evident that Claire lost and she was grousing between giggles; his ears lifted in minute detail watching that of the being rushing towards the bar.

    Hands came to slap upon the polished top, "Give me whatever stings the most." Raspy did they hiss, not daring to exchange a look with Dante but plopped themselves on the stool either way.

    Claire was now paying attention though she was pretending she wasn't, keeping time with Yuka but it was not hard to notice the flip of her eyes moving to assess the new comer. Dante knew better than to ask for specifications considering the man appeared to be rather frazzled, the sheikah merely complied. A foul substance that he kept behind the bar for those special occasions, the inky liquor flowed freely into a small glass. It earned it's name of Ganon's Ickor for a reason. Not that the person seemed to notice. Instead they took it back in a fell swoop, "Another."

    Blinking once and looking down to the glass, Dante debated his options. But, complied in the end. Another slide over and it followed the same suit as the first. Back in a gulp and the glass was slide towards him again. "If you're planning on getting drunk, this is not the stuff to do it with. You'll be passed out long before you get that buzz." He insisted drawing the man's dark sunken eyes up. A scowl formed yet Dante remained standing where he had been. "I make it a policy not to usually ask patrons this, but you alright?"

    Fingers curled and twitched upon the bar top, the shift in his face was noticeable before he leaned in. "The seventh sage walks among us." He whispered low though personally he doubted it was that subtle.

    And, yet all he could do was merely stare at the man.
     
  12. Diego Wycliffe

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    The moment Diego stopped playing music, he looked down from the stage toward Aurelia with a smile on his face. Her angered demeanor from before had faded away as a calm look seemed to wash over her. It was as if she had forgotten her reason for being angry, only having known that she was angry earlier. That was the power of music, he supposed. Music could inspire, energize, enervate, or even force a change in emotions. Joy, rage, sadness, calm, and all other sorts of feelings could be brought out just with the simplest of sounds, and an audience could have found themselves captivated or allured by what they were hearing and get so caught up in the moment that they wouldn't know what they were doing at the moment, only realizing it soon after.

    And there Diego went again getting caught up in the moment with these thoughts. He stepped off the stage, making sure to take a bow before he did so, and approached the woman. Still holding the same smile on his face now, from up close it would appear more cocky than calm. "Feeling better now?"

    The guard woman blinked at him for a moment, then shook her head. "I'm not sure if I felt bad in the first place, but...what did you do?"

    He simply shrugged and replied "What I'm good at: Getting people to mellow out. And now that you hopefully have, can you please tell me what's going on?"

    The woman now raised an eyebrow. "What are you talking about?"

    "I think you know exactly what I'm talking about,"
    he stated. "So let's take this outside." Eyes were trained on them, particularly the red-eyed, cross-looking owner. Diego didn't know if he was actually cross with him or if his face was just stuck that way. Either way, it would serve neither of them any good to hash out an argument in the middle of a music hall. So the two of them walked outside to loiter by the entrance, wherein they could continue their conversation. "Okay, so what's going on?"

    "I really don't know what you're talking about, Diego," Aurelia stammered. "Are you drunk? Didn't I mention not to--"

    "Drop the act, Aurelia," Diego interjected. His expression had changed to one far more grave. The mellow look in his eyes had remained the same, but his smile and eyebrows both had deepened into a glower. This was a rare emotion to him, though he expressed more annoyance than anger. Considering how often he actually frowned as opposed to taking a more neutral or joyful position, the fact that he was doing it now meant that he was annoyed to the point of being pushed over the edge. "Since the festival and my release, all you've done is follow me, harass me, chain me, imprison me, and other such things. And quite frankly, I'm growing sick and tired of these games. Either you come clean with me right now, or I will find the guard barracks, which I'm sure is filled with guards far more competent than you, and report your actions, behavior and lies to them." He did not yield the position he was taking, having grown more unnecessarily bold than was actually warranted for a situation like this. "So start talking."

    Mentally, Aurelia found that she was backed into a corner. She could lie and say something else, but that would only agitate Diego further. Either she come clean or potentially lose her job. There was really only one option here. "Honestly, you were free to leave Hera once the charges were dropped. The reason I stuck to you and kept you here was..."

    Diego leered over her a little more now. "Was what?"

    "Well, you're handy to have around,"
    she mentioned. "You have a knack for discovering little things, you can read people as you've done just now, and you're always laid back and known to speak your mind. You have the makings of a great detective, Diego, and I want to keep you around to see if you have any aptitude for the job..." She closed her eyes for a moment and sighed. When she re-opened them, she wasn't looking into Diego's eyes. Was it shame? It was probably shame. "I've just been going about it in a particularly bad way, and for that, I'm sorry." Definitely shame.

    Now this time, there was a hand placed on her shoulder. The grip was firm, but kind as opposed to stern. She turned her gaze back forward to see Diego's arm extended to place his own hand there. His expression remained in its firm demeanor for another moment, but in the next, he went back to his previous smile. "Was that so difficult?"

    The shame was more prevalent in the way she blushed when he spoke to her now. "Well, I wasn't sure how you were going to react."

    "I would have reacted a lot better if you had told me what was going on earlier on," he responded. With a pat of the shoulder, he reeled his hand back and kept the same smile, though it felt warmer now than it did before. "As for the idea of wanting me to become a detective, well..." He wasn't going to lie: The idea sounded like an interesting one. But all he would go on to say was: "It holds merit." Then he held his hand up again to get her to hold off before saying anything else. "But if you don't mind, can we talk about this more tomorrow? I kind of want to have a night to myself."

    She had caused him enough trouble for one night, and decided upon hearing his request that he was better off for it. She didn't even hesitate this time. "Okay. See you tomorrow, then?"

    "Yeah, see you tomorrow." The two parted ways, with Diego heading back into the Farore's Harp and Aurelia walking back toward the guard barracks...or whatever else lay in that direction. As he walked back inside, he saw someone else pounding back alcohol like he was trying to put himself twenty feet under. The musician was perfectly willing to ignore the guy until he mentioned something to the effect of "the seventh sage walks among us." His stuff was still sitting at the bar two chairs away from the man, and upon hearing that cryptic-ass statement, he grabbed everything and moved further down. "Weird," he muttered as he settled into his new spot.
     
  13. Dante Stormward

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    Noting the return of that of one individual, Dante cast a quick glance sidelong in more of a habitual reaction. Checking to see if the young man needed anything before turning focus back to the other hylian. Claire and Yuka pretended not to be noticing anything, at least momentarily. Claire stretched to her right looking at the cowboy wearing hylian, “Needing anything to wet your gullet, Diego?” She asked kindly whilst Yuka laid down a handful of cards.

    Picking up a cloth from under the bar and setting it beneath that of the bottle of Ickor so it wouldn’t leave a ring on the bar. As if that was something to be concerned about right now.

    Dante must have been silent too long as the elder man aggressive scrubbed back his matted pepper and salt hair. The crease of his brow tightened, “I ain’t lying boy.” Boy? Now he had to level a look on the other. He was anything but a boy. How demeaning. “Our beloved princess walks the lands!” Either he was already blasted before he came stumbling in here or he was several screws missing topside. “I didn’t-” Sinking back with a faraway look to his already sunken eyes, “Didn’t believe it myself. But there she stood, older. Wiser, but no less powerful.

    Would it be bad taste if he shooed this guy out the door all the sudden? “Where?” Dante dared.

    Suddenly the man was looking at him again, fury in his stare but he remained temporarily subdued. “I can’t be saying that sort of things. Do you know what sort of igits and bandits lurk around wanting that sort of information!” But blurting out the rest was perfectly fine.

    Okay,” Yuka was giving him a sidelook that only Dante seemed to see, “Well if she is alive then why hasn’t she you know… come back?” Trying to keep himself from seeming too disbelieving, the sheikahn crossed his hands on the bar top.

    Bah, you wouldn’t understand.” Vigorously he rubbed his palm over his face, “I told that boy, that no one would believe me.” Dante stopped himself from agreeing so suddenly, less he wanted to get punched in the beak. “Give me another,” Tapping the glass, he wasn’t too sure if the man was finished sprouting off insanity or not. But if this was his way of clamming up, then maybe it was best.

    Draining more into the glass, Dante tilted his frame to position towards Claire and Yuka but remained in the same place less this man started going off on something else.
     
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    He was greeted by Claire once again the moment he sat back down. With a nod, he added, "The usual, I suppose. Had things gone smoothly earlier, I'd have been in and out of here without issue, but it seems like my squabble got under people's skin. Apologies for that, but hey, what can you do," he rambled. The original plan was just to have a quiet night with a drink, a meal, and maybe a song. His usual consisted of whatever beer was readily available, whatever meal was the special for the day, and whatever song he felt like playing that night. So far he had accomplished one out of three, but only at the extent of annoying the shit out of other people with the anger of a stalker-ish guard who couldn't express her desires or feelings into words. Oh well. That was done. Now it was back to the original plan for the night.

    Or so he thought. Now the drunk man's ramblings were starting to get interesting, causing Diego to turn toward him. Said something about...the princess from the tales? Okay, this was getting hard to believe. He had heard stories of the three chosen disappearing one day, but considered it a myth. He never once considered that such a thing was actual history, but the way the tales were told every time made it less and less credible. He supposed that tales were subject to delusions of grandeur telling after telling, similar to how the human mind was affected by such a trivial thing, but he denied its credibility to the very end. Now this man was saying something about...the princess somehow being real and walking around the world, but couldn't speak on where she was?

    The man was drunk. That was the only way he could fathom it. "Is he drunk," Diego asked, subtly pointing toward the man. He was talking more to Claire than anyone else behind the bar. "Nothing good can come of trying to find realism or truth in fairy tales." Well, he didn't know if that was true, but it felt overly obvious that the man was so drunk that he was making this junk up. Diego's only real action at this point was to just keep sitting in silence, observing the crazy man, as he waited on his food and drink to arrive...which, knowing his focus, probably already arrived while he wasn't looking.
     
  15. Dante Stormward

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    Excusing herself momentarily from the game with a quick warning look to Yuka – not to peek at her facedown cards- Claire readily funneled a tankard into one of the taps. Which one, he couldn’t see now. Mostly due to not wanting to look as if he was too eager to get away from the vagrant appearing man sitting there eyeing up the blackish liquor. “Now I hope you aren’t expecting me to feed you like last time.” Claire chimed with a wistful smile and a sharp glint in her eye as she set the tankard in front of Diego. “You’d remember last time I told you, unless you are trying to be cheeky. In which I may pinch your cheeks in a sarcastic way.” A giggle punctuated the end of her sentence before inching sideways to pick up her cards again. “Five minutes then you better hit the stage again, Yuka.

    Dante allowed a momentarily look this time before pressing a palm to the bar, resting his weight into it.

    What he wasn’t expecting was that of man named Diego to chime up. Not that the current man before him was being anything quiet like, but either way something was said.

    His dark eyes turned to address the other. Sizing him up and taking stock of him fairly quickly, “Quick to be judging when yah be appearing to be the sort who sings about fairytales.” The retort wasn’t as sharp as it probably could have been, “Either yah been under her mother’s skirts too long or you just don’t know how real fairytales could be.

    Well,” Dante gave his throat a clear, “I think it goes either way there. Depends what sort of tales you are following. Some have more truth but you’d have to find its origin to get just that nugget.” The man shot him a look that could have been dangerous should he not have been drinking.

    Sure sure, just call me a crazy old man. But I knew what I seen. And if it weren’t for that lad well… I think I’d be just as skeptical as yah lazy louts.” Suddenly the glass he hadn’t touched went knocking back with a powerful sigh and clench of teeth. “She’s out there and yah might not believe it but I know better than to look a gifted horse in the mouth.

    He kept mentioning a lad. What on earth did that mean? Wait, why was he trying to figure this out even! “What lad?” Dante asked realizing his mouth was moving faster than his mind could stop.

    Round ears of the man moved in a slick smile, pointing at Dante. “Yer sheikah-” No shit Sherlock. “Look at yah standing over behind yer bar. Yah think I’m crazy and yet yah be asking about the boy. Your heritage doesn’t stop you from asking questions that might pertain to that of the family.” No, he doubted that highly. He was just curious. Sheikah heritage had nothing to do with being inquisitive. “But I can’t say. The lad seemed uneasy about it. If yer that interested you’d have to talk to the boy.

    And that would accomplish what?” Yuka began to get up having finished their game and was about to head back to do a final set before the night came to a close. Eyeing him up once more, the man hummed.

    The lad is low on funds, if yah take him in to clean up the place then yah can ask him yerself. I only said I'd bring him to Hera.” Was this all just to get a job! Dante wrinkled up his nose trying not to take annoyance with the fact his question was evaded, “Yer curious and yah know it. I can’t say anything cause the walls have too many ears,” this guy was a loon and didn’t understand how keeping stuff under lock and key worked, “But the boy has all the information.
     
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  16. Dante Stormward

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    He wasn’t too sure how long it had been silent between those at the bar, but it was long enough that even he felt uncomfortable. Shifting from foot to foot. Cautiously looking between the floor, Claire and the man that she knew as Diego then to the drifter that sprouted nonsense.

    All his mind could think of was how this was all coming about. Whatever it is, the result seemed to be of the following. The man was rather insane or highly doped, he had helped some kid get from somewhere to here and was now trying to pawn him off in some sort of noble toss aside. Getting the boy, a job while this man went off to do goddesses knows what. Probably chew on some more strange twigs for whatever hallucinations he was enjoying too frequently.

    Although he did feel bad. What if there was a boy that had been drug along with this psycho and was about to be abandoned to fend for themselves. Fingers drummed on the top as he had such a thought roll over his mind. Strangely his gut twisted in disapproval causing him to sigh a little more audibly than he may have liked.

    Send the boy in the morning. I’ll see that he has something to do.” Why on earth he was agreeing, was beyond his own comprehension. Was it guilt? Was it some desire to find out how truthful his man was or was it something else entirely.

    Dante?” Claire gave him a curious look pressing her lips debating if she should say anything else. He was the owner after all, he made the decisions sometimes without any basis.

    Shoulders lifted somewhat on the hylian round ear man, “Yah?” He appeared hopeful. Too hopeful in a way that only made Dante a little more uncomfortable. Nonetheless the sheikah nodded deeply whilst focusing his ruddy gaze on the man. “Yah.

    The Harp opens at nine, send him in as soon as you can. Though word of advice, don’t go telling people your story. I can only assume many authorities would be okay with arresting you for such talk.” It was less of a kind suggestion and more of the threat sort. Dante could handle a boy and figure this mess out but a loon? No, he’d have to make sure the man found the comfort of a guard or local authority. Claire hummed softly before hooking her hands around her hips. Eyes drawn down before a smile touched her lips.

    Last call!” She yelled suddenly startling those around and the band get off to play their final tune officially.
     
  17. Dante Stormward

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    Somewhere after midnight did Claire help him shoo out the lingering patron's, bidding farewell and the band had stored their instruments behind the stage knowing they would be kept safe back there. After the doors were locked and a few pleasing comments were made about the crowd's outturn did they both begin putting the Harp back into an acceptable state.

    Chairs commonly migrated across the floor, and tables were pushed together to accommodate larger groups. Glasses emptied and partially were taken and dumped into a single stinky brewing bucket, so it could be disposed of in the back room where a lot of his otherworldly essential's were kept. Only that of Emery and Claire knew his profession after all, so they knew there were a few trinkets were kept back there. Some were wards and others were curios. Nothing dangerous since that wasn't his style of wizzrobe he preferred to be. Much to his grandmother's dispair.

    Floors were swept and a dry mop was given were necessary, glasses were stacked in a large wooden basin to be cleaned in the morning. Cabinets under the bar were locked keeping the vitals of the area safe from those who would feel the Harp may be a place to rob. Claire or Emery - whomever was on shift- often took the cashbox home with them so it could be deposited to a small lockbox that he kept within his own home. One might wonder why he didn't take them himself - sometimes he did- but it was just for the sake of making sure no one really knew where the contents went. Later he would travel to the bank and deposit the rest. Never a defined date either.

    Nonetheless Farore's Harp was always cleaned the night before, causing him to pause momentarily at the approach of the morning. Emery would have been somewhere close behind as Claire did the nightshift, she would be in much later; there stood a figure with their face pressed up against the stained glass of the doors.

    Dirty pants had been stuffed down into boots that were loose to possibly allow ease of slipping them on and off; what Dante could possibly call a tarp rather than a cloak clung around the shoulders of the being. Granted it was a deep red in colour though that might have been partially due to the red dirt that was hanging onto it. Cuffing a sleeve up to rub at the window were the steam of their breath had caused condensation, the being had unkempt rich brown hair. Its length stated they hadn't had a clean cut for a while which only drew Dante's brow into a line. A beggar perhaps?

    Tucking a hand into his left pocket on the jacket he wore, fiddling with the key to the business; "Hey." Dante called startling the soul into a yelp and a jump. Quickly they scurried to their right, turned and threw a wide eyed gaze at him. Chest heaving so suddenly at the start, bemusement folded over his own lips. "Sorry, didn't mean to scare you." Yes he did but that was his own little secret.

    Offering a nervous laugh, it was apparent the being was a male and younger than he guessed privately at first. "Are you... the one uh-" Dante began to reclose the gap to that of the front doors, noting that the being was a boy. A snap of his fingers the boy's unusually bright eyes peered at him. "A haggard looking fellow-"

    A brow lifted, "So you're the boy he kept referring too." The sharp hylian ears jiggled in unison with the rest of his head, hair flying everywhere. "Didn't know if you were actually real, imagine my surprise."

    Suddenly he shot out a hand, "My name is Zeid, sir." Apparently eager, the boy was polite enough. "I was told to come bright and early." Well he did do that.

    Upon taking the lad's hand, Dante could maybe guess he was about thirteen... maybe fourteen if he felt generous. It was hard to tell under the level of grime he lived under. "Dante." Noting the boys sad handshake, it was apparent he wasn't taught too much of introductions. Stopping a frown appearing on his face, Dante instead pulled the key with a quick slip. "So your friend-"

    "Kenneth- he was my guardian until I turned eleven." Zeid inched in closer curiously taking a darting look through the window again. "He was supposed to be elsewhere the last two years but-" A shrug came and left just as quick.

    "So you're looking for a job then?" A click of the door and a press of his palm let it fall inwards with a huff of the air pressure, "For?"

    "Well," Dante signaled for the boy to follow him inside only once making a gesture to shut the door behind, "Whoa this place is fancy-" Zeid muttered not too quietly, "Well uh Dante sir, I want to go to Rauru and Kasuto. But it is rather dangerous for me to travel that far without funds or food and water. Would be crazy of me to try and take that journey myself, I wanted to hire an escort. And all that. But I need funds firstly."

    "You realize you won't make enough in the first year for such a want," Shrugging off his jacket to lay on a bar stool, he began unlocking the cabinets below. "At least you seem to have decent head on your shoulders, Zeid but it'll be awhile before you could hire someone halfway decent to take even such a short trek."

    Feet scurried forward to peek around the bar side, "I've been told. I wouldn't really think it could be quick, sir." Another cabinet unlocked, "But I need to start somewhere yeah?" Dante nodded, stopped and looked at the boy.

    "And why do you want to do all this?"

    "I want to find my mother." Zeid's stare took on a serious note, "I want to find Princess Zelda."
     
  18. Dante Stormward

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    Having bumped his head into the cabinet at the words Zeid had spoken, fingers gentle massaged the tender lump. "Say what?" Asking softly less the walls themselves heard, the hylian boy had cringed from the knock on his head. Shoulders were tucked up tight to his cheeks as one eye had screwed shut in response. "Princess Zelda?" Had that vagrant filled this boy's head with lies?

    "I'm not crazy, sir." Either the boy heard this conversation before or he was incredibly good at assuming what would be coming next. "I know how it sounds but she is my mother." Round crystal blue irises formed on him; "I've got proof."

    "You do?"

    Legs crossed underneath him as idly he checked his fingers for an absence of blood, the boy produced a large sideknap from under the cloak. It wasn't hard to notice the worn symbol of the Hyrulean crest but that could be mere coincidence considering how often people of the any textile craft would embed such am emblem. After all it was a symbol of their fallen kingdom. Nonetheless after a few moments of scrounging around in the bag did the boy seemed pleased with what he had found.

    Crumpled and worn, it was an old photo from a pictograph. Something he hadn't seen around for some time, "Here!" Eagerly but carefully he handed over the photo, "See, here I am." A finger pointed to a small little boy clung close to a tall recognizable woman, "And this is her."

    He knew what the princess looked like from photos in books and glamorized tales sung and told about her alike, this was down to a tee which only caused the settling unease to bubble in his stomach. Careful not to crease the photo anymore than it already was; Dante dared a nervous look to the boy. "Are you for real about this? You realize the gravity of all this, right? Your mother-"

    Zeid exhaled forcing himself to plop onto the full of his rear. "Of course, but it isn't very helpful when I don't know where she is. I was hoping to find some clues." Dante was still curious to where the hell Zeid had come from considering his mother had hidden away from the world so well. Although was it a time to ask the boy considering this bombshell had just dropped in front of him. A nice big ticking bomb waiting for the opportune moment.

    Gently passing the photo back so he might use both hands to cradle his brow, Dante watched the kid. Neatly folding up the photo with a soft pat when it was put back into his bag, watching it disappear back under the cloak. "So, about the job?"

    "Job," Dante repeated before realizing he was having a bit of a moment. "Job, right uh well... I guess- Hold on here a minute Zeid, how long as your mother been gone?"

    Eyes narrowed in recollection, "Ten years." He stated though it was apparent by his tone he wasn't too sure either. At least it wasn't recent which meant perhaps the princess was gone after all and the kid was just setting himself up for the inevitable. "So sir uh... what should I do to you know...work?"

    "Well," Pausing to put a hand up and grab the lip of the counter, heaving himself up off the floor with a lazy pull, his mind reeled at the information so far. Although trying to keep it cool was his generic sort of appearance, so he had to maintain it. "In the back through that door, there is a mop and bucket. Should still be water in the bucket and start moping the floor." Anything to keep the kid busy for a few minutes so he might be able to sort his thoughts.
     
  19. Dante Stormward

    Dante Stormward Stay awhile, won't you?
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    Having stripped off the cloak did Dante notice the boy had been in more tatters than clothing. Evidently, he had been traveling for a lot longer than originally hinted; Emery had taken one look at the boy and nearly lost it. It was unsanitary for him to be trying to clean up the floors in such a state. An apron had been tied around his waist and the scruff that was the unkempt brown hair upon Zeid’s head was forced back into a tiny tail. Sleeves once long were rolled damn near up to his shoulders, whilst Dante merely watched. Knowing better than to get involved when the zora kicked up her motherly instincts.

    There.” She affirmed with a ball of her hands to said hips, “Now that will work.”

    Zeid gawked with an exhale, trailing his vision down his torso and back up deciding he wasn’t too sure what to say besides the obvious. “Thank you.

    Assuming Emery smiled, she gave a point to the bucket signifying loudly that he may continue and only to finalize the statement with a turn so she could face that of Dante. Raising a brow comically to her did the petite woman trounce over towards him, coming up over the bar and leaning in with full weight. “Care to explain why we have a boy in the Harp washing our floors?

    Now you want to know, I mean you just got him all settled in.” Dante gave a flippant gesture of his hand, “It’s too late.

    “Dante.”

    Asked if he could have a job, I gave him a job.” Casually dropping his tone so it might not seem to suspicious, he wasn’t exactly known for doing things in a sensible reason when he didn’t feel like it. As far as the manager of the Harp knew, it was one of those moments. Which became apparent she would agree with such an assumption by dropping her weight back down to the floor and exhaled noisily. “No comment?

    I’ll think about it for a bit before I respond. I’ve learnt my lesson years ago trying to tempt verbal fate with you when you just on a whim decide something.” A smirk crossed both of their faces, “You’ll have to explain one way or another, sooner or later. Especially if you are going to be taking off again, then I’ll have to know what you really are doing with the boy and where he lives and such, to maintain a level professionalism for the Harp.

    Goddesses damnit, he knew he should have thought a little harder about all this. “Well, I don’t plan on going anywhere for a bit.” Emery hummed crossing the small distance to the push door that lead to the back room. Waiting only a second longer when it was clear he didn’t have much else to say, she would disappear into the back to work on the books that he had attempted the night prior. Exhaling through his nose when she was truly out of sight, Dante scratched his head.
     
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    Dante Stormward Stay awhile, won't you?
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    So-” Papers shuffled against each other as the pale teal zora made her appearance through the opposite door coming past the small powder rooms. Zeid had sat down at the bar making idle chit chat whilst he took a momentary break. The floor hadn’t had such a dedicated attention for a while and it showed with how it appeared so glossy. His glass had been emptied as the boy wiped the back of his hand across his lips. “I went through our stock and we need someone to take a run to Kasuto.” Flipping the papers with purpose.

    Don’t we normally have someone come up this way bringing what we need?” Dante asked with a careful shift of his shoulder.

    Melina is currently busy setting up for Hallow’s Eve. So, she’s busy attending to the orders that the shops are putting in there. We aren’t exactly top priority. I brought this up a few months ago,” She leveled an eye on him that stated he was told but evidently had forgotten. His mouth twitched but remained shut due to the hand that came up, “Before you even ask, yes we are low on many of the items and no we can’t make it without a few of them being topped up. You know how it gets in here at the end of the month, the regiment of guards that pile in and want their ales overflowing.”

    Wrinkling up his nose, Dante knew he shouldn’t push it. “Why didn’t we order prior?

    You know how Melina is,” That he did. They couldn’t order too far in advance due to expiration dates and stock availability. Not to mention the fact that Melina kept her stock house in order, which meant if someone tried to order a month or more in advance made her fly off the handle. She’d rattle and cuss about the fact that they had screwed up her inventory and now she had to figure out how to balance it between all the customers she had and well, it wasn’t pleasant. And, it was a mistake he had no desire to repeat after so many years in business. “So,” Emery hooked her hands around her hips. “What do you want to do?”

    Drawing his eyelids into a laden peak, Dante chuckled. “I know that isn’t a question.”

    Although he may not have looked at the kid, he could feel him looking between them rather eagerly. “Dante, you are the boss and you have the repour with Melina.” The hint was heavy handed though he was completely innocent of her accusations, “And you could scout out anything else we need. I mean I have things to do around here and Kasuto is your original neck of the woods.”

    Hmm, well-

    Zeid cleared his throat softly, “I could help.” Dante shot him a look though it was clear he knew why Zeid wanted to go. The boy had only been here for a couple hours and had stated earlier that he wanted to go to Kasuto. It was almost as if the circumstance was too perfect for even him to dispute. “I mean, if you wanted me too.” Emery seemed to like the idea, smiling gently at the boy. Though that could be just her motherly fondness showing.

    “Well, I think that’s all set.”

    “I didn’t agree.” Dante raised a brow although the tone he spoke with was hardly aggressive. Rather it was compliant stating he already gave up before it started.

    You didn’t have too,” Pressing the papers to the bar, a tap of the finger drew focus. “I’ll make a shorter list and draw up the invoice so Melina can sign it and I’ll send a payment later. As per usual.”

    Combing back the white tresses with an exhale, his head slowly tilted sideways once Emery began to wander back to the room she had left originally. Making soft commentary to herself, “That was as sneaky as a bullbo barreling through the middle of the castle.” Zeid chuckled feigning his innocence, “Granted if you hadn’t jumped so readily I’d be concerned that you were pulling my leg earlier.

    The chance was there, I mean I thought about not saying anything.” Ears faltered somewhat, “But really, I couldn’t take that risk either. You don’t mind?

    Who says I won’t put you to work in Kasuto? You signed up to be a worker here, and I might as well make damn sure of it before you go running off. Considering you may have made it to Kasuto but you won’t have any funds to hire someone to guard your hind-end. So that part of your plan is still quite vacant.

    Oh.” Realization took its toll before the boy scrunched his face up. “Didn’t think that through.

    Nope.” Turning around to glance over his shoulder, Dante rolled his eyes. “We’ll see how things are in Kasuto and maybe I can pull some contacts to try and help you out Zeid. I mean after all, can’t have royalty just wandering around blithering about Princess Zelda. You’ll be thrown into the bin. Just be grateful we aren’t going into Rauru. They’d take your words as heresy and string you by your toes.” It might have been cruel to say such things but honestly the boy needed to watch what he said in front of whom. Even Kasuto could be sketchy. “Hallow’s Eve,” Stroking fingers down his chin, Zeid was peering at him. “Well traditions in Kasuto state we need to be in costume for that event. And knowing our luck, we’ll arrive just in time for the fun to begin.

    Costumes?” Disbelief formed, “Really.”

    Hey, they have their traditions, who are we to dispute them. Are you too old to dress up?” Lips blew out at him, though it wasn’t much of a response. “Go on and help Emery, I’ll go collect the wagon from the local stables so long as they haven’t made it into a manure cart. The sooner we leave, the better.

    Hopping off the stool it was apparent the boy at least took directions well, either he was eager to please or he just didn’t know what he could have done in response. Rebellion was late bloomer in the boy or it would be a nasty explosion later.Giving another stroke to his chin debating thoughts that weren't going to be spoken. Ah he could fumble over his thoughts later.
     

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