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Discussion in 'Rauru Village' started by Zimo Aririke, Apr 30, 2016.

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  1. Lambent Café is a quaint little eating spot located in the heart of Rauru Village. A relatively popular spot, it is regularly frequented by residents and visitors alike. Among the buildings hit during the Thirty Years’ War, the sections of the café with new brickwork contrast against the older, duller bricks of the old building. There are plenty of seats indoors, but also a patio outside, where patrons can enjoy the pleasant weather as they eat. Each table in the restaurant is lit by a flickering flame in a glass lamp, adding to the lambent ambiance of the place and earning it its name. On the menu are various teas and coffee blends from across the country, including some specialty blends unique to the café. The cafe also serves a variety of sandwiches, soups, and their house chili—a mildly spicy and heavily filling affair.

    Arriving at the café, Zimo greeted the waitress warmly, asking for the party to be seated at a table on the patio outside. Between the pleasant weather and festival in bloom, she had little desire to hole herself up indoors. Each of them had been given a menu, and Zimo had already placed her order: a smoked salmon sandwich and mug of salted caramel coffee—it was a festival, and she felt she deserved a slightly more expensive treat than normal. An Inquisitor’s salary was by no means meagre, but in the end it garnered more wealth of spirit than… literal wealth.

    “So,” Zimo began once everyone was settled in. “How’s life on the road been like? I haven’t been any further east than three leagues from Harkinian in months.” The question was openly posed to both Tiketh and Tea. She hadn’t had an out-of-region assignment for a while, and had grown a little out of touch with the happenings outside of West Hyrule Field. Things were starting to get a little stale at home, and she hoped to get out and about on some task or assignment sometime soon. Maybe she’d head to Midoro and pay a visit to her elder brother Arun. “Rauru’s been mostly same old, same old.” This time the words were more directed towards Tea, to whom the village was more familiar. “Had a demon-worshiper come into town several days ago. He might’ve passed through without being realized if not for the poe lanterns he tried selling to, get this, an undercover Inquisitor. His trial’s set for next week, so things are a little hectic.”

    Realizing the lack of context her words might have for Tiketh, she hastened to explain. “I’m an Inquisitor for the Order of Rauru. I suppose I never mentioned that.” She had little to no reservations about announcing her vocation so simply in her hometown. It was hardly a secret, after all, and a title she wore as a badge of honour. Besides, she had always felt that keeping an open and public face helped the general populace to understand the Inquisitors and Order of Rauru were there to help.
     
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    Tea pulled up a chair, sitting across from Zimo and shaking her head at the waitress, and giving her a blue rupee she asked for a coffee with sugar and milk. She didn’t really feel that hungry, having eaten lunch with her grandmother already, taking pity of her old legs by going home to give her some company. It hadn’t been a large meal, since grandmother was always watching Tea’s weight, but it had been enough to last her until now with just a few snacks on the side. On the cafe floor a Goron child was rolling about slowly, looking bored as his adult compatriots loudly discussed a gambling game she didn’t recognize. Sitting down, she straightened out her skirt and chuckled at the story of the demon worshiper. Served the idiot right, in her opinion. She then replied to the question that was apparently addressed to neither Hylian in particular.

    “Haha, I’ve been everywhere the last few months. I mean, I was right back here a week ago, but before that it was the Highlands and then Death Mountain. They’ve got it coming pretty well as far as growth goes up there, but-” She lowered her breath, leaning in slightly more specifically towards Zimo so the Gorons a table over wouldn’t hear. "There are more than a few… Heretics there, you know. I didn’t want to stay long, especially with the holidays coming up. I like a bit of roughhousing, but their version of devotion churns my stomach. Maybe it was just my visit, but there were altogether too many Stalfos there for it to be normal.” She leaned back, looking at Tiketh. She had failed to mention actually being asked to leave the town when she had smashed the skull of one stal with the butt of her shortsword. He had asked for that one.

    The story about a demon worshiper was interesting. It certainly took gall to go somewhere like Rauru to sell something like Poe lanterns. A blue eye flashed knowingly in her peripheral vision, and she saw the poe in the reflection of the vase on the table. It said something she couldn’t hear. Looking away from the vase quickly, hoping she hadn’t been caught staring, she looked back to Tiketh.

    “I’d also like to hear about your travels, though. You look like you’ve got some stories.” The waitress came back with her coffee, closer to white than black. Taking a sip, she only nodded when the waitress looked as though she wanted a tip. She set down the cup and gave her what was actually more than she spent on the coffee itself, albeit very little even still. Eighty-two more rupees.
     
  3. Tiketh

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    As soon as they entered the cafe, Tiketh felt as though he could have fell to the floor and died right there. The smell that assaulted his senses was heavenly. His stomach protested, begging for nutrients immediately. He could hardly stand it. He was practically drooling. "It smells so good here," he remarked, "I feel like I could eat a whole horse." He didn't mean that literally, of course. He would never eat a literal horse. That'd be just terrible. Horses were far too majestic to be eaten. Still, his stomach rumbled again and he groaned. He needed food so badly.

    He took a seat at the table and sized up his menu, deciding what he wanted. Something juicy and red, covered in sauce and with a side of vegetables. Yes that sounded quite perfect. He'd have that. Pointing it out, he handed the menu back, a pleasant smile on his face. Soon. Soon, he would be fed and happy. Though, he was already pretty happy. Who would have thought that he of all people would be enjoying a meal with two ladies. Normally, he'd rather offer a sheepish wave and escape the presence of females as quickly as possible.

    As he apparently wasn't paying as much attention as he should have been, Take sure was. Demon worshiper? he asked, How exciting. Maybe they'd worship us.

    "Are demons a.. problem around here?" he asked curiously, suddenly scared for his life, but damned if he was going to show it, "What about spirits?" He pressed a hand to his chest, clutching at his coat. "That's a terrifying thought. I'd hate to run into an evil spirit on the road alone." Oh wait. He already did. Son of a-

    "I guess I've been lucky so far though." Ha ha. "Thank goodness." He held a smile on his face while Take silently mocked him. Mock all he wanted, he supposed, there was absolutely no way he could let that monster be known to these people. "I wonder if I just haven't yet traveled into an horribly 'dangerous' places. Mostly I go from settlement to settlement. A village here, a farmhouse there, you know. I'm an... entertainer." He perked up, being more proud of himself now after his earlier scare. "A lot of people lost their families, their homes, their money of course. If my music can cheer them up and make them forget for at least a day, then it's a good day for me."

    Turning his head to the Zora, he had a question. he was fairly sure he knew the answer, but he wanted to be sure... for better reasons on who he ought to be avoiding. "If you don't mind my asking... what exactly is an Inquisitor?"
     
  4. The zoran warrior’s eyes narrowed at Tea’s mention of Death Mountain. It was no secret that the denizens of the volcanic region had a very different idea of what constituted appropriate festivities. Zimo thought that the idea of gladiatorial death matches was disgusting, but alas the long arm of the Order did not extend so far as Death Mountain, nor even much further than West Hyrule Field. News that those undead vermin had a presence there as well was hardly surprising. “I have my sincere doubts the Hero would have approved of their ‘version of devotion’ as you so put it,” Zimo said with a curt nod. “It’s bloody disgusting, what they get up to up there. Putting slaves and prisoners out in the fighting pits to beat each other into pulps. Someday we’ll put a stop to it.” Someday, but certainly not today or any day in the near future.

    Tiketh, on the other hand, seemed more concerned about the subject of demons and spirits. “A problem?” Zimo said, quirking her good eye at the man. “No, not particularly. At least, not in numbers. The Order’s exorcists can usually deal with the odd malevolent poe that wanders into the village and starts haunting this or that without trouble. It’s the people we’ve got to look out for. Some of the Evil King’s old followers actually believe he was a demon deity reborn. Like some sort of dark messiah. Idiots, the lot of them, but that doesn’t make their views any less dangerous.”

    Getting nearer to distasteful conversation, Zimo was visibly relieved when Tiketh changed the subject to entertaining. “Oh hey, Tickles, you play music? What instrument do you play? My brother Arun plays the bonefish guitar, but I’ve got no musical talent myself.” In her school days she’d been in the local children’s choir, but her singing voice had never been particularly well developed.

    When Tiketh asked what an inquisitor was, Zimo leaned back in her chair and chuckled. “Wow, Tickles, you really aren’t from around here, are you. To put it in the simplest terms, we’re like sort of like… a police force for the Order of Rauru. With a bit more autonomy and expectations than your average town guard. Someone’s got to keep the people safe from demon-worshipers and dark forces. These are dangerous times, friend, peace treaty or not”
     
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    Tea smiled with half her mouth, nodding at the Zora’s determination. It would take a lot to make a Goron stop being rowdy, but she’d seen a few who’d ended up pretty devout. “Certainly is an ordeal,” she said quietly, but could see that the topic was strained and didn’t continue. Best to stay away from anything too depressing during a festival, and she honestly didn’t want to continue it either.


    Tea listened to the exchange, nodding along to the conversation. Tiketh seemed unnerved at the idea of spirits accosting you from where you can’t see- She didn’t blame him. Lots of stuff out there was pretty nasty. “If you know where to look, lots of demon worshiper types are about- though not around here, as much. Mostly around Kasuto and other places. Some are smarter than others but-” She gestured to Zimo. “as you’ve heard, not all of ‘em.” She ended with a lighthearted laugh.


    She perked up at the mention of music- Nobody was playing at the cafe, so they had to make due with the echos from the town square. “You play?” She thought a second, then added, “Your instrument is probably not tuned, huh. I think I could find someone to get that done for you, or just another instrument.” She didn’t quite know why she volunteered besides that sitting down was starting to feel slightly awkward, since she was the only person with food.

    There were dozens of people in the diner, and they’d both ordered meat, so it wasn’t much wonder that it was taking so long. Coffee was easy and fast if they had some going already. She took a sip from her cup, and decided it tasted a little watery. She didn’t really blame them, since the only place she had gotten better coffee was in Kasuto, but she was glad that she’d asked for it sweeter. Most of the food here was good, as a general rule, but nobody was doing well enough to make the cheap stuff better, not quite yet.


    Tea thought she’d chip in to the last thing Zimo had said. “The Inquisitors sometimes also have a lot of responsibilities like taking care of old people, if you aren’t lucky or good at it. They’re basically the village bicycle* when it comes to things like that. Plus they have a lot of restrictions on where you need to be and when you should be there, so I don’t join even if we see eye-to-eye on most everything. I've been out and everywhere recently, but I think I like it that way.” She nodded to Zimo, trying to show there were no hard feelings. She took another sip of her drink, waiting for a response.


    ((*some other term that makes sense in context? I don't know.))
     
  6. Tiketh

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    Dangerous times indeed, Benny. Or are you Tickles now? Hahaha! You should be more careful, Tickles. Don't want you wandering into somewhere sketchy and getting a dark spirit attached to you. Ha ha ha ha...

    Tiketh felt sick to his stomach. Incredibly sick. Suddenly, he wasn't even hungry anymore. Oh, if only he'd met this Zora a few years ago and had gotten such a warning before being a curious idiot following disembodied voices. He was so stupid and his stupidity had cost him dearly. Maybe he could find a church somewhere and get exorcised. It could rid him of the presence. Then again, if he tried, what if they thought he was evil and burned him at the stake? Or tied a stone to him to throw him off a bridge? Or what if they were to tie him to a table and twist his limbs until he confessed into being a demon he was clearly not? He needed to stop thinking about frightening things like that.

    As if understanding how he was feeling, Take tried a suggestion, Why don't you tell them about me? Maybe they'll take you to their holiest order and exorcise you away. I'd sure love to have this body all to myself.

    That sickening feeling worsened. He didn't want to die or lose his body. Where would he go if he was stuck being a bodiless soul floating through the world? Would he have to possess someone else in order to survive?

    "They really sound wonderful," he admitted, "I always respect anyone who tries to keep the people safe from dark forces these days. They are everywhere anyway and we need to be very careful."

    You couldn't be less careful if you tried...

    "Maybe someday when I get tired of entertaining, I should put some fighting skills back to use and become a guard or something." He smiled at the thought of himself being some great defender of a village or traveling caravan.

    Are you going to try and fight me, too? You'd only be hurting yourself.

    Shut the hell uuuup...! He tried to drown the voice out again by changing the subject. Reaching into his coat, he fished out a pretty but age worn fiddle. Setting it on the table, he ran his fingers over the smooth wood finish. "It's old, but it works well enough for when I use it. I play the guitar some and I've learned a few tunes on a harp. I... have a bit of a love for anything with strings, really, but this is my favorite. One of these days though I'll replace her for something newer and a bit more in style." He didn't even know how old the fiddle even was, only that it was older than he. "This was a gift from my father back when he was still alive. He encouraged me to learn how to play it, so I did."

    Ugh, this is getting disgustingly mushy. Let me know when you're done being sentimental and boring.

    Oh so that's how you get rid of him for a while! He needed to remember that.
     
  7. The inquisitor’s good eye twitched at Tea’s words, the insult clear to her ears whether or not it was wholly intended or in jest. She might have snapped some vulgar or unruly comment if not for the waitress choosing that precise moment to arrive with her order and giving her pause to reconsider. Perhaps initiates had a great deal of restrictions on them, but when did the lowest rung on any ladder of hierarchy ever do much more than basic grunt work? Zimo more or less had the autonomy to conduct her investigations as she pleased, in or out of the region, but there had been little reason to leave West Hyrule Field in recent months.

    “I guess it comes down to how much responsibility a person can manage,”
    Zimo grumbled, a tinge of venom worming its way into her voice. “Some folks like to play hero when it suits them, but can’t make the commitment to a greater ideal.” Perhaps the comment was uncalled for, but pride and pettiness were vices the zora had never quite managed to shake in their entirety.

    As if to shut her mouth before she said something with particular lack of grace, the aquatic woman took a large first bite of her smoked salmon sandwich, chewing as Tiketh spoke. Hearing about the instruments he played was moderately interesting, but the information that most grabbed her attention was the briefly voiced thought of becoming a guard. “Fighting skills, eh Tickles? What’s your instrument of choice there? I’ve a good arm for knives and kunai if you’re ever up for target practice.” There was a point in time when Zimo thought she might have focussed more on hand-to-hand combat with her bare fists, but she found her style too reckless and more prone to harming herself than her opponent. Perhaps things would have been different if she had owned some tool to compensate for her zeal, like one of those Power Bracelets she had heard stories about.

    Tiketh ended on a brief note about the fiddle being a gift from her father. “You can’t replace that!” She said, perhaps a bit more forcefully than she intended. “Look, there’s little I wouldn’t give for some keepsake from my father. He died during the war like so many others, and I never really got the chance to know him. I’m sure we can find a specialist to refurbish your fiddle, maybe even here in Rauru.”
     
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    Tea set down her cup slowly, sliding the saucer underneath it as she did so. ‘What.’ she thought, a single thin eyebrow arching, ’did she just say?’ She stared at the Zora, who was now chewing the newly-delivered sandwich, as though the subject was now closed. She sifted through the words in her head, but the insult was as plain as day- Unwarranted, low. Sure, Tea herself had made a slight jab, but it was in good taste. Nothing like the affront she’d just been faced with.

    She didn’t even hear what Tiketh was saying, and the coffee from her last sip was still in her mouth. It tasted like salt, now, and she could almost hear the blood pounding in her ears. This was supposed to be a happy time! Not only that, but Zimo was the kind of person she would expect to be less aggravating than an outright infidel.


    She swallowed, cleared her throat and spoke softly. “S’cuse me, Zimo?” She spoke slowly, purposefully, not wanting this to escalate. Not here, where people knew her, and definitely not without a sword to end it quickly. She didn’t relish the thought of an outright match to the death, but fists were not something she wanted to be using today, either, especially if Zimo wouldn’t be hampered as such. She wasn’t sure about magic, but knew several of the Inquisitors utilized it. “What was that, you said?” She paused again, clarifying something that wouldn’t need it. “Not about instruments. The responsibility thing. And what you said just after that.”

    She tilted her head slowly, still staring at the zora. “I’ll have you know.” She stopped again, choosing her words carefully. “That I could manage quite a lot of responsibility if I so chose.” She decided not to simply respond to the words. “And I assure you that I am no ‘play’ hero. As far as I know, you’re the one playing. If a badge and a title are all it takes to commit to this ‘greater ideal’ of heroism, maybe I’ll tell some of the local children about it. I’m sure they could do just as well as anyone else.” She smirked slightly, something that looked foreign on such a nice face.
     
  9. Tiketh

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    Are you going to play hero as well, Benny Boy? You play hero while I play the evil mastermind and together we'll make some sweet sweet destruction upon this world in an epic battle. Is that what you want? Or are you hoping I'll quietly disappear? Nooo... maybe you're hoping you can somehow sway me, get into my... metaphorical head... and get me to reconcile and become your bestest buddy.

    He had a few choice words he wanted to say to Take, but could utter none of them now. He'd need to speak aloud and talking to oneself was a sure sign of a psychotic lunatic as far as many Hyruleans were concerned. Instead, he shook his head and ran fingers through thick hair. He didn't have his hat with him and was dearly missing it. Without it, his head felt utterly naked and exposed.

    While he tried to block out Take, he was aware he had been asked about his weapon. With an absent look upon his face, he answered, "I mainly use long blades like my scythe. I'm not good with knives or hand to hand combat." The other Hylian wasn't looking too cheery, rather had gotten quiet, and he didn't know why, getting increasingly uncomfortable with speaking until he knew he wasn't about to be attacked... or worse.. the women attacking each other. Something about the opposite sex always unsettled him.

    He hoped to not get involved, fiddling with his fork and answering, "I.. I suppose I could keep my fiddle around for a while. It is rather important to me." If he could get it fixed up instead, there'd be no reason to try and get something new and unfamiliar. He was really starting to like the idea of keeping a family heirloom close. "Thanks for the advice," he answered, but quietly as the other lady, Tea, spoke up.

    His first thought was that she was wounded by some previous comment in their what he thought was a pleasant conversation. If he didn't know any better, he'd suspect a hint of venom in her tone. The last thing he wanted was to be in the middle of a fight. If they started going at it, he'd decide it high time to bail while he still had the chance. He gritted his teeth and shut his eyes, waiting for the coming storm. W-Wait now. There's nothing wrong with wanting to be a hero.. especially now with the world as it is, was what he was about to say, only... he found himself unable to speak.

    A slight smirk tugged at the corner of his mouth, head cast down, eyes half lidded. It was a look of pure satisfaction, not at the situation with the ladies, but with himself. "If you ask me, I think most 'heroes' nowadays are nothing more than actors hoping for glory or more rupees to fill the pockets of their fat asses. A true hero is so hard to find." He raised a hand, "I'm sorry for the outburst. It was rude of me. Continue as you were."

    If Tiketh could have willed himself to die right there, he would have. Well maybe he'd get lucky and someone would run him through right there and now and put him out of his misery before Take did something worse than being an ass.
     
  10. Perhaps the only thing that kept the suddenly tense conversation from descending into a fiery lashing of tongues was that Tea kept her words slow and purposeful. The hotheaded zoran warrior would have been quick to devolve into a barking—and possibly biting—hound if the hylian woman had been any more antagonistic. As it was, Zimo recalled her mentor’s earlier warning not to get into any fights this year’s festival. At the previous festival she had gotten into a fist fight over a perceived slight from a slightly inebriated man who may actually have been flirting in hindsight. The reprimanding she received from Ignatius and the local Legate Inquisitors had been embarrassing to say the least.

    “If I so chose,” Zimo repeated, letting the words simmer as she took a long sip from her mug. “A phrase that doesn’t really mean much, does it? It gets thrown around a lot, you know?” She fell into a recitation of examples. “I could quit smoking, if I so chose. I could quit drinking, if I so chose. I could quit gambling, if I so chose. I could quit philandering, if I so chose.” She shrugged, taking another bite out of her sandwich and gauging the look on Tiketh’s face. Grit teeth and eyes shut: he looked like a kid waiting for mommy and daddy to stop yelling at each other. And then he said something completely unexpected. Maybe Tiketh wasn’t as meek as she had been beginning to think.

    “Damn straight!” she said in agreement. If she had a glass of alcohol to raise, she would have, but she settled for raising her mug of salted caramel coffee. “Those ‘mercenary heroes’ are more interested in money and fame that actually doing good by the people of Hyrule. That’s why I stick with the Order of Rauru. Having some order and purpose behind a cause does it good.” She turned back to Tea. “Say whatever the hell you want about me, but don’t let me hear you insulting the Order’s Inquisition again. While you’re off gallivanting with gorons, or whatever it is you do, the Inquisitors are the ones keeping Rauru safe and orderly.”

    The zora had a bitter taste in her mouth from the arguing. Coffee just didn’t seem to be cutting it. Still, it would be a shame to waste the treat. Looking into the mug, she saw that there was a little more than half left. Bracing herself, she gulped down the still-hot liquid. It wasn’t as hot as when it had arrived, but still enough to make her wince slightly as it slid down her throat. Thumping the mug back down on the table, she rose to her feet. “Pleasure to meet you Tickles. Hope you can sort out the fiddle of yours.” Passing a glance towards Tea. “Keep your nose clean, kid.”

    Picking up the rest of her sandwich, Zimo dropped several blue rupees into the waitress’s hands as she came around and departed.
     
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    The Zora kept on talking, but Tea wasn’t seeing her point- She actually snorted at the use of the word ‘philandering.’ What was she getting at now?

    “Codfish, codfish.” She heard what the poe was saying this time, and quickly shut her mouth, which had been open, probably since the Zora had started talking, refusing to back down. She didn’t feel like arguing anymore. It was stupid, and the Zora was just ill-tempered. She wasn’t making any new points, this was the same thing about commitment as before. Tea shook her head dryly, tuning the rest of what she said out. She hadn’t wanted to start a row today, and so was fine with ignoring the insults and condescension.


    “Keep your nose clean, kid.”

    At that, Tea lifted her middle finger in an ill-mannered gesture, hoping the fish saw it. Turning her attention back towards Tiketh, she sort of stared for a moment. Taking a sip of her coffee, she shook her head again, this time in amazement. “I wasn’t expecting that kind of spine from you, Tiketh. Surprised me, that did.” She laughed slightly, sitting up and leaning towards his portion of the table more, forgetting the discarded chair the Zora had been at. She wasn’t even mad at the man, so shocked was she. He had seemed pretty mild-mannered until now, but he’d taken on a slightly… Edgier air, that’s how she’d put it. The look of satisfaction on his face was simultaneously infuriating and intriguing.

    “You said you have a scythe? I’ve never seen someone use that as a weapon before, if they’d had the choice.” She was imagining something closer to a sickle, but felt that wasn’t what he was talking about. Once she’d cornered a Lizalfos and he’d used one, but that was probably because it was the only weapon in sight. She wasn’t the best when it came to obscure weapons, but knew a farming implement wasn’t quite a ‘long knife.’


    “So, do you still want to get that instrument tuned up? ‘Cause I knew people who could point you in the right direction, at least.” She nodded to the bartender inside, but was mostly thinking her uncle would know about that kind of thing.
     
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    "The pleasure was all mine," Take mused as the Zora left. She was definitely not happy with the turn of events, seemingly unable to get out of there fast enough with how she downed the last gulp of her drink and took the sandwich to go. Take was a little disappointed as her company was amusing, but he was grateful for the almost-scuffle the pair had. It gave poor Tickles just enough distress to allow the spirit to worm his way in, seizing control. Sure, it wouldn't be long before the Hylian gathered his wits about him again and snatched back his body, but that didn't mean take couldn't have some fun for a while. A few hours of fun was always better than never having fun at all.

    He snickered as the Hylian offered a wonderfully executed and exceedingly rude hand signal to the disappearing Zora. What a clever move. Take was impressed, finding this woman all that much more interesting. Maybe they'd get along nicely. He picked up a long piece of carrot from his plate, munching into it. Tiketh had such terrible tastes in food. Take hated carrots, but what could he do? He had to pretend he was still the same person and besides, they hadn't eaten in a while and needed all the nutrients this body could get.

    Taking another chop of the disgusting veggie, Take grinned, "So sorry about that. It's just, when I feel strongly about something, I can't help but express my opinion no matter what it may be." He stared at the fellow Hylian with his beady red eyes, "I didn't realize you had so much spunk in you. I must admit it to be a pleasing revelation. It's always much more fun when women have something else to say other that pointless nagging or romantic dribble."

    There was an itching sensation at the back of his mind, Tiketh no doubt cursing him or pleading for him to hold his tongue. Don't you dare do anything to get us kicked out of here with a handful of new enemies.

    Take had nothing to add to the matter, nothing to say to the annoyingly helpless voice. Instead, he went on as before, "But anyway, you were asking..A scythe, I admit, is a difficult thing to master, just a farmer's tool for cutting grass and clearing fields. But as a weapon, it's so much better. Add some bite to it and it looks like something that people will see and no one will ever want to mess with you." Anyone and their mothers could get a sword and learn a few swings, but his weapon took more skill and practice and just looked so much cooler. Though, that would be if Take ever even cared to use it. Truth be told, he had no idea why Tiketh cared about such a thing, but he didn't give two flips. "Just something to scare the troublemakers and keep their greedy, bloodthirsty little mitts away from me. If people mess with my on the road, I don't think I'd lose any sleep over taking off a hand or two to teach them a lesson. And if they don't learn right away, then a shaft up the back end will also do nicely."

    He smiled playfully, drumming his fingers against the table, "I honestly prefer using magic though. It's far more effective in a fight and has a better outcome. It also has a little more.." He raised a hand, wiggling his fingers, "..a little more flair for the dramatic. It can also do a lot more damage. Damage is highly valued in a fight. If you've got to kill someone, best not leave any trace so it takes longer for people to notice and come looking for you."

    The smile remained, but he looked around the room, suddenly remembering the Hylian's annoying praise for his 'precious' fiddle. "I guess so long as I'm in town and there's so many people here, craftsman at work displaying their useless goodies always priced higher than they'll ever be worth, I should find someone who can fix up this piece if jun-" Remember now, Tiketh praises it above most everything else "-beautiful artwork. You know anyone who knows about music?"
     
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    Tea chuckled, finding herself liking this person just a bit more than before. He’d seemed pretty meek, a bit spineless, but now it seemed as though he at least knew how to express his opinions. A little bit strange in the way he phrased things, as though he was confident in what he said, but it was very… Eloquent. Precise and even a little bit snarky. She hadn’t noticed how red his eyes were before, though, and it wasn’t a colour she really trusted; Sheikah had once been a noble race, serving the crown and the like, but as of late they hadn’t been quite so trustworthy as a general rule. There was something more to this man then met the eye, for certain.


    Hearing what he said about spunk, she chuckled. “I guess we’ve both had a revelation about that then.” She let the slightly misogynistic statement fly, knowing that a lot of people harbored feelings like that and honestly, it wasn’t a topic to be broached today. “I’ve got a bit of energy in me, I’d think. I take up a weapon and beat up troublemakers and naysayers, so that’s kind of a requirement.” She spoke of her passtime idly, not really wanting the conversation to turn that way. She was interested as to where this was headed.

    Thinking about weapons again, she realized he was probably talking about a full-sized scythe, and not a small one like for weeds. “I would admit that’s a terrifying thing, the curvature of a scythe’s blade really is impressive. If you can actually wield it properly, though, that gives me a reason to respect ya’.” She tilted her head jauntily, showing she didn’t quite doubt it from the way he said it, but saw it as interesting either way.


    She shivered at the mention of magic. It wasn’t something she much cared for, in her opinion a coward’s tool- the way Tiketh described it, though, only enforced that opinion. She remembered the mangled corpse of a bull moblin she’d once seen, half its chest completely missing, and the rest of its skin roasted badly. In her opinion this went right past ‘dramatic flair’ and to ‘morbid fascination,’ but it made her want to see the actual casting firsthand. “Without leaving any trace? What kind of magic can do that?” She shook her head, smiling disbelievingly. “I’ve seen a couple people hit by spells, the scars are there. Can you really just… Scoop someone out of existence?”


    She looked over her shoulder, gauging the time. Closer to the evening than noon by now, definitely, but still before when Uncle usually went to sleep. She responded to his last question, shrugging. “Uh, yeah, I think. We could ask most people here, but my uncle probably would be the best shot.” She did not relish another trip to her uncle’s home. She’d already spent quite a lot of time with him, and neither of them were really on good terms as of late. Things were strained since she left, and he was getting ornery in his old age. Grandmother was much nicer nowwadays, and that was saying something for a bat who like to point out every reason Tea wasn’t married by now.


    Downing the last of her now-lukewarm coffee, she looked to Tiketh. ”Do you plan to stay in town for tonight, or do you have somewhere else?” He might have had a tent, or already set one up, but inns around here honestly weren’t that expensive. “Wouldn’t blame you if you left before evening, but the town’s the most exciting it’ll be for the next…” She pretended to think, then grinned. “Four seasons.”
     
  14. Tiketh

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    Whether or not Take was bluffing was a up for debate. He was grinning from ear to ear, shiny white teeth gleaming in the light. Tiketh's magic was something the spirit was highly fond of. Though the Hylian preferred a physical weapon to back him up, the spirit was more interested in draining the lad's energy with as much showy magic as he could perform int he time he was able to walk about in their shared body. "I can do all kinds of things with my magic," he confirmed, "My specialty is with shadow magic. It's less messy than burning things to a crisp or impaling them with ice, wouldn't you agree? Why fry someone and leave a mess when I can just hide them in the shadows and walk away with my hands clean." He sized up a toothpick he'd found in a dish on the table and picked at his teeth with it.

    "A scythe on the other hand... while it's a little bulky to carry around, I've found a way to manage." He only just then realized he'd left the thing propped against the door like a common walking staff. He turned his head, eyeing it carefully. It was still there. No one had stolen it. Good. He didn't want it over here anyway. He might have been asked to demonstrate were it here and, truth be told, Take had spent too much time playing with magic and not enough with that curvy blade to know the proper way to swing it. He thought. Maybe he could play it up some more how wonderful it was, then clumsily swing it about, and make Tickles look like a complete fool later. That'd always be fun. Maybe he ought to go get it...

    "I'll get it later," he muttered, too lazy to get up after all.

    Tiketh was weirdly quiet, probably sulking somewhere in his mind and trying to ignore the conversation, hoping he did nothing to horribly tarnish his reputation. But where would the fun in that be?

    "I'll have to stay for a while," he admitted, "I haven't anywhere to go and I have a feeling it won't be quick work fixing my-" stupid "-precious fiddle." He smiled as innocently as he could, spitting the toothpick away carelessly. Let someone else throw it away. "Besides," he added, "I'm more than curious to know what the night life is like around here." His smile grew more devious by the second, "It's been quite some time since I've been among people. I get lonely."
     
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    Tea chuckled, looking at him with a hint of playful skepticism. She then nodded in a more thoughtful way, even though she really knew very little about magic. “That does sound a lot more logical,” she mused, “and I suppose if you know how to do it, I don’t blame you for liking to. I’ve always seen magic as a bit shady, to be blunt.” Magic was unnerving to Tea, as you might have gussed. She preferred things simpler, a blade against another. Even shields made her a little bit angry. She glanced at the toothpick, watching his fingers manipulate the thin piece of wood. He flicked it away, and her stupor was broken.

    She traced his glance to where the scythe stood against the door. If he hadn’t pointed out that the piece of metal folded next to it was the blade, she never would have guessed it to be any sort of practical weapon. It obviously hinged, then, to make its crescent horizontal- She still didn’t see why anyone would take that over something like, say, a polearm or any other type, since a scythe could never stab, but she figured keeping track of the sharp end was as much a trouble for the opponent as it was for the wielder. She wished swords were as easy to cary as that. A pole even helped walking, but a longsword was just dead weight until it came time to fight.

    “You want me to point you in the direction of some rooms? I know a few people who could rent out, or you could get a place at the inn, if they still have room.” Under normal circumstances she would have offered her uncle’s house, but Tiketh didn’t seem like the kind of person she would want around family. Maybe as a friend, but not as a family friend. That would be weird, especially since he’d mentioned night life.
    She chuckled, shaking her head pitifully. “I’m gonna speak my mind now, cause Zimo’s gone. The people here are too devoted to their virtues to actually indulge, and those who aren’t are too scared to. The inquisitors tax for public disturbances, see, so any kind of bar is generally pretty risky to stay at long and leave from.” She realized she had spoken of the town in the third person. Maybe she was growing away from the order and strict devotion of Rauru.

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    Take hated this town so much already and they'd only just got here. He hated it because the slightest disturbance on his part could cause such a huge uproar that he and his host may have every well been put in danger. As much as he liked to mess with the folks and mess with Tiketh even more, getting killed or locked up would not benefit anyone. Being locked up alone with no one's company but the cheery and irritatingly polite Hylian would be the worse of two evils. At least with the body dead, he could just be on his way and possibly find a new host to inhabit. He wasn't sure exactly how this possession deal worked, only that he'd somehow managed to pull it off. Could he pull it off again with someone else just as easily?

    He was frowning. "It's a pity these people are so uptight. I admit that I've only heard a small bit about them, but it already irritates me." He wasn't going to get along with anyone here, was he? The moment he tried to speak his mind, he'd be suspected of probably something blasphemous and horrid and would be chased out with torches and pitch forks. At least, that was what his imagination told him about it. His imagination ran wild with other ideas, and a vivid set of images of him stabbing someone's face in. He was itching for conflict, but another itch in his head gave him pause.

    Could you at least try to behave for once?

    Much to both their surprise, he did. He smiled, as innocent and perfect as he could make it. "But I can't complain. I'm sure everyone's entitled to their own opinions and ideas and that is perfect acceptable. I'll try not to judge and express my hate for such moronic things so openly and loudly. Ah, forgive my bluntness. Sometimes it's hard to hold one's tongue." With Take it was always very hard. Antagonizing people off was just too much to bit his words back and be a 'good boy'.

    "If there aren't any vacancies anywhere, I will be alright," he confirmed, "I'll just finish my food and be on my way. I wouldn't want to overstay my welcome here after all. But by all means, it's worth trying. Let's find me a room for the night."
     
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    Tea tilted her head, conceding his point. “Yeah, they’re pretty uptight. Nice and charming, the lot of them-” She glanced at the patrons inside and outside the cafe, listening to the cheerful din of the festival. “-but pretty stuffy.” She looked at the man, unsure what her opinion of him was anymore. He seemed to be holding his tongue on some things, as though he wanted to be less polite than he was acting.

    “Yeah, most people here actually just settled ‘cause they were of like minds. People who grew up after that were raised to think like them, and,” She chuckled, pointing to herself and crossing her eyes comically. “You end up with nuts like me, who think they can actually do something about murderers and liars.” She laughed at her own joke gently, not sure she’d gotten it across quite properly.

    She laughed harder once Tiketh started talking, almost not hearing the end of what he said. “You’re a character, Tiketh, you know that? Really are.” She wiped at a tear that wasn’t actually there, pushing the table and tilting her chair back. “I honestly like it when people are a bit louder and open here. It’s fresh, and I think Kasuto has a few things about that right. Rauru certainly has reasons for their end of the rivalry.”


    Shifting in her seat and crossing her legs, she leaned back, readjusting her skirt. The cafe was filling up again, the sun reaching further and further across the sky. “If you wanna find a room, then, we should get going. Some people wait til the last minute for it, so it’s a good idea to plan ahead a bit.” She was being a little bit cagey about it one purpose, not exactly wanting to have to find a specific person for him to stay with. Maybe the inn would have vacancies, but she really didn’t want to end up taking him to her grandmother or uncle.

    The waitress came by and took her mug, but Tea held her there for a minute while she took a bottle out of her left pocket and handed it to her, asking for some soup. She was a bit peckish now, and it didn’t look like she would be back here for a bit if she left. She payed, taking count of the few rupees she had to her entire perdon.
     
  18. Tiketh

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    This place makes me uneasy. We should leave, Take. If the people here find out about us, we'll both be in trouble. If I die, Take, you'll die.

    Oh like he needed the annoying voice in the back of his head to state the obvious. He willed the Hylian to shut the hell up, already irritated that he'd dare talk to him as if he were the one in charge. He'd get his body back in due time, but for the time being now, Take didn't need to heed a word he was saying. It was ore fun that way. He did, however, agree with him that they shouldn't remain here much longer. Still, now just because Tiketh insisted they leave, he was more inclined to stay if just to make him nervous.

    He was a bit surprised when the woman started laughing. He had no idea what was so funny, at first assuming she thought him a joke. His eyes darkened, but only briefly, and then relaxed. there was no reason to get upset. She wasn't laughing at him. Not really. He could be funny and maybe even charming if he put his mind to it. He took a gulp from a drink that had been set before him, forgotten for the longest time, "I'm glad I could amuse you. I like to speak my mind. When people keep things bottled up just to try and impress those around them, it makes me crazy."

    He added, "I don't get along with people easily because of it. And I don't like many people anyway. But I like you. I'm looking forward to creating a wonderful friendship with you, Tea, for as long as it will last."

    Why does that make it seem like you're going try and murder her and leave her along the side of the road as soon as she gets boring?

    Take blinked. Gods, is that what he thought? Was Take not allowed to actually maybe kind of like someone? He was always expected to hate everything unless it suited his interests in some other way. He shook his head. Tiketh had a lot to learn about him. Yes sir, he did. Though, he knew him so well, so he wasn't always so wrong... Not always.

    He rose, stretching his arms. Holding up his hands, he cracked his knuckles, then his neck as if it would somehow bother Tiketh by showing him just who was in full control at the moment. "Let's get going then," he agreed, "What inns are around here? I don't want any hole in the ground rat nest where I'm bound to get lice and fifteen other bugs while I sleep." He actually had no idea how many rupees Tiketh had on him, but was determined to spend as many as it took to get a night's rest on something clean and comfortable.
     
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    Tea nodded along with what he was saying until about halfway through his second line, when she simply froze. If that wasn’t the creepiest thing that had ever been said to her, she really wasn’t sure what would be. Sure, she’d gotten catcalls and such, but the words knitted together before her left her mouth slightly open and her eyes wide.

    “I-” She stopped herself, realizing she had no idea what she would say. She had never been confronted with something so absurd- not only was it just more than a bit libidinous, it just came across as creepy. She paused, biting her lip and smiling confusedly, then continued. ”-I think you phrased that wrong? ‘Cause from the way you said it it sounds like you’ll kill me in my sleep and leave my corpse to rot in a cornfield as soon as I start being boring.” She laughed slightly, still staring into his red, red eyes.


    She stood up slowly, mouth quirked a bit. Tiketh was giving her a strange vibe, now. He kept of giving off this weird feeling, like he wasn’t quite normal. She didn’t really want to leave, though. He was probably the most exciting person the town had in it at the moment. It would be much more entertaining to hang out with this strange fellow than with anyone like the old men with boring and horrific war stories- He seemed like the kind of person who could get drunk and not have to go to the Order the next day to bleed out all the sins he’d committed.


    “We only have one inn, so there isn’t much choice there. It isn’t quite a hole in the ground, but if you want something actually nice you’d be better off rooming in someone’s house- And you’d have to be careful which house.” She chuckled, knowing full well that very few of the homes here were particularly nice. It was hard to keep the bedbugs out, and many of the mystical remedies for things like that were deemed improper by the order. Sure, the homes where those better off lived were nicer, but Tea wasn’t quite sure any of them would rent out anything for just a night.

    “If you want anything nice, you might be able to convince some of the richer people here with some exorbitant sum.” She knew her uncle had a spare bed, but it was hardly more than wicker and wood.
     
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    "Oh I would never do such a horrid, rotten thing," Take defended helplessly, "I'm not like that at all. I swear it." He probably had his fingers crossed behind his back or something, at least that was what Tiketh assumed. Convincing as the spirit may have sounded and may yet sound to others, Tiketh wasn't at all. As far as he was concerned, Take would never change. He was evil. Pure evil. Then again, anyone would say that about someone who invaded their body with the intention of one day driving you out and making it their own.

    He arched an eyebrow, wanting to ask why he'd need to be careful which house to stay in. Were there people here that would seek to do him harm if he dared sleep before them? Maybe it was the opposite and they'd lock him within the home and make him stay forever? Or maybe there were some folks here that were in the habit of just being terrible hosts.

    "As long as it's a bed without lice or rats, I think I'll be okay." He still would have preferred the company of a full bodied woman that would make the Hylian within squirm with the loss of any values and modesty he still had. Though the company of a man for an evening would probably make it so much better. He would be willing to experiment and put up with such things to see how Tiketh would react. "And don't worry," he added, not letting his thoughts slip, "I can pay whatever needs be paid. Price is no issue."

    Yes it is.

    "Nope. Definitely not a problem."

    He moved to the door, collecting his scythe (Tiketh's scythe), leaning on it like he would a staff. He examined it. With the blade angled down as it was, out of the way, it curved back inward and snuggled neatly against the handle. As much as he thought the thing was stupid and bulky, he had to admit he liked the design.
     

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