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Discussion in 'Haunted Forest' started by Catrina, Nov 18, 2017.

  1. Reyn Esparza

    Reyn Esparza The Performer
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    Reyn sat there, in a daze, half-listening to the Stalfos' odd rambling about feeling things and wanting people to see through his frightening appearance. He looked at the skeleton as he downed the last of his disgusting remedy. "If you're so dead-set on getting people to like you, why do you live in the Haunted Forest? Seems counter-productive," he asked, his curiosity finally piqued.

    Somewhere, in the middle of a snowfield - when was this drink going to start having an effect? - the witch was making a different kind of concoction for Bryar to potentially regain his memories. She didn't seem like a very nice person, constantly answering Catrina's questions with angry snaps and sass. He supposed it didn't make sense for a witch in the forest to be kind. Out of nowhere, as the Twili was downing his potion, the woman attacked him with a frying pan, sending him sprawling on the floor in front of them. "Was that necessary?!" Reyn asked the witch accusingly, looking down at his friend writhing on the floor.

    Very quickly, through the agony he looked like he was in, Bryar began to voice several jumbled, nonsensical thoughts. Things about pants and people who loved him. Was the magic working? "Do you think he's going to be okay?" he asked Catrina, leaning over to her without taking his eyes off the young man on the floor. What a strange bit of entertainment this was. He wished he had a snack to enjoy it better.
     
  2. Bryar

    Bryar In Visions of the Dark Night
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    (was told to go ahead of Catrina)

    Troubled, the Stalfos had its head bowed. Bryar saw it, but couldn't quite recall what happened. he was too absorbed in his own thoughts to bethinking about it, but the creature looked maybe... upset? It was hard to tell when, for starters, it was hooded and shrouded, but it also had no facial expressions with the obvious point that it... really had no face. "If I leave the forest... and people see me... they might get scared and attack me," he answered, "Sure, they say there is a peace between everyone, but barely anyone cares. Most people that see a Stalfos or any other.... being like me... will just straight away assume we're up to no good and want to hurt people. And they scare me.. so I hide here."

    The thief had no idea what he was talking about though. How long had he been gone? Wait. Had he been gone? What exactly had happened? He groaned and rubbed his head curiously., feeling almost the need to apologize. Though, he wasn't the one that beat anyone with a frying pan... "What happened?" he asked once the Stal was finished babbling. "Am I still... alive?" He squinted his eyes first at the witch, then his friends. "I didn't say anything stupid... did I?" Like about pants... The image of that was still in his head and he frowned, trying to shake it out and not be weighed down by silly things.

    "I saw the mountain,"
    he explained, "I was with the woman and we were getting rid of something terrible, burning it in the fire. I think... I think she may be in danger. Others may be in danger. There was this... creature. Maybe that was what attacked me. it must have gotten loose!" He wanted to suggest they go find it and stop it, but that seemed reckless when he didn't even know what it was or how it was dangerous. And he couldn't put his friends in peril like that.
     
  3. Catrina

    Catrina Ride My Bicycle
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    Catrina pursed her lips together tightly in an attempt to keep herself from laughing. Helplessly the corners of her mouth twitched. Bryar was twitching about on the floor worrying about his pants while Reyn was trying to fend off the overly chatty skeleton. She had no objection to the way in which the witch conducted herself. Catrina was a monk, she did not understand obscure medicine and would not pretend to.

    "I think he'll be...fine..." she muttered, still trying not to laugh. "I mean in the grand scheme of things. He's going to have a bump though for sure!"

    The effects of the potion were kicking in and she had never been happier to see things in the color that they had been originally assigned. "Yep, alone and fine. Your pants are fine too." She grabbed Bryar and hoisted him back into a chair feeling a smug sense of achievement that her crazy witch had actually worked.

    "You think this creature wasn't destroyed but out there somewhere? Stealing...pants?" It didn't really seem like an offense that would cause one to lose their memory but perhaps all the ramblings hadn't been connected. "Did you see anything that might tell us where to find it? The only volcano I can think of is Death Mountain..."
     
  4. Reyn Esparza

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    "Sorry to hear that," the escort blankly replied to the skeleton's sad explanation, unsure what else to say. How did you make a Stalfos feel better about the fact that everyone hated him and wanted to do bad things to him? Nothing the human could say would really do the trick. And he didn't want to tire himself trying. Why bother?

    Finally, Bryar came to his senses, mumbling about a woman being in danger and potentially knowing who attacked him. "So... you think that's who attacked you? You still don't know?" Reyn asked, eyebrow quirked. "So much for a cure," he muttered in the witch's direction, disappointment written plainly across his face. Had they seriously just gone through pure, unadulterated hell in this damn forest for a clue as to Bryar's past? He hadn't done all this just for his Twili companion to get an inkling of where to look next. He wanted answers, final ones, so they could all get this stupid adventure over with and go back to their lives. They weren't adventurers. Or at least he wasn't.

    It seemed like Catrina chose the exact moment of Reyn's frustrations reaching their climax to bring up Death Mountain as a potential next destination. "No. I'm sorry, no," the Kasutan blurted out, rising from his chair. Oh, wow. He was feeling so much better. But that wasn't the point right now. "I almost just died in this stupid forest. I'm not going to also follow you into a volcano now because a magic vision told you to go there. That's crazy," he declared angrily at the Gerudo and the Twili.
     
  5. Bryar

    Bryar In Visions of the Dark Night
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    "I'm sorry," Bryar said sadly, head bowed, eyes shut. He sighed deeply like this was all his fault. He felt like it was his fault they'd gotten hurt in these woods, like it was his fault they might have died, like it was even his own fault that this 'cure' he'd gotten here barely even worked at all. He only got bits and pieces and no real lead except for this volcano. "I wish I could tell you more. I remember some things, but it's still a bit blurry... and... disconnected." It was there, but he couldn't yet piece it all together. He needed more. He probably needed a rest first to get his head back straight. He was aching, head throbbing. Maybe when the pain subsided, he'd be able to think more clearly.

    Reyn was angry, and probably rightfully so. Bryar couldn't help but feel responsible. He was reckless and selfish and he dragged these two along for the ride without understanding all the risks. He would not raise his head, wouldn't look at the man. He kept his gaze on the floor as he answered with another apology. "I am sorry for what happened. You can call me stupid if you want to." He did not force them to come to these woods and he'd ask no one to continue this journey. If Reyn would not go, he couldn't help but suspect maybe Catrina would also start rethinking this little adventure of theirs.

    "This is very important to me."
    Finally now, he did raise his head, red eyes locked on the human. "If I have lost myself, I have the right to at least find out why, and I will go. I cannot stop until I've figured out this mystery. I will not ask either of you to come with me. I don't know if it's dangerous or not, and I would never put friends at risk of some unknown. Stop now if you want to, I will not be upset."

    The Twili got to his feet slowly, a hand to the back of his head to gently probe and rub where he'd been struck. If there was any lasting wound, he couldn't tell by touch. At the very least, his brains were not leaking out and that was very good news. "I'd feel better having someone with me, but I'll go alone if I must." He extended a hand, "If you two stay behind and I'm on my own, then we can at least part as friends. Can I thank you for the help you've both given me?"
     

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