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Discussion in 'Rauru Village' started by Zimo Aririke, Oct 25, 2017.

  1. The Aririke Townhouse shared exterior walls with the narrow houses to its left and right. The building was old, built long before the war with repairs that had been done here and there afterwards. As such, some of the brick was quite old, while other sections had been replaced in recent years. Two stories in height, the townhouse was nonetheless quite narrow itself, easily taller than it was wide. The steps outside were decorated with potted plants, though there was no lawn or grass outside—the row of townhouses was just off a street in central Rauru.

    Walking inside, one would be greeted by a small entryway with a narrow staircase, which connected to a sitting room and kitchen with a dinette and six chairs. Going upstairs, there were four rooms which were quite cramped, having both a bed and a bathtub taking up nearly all the space in each. Zimo’s room had somehow managed to fit a tiny desk and chair inside, as well as a hanging leather sack that appeared to have been beaten and battered into disrepair. In the hallway was a dumbwaiter, which allowed buckets of water to be easily transported upstairs to fill the bathtubs for the zoran residents.

    The kitchen downstairs had a back door, and behind the row of townhouses was a long shared yard in which children sometimes played, as well as a group of disconnected privy rooms in which the residents and their guests could wash up and take care of themselves.

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    Zimo jogged ahead slightly as the trio began to approach her home. “This is it, home sweet home,” she said, turning a key in the lock and letting her friends in. Growing up, it had been Mother, Arlena, Arun, and Anemone, as well as the young Asherah herself. The house was perhaps cramped with so many people, but she had just considered it cozy. After all, the entire village had been her home. “Anyone around?” Zimo shouted, the sound echoing a bit off of the narrow walls of the house.

    There was silence for a brief moment, but then someone called down from upstairs: “Ash? You’re home! Mom’s at the church, so it’s just me. She’ll be glad to see you!”

    “Come on down, Annie,” Zimo called back up. “I brought guests. There any food?” She turned to Sira and Tiketh. “Welcome home guys, my place is yours. Make yourselves comfy and relax. You’ve earned it”

    The person upstairs shouted back: "Kay, just gimme a few!"
     
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  2. Tiketh

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    Soon enough, they came upon the house and Tiketh studied it, a smile on his face. "It's beautiful," he said, "Even nicer than the manor." The Tiketh Manor was big in size, but it was so empty and lonely. Tiketh himself didn't remember much of it, but he did not recall it ever being very full. After all, his family was not all that grand. Him, his parents, and his sister... there wasn't much else to it. Catching his first glimpse of Zimo's family (even if just a voice for now), he wished he had something like that to return to after a long trip. Maybe he ought to get married and have some children...

    He shook that thought away, cheeks already burning red. He didn't want to think about that. Girls. Women. Anyone that showed that sort of interest in him... he hardly knew how to handle them. Now Zimo and Nasira were different. They were friends and neither seemed quite interested in him in that way. That made it easier for him to interact with them both. They both acted more like... dare he say it... guys.. than pretty, flirty ladies. Not that acting like that was a bad thing! It was a good thing he wasn't saying these thoughts out loud.

    "Who was that?"
    he asked curiously about the one shouting down to her. "Sounds nice enough. Thank you again for letting us stay here." He was starting to realize he was thanking her an awful lot for the exact same thing over and over, but alas, at least he wasn't apologizing over and over and over. "I promise not to make a mess or cause trouble while I'm here. And I still hold to it and I'll help with anything you need done around here."
     
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    Eyeing up the abode, Sira looked up and down impressed with how tall it was. Her own home was a single floor though it was wide and spacious. Enough space for all of the girls and her parents. Though it looked like it fit into the aesthetic of the village. Charming and old but lovely with its reworking appearance.

    She'd raise a brow to Tiketh's comment then nod along seeing how it was much more appealing than the damaged and decrepit manor that made great firewood. Upon their entrance another voice greeted Zimo as she suddenly felt oddly out of sorts. As if she ought to be wearing something a little more put together. Shifting her shoulders to square off, she watched and kept silent for now. Careful not to touch anything, it was always strange to be in someone else's home. Different rules and charm, she was a bit uneasy but tried to not to seem too awkward in the moment.

    "You just focus on getting better." Sira uttered to Tiketh, "I'm sure Zimo would appreciate you to be a guest that got better instead."
     
  4. “She’s right you know, Ben,” Zimo said seriously, agreeing with Nasira’s sentiment. “Take off your shoes and have a lay down on the couch. You don’t owe me anything, like, at all.” Had he forgotten she had burnt down his old family manor? It may have been in a state of disrepair but… well, the zora couldn’t make herself accept an offer of helping with chores or whatever Tiketh was going on about. Besides, what sort of trouble could a man so squishy in demeanour as he, possibly cause? Zimo thought herself awkward at times, but Tiketh could take it to an almost outrageous level of apologeticness. “You’ve got a lot to celebrate, Tickles,” she found herself saying. “Along with the bad, I mean. There’s no more crazy ghost out to get you and your family now, after all.”

    Leading the way into the sitting room, Zimo played the part of gracious host in pointing at the chairs and demanding “Sit,” at her guests. “That was my sister, Anemone, by the way. She’ll be down in—or, here she is.”

    Down the stairs came a blur of a woman visible over the railing, who rounded the corner at the base and practically jogged into the sitting room. “Hey! Guests! I’m Annie, nice to meet you—oh, are you Gerudo? I didn’t think Ash had a good time with you gals ever since that whole—”

    “Annie!” Zimo growled, cutting off the peppy young woman with a glare. She didn’t need Sira learning about that part of her past, especially so soon after a harrowing adventure. “These are a couple friends of mine, Nasira and Benjamin. I met them during… work.”

    Annie nodded in response, used to lackluster explanations most of the time. She had long since accepted that inquisitors were a naturally secretive bunch that didn’t the details of their jobs without good reason. “Nice to meet you two!” She cheerily held out a white-palmed hand for to shake whoever would grasp it first.

    The back of that hand, and indeed her arm and most of her whole self, was a light pinkish colour which contrasted starkly against the dark blue of her sister. Anemone had inherited the colouring of her father Salmoneus, it seemed, whereas Zimo had instead inherited his half-Zolan features: the fin down her spine and webbed fingers. Annie was a lot more dainty in build, her back smooth and fingers separated—allowing for a dexterity which would explain the bow and quiver of arrows sitting at the door. Like her sister, the chipper zora had a natural ‘skirt’ made from the fins hanging from her waist, though hers had a part at the front which left a little less to the imagination than the other’s. Her most notable feature, however, was the wash of pink and red tendrils which fell down her crown like hair, though a short, fishy head-tail poked through at the back—it seemed quite evident that the name Anemone was fitting for her.
     
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    Half tempted to guide Tiketh herself should he feel the need to dispute, it was clear he was under the weather. Honestly, she would prefer if he rested or napped, just so maybe he could glean a sense of eventual semblance. After all what had happened, they all needed it. Just some more than others. The mention of celebration she could nod along though it stopped with the arrival of the stark pink sibling. The contrast between the pair was startling. Dark and light, not to mention it wasn’t hard to pick up on their personalities; shifting from the other as well.

    Sira was about to say something in response to Annie, though her eyes widened. “A good time with you gals?” Shifting a look to the zora, a brow lifted. “Oh, this sounds like it could either be very interesting or very embarrassing in a different light.” Chuckling at it, as she locked her hands around her hips, the gerudo chuckled. Being curious now, she might have to poke at Zimo to explain but it would be best out of ear shot of her sibling.

    Taking the white palm of the zora, Sira gave a warm grin. “Same to you Annie. I didn’t know Zimo had such a bright spirited sibling.” She assumed all of them would be as steely and focus driven as Zimo. It was such a strange thing not to have that come to truth, but it wasn’t unwelcomed. “Hope you don’t mind the intrusion,
     
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    Waiting his turn patiently to meet this Anemone, the Hylian was all smiled and cheer at the first real sight of Zimo's family. So far, everything seemed nice and hospitable. "It's very nice to meet you," he said, "I'm happy to be here really. I'm sorry if I'm feeling a little... not myself. Kind of under the weather and I don't mean to be a bother or anything. Zimo and Nasira have been very good at taking care of me, for which I'm grateful. I hope when I'm feeling.. less.. uh..." he was going to say 'poopy' but would that be a rude thing to say in front of a bunch of ladies? "..awful, we can do this again better."

    Backing off a little, he made for the first comfortable piece of furniture he could find to sit on. Practically collapsing onto a couch, he let out a defeated groan followed by a very relaxed sigh. This couch... was super comfortable after such a long trip. "This sure is nice," he remarked, "Your home is very cozy and warm. But uhm.. may I ask.." He really didn't want to be sick here, didn't want to be feeling so awful. Worried about his own well being, he finished by asking, "May I ask where your bathroom is?" Did Zora's have bathroom? Wait, that was a dumb and insensitive thought to be having. Why did he think that? He felt stupid now.

    He was going to make some excuse for reasons unknown, but everything that popped into his head was akin to 'I have to take a leak' and he was surrounded by women and that all still just felt rude. "I'm just not feeling well, I'm sorry." Was that an excuse? Wait, they already knew that. Why was this all so incredibly awkward suddenly?
     
  7. ((Marking this post as a flaskback point, if I ever actually get to writing it…))

    The rush of blood which entered the zora’s cheeks turned her blue face a shade of purple rather than blushing red. She belatedly realized the implication of Anemone’s comment, which was a fair way very far away from what Zimo had been concerned about coming to light. In a way, it was a blessing to have the comment interpreted that way though. Minor embarrassment was far preferable to Nasira learning about the zora’s involvement in the incident at Alder Hill. It was a certainty that that wouldn’t be taken in quite as good spirits.

    “Not interesting or embarrassing,” Zimo said, swallowing the lump in her throat. Why did Annie have to be such a blatherer? “And for the record, the ‘good times’ you’re thinking of aren’t something I have the time or commitment for. That crap takes too much effort and isn’t worth the drama.”

    Annie took the opportunity to pipe up, “She’s just grumpy because she’s never gotten past third—”

    “Seriously Annie, give it a rest,” Zimo interrupted. “Ben could use something more to eat, and none of us have had a proper meal yet.” The pumpkin soup had really just been to tide them over. “There a pot of something to warm up?” Giggling to herself, the lighter-hued zora strode over to the kitchen—which wasn’t separated from the sitting room by anything except a counter, so she was still very much present in the group.

    “I’m glad you like our home, Benjamin,” Annie said, with a deceivingly coy smile. “You seem sweet. Have you known Ash for very long? Just work friends or…” she allowed the statement to trail off unfinished, flashing the trio a mischievous smile that gave Zimo the urge to bop her on the head with one of the wooden cooking spoons sitting on the counter.

    “Bathrooms are out back,” she said. “There’s a row of them, for this row of townhouses. You can use the kitchen door.”

    “It’s unlocked,” Annie added.

    Zimo continued, “Don’t need an escort, I hope. Just holler if you fall in or there’s a raccoon.”
     
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    Covering her lips with a press of fingers, she knew better than to ask anything else. Even if it was severely tempting. Zimo was blushing making it all the harder not to poke and tease the hardened woman. Family, they were good for making a person super embarrassed.

    Eyeing up Annie with a chuckle, she took the chance to look over Tiketh. “Just need to wrap you up in a warm blanket and you’ll be all set.” It did look comfortable but unlike her comrade, she wasn’t sick and didn’t want to be a lazy arse even. “Do you need any help?” Sira offered knowing that her mother would be giving her the wicked eye if she didn’t offer. Some teachings were buried deep within her flesh. Hard to ignore.

    Annie on the other hand was cheeky. “Work friends.” Sira took the chance to fill in, “Ben-” She’d use this moment, “Is far too docile to contend with Zimo in that department. We were just helping him, and we needed Zimo’s expertise. No offense to you Ben but I can see Zimo needs someone to quarrel her own fierceness with that of their own” Framing her hands back to her hips, an eye watched Tiketh as he asked for a washroom.

    “Wait raccoons?” Jerking her focus back to Zimo, “Goddesses, that sounds… unpleasant.
     
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    "Thank you," he said, "I just figured I would ask. In case I need to..." He trailed off and didn't bother finishing that thought. They'd probably understand what he meant. He would hold on a bit longer. "I hope there are no raccoons in there. That sounds.. frightening while someone is trying to, er... conduct their business." Ever so slowly, Tiketh was wondering if he was digging himself an early grave here among these ladies. He had no idea what was up with him all of a sudden. They weren't this awkward for him before and now they were. He didn't like it. Maybe it was the coming of the lovely Zora Anemone that started it.

    He could feel his face burning. He wanted to get out of here. Maybe he'd make an excuse to allow himself some leave soon. "It's... n-nothing like any of that, really. We were on a job together and we're friends. Zimo is a very wonderful person and so good to me." He took no offense to the way it made it sound like Nasira was either calling him weak or fragile. He owned up to it if she was. He didn't like to fight if he didn't have to and tried to stay away from violence. "It's alright though," he admitted, "If I'm not... fierce. I think there is a saying for it, though I cannot remember." Something like he was more of a lover than a fighter? Though, it didn't even fit because he wasn't exactly a lover. He could barely even hold off here with a room full of people of the opposite sex.

    "But I think I will go find that... bathroom quick. Excuse me, please."
    Hoisting himself off the couch, he made his way to and out the door outside. About as soon as he had gotten out the door, he collapsed. On his knees, he grimaced, gripping his head. Fingers digging into his scalp, he couldn't stand it! It hurt so much. His whole skull felt like it was splitting open, the most uncomfortable of thoughts, and it felt like something was swimming around in his gut. Sitting there on the ground, he tried taking deep breaths to calm himself. Maybe if he could force himself to vomit, he'd feel more settled.

    He was dizzy he couldn't even get back to his feet. Instead, he wanted to lay down and curl up and just crawl away somewhere and die...
     
  10. “Yeah, raccoons,” Zimo said, a smirk on her face. “Sometimes someone in the building forgets to close the door all the way, and well… the privies are outdoors, after all.” In the lap of luxury, Zimo did not live. The townhouses were cozy and decently maintained, but there was a certain honour in living modestly. Zimo had no idea what she would even do with a large house—who would maintain the yard, or even put all that empty space to use? Such a home would be wasted on her.

    Nasira piped in before either she nor Tiketh could answer the overzealous little sister’s probing question. A short snort spurt out of the zora’s nostrils at the thought, and even Sira’s reaction to it. She was less certain she needed someone whom she could butt heads with, conscious of her troubles with that kind of relationship in the past. Someone stoic, sure, but also able to keep the hotheaded zora on the mellow. She was well-enough aware of her shortcomings when able to look back at herself from a distance, and being calm and patient in a pinch was not something she felt she’d ever be able to cite as one of her selling points. Sir Ignatius had more-than-once told her that while she was analytical and tactical in the field, she was also far too quick let her own emotions take over in personal matters. In response, she had told him to shut his whore mouth—a poor attempt to disprove his words, in hindsight.

    “Sira’s right though,” Zimo laughed, giving the woman an amused look for her honesty. She turned to face the poor hylian with a heavy wink. “Ben, maybe you’re more her speed. Just, ease up on the timidness a bit and you might have a chance.” She wasn’t above deflecting teasing with her own take on it, after all. Though, Tiketh had been unusually timid since they had departed the manor, even for him. His apologeticness was bordering on irritating, but perhaps this was more because Zimo expected him to be angry with her. She had burned down his family home and all he was talking about was how he didn’t want to be a burden and how he could help make up for her hospitality. He needed to learn how to accept a gift horse without looking it the mouth, maybe. It would make the inquisitor feel better for what she had done to his family home, after all.

    “You’re a lover, not a fighter. Is that it?” Annie asked, looking up from the pot of something being reheated on the stove. It smelled fantastic—of river fish, vegetables, and mild spices. There was nothing like Mother’s home cooking, after all. She prodded the fire under the stove with the poker, a few embers shaking loose.

    The hylian got up from his seat, making his way towards the back door. Perhaps his over-timidness was actually a symptom of whatever was making him ill. Perhaps he’d eaten something bad on the road—if it was a bug in the air, surely she and Nasira would have caught it as well, after all. Stepping out the door, he collapsed, the door remaining open behind him and letting a draft in which caused the flames under the stove to flicker in mild protest.

    “Shit! Ben, you okay?” Zimo only needed take three large strides across the narrow house to reach him, crouching to help however she could. “Annie, get the first aid?

    “Yeah, of course,” the pink zora replied, any mirth on her face being replaced with worry as she set down her cooking implements and jogged to and up the stairs.
     
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    "Well now I'm going to be afraid of any outhouses." Sira implied why with a gesture to cover her rear end, it certainly would not be a great story to have to be caught with ones pants down and a vermin to be suddenly there. Biting and scratching whilst the person panicked. Pointing to Tiketh as he stated the same sort of sentiment she had about the raccoon; she was grateful for the dividing of the conversation.

    She meant no offense to Tiketh to say he was less fierce or strong, but rather he didn't have the dickhead quality that some men tended to have. Loud, over bearing and so smug that their heads were so full of their own hot air it was surprising the skulls didn't just float off their bodies. Personally she preferred Tiketh's demeanour to most men. It was soft and earnest if not a little too apologetic. "Annie's got it. Lover not a fighter. Fits, especially for a musician." Nodding at her own acknowledgment, she ignored Zimo's implication. Well as much as her glancing back at the zora with maybe a little less thrilled expression.

    As he got up, she had to stop herself from hovering over the man. After all she wanted to make sure he was okay but her being a mother hen wouldn't do any good either. She really needed someone to watch over apparently.

    "Whatever you are making, it smells good." Sira stated as the whiff caught her full bore, distracting her attention only to hear a thud and Zimo calling Tiketh's actual name. Whipping her attention back around, "What the hell happened!" She asked though she was already aware there would probably be no answer. Was he that sick! How did they not know, "We should have a medic come in Zimo, whatever is making Tiketh sick is worse than we knew." Stepping around but not in the way of the zora, Sira dry wrung her hands. "Should have put him right to bed." She muttered in a worrying breath.
     
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    Everything blurred through Tiketh's mind, clawing its way through and trying to tear itself out. It was the strangest and most horrifying experience. It felt like something was physically digging through his head and eating away his thoughts and memories. "No.." he whimpered, clutching at his head. No, that couldn't be true! He wasn't really losing things like memories, was he? It sure felt like it, but then if you forgot something how would you remember that you even forgot it? He began quizzing himself. Name? Benjamin Tiketh. Home? Castle City. No. No! No that wasn't right. Rauru, Kasuto.. anywhere with an inn that would take him for a night? The highlands. His manor. The manor! He couldn't forget that!

    People were calling for him now. He turned his head to look. Who.. Who were they? Why were they calling for him? No. Zimo. Nasira. They were still here. They were worried about him. Was he okay?

    They were in danger.

    What made him think that? There was no danger here, right? "P-Please.." he said before he doubled over in pain. Nails digging into the dirt outside, he cried out. His head was hurting worse than ever now. Raising a hand to rub his head, he whimpered. His nails were sharper than he remembered, looking more like claws really, and the shadow magic he rarely used was trying to manifest, rising off his body like smoke.

    The Zora was beside him, but his only thoughts were to get her away.. to get her away before she got hurt. But from what? What was going to hurt her? Like he knew...

    He could only stare at her now, red eyes glowing bright, confused. "Who..?" he started to ask, "Who is.. Ben?"
     
  13. Nasira was as quick to react as Zimo herself had been, stepping around the zora to attend to their fallen friend if need be. The inquisitor was trained in basic first aid, of course, a requisite of any sort of occupation which involved being responsible for the lives of others. But this had come on so suddenly, from what had seemed like a minor bug or cold Tiketh had caught on the road. It couldn’t have been the pumpkin soup, for she was feeling just fine herself, and Nasira hadn’t voiced any illness.

    As Zimo turned Tiketh over into the recovery position, lest he vomit, she addressed the gerudo without looking up at her: “You’re not feeling ill and just hiding it, are you? Maybe we encountered a bug on the road that only affects humans.” Perhaps the question came out a little more pointed than intended, but it held merit from her point of view. Zoras and the mammalian races weren’t subject to all the same illnesses, after all. “As soon as Annie’s back with a first aid kit, I’ll go fetch us a medic.” She would have sent Nasira, right then and there, but the tactically-minded zora recognised that the gerudo likely didn’t know her way around town particularly well, nor would she be as liable to get help as easily without question—she would be a gerudo calling for assistance in Rauru, as much as the issue of race made the zora uncomfortable.

    “Annie’s an herbalist by trade,”
    Zimo continued. “She knows a thing or two about curing ails—more than me anyway.” She grimaced as the hylian whimpered, clutching his head. He wasn’t losing consciousness, but appeared to be in terrible pain. “Hey, Ben, listen to me!” she barked, trying to cut through whatever panicked thoughts must have been overwhelming him. “You need to tell us what’s happening so we can help you!”

    But it was not to be, for magical smoke began to rise off his body, the inquisitor reeling back her hand on Tiketh’s skin in shock at the burning sensation. “Oh, no, no, no! Oh, Hell no!” she snarled, a wash of realisation coming over her. As the crimson eyes met her own, she reached out with her own strand of Light energy, which which to interfere with the spirit’s firm grip, but as it touched its own aura she felt a searing pain in her mind and let out a horrific shriek of pain!

    “Fuck! Shit!” she barked, recoiling and falling back on the ground, the concentration on her arcane sense lost. It was like a something had clawed at her brain, her temple throbbing with residual pain.

    “What was that!?” Annie’s voice carried over from upstairs, where she began to descend with a leather bag of herbs and medical tools in hand.
     
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    "No," Sira shook her head, "I feel perfectly fine. Nothing wrong with me besides worry, now." She replied to the question though it was strange that Tiketh was that sick so suddenly. It was good that it hadn't happened in public she supposed but it was any less concerning behind closed doors. "If you can tell me where to go Zimo, I can go-" Offering the idea since she was thinking about a medic, she'd push aside her discomfort of Rauru to do just that. After all, Tiketh was evidently much worse than they thought and needed the attention now.

    It didn't abate her worries knowing Annie was a herbalist. While they were certainly good at what they did, there was still some things in her own opinion that a fully trained medic was better at. "I don't think this is just an ailment." Sira muttered stopping herself temporarily from dry wringing her hands. Man she really should have paid more attention to her father's magical teachings.... not like that would do any good right now.

    As his body began to expel a strange smoke forcing her brows to pop up in open confusion; it was much worse when Zimo was suddenly recoiling swearing profusely. "Zimo;" Sira reached for her other comrade only to pause as the crimson gaze of Tiketh swept up at them. Asking who Ben was. There was a cold sweat on the back of her neck, "You're Ben." She replied nervously feeling a ball of dread taking over her stomach. "Annie, stay there!" Sira suddenly barked unsure of why she was getting so defensive herself. Either way her hands came up, balled tightly and putting herself momentarily between Tiketh and Zimo. Ready to suddenly punch his lights in. "What the hell is the matter with you?" Sira asked though by the tone of her voice, it wasn't a question. It was a demand. Asking a very unusual question but the way Zimo had fell back and was cursing, the strange smoke and his own confusion and piercing stare, she was not feeling so safe and secure.
     
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    Slowly Tiketh rose to his feet, smoky shadow magic curling up and around his body. Wisps of magic swirled around his head like horns. He was panting painfully, clearly struggling to hold something back. Zimo had recoiled in pain which brought him to momentary clarity, gasping and trying to reach out for her. Just before he could touch her, he stepped back. Was he the reason she had gotten hurt? He did that? No! No, that couldn't be! He was dangerous after all! They were going to get killed and it was going to be all his fault.

    He staggered backwards, hands over his face. "I'm sorry," he cried, "I'm sorry! I don't want to hurt you!" Nasira was demanding to know what was wrong with him, and he didn't even know. Everything felt so wrong. Nothing made sense. "Please help me," he pleaded at her, "I feel so... wrong. What's happening?" He almost expected a voice in his head, one that would laugh and taunt and torment him about what it was going to do to him. Only, there was nothing. Just his thoughts swirling around, fizzling out and leaving him very confused.

    "I don't know... where I am.."
    he admitted, more confused now than ever. The Zora.. Z.. Zimo.. she'd brought him here. This was her town. Her house! What was he doing here? Oddly, he wondered if he shouldn't be back at the castle. But no. No, there wasn't any castle, right? No something was horribly wrong. That didn't make any sense. What was real and what wasn't? "My name," he said, starting with that, "My name is... Alastor. No. No no no..." Come on, keep it together! "Tiketh. Something.. Something's wrong." He backed away as far as he could, pointing a finger at the others, "Please. You have to stay away from me."
     
  16. The inquisitor scrambled to recover, half-aware of Nasira reaching for her. She opened her eyes, knowing that she had to maintain her focus on the unexpected chaos that had followed her home. But how? The spirit should have been banished from the Light World with the destruction of the building it was clinging to. Had it really been able to latch onto Tiketh before the manor crumbled into broken beams and cinders? Had everything they had done there been for nothing? Had she made the wrong choice? No... it couldn’t have been for nothing.

    Her head was still throbbing from the dark energy which had affected her—she should have learned at the manor that trying to touch the being with her arcane senses would only do harm to her—as she rose to her feet. Nasira had taken center stage, putting herself between the inquisitor and the possessed hylian. It was only the gerudo’s presence right in the middle of them which prevented her from charging at the man and clobbering him in the head. They were in Rauru village. If they could knock him out of commission, and quickly, then perhaps there would still be time for one of the local exorcists to purify his body and banish the spirit for good!

    Annie stood petrified at the base of the stairs, having frozen at Sira’s order and now unsure of what to do. Her eyes darted to her bow and quiver sitting at the front door, though she did not yet run for them. She seemed nearly at a loss of what to do—was the man still in trouble, or was he on the verge of attacking?

    Gathering her senses, Zimo watched as Tiketh once again burst into apologies—these ones far more appropriate than his usual timid ones. “I want to help you,” Zimo said, slowly reaching out her hand as she walked past Nasira. “We want to help you, Ben.” Alastor? That was the name Tiketh had asked about the morning after the Spring Festival. What did it have to do with anything now…? “We can help you, if you just stay calm for a moment.” The hylian was asking them to stay away, but Zimo crept up closer and closer, hoping she would be able to reach the man in time.

    When she was close enough, her calm demeanour suddenly turned fierce as she aimed a fist right at the man’s throat. If she could successfully stun him that way, she would follow up by bringing a fist balled up in her other hand, down like a hammer onto his head. Hopefully, that would be enough to knock him down for the count.
     
  17. Tiketh

    Tiketh Just Me and My Darker Side
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    "I'm sorry," Tiketh said, "I'm terribly sorry. I don't want this..." He didn't want to be evil, to hurt anyone. He didn't want Take to come back and possess him. He didn't ask for this and he'd rather be dead than watch his friends die because of him! Maybe if they'd heed his warnings... if they'd just let him go... he could run away and find a place to hide and be alone. He could find a place where he could lock himself away and not hurt anyone anymore. Maybe he could just find a tall building to jump off of... or maybe walk straight into the heart of the city ruins and be torn apart by angry Stals and Lizalfos.

    He had both hands up in defense, trying to show he was unarmed and was not going to hurt them, or at least he was going to try not to. Darkness swirled around him, his eyes red as blood. It was so hard to hold back. Every instinct was telling him to attack his enemies. But no! They weren't enemies! They were his dear friends...

    And no matter what happened, he feared he was never going to see them again.

    Zimo was getting closer and he was getting more and more panicked. Why couldn't she stay back! "Please don't," he pleaded, "I can't... hold him back." Yet what he said he wasn't even sure she heard as it came out as such a pitiful whine only seconds before the Zora struck out.

    It happened in an instant. Arms raised to defend, he blocked the attack as best he could, shadow magic coursing around his arms like a shield to protect him from the blow. Lowering his arms, there was no apology left in his features. Eyes dark, teeth bared slightly, he spoke, though his voice seemed much different than it had before. "Do not attack me. Leave me be and I'll let you be as well."
     
  18. Nasira Shahr

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    Holding her grounds even though she had no real desire to harm him; she wouldn't back down either. If he was truly possessed again as she was suspecting, then at least she could actually try to knock some sense into Take, or force him out.

    It would seem that Zimo was feeling the same as she gathered herself upwards; Sira made a slight motion to Annie standing on the stairs, to go slow. Not aware of what she may have been trying to grab or even thinking about it, Sira lowered her defenses temporarily.

    "Tiketh let us help, you aren't alone in this." Taking the motive of being the sensitive one; she opened a palm in a open gesture to him. "We can fix this! Us three, we are here in Rauru so Zimo would know someone who can free you from this." Earnestly stating hopefully the true facts, the zora was stating the same infliction as she; although she was not expecting her to take a swing at him. Gasping at the sudden movement; Sira waved her hands through the air not too sure what to do with them. "Zimo what are you doing!" Sira cried although she was pretty sure she knew what was happening. Probably not the sort of response that should have happened... or maybe it was the right response. Actually she had no idea right now.

    Wincing as the sound of connection was heard; eyes popped open having not realized they sealed shut to look at the baring man speaking at them. A voice not familiar; "Tiketh," Inching inwards she would look to Zimo cautious to help if she had too considering now they were dealing with an unknown force. Well, somewhat unknown. "Why are you doing this? He has nothing to do with this, Take." She took a stab in the dark to assume it was Take, "Tiketh wanted nothing of this life you think you deserve, this is not the way to fix anything!" She could only hope Annie was doing something clever behind the scenes while Sira and Zimo kept attention.
     
  19. The inquisitor was not a woman to hold herself back merely due to pleas. Tiketh could be attempted to hold back the spirit which had taken hold of his body, or perhaps it was merely Take using his voice for his own means. At this moment, it didn’t matter: he needed to go down. Zimo was single minded in the majority of her pursuits, and when it came to a scenario like this, the method of approach was as clear as day. Step one, knock a bitch out. Step two, drag him to a powerful exorcist and banish that fiend in his body once and for all. There was no room for debate nor second guessing, even with Nasira’s vocalized protests, and if the price to pay was a battered and bruised Benjamin, well, he’d just have to contend with her belated apologies once his body was fresh and poltergeist-free.

    Her jab at the hylian’s throat was deflected by the sudden flare of Shadow magic which formed some sort of physical barrier. Her fist’s collision with it stung, the residual Shadow energy crackling down her fingers, but she wouldn’t be bested by a dark creature such as this, even if it wore a face of a friend. “Leave you alone?” she snarled, hand darting into the folds of her natural skirt to draw the consecrated dagger. “You leave alone my friend!” Not the most eloquent of demands, but it got her point across. She lunged forward with the blade, attempting to make a gash across the man’s non-dominant arm. She had no intention of lethally attacking Tiketh, but blood and wounds would be a small price to pay for his mental freedom. She was barely aware of the gerudo pleading with the spirit in the background. Did she think it would listen to her words and just decide to go away? That was naive. “Help me pin him down!” Zimo barked.

    Meanwhile, Annie watched the scene unfolding from a short distance. She was not a trained warrior like her sister, neither did she understand what was unfolding. Ben had been sick, but now he was attacking? It was a bewildering mess of chaos to her, with no context with which to comprehend what was going on. What she deemed as ‘inquisitor stuff’ was not something she had ever had much familiarity with. “Nasira, w-what’s happening?” she managed to stammer. But, whatever confusion she felt, it was clear that something bad was happening, and that standing in a daze at the foot of the stairs wouldn’t be any help to anyone. The first aid kit dropped to the floor as she picked up her bow by the door and began a hasty attempt to string it...
     
  20. Tiketh

    Tiketh Just Me and My Darker Side
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    "Zimo, stop!" Tiketh pleaded, hands up in defense. The shadowy magic swirling around his arms terrified him. Was this Take's doing? He had come back to his senses, regained his mind for just a moment, maybe just long enough to warn them and get them away... or get himself away. If he lost himself again, he might actually hurt (or kill) one of them, or they might realize what a true monster he really seemed to be and would kill him. Though, the latter... would not be so bad. If he was killed, maybe at least he would be out of his suffering and his misery. He would be free.

    He almost just stood there and allowed her to strike him, praying it would be enough to end his life. However, whatever part of him wanted to live was stronger than the rest. A blade came down, slashing at him. He was briefly aware of a flash of pain while he turned to get away. He couldn't look but hopefully his attempt at a dodge kept it from doing too much damage. "You can't help me!" he called, scrambling away from the fight as fast as he could, "I can't.... I can't stop..." His mind was blurring. Was he... fading out again?

    He was briefly aware that Nasira had been calling, shouting his name, and speaking.. not only to him but to Take. His head was hurting terribly, the spirit fighting to come back into control. This was it. If he couldn't get away in time, the demon was going to attack his friends! He couldn't listen to anything more they were saying as he turned his back to them and ran, vaulting over a nearby fence and trying to make way up the wall of the next townhouse. He wanted to go where they could not easily follow. He was dimly aware at how useful he could turn his performing arts, his acrobatic skills here. "I'm sorry!" he shouted over his shoulder as he scrambled away from them, but where was he even going to go if he got out?
     

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