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Private To Catch A Prisoner: Prison Interior

Discussion in 'Tantari Desert' started by Nico Rozen, Jan 27, 2017.

  1. Nico Rozen

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    The group's above-ground business was finally done and over with. A large-scale encounter against a bunch of Armos had nearly run the group ragged, but somehow, they survived. If it were anything other than Armos guarding the entrance to this prison, they might have run into far more trouble than they had bargained for. Mindless, simple-directive machines were, however, just that: Mindless, simple-directive machines. Lacking all form of intelligence or autonomy, they did whatever their masters asked of them and couldn't ask questions. Such a shame, really, but now wasn't the time to be expressing silent pity on machines. The group had killed a large set of Armos, and were now starting to delve into the belly of the beast. Get inside the prison, get the man imprisoned inside, and get out. If there was any resistance to be found in here, they needed to deal with it swiftly and silently.

    Nico had stopped in front of the entrance. It was a simple staircase, but a slow descent into darkness. He simply stood in front of it, staring down into the dark descent, unaware of any statements his allies were currently making, either at him or to each other. Ari popped out of his hood and looked at him. She had seen this look before. She had seen this look many times. This could have meant only one thing. "Nervous, Nico?"

    After a moment, Nico, not moving his gaze, responded with a flat "No."

    The tilt of Ari's wings was almost reminiscent of a person tilting their head to the side. "Then what's wrong?"

    "Nothing. Just thinking...this entryway is metaphorical, in a sense."

    "Metaphorical for what?"

    "I'll tell you later."

    "Alright, but you better remember this time."

    "I will."

    And with that, Ari flew back into his hood. The youth stood still for a few more seconds, and then turned toward his allies.

    "Okay, here's the plan. Get in, get the guy, get out. If you find Gerudo, fight them if you need to, but don't kill them. Just remember: I don't know what's down here, either, so I can't attest to whatever we might find, see, hear, or even fight. If you've no questions, I'm going ahead."

    With that, he turned on his heel and began descending the stairs into the prison. There was surprisingly little resistance at this point, given what they fought earlier and how many of them they had fought. The light from outside didn't carry well as Nico kept descending, but any darkness that might have been here gave way to torchlight closer to the bottom. At least it was lit up in this place, but that could have meant patrols would come around at any moment. They needed to stay alert, in case something went wrong in this place.

    And right at the bottom of the steps, there was a pathway. Well, there were three pathways. One directly in front of Nico, one to his right, and one to his left. Worst part was, there was no map. "Well dammit," Nico uttered. He looked beyond to each section, but couldn't really see much of anything in the next areas. With a sigh, he turned back toward his companions. "Alright then. Which way should we go?"
     
  2. Tiketh

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    For the longest time Tiketh had felt like his back was on fire, like he was leaning against a burning building or something. It had slowed somewhat to a dull throb, a numbing sensation that honestly didn't feel all that better... in that he couldn't feel much of anything at all. It was disconcerting, but at least he was standing upright and not falling over dead anywhere. "How bad is it exactly?" He had asked the question to Take, but immediately regretted saying anything, worrying that the others had heard him and might come over and start up a conversation like he really wanted to speak with either of them. He really didn't. Not about this.

    And why exactly are you asking me? I only see what you see, remember? Idiot.


    Oh yeah. There was that...
    Reaching a hand back, he groaned and grabbed at something small and jagged. With a gentle but determined tug, he wiggled free a sharp barb-like piece of what he couldn't really identify to be either stone or metal at first glance. Whatever it was, it had been covered in blood and he dropped it to the sand in haste. It was probably less than an inch long, but the entire thing had been buried in his right shoulder. Frowning at it, he kicked some sand over it.

    That'll teach it not to stick you again.


    "Shut the hell up,"
    he muttered, "Leave me alone."

    Aw, don't be like that. Look, if it bothers you so much, why don't you let me take charge for a while? Why don't you just rest? You really seem like you need it. Tiketh had to admit, the offer had a certain appeal to it. As much as he didn't trust Take, he wasn't sure how much more of this prison he was willing to put up with. Are you thinking about it? Come on. I give you my word I will behave. I will not harm these two.... friends... of yours. It's my turn.

    Tiketh sighed, running his fingers through his hair. Sand fell out like mad as he did so, which led him to shaking his head to get even more out. The Kokiri was giving instructions on what to and how to proceed, to which Tiketh felt the need to tell Take he'd made a choice. "Do we really have to do this..? Take, I-" He stumbled, pressing a hand to the wall of the stairwell to keep from tumbling down into the darkness. His eyes were shut tight, breathing becoming labored. Damn! Stupid! Spirit!

    Eyes opening with a flicker of red glowing dimly in the flickering torchlight of the tunnels, he smirked. "And what do you think will happen if we kill any Gerudos? You think he'll be mad?" No answer. A frown. "You're no fun at all."

    Hurrying to catch up, crimson eyes trained on the Kokiri. Looking at each branch of tunnel, he frowned, "All this way and you've no idea where to go? I thought you had this all figured out. We'll be here for eons if set out stupidly and blindly and choose the wrong path." But was there any other choice? Arms crossed over his chest, he suggested, "I vote we go straight then."
     
  3. Azyle

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    Azyle shuffled in the sand, bringing a hand up to pull the thin hood over his auburn hair. There was nothing that he wanted to say, but as they approached the dark chasm of an entrance he pulled back to approach as the rear of the group. He watched even as Benjamin removed some kind of sharp object from his back, seeing a stain of blood upon his clothes. Yet the teen did nothing to mark that he cared. Surely if Benjamin would die from a would to the shoulder, it would be from blood loss or infection, neither of which would bring him down immediately. So long as he was able to bring the Hylian back to his master and sate Christopher's rampantly growing enthusiasm with any and all things powerful, then the condition did not matter much to the Sheikah.

    Down in the abyss of a stairwell Azyle crept along slowly, not as silently as one who had more practice in stealth than he. The only consistent sound was the heavy breathing coming from the wounded Hylian. And some small sounds that made it seem like he was mumbling to himself. The myrmidon was not paying attention to these anyways. Yet he did notice when the breathing stop, and the tone of the voice seemed to change. It was not as if the sound itself altered, but more so the manner in which it did. It was a tone that he heard before, and one that honestly, Azyle was glad to hear. Benjamin was just to nice for something like this.

    They descended into the bottom of the staircase into a room with three paths. Even in the torchlight the Sheikah kept his hood up, it was to conceal his identity now rather than any protection. Yet now he had to deal with the wonderful news that the Kokiri had no idea where to go from this point on. The forward path seemed as good an option as any. With a tight grip on the small spear he had in his hand, Azyle kept moving down the path that Taketh had mentioned. He could not have cared much if the child looking fighter agreed.
     
  4. Nico Rozen

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    Asking the question was a mistake. The clearest option was truly to take the forward path and end this farce of inactivity. Then at Tiketh's voice, Nico turned around with a snarl and added, "Did I not fucking say I didn't study the--" His voice trailed off and he jumped backward, blades drawn almost instantaneously. The one he was looking at was Tiketh, but something about the tone of his voice and the demeanor with which he carried himself caused Nico to believe that this wasn't Tiketh. Plus, were his eyes originally red? They weren't, were they? Still, it would do no good to fight. Not now, anyway. Nico sheathed his blades and retorted back with "Asshole. Don't startle me like that." Then he looked back at the path that Azyle was now walking down. "Straight it is, then."

    The path was about as dimly lit as a candlelight vigil, same as their entry point. At least there was decent visibility in the area, but if this were a maze, they certainly wouldn't be able to find their way around. Despite tensions being gone, Nico's body language suggested he was still on edge. Ari felt this and whispered in his ear, "Nico, what's up? You're not usually this jumpy."

    In as low and incoherent a voice as he could possibly make, Nico replied, "There's something wrong here. No reception from the Gerudo, and this group is acting a little strange now."

    Ari whispered back, "Well, you could kill them if they fuck this up."

    He paused his thoughts for a minute, then whispered back, "I could, couldn't I?"

    "You're actually considering it?"

    "When have I not with anyone else?"

    "Didn't realize you had it in you."

    "Well, you can only get screwed so many times before you make a plan to kill everyone you meet."

    "So you're actually going to do it?"
    She was sounding concerned. When did she start caring about human life?

    "No. Only if this blows sky high."

    "Well, alright. What about the Gerudo?"

    "We'll cross that bridge when we get there."


    Their conversation stopped once they got to the end of the hallway. The group was now in a giant room lined with solitary cells, carved from sandstone and other forms of rock. The structure of the room went three floors deep, possibly more, over an open pit veiled in darkness. The poor visibility of the room rendered the possibility of a bottom to this pit relatively unknown. To test this, Nico picked up a wayward rock in the room and tossed it down to the bottom. Within a matter of seconds, stone hit stone to produce a cracking noise. "Huh, so it's not that deep after all."

    Ari fluttered out and responded, "You expected otherwise?"

    "I'd be more surprised if it was truly bottomless. But knowing the Gerudo, I'd guess there are traps down there."
    He shrugged, and Ari fluttered back into his hood. He turned to the other two, wary of the both of them for the time being. "Split up. There's three visible tiers to this area, so check the cells. Azyle, you take this floor. Tiketh, you take one floor down. I'll go two floors down. Signal me if you find a Twili." And with that, Nico went to work going two floors down to search this thing. Something was definitely wrong here, though. Not only were there no Gerudo around in this area, there was also no noise heard in this prison. Could it have been the prisoners were asleep? That could be a possibility, though the concept of time would be lost to anyone stuck down here for awhile. But this feeling of dread that pervaded the area kept him on his toes, not to mention an odd smell coming from somewhere. It definitely wasn't the smell of a dead body, though in this area, even though it very well could be. Nico chose to ignore it as he made his way down.
     
  5. Tiketh

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    Take grinned rather devilishly. "Pardon me," he apologized, grin not going away any time soon, "I didn't know I was so startling. Next time I'll announce myself louder so we don't have any accident-inflicted wounds." He smirked and tapped his hand to the folded up blade of his scythe. "Lucky me for this thing being so compact. Less likely to cause horrific and unplanned wounds in this tiny dim place." With Azyle already starting ahead, wasting time here talking was just going to put them way behind and get them separated. Though, was that really a bad thing? The little Sheikah had a mind of his own and surely he could handle himself well enough.

    "Hey, hold up now!"
    he called, hurrying up to Azyle's side. He considered putting an arm around his shoulders, thought against it, then decided aw what the hell, and tried it anyway. Extending his arm, pain shot through his shoulder and he growled. "Ow! Damn." No wonder Tiketh was willing to give up his body for the moment. Did that stupid shard hit a bone or something?!

    Looking at the Sheikah, he decided to ask, "So what do we do if we get lost in here and surrounded by Gerudo warriors? We're not supposed to kill them. But I say... what if we were to have no choice? You think it would be acceptable then? I'd rather break rules than be locked up in here forever anyway."

    Take..? What are you talking about. If you'd shut up and keep quieter, we could just sneak by.


    "Oh why don't you shut up?"


    He quieted up as the tunnel opened into an open chamber of cells around and below them. Impressive. He arched an eyebrow, silently wondering how long it would take to check all of these and wondering further... how many guards were patrolling. Given instructions, he sighed and started walking. "And how do we signal? By being loud? By being loud and giving away our position? If there are any guards here and calling out lures them all to me at once... I will do whatever it takes to break free of them."
     
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    Azyle was already a few paces away as the Kokiri overreacted to the sudden change from Benjamin into the demon that possessed him. If he had seen it, he probably would have laughed, if laughing was something that was permitted to him. His arms were kept within the confines of his three piece cloak that concealed his thin form. Down the hallway they went, and as far as he could tell they made no deviations in direction.

    It was the Sheikah's turn to be startled, as the possessed Hylian put an arm around his shoulders. While the motion could have been seen as friendly, Azyle took it as anything but. He thought that they may need the demonic presence now, but that did not mirror how much he trusted it. The questions that he had posed to him were just as he would expect from a dark entity, yet he could not help but grin under the cloth that covered his mouth. Taketh seemed to be arguing with somebody, probably the more sane Hylian that he normally delt with. With no voice the myrmidon could not answer him in a normal manner, but a curt nod and a quick motion of his thumb nail across his throat should have made it clear enough that if needed, the teen would kill as well to escape.

    It was when they arrived to the holding cells that Azyle started to feel something off. Shouldn't there have been patrols? Or at least someone off duty somewhere. This whole place had the feeling of a tomb rather than a prison, and the Sheikah was not comfortable in the slightest. His instict told him to leave, and he had to fight off said urges to keep on this forward path. To top it all off was the unnerving silence that permeated the air, so still that rhe loudest sounds were the group's own footsteps and breathing. He nodded quickly in agreement with the area he was asked to investigate, closest to the exit was perfectly fine for him. Azyle only waited for the answer to how to signal one another before moving on.

    Azyle cautiously scurried past cell after cell, peering into the shadows of each for only a moment before looking into the next. The first dozen or so of the solitary confinement spaces were empty, quite the contrary to what one would think a prison with a reputation such as this would be like. The next had a small crumpled shape laying in the corner. Yet it did not move for the seconds that the Sheikah stood there and stared with his blood red eyes. Rather than make any noise, the teen stepped away, backtracking a few cells, and removed a torch from the sconce on the wall. With his new light he angled the torch through the metal bars. Yet inside was not the person they wanted, but a Goron. Still, it did not move, though Azyle was not going to waste time waiting. He wondered if anyone else found anything, but could not see far enough into the darkness to tell.
     
  7. Nico Rozen

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    "Ari, put some light in this one."

    Nico instructed Ari to pop out of his hood and flutter into the cell he pointed out. She popped out and fluttered around through the openings in the cell bars.

    "Stick to the ceiling."

    "Okay."

    As she shone light down on the tiny enclosure, there were...bones. Nothing but bones.

    "Seriously? This is the eighth cell and we've found nothing but bones." Obviously some time had passed since the group went cell hunting to find the Twili they were looking for.

    "Then we just keep looking."

    "Are we even sure he's here?"

    "It's a big prison. If he's not here, we try another section."

    "And how do you know there are other sections, Nico?"

    "I don't. But it's possible."

    "Ugh, fine. Next cell, then." She was clearly annoyed, but hey, nothing to be done about that.

    The next cell they found, Nico was about to instruct Ari to hop in, but stopped. There was a cool glow coming from inside this one, and upon closer inspection, these were coming from a person. They were glowing runes etched into a set of black and white skin, with raggedy clothes and unkempt long hair adorning this person.

    "Hey you," Nico whispered out to this guy.

    The man raised his head at the response, and his eyes looked dead.

    "Are you Ronan Rhodes?"

    A weary voice came from the body. "Who's askin'?"

    "Okay, good, it's you. We're busting you out." He turned back to the center of the pit and called up for Azyle and Tiketh in a rather loud whisper. "Hey, I found him! Someone help me open this cell!" Thankfully Ari had proved there was an echo in this chamber, so the voice would hopefully carry.

    "You're mah rescue party?" The Twili asked. "Yer awfully small."

    "Yeah? And?"

    "Jus' sayin', how are ya gonna carry me out?"

    "You can't walk?" There was a pause, and then Nico responded back with "Eh, not my problem."

    "Go free th' Goron a few cells up. He can help."

    "Why should we?"

    "He'll prove valuable, y'hear?"

    Ari fluttered back into Nico's field of vision and augmented the statements. "Just do it, Nico. The sooner we get these two out, the sooner we can get the hell out of here."

    "Fine." He turned back to the pit and whispered up to his allies, "Hey, any of you see a Goron in a cell at any point? Let him out. He can help with this...so I'm being told."
     
  8. Tiketh

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    Footsteps echoing lightly down the halls as he walked, Take yawned. "Isn't it just wonderful, Benny? Walking a prison like this without being a prisoner yourself? Just think of all the crimes you could have committed to deserve to be here and yet you're still walking completely free with me. I'm a horrible man, you know. Even when I was alive, I was a nasty piece of work."

    Would you shut up, Take? First of all, I don't care. Second, keep your voice down. We still don't know who might be here.


    Instead of listening, Take seemed to act like he didn't hear him. Jabbering on, but at least while lowering his voice a note, he continued, "I've never been to this place before, but I was very nearly sent here once, you know. It was a big controversy about whether I should be sealed away forever in this time forgotten hole or if it would give the city a bad name."

    This caught Tiketh's curiosity briefly enough for him to ask. What exactly did you do that was so horrible?


    "What did I do? Oh, it's quite simple. I murdered my own father. I tortured my dear sister. I tore my own family apart."
    He explained this all with a grin on his face, apparently showing no remorse for the fact at first, but, for just a moment, his expression softened and he looked away to his feet while he walked.

    Tiketh on the other hand was thankful for this one time he wasn't in control or he'd have been sick. That's horrible! Why would you do something like that?!

    "I uhm..."
    Suddenly at a loss for witty remarks, he sputtered and answered, "I.. I don't know actually."

    You don't know?


    "I can't remember. Can we stop talking about this now? It's irritating me now."


    You brought it up...


    Catching up again with Benny's buddies, he smirked, "Ahh you found him then? Wonderful. Now we can get out of here and be done with this place. And no I saw no Gorons. I was... preoccupied. I saw no one except well... no one. Heh. Has the rest of Hyrule just forgotten this place even existed anymore?"
     
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    Azyle had nearly made his rounds, finding nobody else at all in the cells. What was even more terrifying was that they did not find any guards either. Did they all abandon this place because of some oncoming storm? The sheikah did not think so looking in to the next cell to find a pile of bones. Either that resident had been dead for a lot longer than this place had been emptied, or the poor sap got eaten clean by something. Neither of those led to any indication that there would be anyone locked away here then. It was to the teens surprised then that he heard the Kokiri whispering through the darkness. Actually because he could hear him from this far, wasn't his attempts at being sneaky undermined by that? The myrmidon was two floors up after all. Well at least he still had some trouble hearing him, but he could make out something about a Goron. So he needed to bring that person then? Well, hopefully the one from earlier was the one that they needed.

    With a quick turn on the heel of his well worn boots, Azyle went back to where he saw the Goron last. Torch still in hand he raised it to get a better look behind the bars once again. This time though the sheikah took step back out of surprise. As he lifted the light the goron had moved, pressing its stony face against the bars and giving the creepiest of smiles. Azyle walked back to the inward ledge, waving the torch so that hopefully they would see that he had found something. But the question was now how to get the goron out of the cage. He had found no key, and he doubted that even as rust covered as the bars were that he could not break them apart.

    That worry was unfounded though, as with a massive shattering sound the goron just barreled its way through the bars on its own. Honestly, if it had been able to do that this entire time, why was it still here? Maybe the threat of the guards had been enough to keep the rock person in place. Well with what may have been left of stealth got thrown out the window, Azyle just kind of strolled down with the goron following him. There was a smug look on the teen's face as he looked at the other two, not really caring what they thought at the moment.
     
  10. Nico Rozen

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    Nico was dumbfounded by Azyle's discovery. "There...was actually a Goron here?"

    Ari was just as dumbfounded. "Damn, this weird Twili wasn't kidding? Does this mean we can get out of here now?"

    Ronan heard that quip from the back of his cell. "The hell you callin' weird, little pipsqueak?"

    "She's calling you weird, you glowing asshole." Nico turned back toward the Twili and leered down at him. "I'll play your little game, but don't think for a second I don't know what you're up to."

    "What I'm 'up to?' Heh, funny," he quipped. "Child, behave. If I had ulterior motives, you'd all be dead by now. Thank whatever god you pray to that I'm currently powerless."

    "Good. Stay that way if you want our help."

    "Whatever."

    The awkward silence that followed was broken when the Goron peered into the cell. "Wait, Ronan? Is that you?"

    Ronan chuckled. "Yep, that'd be me."

    The Goron turned toward Nico, confused. "The hell am I doing in front of his cell?"

    Nico tilted his head to the side. "You hate him or something?"

    "YES! He stole from my brother, and tracking him to this goddess-forsaken wasteland got me imprisoned here, too!"

    Ari piped in with, "Well, he won't leave unless you break him out, as he can't walk right now."

    "How is that my problem?"

    "If we don't bust him out, you and him can't leave. If that doesn't happen, our whole reason for being here is shot," Nico spat. "So cooperate, god dammit, before I force you to." The pink light from Ari must have helped his situation, because the glare on Nico's face changed into a more menacing form thanks to it, the likes of which would insinuate a reinforcement of any threats he makes. With the same face, he turned toward Ronan and added, "I suggest you be more cooperative when someone's trying to break you out, otherwise you won't make it to your destination in one piece."

    Both Ronan and the Goron shut up immediately. While Ronan's face didn't change, he understood the weight of the words. The Goron, however, almost freaked out, eyes wide in surprise and in shock. How could someone so small be so dangerous? Obviously Gorons were indestructible, but this one might possess the power necessary to kill one. He resigned with, "Alright, I'll cooperate." And with that, he placed his hands on the iron bars and began ripping them apart. Never underestimate the strength of Gorons. After a few minutes, a hole had been opened right through the center, with the bars out of place. He walked inside and picked up Ronan, slinging him over his shoulder with an added, "Whatever you are to them, you had better be worth the trouble."

    Ronan elected to say nothing. Ari looked at Nico and asked, "Are we done now? Can we get the hell out of here?"

    Nico nodded. "Yeah...let's get the hell out of here."
     
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    "I wonder what made him so bitter and grumpy," Take said through a yawn, the meaning and the 'him' rather vague. Of course, Tiketh seemed to automatically know (or at least assume) he was referring to their joyous Kokiri guide and captain.

    Probably caused by the razing of the forest all that time ago. I wasn't around at the time, but I hear it was awful. So much was lost, you know. Wouldn't you be bitter if you lost your home, Take?

    The Hylian arched an eyebrow. "My home.." he said quietly, scarcely audible unless one were standing right next to him. Luckily, it was enough for Tiketh to hear. "I suppose I would. I did. It's long gone now, but it was beautiful in its days. And now it's gone. Just like I am." Tiketh quickly asked what he meant, but he got no further response from the spirit.

    Take had gone completely silent without even a whisper of a thought. It took him at least a full moment to realize the spirit had gone from his mind for the time being, relinquishing control. Confused, Tiketh looked around the prison like he was expecting to see the spirit floating about. But he was nowhere to be seen. Odd. He felt... free, as if they were no longer connected. Had Take left for good? No. Surely, he was still around. He'd come back... eventually, wouldn't he? But he couldn't even feel his presence.

    A little startled at just how weird it felt, he stepped closely to Azyle. The Sheikah, though mysterious and peculiar and problematically dangerous at the best of times, was the closest thing he had to a friend here. "I don't like this place," he admitted, "The sooner we leave then, the better. If we've got everything we came for, let's get out of here, alright?" He almost didn't even wait for acknowledgement that anyone had begun moving before he started walking away himself.

    Was he really free? Take was gone? Just like that? That wasn't right. He should have been... relieved. Instead, he was left confused and strangely empty... and he hated it. He wanted to be happy and to be rid of the demon for good. Had he really gotten so used to it?
     
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    Azyle tried to pay attention to the dialog between the goron, kokiri, and twili, but quite honestly he just could not care who was pissed off at who and for what reason. Though he did find it quite funny that this twili had swindled another person somehow, and gave a small smile at the knowledge of what he knew was tasked of him. Or more so what was going to be tasked with the hylian with them. The sheikah had minded his own business glaring off into the darkness up until he heard the cell break behind him. With a turn to look back at the group, he was glad that all that was over with and that they could finally get out of here.

    The myrmidon noticed the change in the hylian's voice again, and would have made a small groan if he wanted to risk it. Azyle thought that the main person within that body was a bit to weak willed, and would have much preferred if the demonic entity had stayed in control for the remainder of this excursion. At least then if things got nasty then he would not have to worry about the extra consequences of not being able to kill anyone on the way out. As a final way of stating that he was done, Azyle tossed the torch he was carrying away down towards the area where they had not come from. He watched the flames roll, lighting up what they may before coming to a stop. There was absolutely no care in the sheikah's mind about keeping to stealth any more, there was nothing else there to keep him now with the target rescued, so Azyle started making his way towards the exit slowly. If nobody followed he would take a seat at the top of the first landing to wait for everyone.
     
  13. Nico Rozen

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    Nico watched Azyle toss the torch he was carrying and saw the flame flicker out. In any other situation requiring stealth, he would have been mad at this display of reckless behavior. However, in all the time they had spent in this place, there were no guard patrols, nor were there any wayward Gerudo lurking around in these places. Stealth was out the window for good, and it probably was tossed out when they had to free that Goron. "You know you could have used that fire to climb your way back out, right?" It was awfully dark down in the layer they were in, after all. "Ah, whatever. Let's just go." He moved up the stairs to leave, with the Goron and the Twili behind him.

    "Oh f**k, finally," Ari replied. "You owe me some R&R after this whole mess."

    As he was climbing back up the stairs, Nico couldn't help but snort. "Riches and rupees?"

    If Ari could have visibly smiled, she would have. "Well, if you're offering! But this time I mean rest and relaxation."

    "You get all the R&R you want when you're in my hood doing nothing, you know."

    "Your hood smells funny. Lemme get some R&R in a comfy room in an inn. Besides, you could use a bath, Nico."

    "And when was the last time you bathed?"

    "When was the last time it rained?"

    "...I dunno." Relaxing in an inn for the night did sound quite nice, even if he was loath to admit it. When they get out of this...if they get out of this...a nice, relaxing sleep at the Hera Outpost might work out well, provided they all get there in one piece.

    Now they had reached the slope leading up to the exit. An orange glow could be seen at the top of the slope, possibly to indicate the setting sun outside. Nico turned toward the Goron and mentioned, "There's a sandhill to your right once you exit. Climb it and go down the other side, and you'll find a crazy guy named Bucky with a wagon. Drop the Twili off in the back of the wagon, and you're free to go."

    The Goron raised an eyebrow. "That's it?"

    "That's it."

    "Well, thanks for busting me out regardless. If you need anything, seek me out at the Talus Caves."

    "Will do." And with that, the Goron began walking up the slope, Ronan in tow, and was gone. "Well, that's taken care of." He turned toward Azyle and Tiketh. "You're both free to go as well, unless you're looking to hitch a ride to Hera Outpost with me. From there, you can make your way back to Kasuto as needed." He brought them here. He owed them a ride back to civilization, at least. Maybe even a cut of the reward for this job, depending on how much of one there was to give. With an extended arm pointing up the slope, he sarcastically followed up with, "After you."
     
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  14. Tiketh

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    As they walked along, heading back to the surface and safety, Tiketh was only partially listening to some sort of banter he could hear between the others. He wasn't at all paying attention to what anyone was saying. It was everything south of unimportant to him. Inside him, his mind was still trying to search for a sign of the demonic spirit, but he couldn't find even a flicker. Maybe it was real this time. Maybe the spirit had finally realized he was getting nowhere and had taken off in search of a new host to haunt.

    Tiketh had always assumed the spirit was somehow latched onto him and unable to leave of its own accord. That was what he had always been led to believe. It was what he was told, at least in a sense. But even when he was in control, he could hear Take and could feel that darkness squirming around within. And yet... it was totally snuffed out here. It was like a massive weight was lifted... like the night had ended and dawn was here. So strange. So soothing.

    He clutched at his chest and dragged himself along. Back in full control of his body, he had forgotten how much he was hurting. Take was better at dealing with the pain. Take was strong and he barely let it show. After going a while without having to feel a thing, suddenly being shoved back into a pain-racked body was a little annoying. He grumbled and reached a hand back to a shoulder, attempting to run the soreness away. Had the bleeding stopped. Probably had by now. Didn't mean it didn't still hurt though. Hopefully any wounds weren't stuffed with dust and liable to get infected.

    Back and nearing the exit, he was so relieved to be out of there. Sucking in a big breath of air, he addressed their Kokiri leader, "I wish I could say this was fun, but to be honest I think the sooner I get out of here and go home, the better. I wish you luck with..." exactly what? He didn't really think he was sure "...your work." As good a term as any for it, he supposed.
     
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    Azyle shrugged as he was chided for tossing aside the torch. There was no further need of it, they had gotten this far without having to worry about seeing anyways. Sure he could have just let it fall to the ground or put it on one of the sconces, but the sheikah didn't really care what was going on anymore now that their goal had been accomplished. With no more point hanging around he left with the rest of the group.

    Outside he would pull his hood up over his head further to help hide his head from the from the sun. The temperature difference was enough to make him want to go back into the prison until nightfall, but he knew that it would not have been safe for that. There was a decision to make, follow the kokiri and the mark all the way back to Hera outpost. Go to Kasuto and from there keep an eye on Benjamin maybe. Or he could take a third option, the one that afforded the young myrmidon the most freedom he may have had in a very long time. He could just, leave all of them. He had mulled over the orders he had been give, and decided that there was no real time constraint to them. All he had to do was give the demon possessed man an option. A choice. There was no need for that to be immediate. As long as he avoided any of Christopher's informants, and kept a low profile, then Azyle figured that he could actually get away for some time.

    So Azyle would make his choice known as soon as everyone was settled and he could find something to write with. He would go so far as the outskirts of the outpost and then make his own way if the curse permitted. He kind of felt sorry for leaving Benjamin to his troubles with the demon, but he had his own very real demon to worry about as well.
     
  16. Nico Rozen

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    "And there they go," Ari commented. The Goron had possibly loaded Ronan into the cart as a prisoner. Hopefully he told Bucky to hang back and wait for Nico and Ari. Tiketh walked out of the place, acting like his usual self again. What even was that dark and disturbing attitude from earlier? Whatever it was, it was concerning. Azyle had up and left, too, swiftly and silently as a Sheikah is known to do. Whatever he would be doing, it probably involved neither of them. "You think they stuck around for us to give them a ride?"

    Nico tilted his head to the side. "Doubtably."

    "How are they getting out of the desert, then?"

    "Good question." With a shuffle of his feet and a crack from his knuckle, the Kokiri followed up with, "They'll probably find a way."

    "Alright, then let's get out of here and get back to the prisoner."

    "Alright."

    Ari had fluttered ahead just a little ways. Nico was starting to walk up the slope when a small rumbling forced him to stop. Something definitely wasn't right. In one instance, he jumped backward to the base of the slope. In the very next instance, eight spots on the ground along the slope erupted into sharp stone spires, blocking his way out. He didn't visibly freak out, but the alarms going off in his head created a spot of panic in his constitution. With blades now drawn, he frantically looked around the area, trying to find the source of these spires. There was no way out aside from the blocked-off path.

    Ari heard the noise of moving stone and turned around, realizing that she and Nico had been cut off from each other. "NICO!" she screamed. "Nico! Are you alright?!"

    Nico's voice echoed back "I'm alright!" He was clearly jarred. "What about you?"

    "I'm fine," she called back. "What happened?!"

    "I don't know! The exit just sealed off, I can't get out!"

    "W-well, um...I'm going to see if I can find help!"

    "No, don't! Stay right there!" He wasn't sure if she heard his last statement, but if she didn't, it clearly wasn't a good sign. They were eyeball-deep in Gerudo territory, and certainly the sand women wouldn't take too kindly to a Kokiri and a fairy who had infiltrated one of their prisons to bust out a prisoner. "Dammit," he claimed. Dejected, now he figured the best way to solve this situation is to find something that would lower the spires. He turned around to try and find anything, and that's when he paused.

    Down the hall from where the group had come from, a light flickered, causing him to stop. That...wasn't there before. The longer Nico continued to stare at it, the brighter it glowed...the louder it roared...the closer it got. He barely had enough time to dodge out of the way and into the beginning of another hallway as a great torrent of fire burned its way through the first hallway, crashing into the main area. "What the hell?!", he shouted. Clearly this wasn't any ordinary trap, if it was this powerful. What was even the cause of all this? What did he do?! This place was deserted otherwise!

    By the time it was over, the room was scorched, and in the center stood a figure. Cloaked in tattered and charred robes, no parts of his body could be seen from just his profile, as the Kokiri could see it. Suddenly, his figure turned, and Nico got a good look at what this thing was. A Stalfos. A skeletal smile creeped on from under the hood, perpetually fixed to stay that way. "So," it spoke. Its tone was gristly. "You're the one who's been snooping around."

    "Huh?" What did he mean by snooping around? "The hell are you talking about?"

    "Don't think I don't know what you're up to, little Kokiri." The Stalfos took a menacing step forward, forcing Nico to step back. "All this running around, performing odd jobs, scrounging up information on the assailant of the Deku Tree to satisfy petty revenge...and now this? Breaking and entering into your enemy's territory?" The Stalfos domineered over Nico. "You've delved too deep into Dragmiran doings, little dastard. And for that," he paused. Suddenly, his skeletal fist lit up with flames, revealing his empty eye sockets before they lit up with white wisps, fully attempting to intimidate Nico. "...there are dire consequences."

    "Shit," Nico muttered. He was cornered like a rat in this situation, with the only way out of this situation beyond a Stalfos whose power clearly exceeded his own. Chances were high for him to die, likely burned to death by this thing's flames. He could fight, but there was no confirmation that he would survive unscathed, if at all. Was it really wise to try and hack and slash his way out of this one?
     
  17. Nico Rozen

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    Immediately Nico tried to see if he could back away and run through the next corridor, away from this Stalfos. Fear was not involved in the decision, but in an open room like this with no real way out and no cover, it was better to move into a room where there might be some. Unfortunately, the moment he turned to run, the exit was sealed off by a same eightfold of stone spires blocking the path. Turning back, he watched the Stalfos seal off the other two exits to move further into the complex. Now Nico was annoyed. "You're really not making this easy, you know that?"

    The Stalfos leered down at him. "Punishment is not supposed to come easy. It's meant to be taken, not avoided. Especially not avoided by little forest brats like yourself."

    Nico raised an eyebrow. "You seem to know a lot about my kind, thinking I deserve some kind of punishment."

    "But of course." The Stalfos tilted his head to the side. "Your kind was meant to be exterminated, and yet you live."

    Nico stopped. He gripped his blades even tighter and glared at the skeleton man. "Are you saying you're responsible for the forest burning?" His voice suggested that he was angry. Very angry. Not even Ari would have heard this level of anger from him, and seeing as the two were cut off from each other, she never would.

    "Well, these are your final moments, so I suppose I could tell you before I kill you." The Stalfos paced around the room. "Yes, I was there. While I was there that fateful day, I was only one member of that army. As for--" He never finished his next sentence, as Nico sprung for the kill almost immediately. The Stalfos brandished a single blade to block the two blades Nico had used to decapitate him. "I wasn't done speaking, you woodland vermin!"

    "You think I care about what else you have to say?!", Nico snarled. "You were there. You burned everything. I don't CARE that you're one of many. As long as you admit fault, I have every reason to kill you!" His anger had erupted into fully-blown fury. Thirty years of chasing breadcrumbs and finding NOTHING had finally culminated into this, a Stalfos that was actually responsible for the event. Even if it was only partial responsibility, in Nico's eyes, any of the ones who destroyed the forest took the whole of the blame, not just parts of it. And now nothing would satisfy him until this undead asshole was dead.

    "Arrogant little creature!", the Stalfos shouted. "You should know your place in this world! You think you of all people have the strength to defeat me?"

    "Maybe I do, maybe I don't. But all that matters is this," he trailed. Now a wicked smirk was lining his features, as though thirty years of sadistic glee was now manifesting itself. He wanted to kill this shell of a man. He was going to kill this shell of a man. "One of us is going to die down here. It's either you or me. The way I see it...it's going to be you."

    And with that, Nico sprang back into action, blades seemingly chanting as they swiftly danced and ripped through the air, intent on singing the sonata of the Stalfos's demise. His expression was far more serious, honed in on the knowledge of the necessities for destroying the dead. Aiming for their body wasn't going to be enough in this situation, as they wouldn't take damage this way. No, he needed to aim for the head, or at least any openings in the neck. If he could destroy the head, the Stalfos's body would disintegrate and perish as a whole altogether. If he decapitated the head, the body would collapse, but still reform after a short grace period. The head could just be destroyed while off the body, but where was the fun in that? Well...there was always the torture aspect. Spare the head, and maybe Nico could get more information out of it.

    But then he thought about it. No, he thought. He dies. Well, that settled that. Death to the undead.
     
  18. Nico Rozen

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    Blow after blow had been traded, with neither side giving an inch. The Stalfos was trying to put distance between himself and the Kokiri so he could use spells more easily and target the child from afar. Nico, however, stuck to him like bees attracted to honey. In all essentiality, the Stalfos tried to get an inch, and Nico wouldn't give him that inch. This was a rough fight with neither side conceding, but it was more of repetitious attempt on the Kokiri's part. All he was doing was aiming for the Stalfos's head to try and kill it. And of course the Stalfos was going to do everything he could to guard his own head. No matter what attempts Nico made, the deadlock continued.

    "Give up," the Stalfos chided. "There's no way for you to win."

    "I've had enough of you!"
    , Nico responded in kind. "Shut up and die!"

    "...very well." And with that, the Stalfos waved his hand with flair, yet nothing happened. Nico stood there, perplexed at the thought of making a meaningless motion. He barely managed to notice a stone spire shoot out of the wall behind him, also barely managing to make it out of the way in time. His arm, however, had been grazed, and the spire had drawn blood. Even as he moved, the spire shot back almost immediately, and another one was starting to form underneath his feet. He moved, and as the spire popped up, it disappeared just as quickly, and another one began to form. He kept moving and moving to avoid wave after wave of spires coming after him. Although he was able to avoid them, there seemed to be no end to them in sight.

    Suddenly, he was surrounded. Eight spires popped up in a square around him, trapping him inside. Nico could jump out and continue the attack, but the pain in his arm would have prevented him from grabbing onto one of these things for very long. For now, he was trapped. "Dammit," he cried. There wasn't much of an escape from this without sacrificing something.

    "And there we have it: Proof of my superiority." This Stalfos sure was the arrogant type. His assault with the stone spires had ceased, and now his magic hand was glowing white-hot with Fire magic. "Any final words?"

    The only thing Nico would do here was spit onto the ground. Very audibly, in fact.

    The Stalfos was amused, and even chuckled. "Fitting, for forest vermin." Now his skeletal hand was burning bright. He was prepping a spell to create a lethal explosion of flames in the cage-like area where Nico was stuck. "Well, this is goodbye. Go now, and greet your little vermin friends in hell." Suddenly, the Stalfos watched as a blade flew from over the spires and into the wall next to him. This blade, one of the main ones Nico used, hit the wall with a *CLANG* and broke in half. The Stalfos was so amused by this display that he failed to realize his casting was interrupted. "Was I supposed to be impressed by that haphazard display?"

    "Be impressed by this!" The Stalfos turned all too late to see Nico now over and free of the spire cage, closing in on the monster at rapid speed. Arrogance and pride in ones abilities was all well and good, but these feelings were prone to creating the truest of blindness, ignorance, in the eyes of the fighter. He tried to bring his blade up to block, but he wouldn't make it in time. So what would he do to defend himself now?

    The cry of a blade ripping the air rang out.
     
  19. Nico Rozen

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    It was over.

    The Stalfos's body began to crumble once Nico's blade sliced through its neck. The body didn't exactly shatter, but it broke down into multiple pieces. Each joint in the bones had now come undone, and now every individual bone was laid bare, scattered all across the floor. All that remained was the head. Nico picked it up with his bloodied left arm, a consequence of letting his guard down. Even though he was able to defeat the Stalfos, he had not anticipated another spire popping up out of the floor to skewer his arm. The spire had not pierced him deep, as he was still able to use his arm, but he was definitely losing blood. Still, this would not deter him. Holding the skull in front of his own, Nico grinned as he said, "Looks like I won, bitch."

    This Stalfos was not amused. "How?"

    "Hm?" Why was it still talking?

    "How did you beat me?"

    "Simple," Nico chided. His expression was back to its normal, moody self. "You let all your arrogance do the talking for you, and for that, you left yourself wide open." This Stalfos was stupid to have let pride get the better of him. Pride would often render one blind when they were least expecting it, and this was no exception. "Now then," Nico mockingly continued. "Any final words?"

    "This is not over," the skull growled.

    Nico narrowed his eyes. "It'll never be over. Not while you and your kind remain responsible for the destruction of my home and my guardian."

    "Then one day, you too shall feel the wrath. Just as you draw breath alongside those who survived, you too shall be called upon...and BURN, just like all those before you. But mark my words, you will see all the rest of your vermin brethren cast straight to hell before you ever get the chance to join them!"

    As the skull started to cackle madly, Nico had heard enough. He tossed the skull up into the air with his left hand, then with his right hand brought the blade down as hard as he could, releasing a rage-fueled cry as the blade sliced the skull in half. The nameless, fire-manipulating Stalfos was now dead, and a part of the thirty-year vengeance had been fulfilled. And just as the laughter in the room faded, so too did the spires blocking all the exits from the room, including the way back outside.

    As soon as the spires gave way, Ari flew back into the room and saw Nico standing there. "Nico, are you okay?!"

    Nico was not responding at this point. He stood there motionless. Blood was dropping from his left arm. His remaining blade was clenched tightly in his right hand. And an eerie smile was lining his face. With the death of this Stalfos, he was finding all sorts of sadistic glee in everything. His first movement that Ari could see was him raising his left foot and stomping on one half of the broken skull, crushing it to bits.

    If Ari could have shown a look of pure fear on her face, she would have done so. "...Nico?" She was visibly shuddering now, for whatever she was looking at couldn't have been Nico. It was almost like...a monster.

    Nico turned toward his fairy companion, changing his sadistic smile to a more contained one. Was he back to normal? Even this smile still wasn't completely natural for him. "I won, Ari." That was all he could say at this moment. Although it was his voice, it was quivering with excitement, a rare sensation. "I won."

    "Well, if you keep losing blood, you won't be able to keep winning! Let's get out of here and get you patched up!"

    Nico said nothing at that. She was right, though: He needed help. He needed multiple kinds of help, but for now, medical attention was the help required. He sheathed his blade and walked out of the room and up the slope to go outside. The fight was over, and now the boring part of this journey could continue. Back to Hera Outpost for the reward. This excitement was a good stress reliever, but one thing kept echoing in Nico's mind. This Stalfos was one of many that burned down the forest, that much seemed obvious by his statements and the fact that it would have taken an army to burn a forest that large. But the problem was...if this was just one, how many more were there?
     

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