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Post by Nayru on Jun 5, 2014 7:45:04 GMT
Change in Perspective Reward: 30 Rupees
The majority of people (if not all of them) use the third person perspective to write their posts. Sometimes first person can be interesting too, however! In this challenge, take an existing post from the site (or create a new one) and use only first person! Be sure to link to the post, or specify if it is a new one!
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Post by Lance on Jun 6, 2014 3:33:40 GMT
Original postHonestly speaking... I hate water. Let's just say I have my reasons for it, and if I could, I'd avoid it as much as possible. I have avoided it as much as possible! Now, though... now I couldn't, and it was... disappointing? Perhaps that would be one word for it. But I had a job to do. One merely given by myself, sure, but a job was still a job, was it not? Never mind the fact that I had to use a plank of all things. If anyone saw a Keaton paddling away atop one of those... well, never mind. And don't even start to think we use these three tails of ours for such a thing; the fur-laden things sink like lead weight when it comes to water. Trust me, it's something I know all too well. No matter, from the smell of things, nobody else had been here for some time, least of all the two I needed to beat here... perfect. No doubt I'd little time, but I needed to do something, and my little bucket or two of supplies was just what I needed to that end. Transparent glass marbles? Check. Spiny caltrops? Check. Oil? Check. Yes, this would do. All it took was to spread them, and leave a few choice patches of oil. Two patches, more specifically. And... there, just in time to catch the scents of the two approaching. Time to welcome them from my little spot hidden off to the side, and better yet with the use of this cavern's echoing properties to shroud my location... "Visitors? Here? My, my, and not even Zora, now isn't this quite the surprise!" Such was the first thing they'd hear from me through the echoes... but hardly the last. I'd things to confirm, after all! Such was the only reason you could ever find me in such a place as this. "So then, what might bring the two of you here, Sir Masked Boy and Lord Gerudo King of a fallen kingdom? Riches? Fame? Power, perhaps? You'd do well to answer before moving onward, as you never know what might be lingering at your feet," was my following inquiry. I can't say I expected a direct answer, but, well... a little boost in the nerves could do just as well sometimes, you know?
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Post by Nayru on Jun 6, 2014 18:57:00 GMT
Thanks for the entry! Added your rupees!
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Raisara Naiar
Zora
Gladly.
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Post by Raisara Naiar on Jun 7, 2014 10:18:52 GMT
A Seldom Seen Perspective(Adapted from Chu Jelly Toast (Quest) ) Me? I do not know why I was dead. But if you want to know how...I think I can tell you most of the stories.
It happened in my mother’s birthday. Yes, I know. It seems very saddening. But it is the truth, believe me. It was at the day of my mother’s birthday that I died. Oh how I did not suspect anything on that day. The start of the day was very peaceful! The morning was clear and crisp, the flowers bloomed, and the fresh-smelling grasses exuded an aroma that was unmistakably spring. I had go out early from my home that day, having wanted to find a Blue Terminium for my mother. Oh right I haven’t tell you about this flower. It was the favorite flower of my mother, with petals shining bright blue and sparkling under the sun. My mother said it reminds her of me, her youngest daughter, and thus why it was one of her favorite flowers. As you can see, my skin is colored bright blue, and I rather liked it! I think I look quite pretty in that color, and most of my friends told me that they are envious of my color. It is usual for us to be colored blue, but not the beautiful bright blue as my color was. I was proud of my color!
So there I was, jumping happily on Termina Field with my jelly full and my heart high, and I was quite absorbed in the beauty of the scenery. It is not very often for us to be out in the open, for reasons I would soon learn, but at that time I could only enjoy the morning. There were butterflies and small colorful insects everywhere, and as my searching went on I felt it was a morning stroll rather than a search. It was that fun!
But after some time, the sun began to climb up and still I could not find any Blue Terminium. I felt quite sad then, thinking whether I should just go back and return. But my mother’s happy face kept appearing in my vision, and I hardened myself to find this flower she was really fond of. I love my mother. Love her very much. She had been through many things feeding and protecting us her children, and she loved us more than anything else. The world was dangerous to us but always we felt safe whenever we were in her presence. And if for her smile I would only need to spend another hour under the tiring heat, I would gladly do it for her sake.
As I was pondering this, I heard some footsteps and I felt scared. If it was a pack of Wolfos or other beasts, then I was sure I would be doomed. These beasts seemed to like the taste of our jelly very much, and they have hunted us relentlessly for it. I think you could understand then why I chose to lay low and trying to probe who the visitors were before showing myself. I peeked from the grass, and –at that time I felt glad. How foolish I was- there I saw three two-legs walking on the field.
These two legs we called them “humans”, although they said there are many types of them. But these peaceful humans, they are not very fond of our jelly, and thus rarely hunted us for it. Of course, if we get naughty and attacked them they would retaliate harshly, but this I perfectly understand. I would do the same to anyone if I was attacked myself, won’t you? And they also said that these humans are wise and know many things we don’t. So I foolishly thought that I was lucky to be able to meet these humans then. Oh how wrong I was!
After some quiet thoughts I resolved to show myself to them and perhaps asked them whether they knew any Blue Terminium around. I have never talked to these humans before, but one of my friends said he had, and I thought that maybe our language wasn’t that different at all. Perhaps we were just separated too far apart, like the Goddesses were when they first created this world.
And the trio as I saw at that time looked like some very pleasing fellows! Of course, now I know how wrong my perception was, but at that time...well.... One of them was a bright haired kid with a funny grin. The other was a big man but with a friendly smile on his face. And the last one was a long-haired woman that looked the friendliest of them all. All of them carried weapons, true, but really, I have never seen a human nor a beast without carrying one. My mother used to say that we lived in a rather hard time, so everyone had to carry some form of protection, including the three humans perhaps.
If only I had known what they would use their weapons for.
So I peeked my eyes out from the grass, wearing a friendly smile that I hope would not scare them off. I did not mean to attack or to annoy them at all. No, I swear I didn’t. I only wanted to ask them a little question about the Blue Terminium and hoped that they would help me or at least showed me where I could find one. I thought they were wise and kind fellows, those that would help a little creature in need. That was all.
So imagine my surprise when the woman suddenly dashed forward and cruelly cut one of my eye stalks!
I think I do not need to tell you how much it hurt, do I? Because it hurt SO much!! I staggered back. Utterly confused. ‘What have I done wrong? What have I done wrong?’ I repeatedly asked myself. I really did not understand back then. The only thing I did was appearing in front of them with a peaceful smile, and they responded by cutting one of my eyes off?! Such monstrosity‼ Did they have a grudge against our race or anything? Did my appearance startled them so that they attacked me out of confusion? Honestly, at that time I thought that they were simply surprised, although thinking back I should have realized it was not so. They could see my eyes peeking out from far away and I was in no way dangerously close to them even with our kind’s propensity from long jumping.
Net yet fully realizing the danger I was in I tried to back away and explained to them that I meant no harm, but they didn’t even allow me a chance to ask. The yellow-haired kid swiftly moved forward and thrust his evil dagger at me. And he did that with such a merciless grin that now I felt sick at remembering it. Goddess, even a Wolfos would still respect their prey by not grinning when they attacked your flesh! I walked back unsteadily, pain wrecked my body, coughing up jelly as I tried to flee. I still did not understand why they attacked me out of the blue, but at that time even I knew what was best for me, and I desperately screamed at them to hold their attacks and to let me run away. "I did not mean you any harm!" I shrieked, "Why did you attack me all of a sudden? Please stop it! It hurts!"
And when I stopped to catch my breath and hoped that they had heard what I said, another blow came that blackened my world completely. The cursed man’s axe had cut my other eye stalk.
At that time I knew that my life would end here. These 'humans' wanted me dead, for what reason I could only guess.
Strangely, it didn’t feel that bad. I was scared for sure...and a little unsure. But what I had in mind was only the crying face my mother would make when she realized that her youngest daughter had gone for good, and at that time I felt only regret for having left the safety of home to search for a birthday gift. I imagined my mother would gladly give up all her birthday gifts in the past and future rather than losing one of her children.... But it was too late for me then, wasn’t it? These malevolent humans had sealed my fate.
And in that confusion, a wicked conviction somehow flared inside me. 'If I had to go here,' I thought, 'then I would at least make sure that they suffered even a little of my pain.' Oh, the pain was still there, surely. But it was in such amount and intensity that I was numbed from it. I simply couldn’t take it anymore.
So I jumped at the one I felt closest to me, but poor me! The one was ready. My body smashed against the cold steel of a sword rather than a flesh and I dropped back to the ground, feeling utterly hopeless now. I almost didn’t feel the next thrust of a dagger aimed at my stalk and I remember just lying there, jelly all around, hoping that at least the image of my last moments would haunt them to their grave.
Then I heard the whizzing sound of an axe coming down, and the next instant I stopped feeling anything. I was dead.
Just like that.
And now that I am here, my only consolation is that, perhaps, I had died for the greater good. Perhaps the three ‘humans’ were in an important quest to save the world or something and they desperately needed to kill a Chu Chu for it. Who knows, maybe right now I am being used as a ingredient for a pillar that holds up the world like they said in stories. If I was being used for that...then I think I would not mind very much that I was killed for it. I really cannot imagine what I would do if, say, I was killed simply for making a chu jelly toast for a no doubt barbaric being. Perhaps my spirit would come out and scream at them every night if I was killed for that needless thing. Please remember that, for whatever reason they needed me, I was tortured before my death and my mother had lost her youngest daughter because of it.
I only hoped that my untimely death was useful, that is all.
But please tell me, my masked friend, since you are the only one that I meet here. Perhaps you know how I can meet the Hero of Time? The stories told that he was a pillar of justice even to us monsters, and I really want to meet him and tell him of my unfortunate circumstance. It is not that I hold a grudge to the three humans.... Well, maybe a little. But nevertheless I only wanted to make sure that my innocent death was not in vain, and the only one I can trust is the Hero of Time, the Paragon of Justice and Virtue.
If...if I really was killed for meaningless purpose, then I only pray that His holy wrath smite those three sinful 'humans'. Those three monsters!
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Charles Antony
Junior Member
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Post by Charles Antony on Jun 8, 2014 11:56:29 GMT
D-don't mind me, just gonna throw one in here if that's okay...*hides* Original post is here.
Clock.....Town. Every time I think about the name, I cringe. Really, now, they couldn't find anything more interesting to call the place? Perhaps it's merely the interpretation of one who is not native to Termina...but it seems so very... bland to me. The company, on the other hand...well, the people here are infinitely better than any name might suggest. But then I do always tell the kids not to judge a book by its cover. So I suppose a town and its name qualifies under the same phrase. This 'Clock Town' is clean and fresh, much better than some of the backwater towns I've been in. I can only hope that my... family might consider staying here, permanently. If only for their safety. But I'm just as aware that convincing a wanderer to settle down is...no easy task to manage. I just wish...they could be seen in the eyes of others as normal people. It's true they are wanderers - and even thieves. But only by necessity, only because it's how they've lived all their lives. Most just see the thieving side - but I know they aren't just that. If it wasn't for these gypsies I...wouldn't be here. Why did they save me? For a prize, for something in return? No. No, they risked what little resources they had to save a stranger - because it was the right thing to do. And that's more than could be said for many. I'm just glad that Clock Town seems...more accepting than the rest. But even still, I have my eyes on those guards... I adjust the uncomfortable load in my arms, careful not to jostle its contents. On the budget we have...I can't risk spoiling any food. But it's hard to walk comfortably in a crowd like this. Perhaps...not for most, but for me...weak as I am...it's a labouring experience. This is the best time to shop, though; there always seems to be some suspicion that an adolescent out shopping by himself means trouble. When I'm caught up in the throngs of a crowd, it seems they don't mind as much. ...Doesn't mean I have to like it, though. I can't stand crowds, honestly; they're rude and pushy. But that, again, is my own failing. My cursedly weak disposition will be the end of me yet. The sooner I'm out of this crowd, the better. Today was Fruit day. Or, so the kids would have me call it. I couldn't fathom why, but they seem to have a strong fixation on fruit - berries, particularly. I'd bought some yesterday...but if I know these kids right, those are gone already. And...the bread, too, but that was slowly dwindling over the last couple days. Lastly....peppers. I'd found rather interesting recipe while at work today, and wanted to try it out. Most of what I need...is at home already. I just needed peppers, and of course the bread. It would be a nice way to get the kids to eat vegetables, at least. It was sometimes difficult, dealing with the kids. Especially the youngest three. One of them is only six, and the other two, heaven help me, eight. The two elder children are fortunately past the chaotic age and at least hod themselves with some level of maturity...but even so, it really is still a hassle. I like kids just fine -- honestly, they make my day. But we just have a small place, and Moira and I...we have to take care of five of them...and we're barely in adulthood ourselves. At least they cooperate with us; our place is small, so any kind of chaos would overturn the place. It's a bathroom...two bedrooms - one which serves as a kitchen - and that's really it. All seven of us share the two bedrooms, but fortunately the five kids can fit in one just fine. The other one is where Moira and I sleep. I suppose it's all right; in a small place, we can hear when the kids are up and trying to sneak out. And...they do that. Because try as I might to teach them not to steal...they just grew up that way. It's hard, unlearning something you were taught all your life... I freeze mid-step, mid-thought, catching the sound of a woman crying......... thief. And out of the corner of my eye I could see him, the third-youngest of the ki....... "No, no...Iman, no...." I mumble, and suddenly I become just as aggressive with the crowd as they typically are with me - though, I make sure to apologize as I shove through them. That was definitely Iman, and he had that woman's....something. Not only that - the woman had called for a Guard of all people. I was nearly frantic at this point; if a guard caught Iman, he'd relive what happened..... then. My own scar burned at the thought, or perhaps it burned from the stress, I don't know. All I knew was that I had to get to him before that Guard did. A loud shout caught my ears, and suddenly, everything seemed to freeze - except my heart, which pounded a mile a minute. Not only had the voice frantically shouted my name....it had done so in a painfully familiar baritone. At that moment I lost my grip on the bag of groceries I carried - save for the bread, which I clenched tightly to my chest. Vaguely I wondered if I'd imprinted on the loaf, and hoped it wasn't going to be a problem. That, though, was pushed back by the million questions that flooded my mind; was this man...who I thought it was? If indeed so...why was he in a Guard's uniform? How did he come to be in Termina - in Clock Town, for that matter? Was he following me? ...And as I turned to face the owner of that voice, not one of those inquiries escaped my lips, the only sound coming from me being a small whimpering hiss. Finally though...it seemed my larynx decided to obey me, though only one word could be forced through my mouth. "B.....
Brother?"
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Post by Nayru on Jun 12, 2014 23:49:46 GMT
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Silva Hellwind
Other
Power Greater and more Terrible than anything witnessed!
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OOC Name: Skeith; Terror of Death
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Post by Silva Hellwind on Jun 14, 2014 21:32:05 GMT
I stood outside the entrance to the graveyard, patiently awaiting the arrivals for my first challenge in the area, it was getting darker now that the sun was sinking below the horizon, the Keese were starting to wake up and were flying around as the first stars began to show themselves. I had been cautious not to loiter around while the gravekeeper was toiling around and tending to the graves, but now that he was asleep, the stalchildren were out and the moon was begining to shine on the area with which the young Stalfos were frolicing around the three graves that were more recognisable than the others. "I hope they enjoy themselves, after all... they should be able to handle this kind of challenge with ease." I said to mymself, even though I knew that the captain of my army would also enjoy the fun of the hunt.
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Silva Hellwind
Other
Power Greater and more Terrible than anything witnessed!
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OOC Name: Skeith; Terror of Death
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Post by Silva Hellwind on Jun 14, 2014 23:52:14 GMT
Excerpt from 'Cheating Death'
The imp's smile from behind the mask was as nothing to the presence before him, I was busy looking for something to kill time with, but when I was addressed by Roger, my gaze focused openly on the imp in an instant. "So you are the one who decides to pay me a visit? Your summoning of the Big Poe in Clock Town did pique my interest, as I normaly summon the Undead to my beck and call." I said as I leaned foreward on my throne, my skull bedecked with two horns on the sides like a crown, was enough reason to scare anyone that was a meat-filled carcass half to death, and my beady red eyes were alight with an honor-bound malice that was always seen when he went hunting Garo. "What business would the likes of you want with me?" I said in a calm tone as my crimson armored fingers drumed the arm of my throne, the other hand putting my reflective mask within the folds of the armored coat I was wearing.
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Silva Hellwind
Other
Power Greater and more Terrible than anything witnessed!
Posts: 88
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OOC Name: Skeith; Terror of Death
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Post by Silva Hellwind on Jun 15, 2014 0:27:38 GMT
Excerpt from 'Princes of the Universe' "The epitaph aren't dangerous unless provoked. So it takes a note of caution and a sense of when to prevent such creatures from beseiging an area all at once, Lord Eral." I said calmly as I peeled a cooked fish of its scales, gutted, and de-boned it so I could eat. Being a skeleton with a flair for the macabre, I sure as hell was not predisposed to plotting dastardly death traps and equally dangerous machinations. After I had my fill of good eating{which was roughly 1/3 of what was on the table}, I turned to Roger. "I happily accept this alliance, and will send a mesanger if the Garo situation gets a little hairy, we can also plan the subjegation of this region's temple resident within my castle, as it will be useful between the three of us to make these zora people suffer." I said, giving both Roger and Brohntic a nod that the raid of the Great Bay Temple would need to be planned with care and strategy. "Now I believe you are wondering if someone like me would be able to swim, Roger." I said as I turned to look at the masked imp. "The simple truth is that I have only done so when I was still alive, if it carried on in death then I would be as slow as a turtle with a hernia, so an undead like me could easily walk underwater without the need to breath for a long period of time, or until I surface to scare unsuspecting tourists." I added, noting my sudden sinister desire to want to cause my own brand of mayhem by scaring all of the Zoras with a hoard of Desbreko and skullfish.
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Post by Nayru on Jun 16, 2014 3:11:37 GMT
Sorry Skeith, should have mentioned you can only do it once... So even though you wrote three posts, you'll only be awarded for one. ^^;; +30 Rupees~
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Josh Dragonsflame
Hylian
Black Knight
"I never truly knew what love was until you came into my life. Thank you."
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OOC Name: Josh
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Post by Josh Dragonsflame on Jul 16, 2014 5:53:15 GMT
Original Post, with Selene MerrowsJosh was hesitant to begin with about having Selene be the diversion. But she'd proven to him back in Woodfall Temple that the Heroine was fully capable of handling herself. This time, he wouldn't canoodle her in terms of combat roles. It would be a disrespect to her and her ability in combat to do so. Still, he had nerves about it. Hesitations, of course. Was putting Selene in the way of danger wise? Yes and no. Yes, there was the risk of her getting hurt. But if Selene could focus herself on dodging it's rocks, Josh would have a clear shot as soon as it fired. As Selene took off, Josh would hang back in the background, inching to the side, steadily watching the Octorok in hopes that it would take the bait while he tried to aim a good shot at it... It would take the bait, and go for Selene. Josh's free hand would burst into flames as a fireball rose from it... Aiming... Aim.... Aim... "Do it now, Josh!" Selene had let out, and he fired. As he fired, the Octorok would also fire a rock at her. Almost at the exact same moment, the rock would nail Selene just as the fireball exploded right onto the Octorok, causing it to sputter around for a moment before falling dead into the water. "SELENE!" he cried out as he saw her hurt, badly by the looks of it. This time, he was concerned more then ever. He knew she could take a simple Keese bite. The girl was tough as nails, he knew that. But the poor girl had just gotten blasted head on by a large mini-boulder bullet from an Octorock, and it was all his fault! He rushed to her side, kneeling down and seeing she was having trouble breathing. He squeezed her hand a bit as he checked to see how she was. "Hey... It's okay, I'm here now..." he said quietly, continuing to squeeze her hand gently. "I'm so sorry Selene... This is all my fault..." he whispered, gritting his teeth. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry...." he said quietly, taking a breath. "Come on... Let's get you up... You're gonna be okay... I'm sure of it..." he said, taking little breaths to try and calm himself. But he couldn't stop himself from feeling guilty. He'd put Selene in harms way just to get a clear shot at it. The strategy had worked, it had killed it in one shot. Selene would be alright, of course. Octoroks weren't known for their high damage, and he was sure Selene had probably taken worse. But he couldn't help but feel guilt over all this.-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------I couldn't help but feel adrenaline pumping through my veins as I watched carefully the foul octo-ish creature as it descended into the water. What prompts a creature like that to just pop out of the water and spit boulders and shit at people anyway? Is it territorial? Or was it protecting something? Or was it just not into Hylians and wanted to scare them off so he could find a squid mate to run off holding tentacles with? Regardless, I... Wasn't exactly too sure about assigning Selene as a diversion. I mean, hell, it made sense. 6'1 guy in the big ducking armor that would probably inhibit his speed stays back and charges a fireball that would be sure to kill the Octo thing, while the woman who was much less heavily clothed and capable of going faster distracts it while making sure not to get hit herself. Selene, at this stage, had a better chance of dodging it then me, right? And she never had mentioned to me if she knew any magic. Actually, if she did, she'd have probably brought it up if it was capable of slam-boning this thing to pieces in one shot before it could hit us.
But yet... It was true. She was tough. She'd proven that to me back on Woodfall. It'd be unfair to her for me to canoodle her and prevent her from getting in some danger just because I fear for her safety. She was a strong woman, who could take care of herself, and inside I knew this. That was why I'd suggested it, I wouldn't have otherwise, and I'd have just probably jumped into the water and strangled the damned thing with my bare hands instead of playing it smart. I mean, what other option did we have if we couldn't hit it up here without getting blasted with hard giant rocks?
If Selene could just focus... I know she'll do fine, I thought to myself. She just needs to be fast, and I KNOW she's capable of it... If she can handle this, I'm sure I could get a clear shot and destroy this thing before it can do any serious harm. It was now or never, right?
I watched as the silver haired maiden took off, heart heavy at the thought of letting her endanger herself for our sakes. I watched, steadily inching myself toward the edge as I allowed my blade-less left hand to begin glowing. Within moments, it had set itself aflame, and a sphere of flames would erupt from it, harmlessly licking at my features without me feeling a thing except heat... Heat my body had adjusted to since meeting the great fairy back in Woodfall. A quaint sort... More polite then the other two I'd met, now that I thought about it...
Regardless of idle thoughts though, this was my focus now. I just waited, trying to keep myself out of sight of the Octorok so it'd go for Selene and leave itself open.
Boom, it would burst out of the water like predator waiting for prey... And Selene was it's prey, I KNOW I could see in it's cold eyes.
Immediately, as Selene's tender voice called, I threw it. No sooner had the girl shouted "Do it now, Josh!" had I released every bit of that energy into the flame, and loosed it upon the creature with as much speed as I could... I had to get it before it could get her....
As I prepped my throw, the creature had at the same moment decided it'd found Selene to be good target practice. As it's stone left it's gaping mouth, or... WHATEVER that was, my fireball would hit it's mark. The creature would sputter around for a moment, seeming lost in it’s own thoughts before it dropped dead, sinking into the water like a stone thrown carelessly across the Great Bay.
Then my eyes drifted to an even worse sight. Selene lying on the ground. From my view, she could have been clutching her gut or her heart. I couldn’t see from there…
“SELENE!” I could feel myself cry out in agony. Damnit, no… That hadn’t gone according to plan… I felt my heart rip out of my chest as I rushed to Selene’s side, kneeling down near her and checking her.
She was clutching her chest, or her gut… Whichever fit the situation… She seemed to be breathing, and didn’t seem to be dying… That was good, at least…
I couldn’t help but feel my heart sink to the depths… Hylia’s name, what had I done? I knew she’d be alright, she’d likely just gotten the wind knocked out of her. Octoroks weren’t known for their damage causing prowess, but those rocks were a stinker. What bothered me the most though? It was MY fault this had happened. Sure, we had no other choice but… There had to be another way, and I was too rash to think of one. And now I’d gone and put someone who I cared deeply for in danger.
I couldn’t help it, I couldn’t help but worry like the dickens about her and check her, check to see if anything was wounded. My hand instinctively reached out to hold hers, my palm gently touching the soft skin of her own as my fingers briskly entwined themselves between hers. It was here I realized something….
“…. Fuck, I have massive hands” I thought to myself as I subconsciously compared my mammoth mitts to those of the slightly smaller woman’s. But that idle thought didn’t last long as I gently allowed myself to squeeze her hand. I doubted it would do much, but not much else I could do for a girl that had just gotten the Hylia knocked out of her.
I was unable to stop myself, sadly. The words poured out like milk spilling from the carton.
"Hey... It's okay, I'm here now..." I could hear myself say as I squeezed her hand reassuringly. “I’m so sorry, Selene… This is all my fault…” I whispered to the poor girl in an apologetic and remorseful manner. I knew deep down that Selene would probably disapprove of this, sadly. She didn’t seem the type to be okay with being worried about and fawned over, as evidenced by the conversations we had previously about her mother. But… I couldn’t stop the words from coming out of my mouth. I couldn’t stop the ball of emotions welling up in my being, bordering on insanity in their intense thrashing within my head. It was true, emotions could induce actions in sentient beings far out of their control, and this was in wide display here as I gritted my teeth, letting the emotion out here, whether I liked it or not…
I could hear myself mutter “I’m sorry…” several times to Selene. Not because she was hurt, I knew she could handle it… But because it was MY fault she had gotten hurt. It was my stupid plan, my stupid idea, and my stupid want to get rid of the beast as soon as possible that had put Selene in harms way and now look what had happened.
Finally, I breathed. I allowed myself to relax a bit. There wasn’t any use in both of us having issues if I couldn’t keep myself together. With Selene having breathing troubles at the moment, it was up to me to try and get us both together here so we could move on.
“Come on… Let’s get you up… You’re going to be okay, Selene… I’m sure of it…” I said quietly to the silver-haired maiden as I tried to help her to sit up. The overwhelming guilt on my end only amplified by the strong emotions that for some reason I held in regards to Selene, it was hard to keep myself strong and focused, and keep my composure, but I had to. For my sake and Selene’s.
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Nerina Lif
Hylian
the waitress
*trips* oops, 'scuse me!!
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Post by Nerina Lif on Jul 16, 2014 10:23:04 GMT
( original — for greatest possible clarity, I highly recommend reading this first) Okay, I'll be honest — I've been up all night. I was bored! Insomnia! (Insert third excuse here)! And this is the sort of madness that happens when I have insomnia. For anyone who's ever wondered what it's like to be inside somebody with ADHD's head, here you go! And for anyone else… hang on tight. It's not simply a "bumpy" ride.
I couldn't believe it. I just could not comprehend. What did he say? "Brother"?"No. Way." Oh. Looks like I used to be holding a ladle. This is impossible — no, incredible — no! A miracle! A Goddess-given Sacred Realm miracle wrapped in a shroud of ABSOLUTE AWESOMENESS! THIS IS NO WAY HOW!? (I literally feel my ability for cohesive thought processes dwindling into single digits. I swear. I totally do.) I can't help myself. (Are they further away now? Is that just me? Oh, I'm walking. Oops.) I've lost control. Well, darn. Here it comes. I can feel the explosion bubbling up from the inside — the confused mess of tangled phonetics stampeding toward my mouth. I'd give it about T minus three Farore… two Farore… one Farore… Hyrule, we have Nerisplosion. "No way no way no way no way no WAY NO WAY NO WAY NO WAY NOWAYNOWAYNOWAYNOWAYNOWAAAAAAAY!! OHMYGODDESS THIS IS THE BEST THING IN THE OH MY GODDESS EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!" I'm jumping, I'm spinning, I'm practically levitating! I CAN'T BELIEVE IT! The brothers, long-lost — THEY FOUND EACH OTHER! It's better than a storybook, better than a song, better than a I ought to write a poem. How would it even- I'M SO HAPPY I COULD CRY start? "There once was"? That sounds like a limeri- Do they need someth- Is ther- Am I supposed to be doing a-Wait I'm a hostess! HOSTESS!! Hostess hostess hostess mode hostess focus on being a I CAN'T STOP SMILING hostes- Wait I should ask if he- "Are you staying at a hotel somewhere? Oh, tell me you're not staying at a hotel! I'm sure there's…" Oh darn better think qui-Yes "…yes, we could fit people here! You shouldn't stay in a hotel!" Too forceful? Or too- Food!! "We can eat dinner!" Is there enough chicken? I didn't expect a gu- Dog! "Did you meet the dog?" Hope he isn't afraid of dogs, that would be an issu- Wait he's wearing a- "Can I take your coat?" I CANNOT STOP SMILING HELP ME I'M STUCK "Ohmygosh YAAAAY!" Wait – he talked – was it important? Ohhhhhhhhhhh what'd he say what'd he say what'd he say he said tea- Tea? TEA?! HOW DARE HE! Charles. Not he. Charles Charles Charles Charles like a spaniel but he really looks like a Great Dane NONONO THINK SPANIEL "Right! Tea!" okay, fake drama voice, it's go time "ExCUUUUUUSE ME?!" dramatic finger point: go OH WAIT STOP KEEP THIS I've come to spin a tale/Of that which once was lost/Two brothers… -ale? "Guests are," Two brothers word word -ale "guests are," -ale what rhymes with -ale "guests are…" rhymes with Wait, I'm not making any sense. Um... oh, to the Sacred Realm with it. "Are don't make tea!" Okay but really now. -Ale… pale fail (without fail?) nail mail male… I might've lost the meaning with that bit up there. Oops. Nowaitguest quick what do you do when you have a guest SIT YES SITTING IS GOOD what's a good excuse I can use to get out of here so I can rhyme- The Couch. "Come, Charles, sit! I'm sure you two've got loads to talk about! The chicken'll be a while, and the front room has a great couch." Nailed it. Yessssss. Oh, I forgot the tea! (… grail dale vale ("hill and vale", that could be good) sale sail hail tail tale? no can't use that) No, Nerina. TEA. NOW. "And I'll get that tea." Wait, what kind did he say? (Rail, whale, bail, vale, vail, mail – didn't I say mail? I've come to spin a tale,/Of that which once was lost/Two siblings, ma— Of two, both mal– THIS IS THE BEST DAY EVE– wait stop the presses here it is: Of brothers torn by hill and vale;/Of long lost paths recrossed. YES good keep it TEA! "Black, or otherwise?" Got that. Okay. I've come to spin a tale,/Of that which once was lost/Of brothers torn by hill and vale;/Of long lost paths recrossed. Recrossed… that's legal, right? Yes, it is, 'cuz I say it is, and I'm a bardess so I can. Right…? Yeah – I mean, maybe – I mean- TEA, DANGIT! TEEEEEEEEA! SOMEONE MAKE ME STOP SMILING! (rail?)
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Post by Nayru on Jul 20, 2014 21:54:27 GMT
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Anabella Orin
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Post by Anabella Orin on Jul 26, 2014 16:45:17 GMT
Complaining First Hand
I honestly was completely shocked with him. Did he think I was joking with everything? Or maybe he was just stupid. Yeah, that one was probably it. Basically everybody else had some sense in their head and would take the time I just gave him and get out. I don't put up with their bullshit and they don't put up with mine. That's it, that's where it should end. But no, of course this Hylian idiot was nothing more than that: an idiot. He's useless to me, and probably even to himself. That's sort of sad, I think. Correction, that would be sad if I cared about his existance. The problem I'm running into with this...thing, is that I don't have anything to continue this conversation on, and I have no intentions of continuing. Do I just bitch? Probably, because I know I do that pretty well. He's still talking. How is he still talking? That can't be possible for that much stupid to come out of one mouth for as long as it is going on right now. Maybe I should call a doctor to see if he is having some sort of seizure. You know what, fuck that, if he's having a seizure let him have it. I still can't believe he's touching me. Didn't his parents tell him that it wasn't okay to feel up strangers and shit? Or maybe he was just a perverted man putting his arm around her in hopes that he'd be getting a handful later on. Yeah, he's going to get a handful of fist if he doesn't take his arm away. You know what, I'm going to mess with him; toy with his stupid perverted ways. "Alright, I don't believe I asked for you to go run along, I told you to go run along. There's a difference that I'm sure you know as a guard between a request and an order, or did you not pay attention to that part when they went over it with you?" Jeez, what kind of guard did he think he was? Did he not know an order when he heard one? Maybe he was the shittiest guard that all the others laughed at or told to do stupid things and laughed while he did them. Maybe that's why he was around. Screw all of them. "Furthermore, I can't think to take you seriously for a moment as you contradict yourself within a matter of minutes. It's humorous really, and rather remarkable might I add. I couldn't think to contradict myself so soon." I couldn't stop myself from shaking my head. It's honestly not that hard to think back two seconds to what you said and stop yourself from contradicting yourself. After all, what idiot talks about how humble he is and then goes on to brag about everything he has done in the last year? Not even so much as that, but he threw in a personal jab saying that he was a better person than I am! I mean, it is probably true to say that he is the "good guy" of the world, but more often than not, the good guys are the ones that die first in the end. "For somebody that doesn't particularly think highly of themselves, they just went on about their adventures of recent, made sure to give two things that they do as a job, bragged as to the people you've seen, given me your name, and proclaiming you have purpose--let alone all unwarranted by me. Hell, you even made sure to add the extra twist of a knife to point out that you're better than me." I had to clap. Who wouldn't have clapped? It was so impressive to be so stupid so quickly. If only things weren't made so easy all the time to mock, I might be a nicer person. Mmmm, no. That was a lie. "So let me finish this off right, then," I said placing my hand on his forearm. He, once again, made things far too easy for me. He was basically begging for me to ruin his day even more than he already ruined mine by existing. I felt morally obligated to tug on his arm and force my elbow back into his chest. And so, that's what I did. If I didn't, what kind of person would I be? Stupid, that's what. "Here's how it is, Greenie. I'm not touchy. I never will be touchy. If you're looking for touchy, go to a whore house or something. I'm sure your kind has enough of them, right? And more so, enough with this "young" and "little" bullshit. You look as if you've a fresher face than I and I've got an inch or two on you. There's nothing "little" about me in comparison to the likes of you." My face was twitching a bit at this point. I was kind of assaulted by idiocy too fast and it was affecting my physical being. "You're not getting a name, you're not getting my proof of merit, you're not gaining any points of respect here. If you weren't a guard, I'd have worked your arm out of your socket for pulling some serious shit rather than just giving it a tug." It was his fault; truly it was. He was the one that left his arm on my shoulder after I told him to fuck off. I am at the point now where I had to figure out how to tell him that I'm done with him, for real this time so that he couldn't get it mixed up with some of his grey matter in the head, if there was any of that in there. I started to tap my chin in thought. "You know, in most cases, I'd be thinking about how somebody would fight back after being hit in the chest, but you've got a couple options here. One, you can fight back and hit me, proving you're nothing more than I am. Claim it's self defense all you want, but it's shitty guardsman ethics to let one Zora woman get to you." I held up a second finger and counted it with my other hand. "Two, you can just take the hit and yell at me from here, saying whatever you want. I don't care, and in fact I encourage your words because you'll be just like everyone else." And then game my third finger. "Third, and my favorite, just get out." Honestly, it was simple as that. Maybe this time, since I used the words "get out," also known as common nomenclature for leaving by demand, this stupid ass Hylian would actually do it. Sure, the first time I said something to him and told him to get out of my sights, he was going to, but he also said nothing and smiled that dumbass smile. He probably didn't get what I said and was just saying "Duhuh!" in his head. "I'd be thinking something along the lines of who the hell is guarding in your place. Just going off on an adventure whenever you so choose makes me think of a lack of effort in your job. Not to mention that you're currently a guard hissing with a Zora on the beach. Excellent uniform you're wearing as well." The way things work around Clock Town were pretty broken apparently. I'm pretty sure that the way that guarding works is that you get the day shift or the night shift. That's it. So whatever the hell this stupid ass greenie was thinking to himself when he wandered off to go be an adventurer if you call going into your back yard an adventure. Nayru almighty, he seemed like a waste of air space. There could be something like a tree using that space. And you know what? It'd be more useful. "No matter what option you choose, I'm done with you. And as I said, I don't ask. And as I said. Run. Along. Greenie."★ She's not any nicer in the first person
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Wyatt Hudson
Hylian
"Research is creating new knowledge."
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Post by Wyatt Hudson on Jun 10, 2015 16:53:14 GMT
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I sat in my house in West Clock Town on this rather dreary and rainy night, a pair of black pants and white shirt, per my normal attire. The weather as of late has been rather sporadic, just yesterday it was nice a sunny even a little unusually warm for this time in the season, but regardless that didn’t matter, it simply meant that I will not get in any research today, or at least none that is direct observation. My house is modest, nothing too extravagant and yet at the same time not in shambles. I live by myself and my home contains mostly the bare minimal items needed to continue on daily life. However it does contain a few items some would consider non-essential, though I would disagree on this term. Inside and to the right are two large bookcases completely filled with books, most of which are a collection of various works of history on Hyrule, Zora, and Goron and much more, scattered throughout these books are also an array of notebooks and lose pages that I had taken observation and notes on, to the normal person all of this might not seem to have a very concrete pattern to it, but to me any of the books or notes were easily findable. Next to the book case sat a solitary desk where I currently am sitting and my usual work station for compiling notes and reading up on anything. Though for more casual reading I often retreat to the opposite side of the room that contains a more comfortable chair, resembling an average sitting room as most people would be familiar with including a couch, chair, and fireplace, as well as a lantern for any reading I want to partake in at night. I hear a knock at my front door. Odd..at this time at night. Someone to see me? Unusual…though I guess for the most part guess have been pretty sparse… I slowly stood up walking towards the door, arriving promptly as the third knock ended. I gripped the knob slowly opening the door revealing both a mysterious looking man, clad in a black cloak. Along with him too though it seemed was some kind of cat, but no cat that I had ever seen before. I looked back to the man forcing myself not to turn back to this mysterious cat. People acted mysterious all the time that was no surprise, but this creature, it was most likely not even a cat something new something different it intrigues me. “Hello.” I said calmly as I looked out the door at the man. “Is there something I might be able to help you with?” I was both curious and nervous right now, it wasn’t uncommon to encounter bandits, and however it was rare they ask to be invited into your house simply to pillage it. Something right then made me feel uncomfortable with this whole situation, however I knew I was past the point of simply slamming the door on the man and for now would simply have to roll with what this situation was going to present to me.
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