Baklava

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I will be closing applications for new members on Sunday, so no. We're still open.

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Everybody meet Lethe! She's going to be kind of important.

Also, for anyone curious-- Her dress looks like dress D, except, like, y'know-- indigo. Also, I don't think I made it quite clear enough in the IC, but she still very much does appear to be a ball of light to most people. Staring at her directly for a long enough period of time to make out what she looks like, however, would be much like staring into a powerful UV flashlight to a slightly lesser degree. This will be my established norm for all current and future fairies (since it varies a lot in the Zelda franchise from game to game)

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Across the blazing morning skyline of Kakariko Village flitted the tiniest sliver of indigo light—unnatural in both movement and color. Upon closer inspection and through squinted eyes, the small orb of white and indigo light housed what appeared to be a small woman no larger than one’s little finger. If you were willing to risk overexposing your eyes you might even notice a pair of shining gold irises betwixt her indigo bangs, long, pointed ears, and translucent, insect-like wings.

She was much more natural than the bustling multitudes below, however… filled with fat, sticky children wearing traditional Kokiri garb; most of them rotten little creatures with a never-ending sense of self-entitlement to every single little thing that catches their fancy. Lethe knew this only because she had experienced it first hand—literally. Well, perhaps she was a little bias, but after searching for almost two years (all the while being grabbed, jarred, and nearly squashed) you probably would be a little bias, too.

“Stupid… little… why did I even fly down there in the first place…,” she grumbled, cursing herself with words she knew she ought never say aloud. She had spotted a young child crouching in an alleyway—seemingly in distress, or so Lethe had supposed. Playing hide and seek and giggling quietly to oneself could convincingly make someone look as though they were sobbing from so high up and far away. It’d taken her a good half an hour just to get the sticky sugar out of her long indigo hair and the fine threads of her tea length dress….

As for her reason for being in town at all during such a dreadfully crowded day….

Lethe perched herself atop the look out tower where a languid guard snoozed with his head in his hands. It was her favorite place to rest whenever she was in town. As one of the smallest persons in Hyrule, she found it amusing to look down on everyone. Not to mention, it was particularly helpful when it came to people finding. Today, however, she was looking for quite a few people rather than just one—some of which she wasn’t sure she really wanted to find at all. Nursing her long indigo tresses, she released an indignant snort. I’m not even sure I would consider some of these ‘people’ people at all, she thought wryly to herself.

In spite of her feelings, however, these were orders from the Goddess herself and after being exiled for such a long time, Lethe knew she oughtn’t pass up this opportunity to redeem herself. Diving from the wooden railing of the tower, a tail of disjointed fragments of light trailed behind her. Difficult to spot for anyone that wasn’t looking up or over the village from a higher vantage point, Lethe flew steadily past the windmill and towards the entrance to the graveyard—deciding to begin a more thorough sweep there. Those who did spot her would very likely wonder at the rare, unusual site of a fairy so far from the Lost Woods or a fairy fountain.

“She said they’d be easy to find,” Lethe grumbled, “but the least she could have done is give me a better description of what they looked like… the cold one… the old one… the loud one... the fish one... the noble one... the sly one...." There were so many and all she had was the vague silhouette of an image in her mind. She released a sigh, glancing left and right for anyone that might fit into the descriptions she had. If she was to be fully honest with herself, however, she was a bit bias in her search-- hoping to find one individual in particular.

The green one.... her eyes focused on the many children running past. They were all garbed in green, but she felt certain that the green one was a real Kokiri child. Looking down at shins and knees, Lethe was soon scarcely paying any attention to her other surroundings. Namely the lurking figure in the shadows-- a lanky being in a deep purple cloak with a long wooden staff and pale legs and bare feet protruding from a long, dingy looking tunic. The dark mouth of the figure's hood followed the fairy from an alleyway for some time before, with the passing of a festival-goer, it completely vanished-- the memory of it's presence like no more that ghostly vision....

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I think I know...

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Tomorrow afternoon is when I'll be starting things up, but I would really like to see people starting to interact a bit more in the meantime.

Also-- I will be closing applications for new members on Sunday.

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Yeah. You are.

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Jira also seems to quite closely resemble another anime character...



i.e. Sharing is caring, but so is citation. Site your stuff please, Reap.

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Jira pretty much just reminds me of this WTF moment in Samurai Champloo.



But, then again... there were a lot of WTF moments in that show.

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I knew I should have called it.

"Everyone begin rushing to see whose character gets to sit on top of the windmill dramatically in 3... 2... "

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@Reap: I'm about to go to bed, but right off the bat and I can tell you two things:

Firstly, you need to reread the requirements for the personality section. 4-7 words tops-- narrow that description down to 4-7 adjectives. You'll get a chance to better reveal his personality in the IC

Secondly, number his skills.

I'll read over the rest of it tomorrow. Until then... Goodnight.

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Cue the music!

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“The money is really going to help out my family. Thanks for letting me come along with you to the HOT Festival, Ms. Felicia.”

“The “Hot” Festival? Is that what the kids are calling it now? …heh…,” Felicia stifled a yawn as she glanced over the booth—several fish were laid out to sell as well as a few of her specialty lures. The fish prices were so high… normally Felicia would be ashamed, but with the major supply and demand problem that had been going on at Lake Hylia lately… she had little choice. She’d already been verbally attacked for closing her fishing pond to the public due to so many people taking advantage of it. If she’d kept it open one more week, Felicia was certain it would have become nothing more than a large, barren, oversized puddle. She stifled yet another yawn.

Linda, the enthusiastic young teen she’d hired to help, gave her a concerned backwards glance as she fixed the sign advertising fishing equipment rentals, “Are you alright? You look crazy tired. Are you tired?”

The answer was yes without a doubt. The luxury of a good night’s sleep had once again abandoned her and been replaced by nerves and nightmares. As if that weren’t enough, Felicia felt certain that her mind was really coming undone now. Every night for the last month—the same voice. The same message. And the same unexplainable feeling in her gut that told her to listen to it.

“I’m fine,” Felicia muttered, absentmindedly scratching her shoulder. Linda shot her a doubtful look, to which Felicia attempted to reassuringly smile—something she really appeared to be getting rusty at doing. The disturbed creasing of Linda’s brow only seemed to confirm this.
“I really am fine. I’m serious!” she shrugged, “Anyways… why don’t you go ahead and take a look around before it gets really busy and prices start to go up. I’ll take the first shift…. Hey Kamo!”

Felicia called to a young, skinny, dark haired man staring up at the sky and leaning up against her cart, which was a ways behind all the stalls where most of the vendors were instructed to leave them. “Do you want to check out the booths with Linda?” The boy glanced at his pretty blue-haired coworker before quickly shaking his head no and turning away. Felicia noticed the slightest trace of red in the boy’s ears, but said nothing, simply turning back to Linda. “Go ahead,” she shrugged, to which Linda thanked her gleefully and absconded to see the many wares.

Felicia took a seat in the shade behind her booth, drumming her fingernails on the counter just behind the sign that read “FRESH FISH! Only 50 rupees for a small!” Kamo soon joined her, sitting as still and quiet as ever, as they watched the crowd begin to thicken

“A lot of people collect things as a hobby,” Kamo commented suddenly as he and Felicia observed a spindly woman towing a resentful young green-clad lad behind her whilst she attempted to purchase what looked a very expensive plate. “Me, I just like to sit and gaze up at the night sky. That's all the hobby I need."

“I can’t wait for this day to end either,” Felicia responded, well accustomed to her employee’s cryptic manner of speech. With the setting of the sun, perhaps Felicia would finally be able to sleep through the night undisturbed by any strange voices-- not that she didn’t need the business. Her nightmares were already an ongoing problem and she didn’t need anything else enhancing the dark circles underneath her eyes.