Peter heard a string of swear words and shouting from the kitchen. He'd let his powers go a little and had accidentally frozen that girl's hands in the sink. Brilliant, one day mingling and he was already making friends. Peter heard cracking of tile from the kitchen and turned to look. The floor was cracking apart giving way to ground then to an abyss that might well lead all the way down to her father's land. Daughter of Hades confirmed.
Peter reacted quickly with instinct more than rational thought. If he'd paused to thing then he would have realized that the fissure stopped a few feet short of him clearly meant as a warning. Peter swung his dominant arm away from his body and three foot long icicles formed and launched themselves at his attacker. Thankfully they burried themselves in the walls on either side of her but it was close. It was his Greek battle reflexes, or ADHD as the mortals called it. Seconds later he realized the mistake he'd made but it was too late to take it back.
"Sorry I..." Erin kicked out as far as she could with her hands frozen and slammed the door shut. Peter let the rest of his sentence out even though he knew she couldn't hear him "...didn't mean it." He looked at Adam whom he could only guess was speechless. "Sorry about your girlfriend, I should just go."
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Alex gave an inward sigh. She could tell from the how he was standing that he had no intention of pushing it past mild flirtatiousness. She knew a sales pitch when she heard one, the boy might have been trying to be nice but it was clear that he wasn't interested. A pity it was, an inventor could be a goldmine as long as you were there before he became famous. They never remembered the people that were interested in their wealth afterwards but they could name every person that supported them through it all. She hadn't exactly had much hope for it anyway. It was just something to pass the time till the Procession of the Prince of Ikana.
The gates of the Ghost Kingdom had been shut well before Alex was born but she'd heard stories and rumors of the Great Stone Tower and the city that surrounded it whispered by the people of Pirate's Landing. Some said that when the Gates of the Stone Tower opened the dead of Ikana returned to life. Other's said that a powerful mage had enchanted the corpses of the land in order to lure the Terminian's in. Theories spread far and wide but only Igos Du Ikana could know the truth and he was locked away behind the Wall of Bones. That was until now when he sent his son to Clock Town for the thirtieth Carnival of Time. Alex was looking forward to the speech and doing some recon to see how well the Prince protected his valuables.
Alex's breath froze in her chest when she heard him talk of a poisoned apple. Of course the idea of taking a life was not new to her. It was necessary sometimes but Alex strove only to end a life that deserved it and only when it was nessesary. Naturally several clients had attempted to contract her for assassinations. It was not uncommon especially for someone trained in the Gerudo arts of stealth and combat but she had always turned them down. Alex had killed a handful of times in her life and it never mattered what ind of monsters those she killed might have been the knowledge that she was stealing them from their loved ones always ate at her inside. It was not right to take someone away from their family as she'd had Ali stolen away from her.
Alex knew that Dillan spoke in jest but it still stung. She needed to find something to eat, she was done here. "I have to go." As an afterthought she added "It's not poisoned." Alex held eye contact with Dillan as she used one hand to retrieve her scimitar. She held his gaze as she snatched up one of the toys with the same hand that retrieved her sword. "I'll see you around." She said though in honest truth she never expected to see the boy again.
Alex turned away from the horrendously dressed merchant and disappeared into the crowd. She needed something to eat and some time to herself. She stopped by several of the stands a good distance from Dillan's stall and 'picked up' an orange, and a second bread role. She then stopped by the Milk Bar and after dodging several people who looked ready to collapse from over consumption, ordered a regular milk from the counter. She had not the funds for Chateau Romani whose price had gone up since the Romani Ranch began to shrink, nor did she want any at this moment. It was very potent and Alex thought it best drunk when everything else had gone to hell. It was too expensive to waste on just a bad day.
There was a spot in East Clock Town that Alex liked. On the second floor of the Stock Pot Inn there was a balcony with a large brass bell that was used to mark closing time. It didn't have the best view in the city but you could see a great deal of East Clock Town from it. When Alex reached the inn at a bit of a run she considered how to get to her spot. She could of course use the door but the wall beside the balcony was made of old worn brick that had several pieces fallen out. It made the perfect climbing surface and was faster than using the stairs. Alex quickly scaled the surface. It wouldn't have been hard for the common man to climb the ten feet to the roof, for Alex it was as simple as breathing.
It didn't look like anyone had seen her or if they had didn't really care. She unpacked the meal that she had stolen as well as a bottle from her bag. Inside the bottle was a glittering gold ball of light with frail wings flapping angrily at the glass. Looking closely there could be seen the form of a girl inside the ball of light. To most people fairies were tools to be used in battle, even the artists in there paintings portrayed them as shimmering balls of light. The fairy kept batting against the glass with force. Sometime ago Alex might have found that funny but now it just seemed futile. "Iris, that won't work. The bottle was designed to be immune to magic, guess they didn't want a bad batch of potions to melt through."
"What is the point of this thief. I know perfectly well that you are too well trained to ever expect to need me in combat so why confine me like this?" asked the fairy angrily.
Alex shrugged and started to eat her sparse meal. "I got no one else to talk to I suppose."
The gates of the Ghost Kingdom had been shut well before Alex was born but she'd heard stories and rumors of the Great Stone Tower and the city that surrounded it whispered by the people of Pirate's Landing. Some said that when the Gates of the Stone Tower opened the dead of Ikana returned to life. Other's said that a powerful mage had enchanted the corpses of the land in order to lure the Terminian's in. Theories spread far and wide but only Igos Du Ikana could know the truth and he was locked away behind the Wall of Bones. That was until now when he sent his son to Clock Town for the thirtieth Carnival of Time. Alex was looking forward to the speech and doing some recon to see how well the Prince protected his valuables.
Alex's breath froze in her chest when she heard him talk of a poisoned apple. Of course the idea of taking a life was not new to her. It was necessary sometimes but Alex strove only to end a life that deserved it and only when it was nessesary. Naturally several clients had attempted to contract her for assassinations. It was not uncommon especially for someone trained in the Gerudo arts of stealth and combat but she had always turned them down. Alex had killed a handful of times in her life and it never mattered what ind of monsters those she killed might have been the knowledge that she was stealing them from their loved ones always ate at her inside. It was not right to take someone away from their family as she'd had Ali stolen away from her.
Alex knew that Dillan spoke in jest but it still stung. She needed to find something to eat, she was done here. "I have to go." As an afterthought she added "It's not poisoned." Alex held eye contact with Dillan as she used one hand to retrieve her scimitar. She held his gaze as she snatched up one of the toys with the same hand that retrieved her sword. "I'll see you around." She said though in honest truth she never expected to see the boy again.
Alex turned away from the horrendously dressed merchant and disappeared into the crowd. She needed something to eat and some time to herself. She stopped by several of the stands a good distance from Dillan's stall and 'picked up' an orange, and a second bread role. She then stopped by the Milk Bar and after dodging several people who looked ready to collapse from over consumption, ordered a regular milk from the counter. She had not the funds for Chateau Romani whose price had gone up since the Romani Ranch began to shrink, nor did she want any at this moment. It was very potent and Alex thought it best drunk when everything else had gone to hell. It was too expensive to waste on just a bad day.
There was a spot in East Clock Town that Alex liked. On the second floor of the Stock Pot Inn there was a balcony with a large brass bell that was used to mark closing time. It didn't have the best view in the city but you could see a great deal of East Clock Town from it. When Alex reached the inn at a bit of a run she considered how to get to her spot. She could of course use the door but the wall beside the balcony was made of old worn brick that had several pieces fallen out. It made the perfect climbing surface and was faster than using the stairs. Alex quickly scaled the surface. It wouldn't have been hard for the common man to climb the ten feet to the roof, for Alex it was as simple as breathing.
It didn't look like anyone had seen her or if they had didn't really care. She unpacked the meal that she had stolen as well as a bottle from her bag. Inside the bottle was a glittering gold ball of light with frail wings flapping angrily at the glass. Looking closely there could be seen the form of a girl inside the ball of light. To most people fairies were tools to be used in battle, even the artists in there paintings portrayed them as shimmering balls of light. The fairy kept batting against the glass with force. Sometime ago Alex might have found that funny but now it just seemed futile. "Iris, that won't work. The bottle was designed to be immune to magic, guess they didn't want a bad batch of potions to melt through."
"What is the point of this thief. I know perfectly well that you are too well trained to ever expect to need me in combat so why confine me like this?" asked the fairy angrily.
Alex shrugged and started to eat her sparse meal. "I got no one else to talk to I suppose."
Actually that's probably best considering that she's most likely going to have a different alias for everyone one of the other characters plus a few on the side.
Once they all realize then I'm thinking she'll go by Ali, her sister's name.
Once they all realize then I'm thinking she'll go by Ali, her sister's name.
This happens a lot when I have a character using a fake name. Bad Wolf in your latest post you referred to Alex by her given name even though Dillan doesn't know what it is.
Looking past the rambunctious clothing the boy appeared very strange indeed. He was shorter than Alex by an inch or two and his build was as slight as hers. He might even be as agile as she was with his spindly arms and legs. His hair was long and tied back in a ponytail but his reflexes were good judging by how he hopped over the counter at the sight of her. He'd recognized immediately that she wasn't trying to behead him which was something a lot of the crowd hadn't as they'd drawn back a few feet when she'd taken the blade from its binding.
All of this Alex sized up in seconds, he was an interesting person to be sure but she felt confident that if necessary she could outrun him and a solid hit just below his rib cage would give her enough of a head start. Her face was already on the Clock Town wanted posters so having another sketch of her done couldn't hurt anything. Besides the Clock Town sketch artists could barely draw. She'd looked at some of her wanted posters in the square and even the Clock Soldiers standing nearby hadn't recognized her from it.
Marshfall was a different matter; Alex still had one of the wanted posters that had hung there. It was now about seven years out of date but for the time that it was made it looked almost exactly like her. The Deku people could draw, or maybe they sung the image on the paper. She honestly didn't know that much about them. They were secretive to any not of their ranks.
"Well hello," the merchant said like he was talking to one of the children that were gawking over his toys. He accepted the apple gracefully and Alex had no problem handing it over. She found it rather funny seeing honest people eating stolen wares without knowing it. It was even funnier when the owner of said wares realized it and the two started an argument over thievery but now wasn't that time.
The boy was clearly not native to the forge where he worked but Alex could hazard a guess that he'd been working there for at least a year, perhaps longer. Alex loved the mountain village. It had been one of the few places where she felt truly safe but Alex had to admit that women there were less than appealing, growing up like Gorons they ended up large with plenty of muscles looking more like rocks than girls. That would account for the way this man was slobbering over her and Alex's assumption was confirmed when he said in a playful voice. "But tell me, sweetie... What name was given to a vision such as yourself?"
Alex felt the urge to puke and pushed it down. No man in his right mind would possibly think that saying something like that would actually attract a girl, though now that she thought about it the tipsy maids that hung around the milk bar would have gone for a line like that. It was pathetic. She also didn't particularly like how close he'd gotten to her. When he'd first jumped over the counter and landed next to her Alex's first impulse was to grab his shoulder and use his momentum to lay him in the dust. She'd been doing it her whole life and found that it was much harder to know when to fight than the fight itself might be.
The crowd around had lost a bit of interest in there interactions and had gone back to looking at the man's wares and moving onto other locations. If she kept this going then there was always the chance that she would get the opportunity to take one of the rarer devices on the table or if she was willing to play it out then one of the prototypes he was working on. She'd get a good price for devices like this she thought but was the act really worth it. It was so much more fun playing someone who was in command as opposed to imitating the Milk Bar maids. All she needed now was a name. She saved Alex and Ali for big jobs that she liked having her family attached to but for this something ordinary would do.
"You sir..." she said using two fingers to crawl from his heart to his shoulder before using a slight force to push him back a few steps. "can call Sophia." It was nice to have a little bit of space around her. She didn't like to be crowded. The name itself she thought belonged to... a tourist she'd met in Marshfall or maybe someone in the Mountain Village. She couldn't remember, not that it really mattered. She had a list of twenty names that she could respond to as well as if she'd been born with them in her head at all times just in case an opportunity presented itself.
All of this Alex sized up in seconds, he was an interesting person to be sure but she felt confident that if necessary she could outrun him and a solid hit just below his rib cage would give her enough of a head start. Her face was already on the Clock Town wanted posters so having another sketch of her done couldn't hurt anything. Besides the Clock Town sketch artists could barely draw. She'd looked at some of her wanted posters in the square and even the Clock Soldiers standing nearby hadn't recognized her from it.
Marshfall was a different matter; Alex still had one of the wanted posters that had hung there. It was now about seven years out of date but for the time that it was made it looked almost exactly like her. The Deku people could draw, or maybe they sung the image on the paper. She honestly didn't know that much about them. They were secretive to any not of their ranks.
"Well hello," the merchant said like he was talking to one of the children that were gawking over his toys. He accepted the apple gracefully and Alex had no problem handing it over. She found it rather funny seeing honest people eating stolen wares without knowing it. It was even funnier when the owner of said wares realized it and the two started an argument over thievery but now wasn't that time.
The boy was clearly not native to the forge where he worked but Alex could hazard a guess that he'd been working there for at least a year, perhaps longer. Alex loved the mountain village. It had been one of the few places where she felt truly safe but Alex had to admit that women there were less than appealing, growing up like Gorons they ended up large with plenty of muscles looking more like rocks than girls. That would account for the way this man was slobbering over her and Alex's assumption was confirmed when he said in a playful voice. "But tell me, sweetie... What name was given to a vision such as yourself?"
Alex felt the urge to puke and pushed it down. No man in his right mind would possibly think that saying something like that would actually attract a girl, though now that she thought about it the tipsy maids that hung around the milk bar would have gone for a line like that. It was pathetic. She also didn't particularly like how close he'd gotten to her. When he'd first jumped over the counter and landed next to her Alex's first impulse was to grab his shoulder and use his momentum to lay him in the dust. She'd been doing it her whole life and found that it was much harder to know when to fight than the fight itself might be.
The crowd around had lost a bit of interest in there interactions and had gone back to looking at the man's wares and moving onto other locations. If she kept this going then there was always the chance that she would get the opportunity to take one of the rarer devices on the table or if she was willing to play it out then one of the prototypes he was working on. She'd get a good price for devices like this she thought but was the act really worth it. It was so much more fun playing someone who was in command as opposed to imitating the Milk Bar maids. All she needed now was a name. She saved Alex and Ali for big jobs that she liked having her family attached to but for this something ordinary would do.
"You sir..." she said using two fingers to crawl from his heart to his shoulder before using a slight force to push him back a few steps. "can call Sophia." It was nice to have a little bit of space around her. She didn't like to be crowded. The name itself she thought belonged to... a tourist she'd met in Marshfall or maybe someone in the Mountain Village. She couldn't remember, not that it really mattered. She had a list of twenty names that she could respond to as well as if she'd been born with them in her head at all times just in case an opportunity presented itself.
Hey Bad Wolf, two quick questions:
First do you mind if Alex pickpockets Dillan
Second if she did and be honest would he notice
On a side note if she does Alex won't clean him out completely, probably just the first two or three rupees her hands touch, i.e thirty rupees or so.
Let's face it, with the cheesy lines and all in her mind the guy is asking for it.
First do you mind if Alex pickpockets Dillan
Second if she did and be honest would he notice
On a side note if she does Alex won't clean him out completely, probably just the first two or three rupees her hands touch, i.e thirty rupees or so.
Let's face it, with the cheesy lines and all in her mind the guy is asking for it.
Okay, just tell me if he he's an existing character in TLOZ or if you made him up.
I'm this close to combing my Hyrule Historia for candidates.
I'm this close to combing my Hyrule Historia for candidates.
He's a deadman isn't he?
The Hades girl made another snide comment that Peter tried to ignore. It was Adam that Peter found interesting. When he spoke the boy mentioned a certain frozen finess and suddenly Peter knew where he recognized the boy from. The shape of his face and the look in his eyes matched that of the woman that had led Peter to Camp Half-Blood, the snow girl. He'd researched her later. She was his half-sister Chione. She was however a full goddess.
Peter stood up abruptly when Adam mentioned his ability or his curse as he'd come to think of it. He said he trained with a staff and could help Peter but he had no idea, no idea what swirled around in Peter's heart threatening to burst out in every moment. "I don't think a sparring group is a good idea." he said quietly but the others had started to run with the idea and didn't seem to hear him. Oscar launched into a rather inspired speech about giving something your all and ultimately falling flat on your face and learning from the experience. These people didn't know Peter's true problem. It wasn't that he wasn't giving it his all, it was that he struggled to resist putting everything into his fights. He was so angry all the time and he had to be very careful that anger didn't hurt anyone else.
Oscar and Erin adjourned from the group to clear the dishes. Peter turned to look at Adam. He needed to understand just why this couldn't work. Oscar was on board, Erin was alright with it though she didn't seem enthusiastic about anything and Adam had brought up the while wretched idea. "Adam, this is a bad idea." He said it with more force in his voice this time. "You were lucky with your parentage. Snow has a hard bite and a cold embrace but it's always calm. The North Wind that lives in my soul is anything but." He glanced at Oscar as he said the next part. "I don't have a problem with trying with 'giving it my all' that would be so easy for me but I can't. I don't know how far my powers go, how much damage I could do. When I was walking to the Camp years ago the worst storm New York has ever seen blew in to guide me. If I can do that imagine what my unbridled power would do to this Camp and once it gets going I can't stop."
To emphasis his point Peter knelt down to the ground and touched two fingers to the cold tile floor. From his fingers a thin layer of ice raced across the tile crawling up the counters and walls. The windows became frosted and the water in the sink froze. Peter quickly removed his fingers from the floor and as heat returned to the room his ice very slowly started to melt as it should. "That is what happens when I don't put all my efforts into holding it back. How much damage could that do if I let it run wild like Skippy over there is suggesting." He said motioning to Oscar. "I need to calm the storm inside of me before I can even think about trying to control it."
Peter stood up abruptly when Adam mentioned his ability or his curse as he'd come to think of it. He said he trained with a staff and could help Peter but he had no idea, no idea what swirled around in Peter's heart threatening to burst out in every moment. "I don't think a sparring group is a good idea." he said quietly but the others had started to run with the idea and didn't seem to hear him. Oscar launched into a rather inspired speech about giving something your all and ultimately falling flat on your face and learning from the experience. These people didn't know Peter's true problem. It wasn't that he wasn't giving it his all, it was that he struggled to resist putting everything into his fights. He was so angry all the time and he had to be very careful that anger didn't hurt anyone else.
Oscar and Erin adjourned from the group to clear the dishes. Peter turned to look at Adam. He needed to understand just why this couldn't work. Oscar was on board, Erin was alright with it though she didn't seem enthusiastic about anything and Adam had brought up the while wretched idea. "Adam, this is a bad idea." He said it with more force in his voice this time. "You were lucky with your parentage. Snow has a hard bite and a cold embrace but it's always calm. The North Wind that lives in my soul is anything but." He glanced at Oscar as he said the next part. "I don't have a problem with trying with 'giving it my all' that would be so easy for me but I can't. I don't know how far my powers go, how much damage I could do. When I was walking to the Camp years ago the worst storm New York has ever seen blew in to guide me. If I can do that imagine what my unbridled power would do to this Camp and once it gets going I can't stop."
To emphasis his point Peter knelt down to the ground and touched two fingers to the cold tile floor. From his fingers a thin layer of ice raced across the tile crawling up the counters and walls. The windows became frosted and the water in the sink froze. Peter quickly removed his fingers from the floor and as heat returned to the room his ice very slowly started to melt as it should. "That is what happens when I don't put all my efforts into holding it back. How much damage could that do if I let it run wild like Skippy over there is suggesting." He said motioning to Oscar. "I need to calm the storm inside of me before I can even think about trying to control it."
If the story permits it could you tell us who that old magician dude was.
He's too short to be the happy mask salesman, thought it was Tingle till he tried to kill Oliver. I assume since the dude had the LTTP medallions that the Strange Book is the Book of Mudora.
Is the old man Vaati or Agahnim or did you make him up. Man I'm really curious now.
He's too short to be the happy mask salesman, thought it was Tingle till he tried to kill Oliver. I assume since the dude had the LTTP medallions that the Strange Book is the Book of Mudora.
Is the old man Vaati or Agahnim or did you make him up. Man I'm really curious now.
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