Lugubrious

Legends of Zelda... and Everyone Else

This RP is already moving faster than I am used to. A post per day is about the usual speed for me.

Your spy is moving incredibly quickly between what I assume is the Gerudo Desert and Castle Town. Less than an hour has passed since the event in Magtail for my characters; two trips of that caliber is quite impressive. Teleporation magic must be involved.

If not, I recommend employing some sort of crystal-ball through which the spy and Ganondorf can communicate, to make it somewhat more plausible at least for this universe.

Legends of Zelda... and Everyone Else

As odd trio began their journey, with the taller Twili moving more slowly than usual so that Happy would not be troubled to keep pace with them, Midna answered. “Magic. Specifically, telekinesis, the moving of objects with the mind. Both Zant and I are sorcerers, you see, but that's only part of what makes us stronger than Zelda.” Knowing now that the salesman had been at her speech, Midna opened the political floodgates. This man, she decided, she would try to convert. “Every word rang with truth. Some overstatements were made to carry the point across, certainly, but I am a firm believer in the power of a person with ideals. The legends foretell that this Princess will be stolen from her people and the land plunged into darkness. In the tales, it is the Hero of Time that saves her, but by instituting a new, stronger ruler, that hardship need never come.”

At a fork in the street, she paused to ask Happy which direction he recommended. A few second later, the trio was on its way once more, headed out of the trade district and toward the societal district. Only a few steps down the left road, however, a wide-eyed couple of teenagers accosted them. “Whoa!” bubbled the older one, a girl with short, blonde hair of about fourteen years. “You're Midnight! You were...Magtail...tomatoes...I heard you were killed!?”

Zant moved the rain-shield forward a bit so that it protected the children as well. Noticing the magical construct, they stared at it in wonderment. The Twilight Princess stooped so her eyes were on level with the young Hylians, grasping their attention. Very seriously, she chimed, “The fanatic Goron nearly got me, my sweet, but I was able to escape just in time.” Regaining her full height, Midna adopted a regal gesture, with one fist against her hip and the other over her hair clasp. Her eyes shut, she declared dramatically, “Never fear. It takes a lot more than that to pull one over on Princess Midna.” One of her eyes opened, and it looked down at the girl with a twinkle. “That's me!” She cast her arms wide and snapped her fingers. Out of nowhere, a slight ripple of red, angular electricity passed over her arms, creating bright sparks.

Clapping their hands, the children expressed their amazement. “Wow! She's got magic tricks,” the older one whispered, and her little sister agreed. “Yeah! Way cooler than the other Princess! We gotta tell Beck!” With that, they rushed off, their feet making a quick series of splashes against the wet pavement. “Not too fast now, or you'll slip! And tell your parents too!” Midna called after them.

Zant's voice emanated from behind her, not much louder than the insistent drone of rain on roofs. “The rumors are moving faster than I imagined. The people must be starved for something -or someone- extraordinary. I doubt that all the citizens will be so easily impressed.” His illuminating orange gaze fell upon the Happy Mask Salesman. “And...what about you...sir? What do you think?” While it was clear he was attempting to be sociable, it was equally clear that it wasn't his strong suit. “

Pokemon: The Spectre Conspiracy (Reboot)

Good luck!

Fairy Tail: United we Stand REMAKE

Draexzhan said
Ah yes. Combine that with Sm4sh, I'm going to be very busy, as well.

Pretty much this.

Legends of Zelda... and Everyone Else

With a methodical slowness, Midna turned the mask over in her slender fingers. Abruptly, she turned around to show the mask to her companion, presenting the back of her cloak, with all of its elegant designs, to the Happy Mask Salesman. Rather than heavily accented Hylian, she conversed with him in Twilit, which could only have sounded like musical gibberish to the man seated behind her. “I cannot tell if he heard us or no. Regardless, it makes little difference. Our means may be a little underhanded, but our mission is pure.”

Zant's reply came in Twilit also. “As you wish, princess.”

At that, Midna turned back, switching to the common tongue as she did. “My attendant here doesn't seem to think that the mask suits him, but your gift is too generous to refuse.” She playfully held the mask over her own face, peering at the smiling man through its eyeholes without putting it on. “And your compliments are too kind. I know perfectly well how alien I must appear.” As she depreciated herself, she tied the mask's string around the waistband that secured her half-dress in place so that she wouldn't have to carry it. After that, she paused as an idea popped into her head. “Perhaps, sir, you would care to walk with us? This conjured barrier will keep the elements from soaking your merchandise. We came here to tour the city, but in this deluge unlucky Midna and Zant cannot tell up from down. If you're not too busy...?” She fluttered her eyelashes prettily.

Legends of Zelda... and Everyone Else

Well Apollo, you're partially to blame for that. Prince of Seraphs is currently awaiting your reply.

I am in the process of working on a response to Happy.

Legends of Zelda... and Everyone Else

After a few moments, Midna pulled away. “Alright, enough goofing around. We've got a job to do. What's on the table, Zant?”

Zant rose to his feet in an unnatural, fluid motion, as if he were suspended by strings. In reality, he employed his telekinesis, the same sort of magic that Midna had snared the tomato with on-stage. After brushing a thin layer of dust off the seat of his robe, he began. “Groose, you must join the ranks of people spreading the tale. Your reputation will convince people to listen; from there, you must convince them of Midna's existence. Hype it up, but do not flat-out ask people to convert to our cause. For now, the Twilight Princess is a legend. Once the idea has grown in the minds of the populace, we can begin to mold it. On your way.” Groose nodded, fixed his scarlet pompadour to an appropriately jaunty angle and jogged down the opposite path from where Gorko had come in. Speaking of the Goron, Zant turned to him next. “And you.. You must find a task for us to perform. If you cannot think of anything, check the public announcement boards near the entrance to the Castle. To carry forward the theme of strength, a dispute to settle or a monster to slay would be an ideal labor. Doing such a thing for the Hylians will aid us not only by rendering them a service but also by proving our capability. Go now, brother.” Seemingly pleased by his new assignment, Gorko hustled off after Groose in a very official manner.

Following that, the two Twili embarked down the original path alone. Midna led, and Zant -as ever- coasted smoothly in her wake. As they approached the street, the steady drone of rain grew louder until they emerged from the alleyway into the morning gloom. When the drops touched his head, Zant flinched irritably, and activated his magic. About two feet above his head, a two-dimensional platform composed of black particles interwoven by blue geometric patterns appeared, against which the rain splattered. Midna looked up at it, and nodded in appreciation. As she did so, her gaze fell upon the Happy Mask Salesman seated upon a barrel by the alley's entrance. It only took a moment to put two and two together. Zant followed her gaze and glared at the purple-clad merchant with luminous orange eyes. A look passed between them before Midna spoke. “Good morning, sir,” she intoned melodiously. “You strike me as a pensive individual. What is on your mind?”

Fairy Tail: United we Stand REMAKE

Though Zy spoke the truth when he accused Sanguin of eavesdropping, she cared far less about any potential rudeness her guildmates might have gleaned from her -even she even acknowledged it at all- than she did about the younger wizard talking smack. “F*** you buddy,” she shouted at the back of his head, rising to her feet with enough force to almost knock the table over.

She might have continued, perhaps followed him to punctuate her displeasure with a smack to the face, when the voice of Pollux, whom even Sanguin admired, cut across the guild hall. While his succinct explanation enlightened Sanguin a little, she still didn't have much of a clue what was going on; having not paid attention before, she was about as clear as mud on the issue. What she did understand, however, was that she might be needed. Before she could reply, Ben moved off in the direction of the grandmaster, leaving her to follow him. A hint if annoyance troubled her, for it seemed that Ben had invited her on some scheme only to immediately ignore her by walking off.

As Ben sidled up to Pollux, Sanguin wasn't far behind. Standing in front of Fairy Tail's leader and a few of his closest comrades wasn't something she was used to. Being among the other B-class wizards suited her better, and the company of lower-class wizards pleased her as well. Never one much for formalities, she launched into conversation directly following Pollux. “Don't send him alone then. Let me go too. I'm dying to maim something, but even a fresh of breath air will help, yeah? I mean, breath of fresh...you know.” Somewhat embarrassed, she ran her fingers through her short, black hair, trying to scratch an itch that didn't exist. “And anyway, the other members of my team still aren't back from that escort job.” The job in question had been taken by her team, the Wild Bunch, only a day ago, and Fairy Tail's physician had cautioned her not to go on account of a blow to the back of the head she had received the day before.

The Heroes of Beacon

The Irish Tree said
...24 fucking students is too damn many, and I'm not accepting more teachers.

Take a look at everyone who responded to your roll call.

Legends of Zelda... and Everyone Else

Let's not progress too quickly, eh? I'm done for the night. Now would be the time to switch to Ganondorf I think.