In the middle of winter, our heroes asleep, lights glittered fondly as snowfall persisted. In the dark of the night, stockings being filled, the Moblin collected gifts for holidays that may not have existed. Pots of gold, colored eggs, and fireworks too. Civilians dressed all in orange to honor a year that was new. The people gathered there to celebrate the day of the King. It seemed the suspicious Moblin was once again up to his thing. From atop a mountain of pumpkins, playthings, and decor the Moblin postured. Colored feathery outfits, and food to be feasted, all of these things the Moblin procured. From this magical pile of assorted loot came a charge. There was a stampede of worker 'blins carrying gifts small and large. After all said and done, the flea market was now full. Generous givings were all for the taking, the Moblins cleared out with a new sleigh to pull. With one last blow of the holiday horn, "It's a secret to everybody!" he snorted and then he was gone. -- (In this event, you can choose any of the below treasures and receive the Moblin's chocolates along with a signed letter of his undying love. We do not recommend consuming them. Normal to Higher cost treasures will come with 2 random Kinstone pieces, while choosing a Low to Lowest cost treasure will come with 3 random Kinstone pieces! You may enter with up to 2 characters per player, and writing an in-character post to this event will allow you to claim an additional 10 rupees.) You may choose one of the following treasure options: Sympathy - a feeling of love rushes into town on the wind Lovers' Bond - this love blossoms, naturally but softly Fusion Dance - entwined are two hearts, possibly forevermore? Life-Binding Charm - a little charm. a little heart. maybe more? Spicy Stockings - fashionable orange wear in the name of the King Summon Teatime - A new surprise, a tea party anywhere for any holiday or occasion Nurse Puppet - A toy come to life, or a gift from someone who cares? Harvest Rings - Big orange pumpkins any day of the year. It will make you popular! Mask of Scents - from the spookier, creepier of seasons Skulltula Suit - shockingly surprising, a spidery skeletal suit Blizzard - support Big Cold with this intriguing spell Sapling's Song - for those evergreens that need to perk up so you can decorate them Breeze Whisper - need to send a lover's message? or maybe wishful thoughts to a family member Crackle Seed Supply - when you need fireworks fast! Hibernation - sleep those cold months right away Reflect - bounce away all the unwanted magical love, a moblin needs a break, y'know? Sobriety - you discovered that horrible drinking problem over the holidays Terror Mask - for when spooky season Never Stops Fire Rod - more orange for the King's celebration: spread that fiery surprise!
Samanosuke (Move your mouse to reveal the content) Samanosuke (open) Samanosuke (close) Walking through the flea market the swordsman couldn't believe his eyes. There were just random gifts strewn about for the taking. While there were sure to be plenty of greedy people out there that would try to take as much as they could carry, Samanosuke was more reigned in than that. No he was looking for just the right item. Something that called out to him. After a few hours of walking around looking at all of the potential spoils he would spot a suit of off white armor. It looked far more durable than what he normally wore, while looking like it wouldn't hinder his mobility at all. That's it. It was decided. Scooping up the armor Samanosuke would happily head out of the flea market his spoils tucked away in his adventure pouch. Corbin (Move your mouse to reveal the content) Corbin (open) Corbin (close) Meanwhile on the opposite side of the flea market marched a Lynel on the hunt for his own goodies. Corbin was looking for something to do with fire magic or his botany hobby. It wouldn't take long for him to come across two such treats. The first was a fire rod which would allow him to use the fire spell without the need to learn it. The second treasure that caught his eye was an ample supply of crackle seeds. The Lynel would stand stuck in one spot. He knew he could only take one treasure out of the flea market with him and now he had a choice to make. Shaking his head he would sigh and grab the fire rod and tuck it snugly into his belt. It was the obvious choice to make as he didn't have a way to effectively carry the supply of crackle seeds. Content with his choice the Lynel would make his way from the flea market to join back up with his group of friends. Samanosuke gains a Skulltula Suit, 3 kinstone pieces, and 10r. Corbin gains a Fire Rod, 3 kinstone pieces, and 10r.
It was supposed to be a good idea. The massive market had a large audience for a performance, with plenty of rupees weighing their pockets. Who wouldn't want to take advantage of that and help them lighten their loads? But it had been a mistake. Sure, the performance had been good, and Ruairi had manage to panhandle enough money to satisfy himself, but he had also… Attracted attention. Obviously. Yes, of course that always happened when one put themselves on a stage in front of a crowd and made noise, and the Rito was no stranger to getting letters of admiration after a show. It was no surprise when there was a knock on his wagon's door after he had retreated back – just like how it was no surprise that instead of a person waiting for him, only a box of some sort remained, with a letter sitting on top of it. It was only once he had grabbed them when a horrible feeling crawled up his back. He could remember it, the smell. That one winter night, when some kind of horrific monster appeared on the other side of the window and gave him a fright of a lifetime, and the stench that lingered in his wagon afterwards. Ruairi didn't know if opening and reading the letter would be better or worse. He didn't really want to know what it said, as surely, it was written by that thing… Buuuut it might also have said something about its next plan, which might have helped him avoid it in the future. As the sun set and the hustle and bustle of the market started to died down as everyone packed up what remained, the Rito was hard at work – and most likely would remain so through the whole night. He browsed through the section of a small, leathery book in frantic desperation, flipping through the pages and trying to cram everything about it inside his head in the dim candlelight of his wagon. The letter had been mostly unintelligible and impossible to read with its awful chickenscratch, but the few words he could read practically made him gag. Ruairi had long since tossed both it and the box of chocolates, and after the fastest search through the leftovers of the market known to man, he had managed to scrounge up something for his plan to evade any future rendezvous with the creature. Hopefully the stupid protection spell did what it was supposed to – and he could learn to cast it in time for when he needed it! ((Ruairi will grab Reflect and 10 roop, and I guess 3 kinstone pieces??? Because you didn't mention was Low cost treasure would be, which is perfectly between Medium and Lower cost. Probably.))
Ulivali (Move your mouse to reveal the content) Ulivali (open) Ulivali (close) The snow on the ground would soon begin to thaw, Ulivali figured, breathing in the cool air. Warmer weather wouldn’t be too far away, within the next few moons. With it would come decreased business, the demand for warm coats dropping the further the trees fledged. He had sewn until his hands ached for much of the winter, finding himself in the fortuitous position of having settled in an encampment with many people and few skilled in textile work. He had crafted truly an astounding number of sweaters, with a surprisingly low number consisting of offensive colour combinations. He ought to start stocking up on lighter fabrics now - depending on how hot the season would become he might find another niche in comfortable linens and light cottons to fill closets. Still, he figured he had at least a moon left of being able to sell comfortable cloaks and knitted garb. The latest was for a Hylian woman and her daughter, in blue and green respectively. He was nearly done, needles clicking as he finished binding off the last of his loose stitches, pulling the yarn tight. There, two finished custom sweaters. He wasn’t… entirely sure why they hadn’t just bought from the pile of pre-made ones he had stacked on his table, the measurements they had given weren’t unusual and he was pretty sure he’d had cool colours in the stack. Maybe they’d just really liked the specific colours of yarn they requested. Or it was entirely possible the green or blue ones he’d made had weird colours in them; he’d sorted his yarn pretty well, but there was always scope for mistakes. It was frustrating to be pulled away from the magic he had been practicing, but he had procrastinated finishing the clothing long enough. He stretched his legs and put the finished sweaters in a messenger bag along with the tunics and pants they had requested alterations to, reaching out to tap along the wall until he found where he’d put his staff. Slinging the bag over his shoulder, Ulivali pushed the door to his room open and locked it behind him, the key on a cord around his neck. He had been given directions to the house of the woman who had commissioned the clothing, and now he just had to find it. He was familiar enough with the inn as he made his way downstairs, the soft tap of his staff alerting the innkeeper. “It’s freezing out,” she warned him. “Although I guess I haven’t got feathers,” “I should manage,” he mused, “but if you hear swearing, that may be me.” She snorted as he ventured into the sunny day, the air crisp and cold. After a few wrong turns, Ulivali eventually located the commissioning lady’s house, and exchanged the clothing for a rather appealing number of rupees. Tucking them away in his wallet, he returned to the inn only to hit something outside his room’s door with his staff. He crouched to investigate it. Some sort of box? Two round bumps at one end, a point at the other. And there was a note attached. He turned around and headed back downstairs. “Maria?” he called out. “Just a moment, hon.” He heard the clink of rupees and exchanged words as someone new paid for a stay at the inn, passing him on their way up the stairs. “Whatcha need?” Maria said, appearing at his side. “I found this outside my door, and there’s a note on it. What does it say?” There was a pause as Maria lifted the note. Then a longer pause. “I think someone might be yanking your chain, darl. Says it’s from the Holiday Moblin. Not sure it’s a good idea to eat those chocolates, you never know what people might be pranking you with,” Ulivali winced. “That’s such a strange thing to do. I might just put these in the bin.” “Smart idea,” He returned to his room and sat before the ajar window, thinking as he fidgeted with the windowsill. He had intended on continuing his magic practice when he returned home, but all he really wanted to do was nap. It had been frustrating going anyway. Maybe the new wind spell he had been working on would do better if he stopped trying to push away all the seasonally cold air at the same time. Would it be better to make the wind colder, instead? Working with the air instead of against it, and then maybe doing it year round. That was a tomorrow problem, he thought, watching the sun dip lower. A tomorrow problem. (Ulivali will take Blizzard, 10r and however many kinstones a Medium Cost treasure is) Dee (Move your mouse to reveal the content) Dee (open) Dee (close) Deanna kicked her legs angrily as she sat on the side of her bed. She’d had three offers of Interesting cases brought right to her door and she’d had to send them away! Stupid broken arm. Stupid tall house. The thought that she should perhaps consider less chasing suspects across rooftops did not cross her mind. Instead she grumbled and whinged to Gomgossa, who had very little stake in the situation given it had no real consciousness and had also only been planted an hour ago. Its predecessor had met an untimely end when Dee fell on it, and it had done no good at all cushioning the impact. Useless thing. Her arm was well wrapped and she was chewing herbs that were supposed to do away with the pain, but there was still a somewhat painful throb up her arm and shoulder. She was pretending she hadn’t cried like a little girl given she was a little girl and also there was nothing wrong with being a little girl she just liked to think she was special because she was several hundred years old, but she was doing a terrible job of it given she kind of wanted to have a little meltdown, as a treat. There was nobody in her house-slash-detective agency anyway, and the big GO AWAY (closed) sign on the door should keep people away. Instead, she leaned back. She was reading through one of her thicker books to see if there was some sort of plant-related healing spell. She had no Gasha seeds on her, and she’d be damned if she was trotting off to some market right now so the whole town could see her broken arm. No, that would only embolden the Suspicious, knowing their greatest threat was… sigh, out of commission for a while. So brewing herself a red potion was out. And buying someone else’s potion would be such an affront to her dignity it made her want to throw a tantrum a rock at someone’s head. The book had contained some suggestions, mostly potions she already knew how to make but the occasional spell. One in particular caught her eye. She’d known of the original spell for a long time - she’d never seen the need to learn it when Gomgossa was more effective at attack anyway. It definitely wasn’t because she found the dolls creepy. But here it was. Nurse puppet. A wooden, leafy thing that could take on her injuries. That was better than just healing, that was passing the buck entirely! She hunched over her book. She’d need leaves. She had those in abundance, leaning over and plucking a few off a nearby basil plant. She hissed as she jostled her arm straightening back up. She’d usually use her left hand for any kind of craft, but given it was tightly wrapped and immobilised she opted for her right, cradling the leaf and focusing. Was that the tingle of magic, or pins and needles? She threw the leaf forward and it simply drifted to the ground. Drat. She hated having to practice things. Hundreds of years, thousands of plants nurtured, and the one thing she’d never grown was patience. Well, that and bamboo. She’d scratched that itch with lucky bamboo even though the plants weren’t actually related. It was far easier to fit in her house or her cart than real bamboo anyway. She picked up a second leaf, focused, and tossed it forward. It looked almost like it smoked a bit but still drifted to the ground. She was in better spirits about that one, given her house now smelled deliciously of basil. Mmm. The third leaf proved to be the charm, bursting into a puff of smoke and spiralling tiny leaves that parted to reveal a wooden puppet, almost as tall as her. It had no strings but hung from them all the same, two burgundy leaves on top of its head and unblinking round green eyes. She suppressed a shudder. It was made of a greyish wood - some kind of unhealthy oak or laurel, maybe - and was staring at her. Um. Okay. There was a second of stillness after its summoning before a sudden crack, and the puppet’s arm bent unnaturally in the same moment as Dee’s abruptly stopped aching. Pausing, she unwrapped her arm as the puppet continued to stare, seemingly completely unbothered by its damaged limb. Sure enough, the break had completely vanished. Huh. “Thanks,” she muttered to the puppet, which simply rotated its head ninety degrees in response. There was a pause. Oh. “How do I make you go away?” she asked it. The puppet did not respond. Shit. (Dee will take home Nurse Puppet and 3 kinstones. I’ll also use this opportunity to spend her 10r and 5r from her piggy bank to buy her 3 Gasha seeds, if that’s permissible)
Eve (Move your mouse to reveal the content) Eve (open) Eve (close) Eve looked at her carefully-penned list of gifts. She'd once again become very careful to not write such important things in blurry crayon. The Holiday Moblin surely had to read the thing, after all. On it was a laundry list of valuable treasures, including some kind of nurse robot, a charm that would increase her vitality and durability, and most of all a pair of really swanky stockings that were on fire. That last one was circled in a big heart made of pink crayon. Placing the list next to her stove(it had a little chimney pipe going to her roof) Eve turned in to hit the hay. The next day, Eve woke up with glee as she popped her eyes back in. The right-hand one was crooked as usual and as she did every day didn't care or bother to check its alignment in the mirror. Surely the Holiday Moblin had visited her! But something was off, or at the very least very wrong. The sun had not come up yet and her home was very dark. That's when she heard it, a creak at her window. Next thing she knew, a large and meaty hand was pushing its way into her home. Suddenly hopeful, Eve worried the creature would not see her copious holiday decorations. The little effigies of the Moblin looked at Eve with their little button-eyes. She knew who was pushing on her window! The hand pushed the window further open, after another creak the entire window frame collapsed in and shattered on the floor. The Holiday Moblin pushed his way into the miniscule halfling-sized cottage. "Come and take my hand, let us dance!" the Moblin's voice boomed. There were little stars in Eve's eyes and tiny yellow chicks fluttering around her head. The very real Holiday Moblin was offering a dance to her! It was her dream come true. The very reason she wore ballgowns everywhere and to every conceivable event. Like the horserace that one time, or that time she punched a homeless guy for asking for water! The little beauty approached the beast and took his hand. They would dance and dance and there would be a great glistening chandelier above her head! Her psychotic little face stretched with glee. Within moments, they performed a very odd dance and she was instructed to touch her fingertips to his own claws. Like a ritual or something. Suddenly, the two had . . . oh gods no. The pair had fused into the most abominable being eyes could see. Luckily only Alice the fairy could see them, and she was deeply hallucinating already so it was okay. Eve woke up, screaming her head off. The concept of it being a dream did not help. She needed to see someone about this, maybe a bartender or one of those flashy-dressed characters she often saw on the streetcorners. Ruairi could probably help her, by telling her it was all a dream and to go back to bed. Granted, he usually said that while they were fighting monsters in dungeons. It didn't matter, she'd just have to forget about the whole thing. She got up and hobbled to her tea-table with tears dribbling down her face. There was something, some kind of surprise on her table! It was. . . it was. . . a love letter from the Moblin and a box of chocolates. Inside it congratulated her on learning a Fusion Dance. . . she felt like throwing up. Dream or not this Holiday character was sure sick in the head. The entire concept of what new power she had flew way, WAY over her head as she decided to seek therapy. Meryem (Move your mouse to reveal the content) Meryem (open) Meryem (close) Waking up to cold sweats and a throbbing headache, Meryem looked around her room. A pointless endeavor as she was legally blind. Something was familiar about turning her head around, though. It was comforting to know she was surrounded by other Gerudo at Fort Ruto. Plus, the scant light and color that came through her eyes was welcome enough. Shame about the headache though, and her nightsweats were getting worse. Ever since that mysterious break-in at her cult headquarters leaving her divine aspirations dead and bleeding out on the floor her life was not quite the same. Something was different today though. She felt the omnipresence of the ones she loved. That little imp of hers, oh and that glowing aura of the Prophesized One. That little girl who paraded around in gold, with some kind of catastrophic mental disability. She'd never say that to the kid's face of course. In hindsight she wondered if the Golden Cuccoo's prophecy was A) really about that kid or B) about someone completely different. Thinking about it, really mulling it over, she decided what must have happened was she approached the wrong kid and didn't realize it because she couldn't see. There was the serendipity that she met her while the girl, too, was unable to see properly. Meryem remembered what a big help Pooky was with surveilling the girl. Maybe, perhaps the entire endeavor did serve a purpose. Ah, Pooky, but to know someone with the same heart. Meryem was going to get out of her rut. She was going to get up and wash herself off. Maybe get her hair done, and then get back to business. Someone somewhere needed an expensive fortune told. Likely, too, did Pooky have some adventurers to harass or dungeon to scour. Meryem decided to focus her clairvoyant powers and try to connect with the Miniblin once again. This time, perhaps more strongly than ever before. That today it was the Moblin's moved-over holiday was no coincidence either. There were some spicy vais out and about and Meryem wasn't going to let her chance get passed up. As she grabbed a seat at the bar, she thought about the Moblin Holiday and about Pooky. The Noble Pursuit in her fingers was activating something within her. The very strong beverage combined with her feelings and she began to get the sensation of truly being One with Pooky. The other vais looked at her and thought she was just having a depression hangover again. She was however, forever transformed by the Moblin's gift. Before her she found a small letter and box of chocolates that stank. . . how foreboding. Eve - Fusion Dance, 10 Rupees, 3 Kinstone pieces Meryem - Sympathy, 10 Rupees, 2 Kinstone pieces
Korina (Move your mouse to reveal the content) Korina (open) Korina (close) "Tell me another story." The young girl spoke quietly, whispering to a little glowing light that fluttered above her head. Laying in a bale of hay, sleeping inside a barn that was left open just for her! "Are you sure?" A soft voice echoed from the floating light, wings fluttering behind it. The little fairy slowly settled down beside her face nice and close, allowing the Kokiri to get a better look at her actual form and not just the glowing lights. "Yes please," Korina spoke up, yawning softly. "You know I love your stories, Viorla." "I'm honestly not that creative. I believe I've told you the same ones for years." The fairy spoke once more, chuckling ever so softly. "It's really late, shouldn't you go to sleep already?" "I like them. They're familiar, cozy." The child smiled, a hand slowly reaching up and gently holding out a finger. "Besides, it is apparently the holidays! According to the peoples in town, can't I stay up later and get a Holiday story?" "Hmmm," Viorla hummed in thought, slowly reaching out and wrapping her hands around the finger of her Kokiri charge, as close as they could get to holding hands. "Alright, but just one." Korina smiled sleepily, her eyes closing as she curled up close. She was fully prepared to fall asleep to this story, but she wouldn't say that just yet. She was quiet, listening closely to Viorla as she began to tell her latest tale. Something about a Moblin granting travelers gifts, but most of it all swiftly went over her head as a new feeling began to wash over her. A feeling of love washed over her, or perhaps more specifically Viorla's love for her. For a brief moment, she felt an odd connection. A visible image of herself in her mind's eye, tucked up and falling asleep, somehow looking upon herself as her fairy did. With such love, affection, and worry, it felt almost like a dream. A swirling of emotions, thoughts, and senses that felt like a living dream. Even Viorla was stunned silent after some time, unsure what these strange feelings rushing through her mind were. Such passion, such affection, and yet so... tired. The duo would both fall asleep in mere moments, holding each other close, smiles on both of their faces. In the morning when the sun rose, neither bothered to stir. Even when the fairy woke up with the light of day, she just curled right back up with a soft smile on her face. There would be many other days to get up and travel, but for now, they were all safe, warm, and felt closer than ever. She didn't even realize when their Loftwing companion seemed to be devouring some strange chocolates that had appeared in the night. Maev'oria (Move your mouse to reveal the content) Maev'oria (open) Maev'oria (close) The sun settled across the horizon as stars began to shine up into the sky. Tonight was a big night, for reasons she could not fully comprehend. Her dreams had guided her to set up shop outside this town, and everything that had happened today was eerily accurate to several of her latest prophetic dreams. Tonight was the night. Standing atop a particularly large boulder outside of town, slowly stretching as she worked to keep her balance in a simple late-night exercise. Maev'Oria slowly leaned to the right, and then to the left, keeping her yoga pose firm. It was the time of the holidays and it couldn't help but weigh on her soul. This time of year always made her sad. Growing up, every year she used to spend the holidays with her father. He used to cook some special "Gerudo Delicacy" as he called it, researching something new and exciting every single year, just for her. Such time has long since passed, but the memories would never fade. Her eyes slowly shut as the sun finally from the sky, stars slowly revealing themselves high above. A meditative stance washed over her before- "Excuse me, Ma'am?" A voice suddenly called out to her, soft and quiet. Maev's primary eyes slowly opened, glancing down at the little girl who had approached her from the town. It was exactly the girl she had seen in her visions, but from what happened from now she had zero knowledge to work from. "Yes?" She spoke, "What can I help you with, little Vai?" "There was a uh- feast and presents in town!" The little girl spoke up softly, holding a small wooden box in her hands. "A weird Moblin fellow showed up and dropped stuff off! And, I thought you looked so lonely out here, and-" Maev's heart just slowly melted as the woman slowly slid down the side of the rock to kneel down beside the child. "My dear, you need not worry about me. I have long understood my place." She idly looked around, wondering if some parent would suddenly reveal themself and chastise the child for speaking with the strange lady. "Keep your present, my dear. It is for you." "But, this isn't my present! This one is yours!" The child doubled down, holding out the wooden box. Maev was stunned for a second, slowly grabbing the box from her hands. She was quiet, before a soft smile of her own began to spread across her face. "Enjoy the holidays, little vai. You deserve it, thank you." "You're welcome!" They smiled right back, a cute gap in their front teeth. "Everyone got one! I knew you weren't gonna go into town, so I brought it for you!" "And you are far too kind. Thank you, darling." The child grinned widely once more before scampering off back to town, leaving Maev alone once more. Alone, but appreciated. Only the innocence of a child would look at the fortune teller with a flying carpet, spouting what seemed like nonsense in town for the week would feel so excited to approach her. Sometimes, her dreams guided her to danger, other times they simply showed the boring mundane reality of the world. But today, it seemed fate had blessed her. Blessed her with... socks, a scribbled note that was barely legible talking about love, and the worst chocolate treats she had ever seen. A laugh spilled from her lips, unable to help but find the humor in the situation. Such a kind gesture from a child would not go unappreciated. She'd look questioningly at the chocolates before risking a single bite, only to gag at the taste. "Bluh, far too sweet. And... Earthy. I think there's dirt in this. I hope it's dirt." Korina: Sympathy, 10 Roop, and 2 Random Kinstones Maev'oria: Scorching Socks, 10 Roop, and 3 Random Kinstones
Leskar (Move your mouse to reveal the content) Leskar (open) Leskar (close) Leskar regarded the festivities from a safe distance, cloak tightly wrapped around him. He had alighted on a small village at dusk, where the villagers had been in the midst of some celebration or another. Something about kings? Or lovers? It was growing steadily harder to get any coherent information from them, Leskar had found, as wine had been flowing all evening. Surely many of them would be clamouring for aid the next morning, trying to find a cure for their headaches and other ailments. In ages past, many of such had come to the fairy to partake of his fountain's waters. Yes, Leskar remembered the long nights, brightened with lanterns as abundant as the fairies in his own fountain, people showering him with tribute in gratitude for a full harvest or plentiful offspring, or simply for seeing another year. It was easy to lose himself in these memories, remembering himself at full power, the feeling of being needed, the joy and gratitude of the villagers. And yet, he was not here for merriment. He was here for... ah yes. His nemesis. The rotund menace that took the skies each year, and now seemed to have had the audacity to open some kind of... booth? Leskar narrowed his eyes at the shoddy construction and haphazard sign. What even was a 'kissing booth'? How did one purchase a gesture? Did the wretched creature even have lips? It wasn't like the fairy had ever seen him up close. Leskar had followed rumours of his obese rival to this village, preparing himself for a showdown, thinking he could corner him and finally enact revenge for his insolence. Alas, he was craftier than expected, hiding himself in plain sight, surrounded by innocents the fairy could not harm. Instead, he sighed. The fairy unconciously rolled his shoulders, flexing arms that were no longer there. One day he would get his chance. Perhaps in a year, or a century. He could wait. For now, he turned his attention back to the revelling villagers, remembering ages past. Leskar receives Sobriety, 3 Kinstone Pieces and 10 rupees.
Rika (Move your mouse to reveal the content) Rika (open) Rika (close) Nothing Rika had experienced could prepare him for this. The pure, unbridled hatred pumping through his veins did nothing to dissuade this most sinister of torture, yet another curse inflicted upon him by the blight that was the Holiday Moblin. No dungeon or boss could hope to be on its level, and even the captain of The Guard, Julius Surgate's most sinister torture methods paled in comparison to its deviousness. Rika was attending dance lessons. It started off so simply- Rika had found a wayward gift, a wrapped parcel so delicately tied with a bow, designated for the Kokiri himself. Yet another one of the Bastard Moblin's tricks to him, doubly so with how neatly it was presented. He would never put that much effort into a gift without a sinister ulterior motive. So, Rika did what any intelligent being would do when presented with the Bastard Moblin's tricks- he stomped on the box, without even opening it. Instead of crushing the box under his foot, however, the heel of his boot went through the lid, into the bottom, and further down. And he tipped forward, into a portal. And so, here he was. Arms interlinked with a Bokoblin, adorned in a frilly orange dress, plastered with cheap mascara and lipstick. She was supposed to be the Bokoblin princess, presumably, but Rika highly doubted nobility would ever associate with the Fool's Moblin. Princess Pooky would make a more likely candidate, he imagined. Compelled against his will, Rika performed step after step with the "princess", gradually becoming more in sync with her movements. Something about this... domain he had fallen into, willed his mind to move, tearing away control of his sensibilities. Otherwise, he would not once consider dancing with anyone, much less one of the Bastard Moblin's lackeys. Once their movements had become virtually synonymous, their simple dance ceased- a small reprieve, before another one began. This one, more elaborate, more purposeful. Each time, they ended, fingers pointed at one another, and each time, Rika felt there was some minor issue with the dance- something that struck a cord with him, surprisingly. He would never admit he held any interest in perfecting it, though. According to him, it was the room's air at fault. Finally, the two of them succeeded- their movements in perfect harmony, every gesture mirroring each other. And as their fingers touched, this time, something different happened. Their bodies began to shimmer, and coalesce into a single, brilliant light. Once it faded, what they? saw was abhorrent, their reflection spread across the dance mirrors decorating the room. A medium sized creature, with disorderly, green braids stretching out from their head, sharp, yet furred pierced ears pointing upwards, a feathered dress adorned with red and orange, and a light skinned complexion with the texture of leather. "What...?" They muttered, and it was like two voices echoing at once. It was like Rika was in a nightmare, he had fused with the Bokoblin! Before he could react further, though, he blinked- and in a flash, he was outside where he was what felt like a millennia ago, his foot stomped down on the empty present box, its outsides crushed into a crumple. Did he just hallucinate all of that? His foot tapped the box suspiciously. Nothing happened. Despite that, though, those intricate dance moves he practiced, that abominable dance that fused him with that Bokoblin- they were seared into his memory, forevermore. Cenea (Move your mouse to reveal the content) Cenea (open) Cenea (close) A leaf, what a dainty creature. So fragile and weak, one could crush it with but a gentle squeeze. Yet, a vibrant source of life, all the same. The forests would look oh so empty without them, wouldn't they? They were similar to children, in that way. That was the thought that crossed Cenea's mind, as she opened the small box that had appeared before her. Resting inside, a single, individual green leaf, its color vibrant and beautiful. Was this a gift from the Holiday Moblin, for a good little boy or girl? What a generous being, a friend to the children(Cenea thought this despite the fact that she was in the middle of Hyrule Field, surrounded by nothing but plains). But as that thought crossed her mind, another did- if the leaf was like a child, it needed a protector. But she could not protect it and the children. oh no no no no no she couldn't someone would hurt them no no n Then it dawned on her, perhaps a moment of clarity, if she were to term it, though no one else would ever use that word in reference to this abominable creature. If she could not guard the leafchildren, she could create a guardian for them. She looked at the leaf resting in her palm. Another thought did not cross her mind- that mere thought, consideration, was enough. Dark energies began to pour out of her palm, and into the lead. It began to fade, its vibrant color draining to a sickly pale ash, the brilliant frills fraying and crackling until it would nearly shatter at a glance. Then, it spread, a gust in the wind carrying it off. The ruined leaf's fragments swirled in place for a moment, like a cloud of ash blackening the air, before they converged, forming a shape. A sickly, wooden creature, limbs stretched as long as Cenea's, with a crooked grin painted across an uncanny, alien face. It floated, hanging still, before it began to rattle violently, thrashing in place. It was unnatural, perhaps just as much as Cenea, but it was clear to any unfortunate onlooker that it was a mimicry of her visage. It moved as she did, if a bit more stiffly, and followed behind her. Now the leafchildren were safe, Cenea thought. Rika obtains Fusion Dance, 10 roop, and 3 Kinstones. Cenea obtains Nurse Puppet, 10 roop, and 3 Kinstones.
Thanks to everyone for participating! Please don't forget to claim your rewards And remember, it's a secret to everybody!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! In addition to your chosen rewards, the following Kinstones are given: Devil-Steel (Move your mouse to reveal the content) Devil-Steel (open) Devil-Steel (close) Samanosuke: Violet Clover Violet Feather Green Clover Corbin: Green Rupee Green Crown Green Crown Nameless (Move your mouse to reveal the content) Nameless (open) Nameless (close) Ruairi: Violet Rupee Violet Clover Red Rupee Electronic Ink (Move your mouse to reveal the content) Electronic Ink (open) Electronic Ink (close) Ulivali: Blue Triforce Green Clover Dee: Gold Rupee Blue Clover Red Crown Doc Genz (Move your mouse to reveal the content) Doc Genz (open) Doc Genz (close) Eve: Gold Rupee Red Clover Green Crown Meryem: Violet Feather Green Crown Magnere (Move your mouse to reveal the content) Magnere (open) Magnere (close) Korina: Violet Clover Blue Clover Maev'oria: Blue Clover Gold Clover Green Rupee Squishy (Move your mouse to reveal the content) Squishy (open) Squishy (close) Leskar: Red Clover Blue Clover Blue Feather Eevachu (Move your mouse to reveal the content) Eevachu (open) Eevachu (close) Rika: Violet Feather Green Feather Blue Clover Cenea: Blue Clover Blue Rupee Green Crown
