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Saria · Mar 30, 2015

Spaghet held up his finger as if he was going to speak... but couldn't find the right words. How could Julius not understand it wasn't what he had done, but what he had said? Of course it was an illusion, he had figured as such when she refused to run, but .. how could the Hylian say such things after the Deku had said how close they were? Not only was Julius insulting the Deku (well deserved, of course), he insulted the Bokoblin standing in front of him who chose to associate with 'the most miserable person in all of Hyrule'. To add insult to injury, the Hylian had even pronounced her last name wrong. Wiki, of course, wouldn't have cared, but Spaghet did.

Navina stayed behind with Spaghet for a moment. She observed him, noticing that he began to tremble but no tears streamed from his eyes. Curious. The man seemed a bit.. emotional. Although she agreed with Julius and couldn't understand why Spaghet was so upset outside of what he said... even Navina had to wonder why there was such an outburst. She wondered if this was all just another set up.

Spaghet's shoulders shook as he finally began to walk where Julius had. He had heard rushing water previously... and now he knew the source. The giant chasm below that seemed to teem with life. Well, Spaghet could only assume, but he smelt something in the air. Without thinking and acting purely on emotion, Spaghet suddenly pretended to trip as he entered, pushing Julius into the chasm below. A malicious grin flicked across his face before a strange sense of foreboding filled his being. And then guilt. A bunch of guilt. Oh no. He rushed to the edge.

Navina was quick to act, diving into the water below... not thinking about the weight of her armor. That was, until she realized.. that the normal rules of buoyancy didn't seem to apply very much in this dream. She blinked, finding it rather easy for her to stay afloat.

"M-Mr. Julius! Navina!" Spaghet yelled. He felt horrible, awful for what he had done. And why did he get the feeling that he was almost destined to push Julius into such a situation? Terrifying. "Are you alright?!"

But they were not alright. At least not Navina, who found out that the rules of buoyancy might not apply in such a land, but something grabbing onto your leg and yanking you down negated that. She yelled out as she was pulled under, flailing and trying to free herself but finding herself thoroughly captured.

Cloud · Apr 2, 2015

He looked through the murky water. He heard a splash from above him; he tried to look, but couldn't make anything out. Again, he felt something tremendously fast rush by him; this time, he thought he felt more than just the sensation of rushing water, however. He could feel something... slimy caressing his leg. It was an odd sensation; discomforting, and wetter than the water that surrounded him. He looked towards his leg, only to be met with the darkness of the surrounding waters.

He finally felt a tug on his ankle. Suddenly, the water was clear, and what he saw he could not believe. His breath caught in his throat. He tried to avert his gaze almost immediately. Frozen with fear, he could do nothing but lay his eyes upon the thing's gruesome form.

Its body had a carapace of gray, with streaks of red. It was like a rotting carcass that had been cut into, again and again. Looking at it made Julius smell rotten, decaying flesh -- soon, he vomited into the water. It had also been many times longer and larger than Julius -- and with the many more unelegant bits of its body trapped in his mind, the water again returned to its murky state.

Only, now, Julius knew what was out there. He knew what it wanted -- oh Din, how he knew -- and he wanted more than anything for it to not be true. Had the Goddesses granted him the triforce at this moment, he would have used it to wish himself back to somewhere -- anywhere -- where he could not be farther from that thing. His mind was still haunted by its grotesque form -- although he hadn't gotten much of a look at it, choking on his own fear before regurgitating it.

But soon, he began to fall, farther and farther into the water. He tried desperately to swim to the top, where at least he could see, but it was to no avail. He just kept falling and falling, drifting further into the seemingly endless waters... and it was then that he knew real, true despair. Finally, as he felt his body lie on the sandy ground, the water again turned nearly transparent... only for him to see the giant serpent diving straight towards him, barreling at him like a lightning bolt from the heavens. Only, it never came.

In fact, he suddenly had doubts as to what had actually happened. He stood up from the stone floor, looking around for Navina and Spaghet. However, he couldn't see them at the moment -- only a hunched form, dressed in gray rags. Uh, he thought to himself, unsure of whether or not speaking to the creature was an appropriate idea. He drew his blade first, preparing himself for whatever nightmare he was up against next. "Hello," he began, standing ready for combat. He could still smell the vomit on the inside of his helmet. Slowly, the creature began to turn around.

Saria · Apr 10, 2015

Navina flailed, attempting to release herself... and then suddenly, she felt nothing. No pull, no creature. Her eyes grew wide as she attempted to look for Julius. She rose, and then waved to Spaghet. The moblin stopped trembling for a moment, only to begin to shake with anxiety as the Gerudo dove again. Navina searched desperately around for Julius in the water. And after awhile, Spaghet began to search desperately for Navina in the water.

When Navina and Julius emerge after a good twenty or so minutes, Spaghet sighed. "I... I guess I killed the Captain of the Guard. And Navina." For some reason, he didn't feel much remorse. A sudden chill ran down his spine. That... was not like him.

"Guess you did," The Poe said unceremoniously before pushing Spaghet into the water himself.

Eventually, he would be spit out into the same room that Navina and Julius had found themselves in. Navina looked at Spaghet. To her, his entrance didn't take minutes, but seconds. Although for some reason, it took Julius quite awhile to notice to the two of them, and it took Navina awhile to notice the figure. Spaghet for some strange reason did not, since--

Spaghet covered his mouth. "Julius, what a disgusting scent." The moblin himself looked like he was going to vomit. "T-That's truly awful." Awful enough that he didn't notice the Dead Hand's limb emerging from the ground and grabbing him from behind. He was hoisted into the air, flailing around while constricted.

"P-PLEASE HELP," he screeched. He hated the feeling the creature instilled in him, plus he already felt nauseated no thanks to Julius.

Cloud · Apr 10, 2015

Julius continued to approach the figure warily, his blade drawn and glistening in the sparse torchlight present in the room. It was then that he noticed many other things set about in the room: tables, decaying and covered in rot; upon these tables were ancient, rusted surgical equipment. He advanced towards the . . . creature, warily. One step. Another. Soon, the creature stopped whatever frantic, fidgety movement it had been making. Perhaps...

Oh no. The stench of flesh, rotten flesh, filled the air as he continued to near. He would have vomited again, if something had remained in his stomach. He could almost see now. It was a figure, about half his height, set upon the table. He was nearly completely disregarding the creature itself now. No, now it was all about whatever -- whomever -- was set upon that table. He continued nearer, and the creature again set to work. But now, it had more than two . . . however many hands something like this was supposed to have. It was a Hylian, right? Maybe? No, that couldn't be it. As Julius neared he saw multiple sets of the same grimy, disgusting, filthy hands digging into rotten flesh with rusted tools.

It tugged on tendons, battered bones, and mutilated muscle and tissue alike. All the while, its hideous maw gnashed down on the flesh, obviously devouring the flesh from the creature. Julius drew closer again. One step. Another.

Oh Din, oh Farore! He screamed inside his mind, his eyes widening as he finally realized who -- what -- the figure on the table was. It was Spaghet. He had been too late. Adrenaline began pumping through his veins, his muscles tightening, the grip on his sword becoming light, loose. Ready for action. As the creature tore more muscle from the creature, consuming it as though it were a pig, it finally caught sight of Julius -- and it turned to face him. Its grey robes were covered and caked in blood. Some were fresh -- obviously from the meal Julius had interrupted. Others seemed to have been there possibly forever. Alongside these stains, though, were others -- yellow and discoloured. The sores and open wounds on the body of this creature continued to pop and open, continuously making new stains.

A sore on its neck popped, splattering puss onto Julius. He thought he tasted it. He wanted to quit. He wanted to wake up, and act like this never happened. He wanted to cry, to scream, to do anything to wake him up from this twisted nightmare. However, Julius knew this would be in vain as instinct took the wheel from his conscious.

Suddenly, everything snapped together, like a puzzle. Spaghet was no longer a meal, and Navina was in the room with them as well. A wall of hands, with an instrument in each, sprung forth from the ground. Julius tore into them -- but as he kept slashing, more simply took their place. Finally, he unleashed a Spin Attack, severing every limb at last. He began to charge at the creature with fury instilled into his being.

Saria · Apr 27, 2015

"Julius?"

Navina stared at her captain. What was with that look on his face? And why wasn't he moving towards the beast that had just grabbed that despicable lawyer? Like always, Navina had to do it, rushing towards the Bokoblin and slashing at the hand that held him up in the air. He dropped into her arms like a sack of potatoes before beginning an onslaught of stuttering.

"O-Oh Miss Navina," Spaghet said, his voice quivering for quite a few reasons. "T-Thank you." She rolled her eyes, but did not object. It was her job, her purpose. She was obligated. Plus, Julius was finally hacking away at something and being useful. She looked over at the Dead Hand, her first mistake. The second was looking down at Spaghet. She then dropped him abruptly to the ground, the moblin letting out a small noise of pain.

The Bokoblin looked up at the Gerudo who was staring down at Spaghet intently. He smiled a nervous, lopsided smile.

"C-Come on now, y-you c-can't be that upset," Spaghet said. Truly, she couldn't be so offended to there it was there was her sword she was definitely unsheathing her sword. She pointed it at Spaghet, her lip quivering.

"You--" She began, but her voice wavered. "I'm not letting you get away this time." Whatever or whomever she saw didn't matter, what mattered was the fact that Spaghet was now her target.

"JULIUS PLEASE CONTROL YOUR SUBORDINATE," Spaghet screamed, scampering to one of the instruments that had suddenly sprung from the ground. He scraped a sharpened finger nail across the brass of what he thought was a horn while blowing into it, creating a genuinely awful sound that paralyzed anything with ears. It was actually a bonesaw. "I SWEAR I WILL JUST KEEP DOING TH--"

And before he could finish his sentence, Spaghet was once again grabbed and in the air by the hand he had failed to move away from. The perfect and prime example of his species Spaghet Yettin.

Cloud · Apr 22, 2015

Julius watched as Navina cut down the hand that held Spaghet, and saw as well when she dropped the moblin to the ground. He turned his attention back to the hands -- still blossoming from the ground, and still as disturbing as ever. He cut down another, but for each he cut, two took its place. It was clear he was in a no-win situation, and looked to Navina for help -- only to find her standing over Spaghet, blade drawn, as he yelled for him to control his subordinate.

He ran from the forest of arms and tackled Navina onto the ground as Spaghet began to make some horrific noise -- he soon saw Spaghet literally playing a rusted hacksaw. How? Was he literally so musically inept that he managed to achieve success? Disbelief spread across Julius' face from behind his helmet. He almost forgot about Navina struggling beneath him as he watched the spectacle.

Navina struggling beneath him finally brought his attention back to her crumpled form. He looked down at her, no doubt intimidating with helmet on. "Navina! Snap out of it!" He yelled, beginning to shake her. Eventually, her hand -- no, a hand, flew from the ground around them. It struck with enough force for Julius to falter slightly -- instead of restraining her further, he pried the blade from her hands, and took the other from its sheath. "Spaghet! Stop that noise now!" He yelled, throwing one of the swords away. The other, he wielded -- still trying to close onto the abomination they seemed to share the current chamber with. Julius couldn't wait to get out of this nightmare.

Saria · Apr 27, 2015

Navina struggled against Julius. The bastard had just stopped her from apprehending a most reprehensible criminal, and now he was taking away her weapons?! Was he really such an incompetent boss that he couldn't see that they were currently in the room with one of the kingdom's most wanted?! No, no he couldn't, obviously. At this point, Navina couldn't even see the Dead Hand, fully enraptured in whatever illusion magic it had control over. After she had escaped his grasp, she looked her boss over as she rose to her feet. He had her weapon. She needed it back. Did she not notice the one he had thrown to the side? The answer was no. She bolted at Julius when he was distracted with the Dead Hand (y'know, the actual enemy), slamming into his back with a surprising amount of force and tackling him to the ground.

Luckily for Julius, Spaghet had stopped playing the instant he was swooped up. The moblin wriggled in the Dead Hand's grip, finally managing to free himself. He hopped onto the floor and Spaghet looked down at what he was attempting to play... realizing now that it was a hacksaw. His face burned red with embarrassment. How had he had thought this was anything but what it was? He looked over to Julius and Navia who both seemed to be too preoccupied with fighting each other to focus on the Dead Hand. The moblin shook nervously.

"Julius!" Navina yelled, practically screamed as she wrestled with him. "I'm not letting that man get away again!" Her main objective was to get her sword back. She could deal with the criminal who was shaking in the corner later.

Spaghet looked over to the Dead Hand, who was still there, still spawning hands that attempted to grab the moblin at every other turn. He ran on all fours over to Julius and Navina and promptly began to attempt pry the woman from Julius. Oddly, the Dead Hand seemed to ignore the group whilst they were fighting.

"M-Miss N-Navina please," Spaghet said as he pried at the pair, pathetically attempting (and failing) to resolve the fight. "What has come over you?!"

"And now you're working with criminals, Julius?!" Navina responded, doing her best to keep Julius grappled. "You're letting them defend you?!"

"M-MISS."

Cloud · Apr 28, 2015

Suddenly he felt a force impact into his back -- Navina, presumably. As she laid on top of him, unsuccessfully attempting to grapple him, she began to spout out a bunch of gibberish about criminals. He abruptly shot up, easily reversing the infirm hold Navina had around him.

With her under his knee, he slapped her in the face. "Navina! This is a dream, damn it!" He yelled at her, hoping to get it through her head. He knew it would be in vain, but he didn't want to have to fight two people at once. "For Farore's sake, get a grip! This is exactly what this demon wants!" Another slap, the sound of his gauntlet hitting flesh sounding through the room.

He turned to Spaghet. "Spaghet! I'll handle Navina here, but... you'll have to take on that thing by yourself, alright?" He said, his hands firmly pinning Navina to the ground. "Go!"

Saria · Apr 29, 2015

"H-How dare you use Farore's name against me!" Navina screamed, thrashing against Julius. It was pretty apparent that neither the slap nor Julius's words were reaching her. She shrugged off the slaps surprisingly well considering that Julius hit her with his gauntlet. Maybe her delirium was letting her ignore the pain as well.

"W-What a funny joke, Julius," Spaghet said with a small smile as he let go of the grappling pair. When he realized Julius was being serious his smile faded completely. He continued to watch the two for a moment, but when it was clear that neither of them would yield the moblin sighed. Of course. He looked down at his swordcane that had been haphazardly thrown onto the floor. He began to hustle towards it and as soon as he did the arms seemed to become active again. He grimaced. Great.

The moblin quickly grabbed his sword and did his best to remember his college days. Sure, he had taken fencing throughout his schooling, but being out of practice was an understatement. He mostly carried this thing around in case someone tried to jump him in an alley. He was a lawyer, he fought in courtrooms, not ... ... whatever this was. He dodged and weaved through the field of hands until he got to the main prey. He managed to take a few quick successfuly swipes at the Dead Hand before he was quickly grabbed and pulled in close by the creature.

"O-OH DIN," Spaghet yelled before letting out a loud scream of pain as the Deadhand's mouth chomped into his shoulder. He did his best to cry, but he felt tears streaming down his cheek as he felt the very real pain of a tendon being snapped. Sure, it was a dream, but pain was all in the mind, right?

MemeMeanwhile, Navina writhed under Julius's grip. She thrashed about until she felt somewhat of a loosening on the knee above her. Spaghet's scream of pain was just her ticket out and she finally managed to escape, grab her sword, raise it, and begin to make a beeline towards the captive Spaghet. The moblin of course noticed this and began to thrash around violently himself as he tried to escape the Dead Hand's grasp. But it was fruitless, with its mouth clamped firmly on his shoulder and its arms wrapped tight around the Bokoblin the Dead Hand had him absolutely captive.

"M-MISS NAVINA P-PLE--" Spaghet couldn't finish his sentence, instead he found Navina's sword in his chest. She grinned as her long, two handed weapon easily tore into the lawyer's skin. Luckily for her and Julius, the sword managed to pierce into the Dead Hand as well. As the creature began to die, Navina started to return to her senses and a horrified expression began to grow on her face. She looked down at her sword, then up at the horrified face in front of her, then down at her sword again. Spaghet did the same.

Cloud · Apr 30, 2015

Julius' expression could best be surmised as a face palm at the current situation. Thankfully, this wasn't real. At least, he didn't think it was. It could have been, easily; yet still, something told him it wasn't exactly true. No, it wasn't really real-- that is to say, it held almost no bearing upon reality. He looked once more at the scene, the monster quickly fading to nothingness.

He couldn't be sure it was really dead -- what was that thing, anyway? -- but as he scanned the room, his senses fell dull, and he returned his attention to the current... situation. He approached the pair, slowly. He began to speak, watching the blade. "I... I don't think any of this is real. Spaghet, you'll wake up soon; I think we all will, pretty soon. Who knows. I don't think anything like this has ever really been recorded, so... I think we mostly have our own intuition to go on, here. With any luck, you'll wake up clutching where she stabbed you; you won't actually be wounded, but it'll feel like it, trust me." In all of his fifty-odd years of life, Julius had died in dreams more than once. He grimaced at some of the more unsavoury thoughts.

As he began to smell around him, however, he was reminded of the vomit. Ugh... the stench was atrocious. He removed his helmet for what seemed like the first time. As he did, a darkness covered his vision, bringing forth a single figure. It was the Poe, from earlier.

"Now, let's see if you lived up to what you said earlier..."

Julius looked. Spaghet and Navina were still entangled by her sword. "You know why this happened, don't you? You could have prevented it, after all. There is a lesson to be learned everywhere." Next, it turned to Navina and Spaghet, whom had been frozen in time.

The bleeding resumed as abruptly as it had stopped. It looked them down with cold, unfeeling judgment in its eyes-- it was still easier than the sinister tone it had taken with Julius. It began to speak to the both of them-- but Julius couldn't hear what he was saying. In fact, he couldn't move at all.

Saria · Apr 30, 2015

Spaghet's eyes only grew more horrified as Julius spoke. It didn't matter if this was a dream. Spaghet knew what happened when he dreamt of nightmares like this, that eery, very specific feeling of foreboding that he'd get after he woke up that something, just something awful was going to happen. He glanced down at the sword again. He.. just really hoped it wasn't this. But before he could speak, he found himself unable to do so... but then found himself able to again an instant later. Odd.

"Isn't this nice?" the Poe said, floating over to the pair. "Skewered pig! How thoughtful." Spaghet and Navina exchanged a look before the moblin coughed up some blood onto her face. She was too horrified at her own actions to be disgusted. All she wanted to do right now was curl up into a ball and never see sunlight again.

"It looks like your self righteousness got the best of you. That seems to happen a lot, doesn't it?" The Poe said, swirling around Navina. "What a pity." The poe laughed and disappeared before Navina could take a swipe at him, only to reappear moments later right beside Spaghet.

"What do you have to say for yourself, moblin?" The poe crossed its arms. "You're rather pathetic, aren't you? You couldn't even defeat something made for a child to beat. What a disappointment to you are. A square peg trying to fit through a round hole, or a moblin trying to find a place in a society that doesn't even want him there in the first place." Spaghet instantly felt his entire being shrivel up. He suddenly hoped that Julius was wrong and his death would be real and swift. Anything could be better than the emptiness in his heart he was feeling right now.

Julius would find himself unfrozen as the Poe continued to speak.

"Won't it be fun to figure out what parts of this will come true or not?" The Poe cackled. "The Bokoblin is good for something, at least. What a good participant. Prophetic dreamers are always the most fun."

Cloud · May 7, 2015

Suddenly, Julius found himself behind Navina, who was still frozen in fear. He wasn't... him. It was more like watching a replay of yourself in slow motion on a tape, and then rewinding again and again. He saw himself reach down, slowly, before grasping Navina's helmet and taking it off... only to reveal black, indistinguishable features underneath. It made sense, he supposed. It was a dream, so he'd only be able to perceive the things he already knew about.

He knew the Poe's grasp was fading, as he found himself losing focus of the dream. He was close to waking up. At some point, Navina and Spaghet had disappeared, and he was surrounded by sandstone in a desert. Dreaming about the Arbiter's Grounds, I suppose, he thought to himself, content to drift off to an actual slumber once more.
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He awake soon, after having been asleep for what had felt like days. However, judging from the night sky that still hung over him, he guessed it was some time before dawn. The sky was beginning to brighten, and he felt a cold chill down his spine. That entire encounter had made him uncomfortable; he had no idea who, nor what, that Poe was. He also hadn't a clue as to how it had managed to capture the essence of his dream and gain such intimate knowledge about him. Maybe it was the Twister, playing another trick? Julius knew the being had a way with those things. Always talking about faces and masks... it was safe to say that Julius didn't like him. Even if he had the possibility to make some of his desires come true, albeit at a price.

Groggily setting foot from his bed, he stood, still exhausted. It was... strange, to say the least. He felt like he'd barely slept, but he wasn't necessarily tired. His muscles felt like he had actually been inside that twisted dreamscape; like he'd actually fought that horror, like he'd actually... He found a familiar smell on his face, suddenly, as he looked at the blade of his sword. He had actually vomited in his sleep. What a great way to start the morning, he thought to himself, somewhat sarcastically.

((Thread end! Finally. Anyways, Julius gets the baseline 40 roop, plus 6 for his crafting. Onto the Spirit Temple!))

((Edit: With the ~170r count from this thread, I'm actually going to buy him a Profession, up to level 7.))

Saria · May 2, 2015

"W-wait, what?!" Spaghet yelled. His body turned cold with the Poe's words. It was definitely just feeding at his fear There was no way that Wiki had been right about his dreams. They were just --

"-- Coincidences?" The Poe said. "I think not."

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Navina awoke at her desk, her heart pounding. Her entire being quaked as she stared down the surface below her. She looked towards Benny, still summoned, still safe. But how long had she been sleeping for? The entire night? She looked over towards a faraway window and noticed dawns light creeping out. She slowly rose from her seat and grabbed her sword. That Poe had to be dealt with.

She looked at the calendar and gasped. Why had this happened the night before her assignment? She quickly cleared off her desk and pulled up her visor. Navina rubbed at her eyes and tried to rouse herself. She felt awful, and frankly, she hoped she could get some sleep on the road to compensate for such an awful nightmare.

(( Spaghet gets +44 roop - Dissonance - 50 roop bringing his total to 7 ))

Guy · May 7, 2015

This is definitely not how I expected this dungeon to go. It was pretty good--wish my characters could have been in on it. Good jawb. Enjoy your roops.

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