Harrasing a Hero (SP/UD/Will)

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  1. SenpaiPancake

    SenpaiPancake Shhh! I'm charging my laser... reg

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    A shadowy figure licked his cracked lips as he exhaled with a sigh, a slight wheeze slipping though his teeth. The noon day heat beat down on Balder, completely overwhelming the feeble protection of the shade filled Castle-Town alley. Sweat formed upon his brow, where it was free to seep across his face, drenching him futher. The salty secretion stung his eyes and bit at his lips, increasing his already foul mood, while fidgeted and squirmed restlessly, uncomfortably sticking to his sweat-soaked cloak. His face was locked in contempt, silently cursing his own stubborn nature. The urge to abandon his task had long since faded from Balder's mind, sulking like a shunned injury. Only silent determination remained to fill void in his thoughts, strengthening his tried resolve.

    Balder was waiting for a man. Not just any man, but a honest-to-goddess bona fide "Hero." His name: Sir Richard, Knight of Hyrule. From what Balder had learned, the man was cruel, arrogant, and cunning. He played the commoners like a fiddle, his fraudulent act of valiancy and chivalry swallowed up without challenge. While Balder would have happily executed this man for free, the lucrative price that some of Castle-Town's more shady inhabitants were offering for his head provided the cherry atop Balder's satisfying sundae of murder. It seemed that, while vile and callous, the Knight was quite good at his knightly duties, particularly those that hampered the illegal and immoral activities of Castle-Town's underground.

    Closing his eyes as he waited, Balder listened to the crooning rabble on the street. Sir Richard had become something of an idol for the townswomen, a protector of maidens. They squawked and squealed, discussing the knights most recent "feat." From what Balder could gather from the fractured gossip, Sir Richard had rescued a beautiful, young damsel from a gaggle of muggers. Afterwards, the damsel was "awarded" to the hero, like bartered livestock, a token of her fathers appreciation. Balder shook his as he sighed once more. The "knight" was a corrupt swine in sheep clothing, ripe for slaughter, and Balder the butcher. Nothing, save divine intervention by the Golden Goddesses themselves, would save the man now.
    SenpaiPancake, Aug 30, 2012
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    Leopold Puerulus weaved through the streets, moving with deft, but indecisive, movements. He was focused now entirely on avoiding the crowd. He had no idea where he was going.

    But all the same, he needed this walk. He needed to move around, to calm down, to get his mind off of his current situation. Or possibly to obtain more information on it. One way or another he kept his ears attuned for any stray chatter that might pertain to the underground. He really preferred to avoid it, but... it wasn't up to him anymore. He needed to keep tabs on it to make sure his debt didn't catch up to him.

    And so, as he briskly made his way through the streets, he was vaguely aware of the words drifting past him on the wind. Actual leads, however, were scarce. Most of the rumors articulating were of some sort of "hero," or a figure that fit the bill at any rate. Leo didn't know people like that existed after the story of Link... He had to admit he wanted to see this person for himself.

    Still, though, some of the words he came across were... of the less savory sort. Apparently, even though he had been promised a man's daughter for thanks, the latter part of that... dare he call it a romance? was not entirely pleased.

    He sighed and turned into an alleyway, bumping into a large cloaked figure. "Oof..."

    "S-sorry," he said quickly, dusting himself off. Someone looking like that definitely did not look someone he'd want to run into in a dark alley, like he just did.
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    "... Have given self shelter. Am indebted to mountain people, so will help. Will find thief." Azher said, nodding his head to the wizened Goron, tongue wrapping around foreign words as if they were food about to be ingested. His eyes twitched ever so slightly, noting the perceptible shift in attitude in the room. They were clearly happy he'd said yes, a release of tension seeming to drop the temperature in the muggy, cloistered hall by several degrees. And if I said no...? The Tokay couldn't help but think, but his thoughts were interrupted as he drew in a breath, his concentration breaking like clockwork. As grateful as he was for a place to hide from the rest of the city, being located just outside the outlet for the sewers wasn't exactly ideal, especially on hot days like this. To be honest, he would be glad to get out for the day and return once the sun had fallen, the sweltering heat ceasing to give life to the various waste and grist.

    That said, the light presented its own dangers. He preferred the cover of night, a veil of darkness to hide his features, for while the sun still hung in the sky, he appeared only a monster to the peaceful, and blissfully unaware citizens of Castle Town. With his escape from the local prison, and assault of several of the guards, Azher thought it unlikely that he'd survive even a minute, walking the streets. But he had a responsibility to these people, those who could not, or would not defend themselves. There was a Hylian, a knight by their accounts, who rather enjoyed tormenting the underprivileged Gorons, going so much as actively seeking them out in the middle of the slums. And when one had stood against him, he had been mercilessly slaughtered. But not even the sanctity of the Goron's dead held any meaning, for the knight looted their dead brother, taking with him a small, brass idol.

    Though he did not personally understand its significance, he still empathized with the sentiment, for he came from a primitive people that worshiped things as small as a rock, to the sun and the moon and the stars. As he pushed upon the creaking wooden door, Azher pulled his cloak up around his head, trying to hide as much of his face as possible. As he left, he was so absorbed in his own designs that/ he failed to hear the relieved sigh come from behind him. He walked off into into the slums, alone...

    ---

    "Do you really think he can win? It's insanity, throwing a man with only his fists, against one with a sword, especially one so skilled."

    "He was a danger to us, staying here. If the Hylians were to discover that we were harboring a fugitive, who knows what might happen. No, it's better this way; he goes to his death, defending what he believes to be right. In some ways I regret doing this, for one sees that kind of innocence maybe once in a lifetime. But our people must be protected." The elder rasped out wearily, rubbing his eyes, for he suddenly felt immensely tired. It truly was a pity, but he would not risk their sanctuary for a foreigner.

    "Even if he does succeed, he'll have gotten rid of another problem for us, and I doubt he'd survive long after that, what with having killed a knight. No, it is better this way." He shook his head, laying his head down, and drifting off into sweet dreams.

    ---

    Beady, glimmering eyes stared from the darkness, scorning the light, silently cursing the goddesses. Goddesses, this is impossible! He thought angrily to himself. No matter how he looked at it, there was no way to walk the streets/ without being noticed. To make things worse, two men were standing just at the edge of the alleyway, and Azher saw no way past them. Growling angrily, hunkered down behind some wooden crates, he stewed in his indecision. Clearly it would be impossible to take the two out, and make it into the street without being noticed. Talking to them seemed just as unlikely, for who would talk to what looked eerily like a Lizalfos? He was pretty sure they would either try to kill him on sight, or run upon laying their eyes upon his scaled face. But... That was at least better than needlessly attacking them, which was sure to get him arrested.

    Poking around in the crate, which was full of various trash, he found what he'd wanted. Grabbing the coarse bag, poorly made and riddled with small holes, he pulled the makeshift mask over his face. Well, better than nothing... He grimaced. Pulling his cloak tighter around his body, so that they could not see his upper nor his lower body, he shuffled up behind the taller of the two-really kind of an imposing man, at that-and cleared his throat. "Excuse self, self am traveler. Am quite lost in strange, stone maze. Can help self?"
    WillowtheWhisp, Sep 15, 2012
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