The Land Down Under [Not Darksea]

Theme Music.

Guy gently massaged his temples between his wooden fingers. This was the clusterfuck to end all clusterfucks. The one time he brought his serial killer of a sister into a village; the one time he didn't have a good escape plan or disguise... also happened to be the literal one time the entire friggin' town fell off the continent and into the sea. Of course it would be. If that wasn't enough, miss goody-goody guard, Navina, happened to run into him. Of course should would. As if his luck hadn't been stellar already. The goddesses must finally be punishing him for all the ill he's done in his life.

. . .

It all seemed to happen so quickly, though it might have been an hour. There was mass panic across the city, and most of the Hylian citizens were fleeing and flailing and screaming and panicking. All the while, he could hear Sienna boisterously laughing at their anguish. Though there weren't many guards in the city at the time, there was an odd gathering of Zora mages--was it a tourgroup, or something?--which happened to be at the right place at the right time. Their magic helped quickly evacuate the city--although, of course, Guy assumed Hylians were their primary target. Screw the Deku Scrubs who for all they knew could die as soon as the air bubble around this city collapses.

Guy convinced his sister to go in deeper into the city instead. Both of the Denzritas were smart enough to construct magical garments which protected from water anyway--thanks to Sienna's outfitting skills. He did this because (a) the Zora mages were pissing him off, and (b) mass panic made looting so incredibly easy. His Adventure Pouch was just begging to be filled with all sorts of goodies Hylians would leave behind. "Maybe this wasn't such bad luck after a--"

Nope. His luck was terrible after all. He just locked eyes with Navina when he was about to commit about a hundred crimes. Not only that, but she didn't appear to be fleeing like any sane Gerudo would. The bubble surrounding this city was--in Guy's opinion--going to come crashing down and kill every creature who couldn't breathe underwater. And what was Navina doing? Being a hero? Being a martyr? Being a goddamn thorn in his side?!

Navina was furious. For plenty of reasons. One, she had come to this village to meet with some family... So of course, after she got them safely on their way, she had time to think about the rest of the reasons of why she was angry. Two, she had some obnoxious little moblin following her around. She literally couldn't escape him. Three, she had been put on suspension. Suspension. Her. Navina. Some stupid court order. That little bitch ....

Spaghet had bigger issues. Like how the ENTIRE CITY WAS SINKING. Why was he chosing to ignore this fact? Because after Navina had gotten her family on their way to safety, Navina had begun to ignore this fact as well. Despite the moblins protests, the suspended guardsmen still felt compelled to stick around and look for stragglers. Spaghet was certain that if he focused on the fact he was going to die soon via drowning, he'd probably vomit from anxiety. But Navina seemed content to stay. And it wasn't like Spaghet had much influence over her. He was certain that she would be wise enough to get going once she thought the dangers were too intense... Right?

... Four, when she had been escorting some of her sisters out.... she had spotted something she had recognized. One that she remembered from tales and stories. And then Guy. The connection was made instantly. How had she not realized it before? Scum really did attract scum ...

Spaghet slowly looked at Navina. He knew that kind of intense look. He looked in the direction the Gerudo was looking in. Seeing... A Deku and... Something. He adjusted his glasses. It... That was a thing. Jeez... ... Jeez. He frowned... Then looked back up to Navina.

"Friends of yours? He cocked an eyebrow, an annoyed expression on his face.

"No," she hissed. "Absolutely not." Navina snapped her fingers and a moment later her new pet appeared on command. Benny looked hostile, and Spaghet instantly jumped back.

"M-may I remind you that y-you're on suspension, Miss Navina?!" he yelped, the contents of the large case on his back rustling. He held up his cane as a defense against this creature. Good thing he had left Burrito at home. The damn dog would have been dumb enough to jump on the thing and try to mate with it or something. Idiot dog (who was Spaghet kidding he loved the thing).

"I know," she said, petting Benny. "I just don't trust them." she then walked over to them. They didn't need to know she was suspended. Right? Unless that little moblin talked. She looked down at him and he glanced up at her. Spaghet gulped.

"Guy.... Its nice to see you," Navina said, doing her best to sound sincere. She wasn't doing very good. "I wish it was under better circumstances." that, however, was genuine. For many reasons.

Guy stared at her silently for a moment. There was little doubt in his mind that if she was now able to recognize him as a wanted criminal, there was no way she couldn't know that he was standing next to a serial killer. If his sister had any damn tact, she'd change her armor once every few months at least, or for the love of Din wear something other than foot-long horns and wielding a nine-foot glaive. Even the Floormaster probably recognized her. With a long sigh, he gazed at Navina with a world-weary look. Their uncanny acquaintanceship had seen enough of them pretending to be nice to each other at this point--"You're a terrible liar, Navina. I do wish we could have met under more favorable circumstances."

There came a slight devious smile in his voice as he continued, "Like when we first met at that lakebed temple. That was a rather pleasant experience." There was a genuine feeling of nostalgic fondness in his voice, "I miss it."

"Speaking of that, though, I did manage to get some aquatic protection out of that scale you recovered for me. Sienna here--" he waved towards the renowned serial murderer, as easily as he would have towards Tent "--was kind enough to make some magical trousers that help me submerge without physical harm, using the scale. Fancy that--pants which render you immune to drowning." He chose to leave out the part about how they also happen to turn him into a wooden mermaid. Even now, he wondered if that was some kind of joke on Sienna's part.

Guy wondered if Navina hated herself for giving him that scale. Probably. That wasn't really his intent. She was like a tiger to him--annoying, ferocious, but beautiful, and thankfully on the leash of a force she couldn't control. He didn't respect her, but at times he found himself liking her. She was better company than Wiki or Sienna, at least. "remind me to pay you back for the scale, someday." Before she could respond, he added, "You know, a physical gift in return." No free arrests, obviously.

Sienna glared quietly towards the other Deku Scrub, who had remained quiet; then towards the Floormaster; and finally towards this 'Navina' chick. She was quietly contemplating the most enjoyable means of slaughtering all three. It was really unfortunate that at least one of them seemed to be some kind of associated of her brother's... Felt like the damn fool had her on a leash, sometimes, though he occasionally made up for it.

As she glanced over her shoulder, a slight grin spread across her face. Far more interesting than this small talk or looting worthless Hylian garbage, she spotted her true quarry: victims. Namely, two of Gekkos were riding Snappers through the now-sunken village, ransacking it at will. As soon as Sienna locked eyes with them, they glared back at her...

(ROLL FOR INITIATIVE.)

She flinched. Dammit. But after that momentarily lapse in professionalism… she hardened. As the Deku Spoke, Navina’s face was as stoic and neutral as possible. Navina stared down at Guy. She placed her fist under her chin guard … and couldn’t help smile when he mentioned his sister by name. She had been.. severely slacking in her flash cards lately, but she was quite certain she was correct. Good to get a confirmation.

But then he mentioned that temple, and she let out an exasperated sigh. She shook her head. It couldn’t be helped. She pursed her lips, but not in a malicious way and rolled her eyes.. although it’s not like she would ever leave the house without her gear and visor on. She offered him a slight nod at his new trousers, and her brow perked at the mention of a gift. Strange.

“… I can accept gifts, but it won’t clear your criminal record. But we have more pressing matters than that. As you can see… there are people to be helped,” she said, slowly. Her voice was calm, but she paused for a long while before she spoke again. “… … pants that allow you to swim?” Navina thought for a moment. Her eyes widened, and she made the connection. Her face softened. “… I.. I had assumed that the scale was just a scale.” Farore and Din. A small smile spread across her face. “I’m glad, Guy. Genuinely. It’s a shame that Dekus have to suffer such a weakness.” Navina was a terrible liar, it was true. So when she spoke the truth, it tended to show.

Benny began to stir. It had been watching … … detecting, some sort of intense force nearby. Being Navina’s pet it was inclined to want to hound everything that it felt was hostile. This thing seemed… unnaturally strong. One seemed friendly enough. The other one it’s master had been around lately Benny did not like. Mostly because it kept telling Benny not to do things. Benny didn’t like that. Suddenly, it detected more evil forces! And the previously mentioned obnoxious force! No!

“Miss Navina!” Spaghet shouted, an annoyed twinge in his voice. His brow twitched. He stood on the other side of the two Gekkos. With an amount of dexterity that was genuinely impressive, he removed the case off of his back, flipped it around, whipped out his violin, and slammed it onto the ground. The Moblin was not prepared to deal with a Gerudo, and Gekkos, and Snappers, and… he sniffed the air, shivering. Augh, scrubs. Spaghet was done with scrubs, opting to follow Navina himself to get away from his home and build a solid case against her. Augh.

“Spaghet Yettin,” Navina’s voice soured. Her lip curled. She looked down at Guy, offering her condolences. Uncharacteristically, she joked, raising her arms and shrugging in a comical manner “Yes, of the The Traveling Yettins.” She really hoped that associating her.. companion with his family rather than his job would put Guy off the trail of the fact she may not have the authority to arrest him or Sienna, regardless of what they did. She readied for combat, as did Benny. The Gekkos were not concerned with the moblin, realizing that the three well equipped fighers were more than willing to give them a fight. Besides, even a decently dressed moblin attracts less attention than the more pressing threats, especially when Navina was Blitzing towards them, knocking one off of its Snapper.

But before she could do so, Spaghet adjusted his glasses and prepared to play. He glanced towards the two scrubs. … could scrubs hear as well as races with ears? They certainly couldn’t smell as well as he could. He sniffed the air, breathing in deeply. His nose twitched. He smelled Navina, and … .. The feminine one was male, and the masculine one was female. He sighed. Scrubs.

“Please cover your ears, Miss Navina, Miss, Sir!,” Spaghet shouted. Whatever hopes and dreams anyone had of wonderful music being played were crushed. Spaghet was a Yettin, yes, but Spaghet was also terrible at music. He had two fingers and a thumb. He was playing a 5 stringed instrument. Please do the math. He unleashed a terrifying, screechy noise, that stopped the Gekkos in their tracks. And whoever else had ears.

Benny now liked the obnoxious one. At least temporarily. Benny didn’t have ears. Benny skittered over to one of the Gekkos and jumped on top of it. The Floormaster was about to RAVAGE this thing but – it looked towards the obnoxious one. Fine. It effortlessly turned to shadow and slunk under one of the cackling beasts (They laughed when they were in pain. How fun!)… before slurping it up and ejecting it somewhere else. Goodbye.

Navina groaned, partly because her Floormaster had just been dumb and also because Spaghet’s noise was awful. You don’t save Gekkos.. you kill Gekkos “Benjamin! No!” She shouted, even though the Floormaster had disappeared. “SPAGHET! Stop it!”

Spaghet quickly stopped playing and popped his violin back into its case. He wasn’t an asshole, and he knew that playing for an obnoxious amount of time would be a dick move. He quickly equipped unsheathed his sword cane … mostly because he was certain one of the Dekus was going to kill him. And also the Gekko, since it seemed to be recovering. But mostly… yeah. He knew enough crazy, and he could smell the crazy coming off of that one from a mile away. He also figured he could just.. climb up the side of a wall or something if he needed to. Sweat began to bead up under his wig. Great. Combat.

Guy had difficulty believing this Bokoblin creature was a true Yettin, and that feeling become even more sure when his ears were bombarded with the most atrocious sound he had heard in at least two years. By the time he could think clearly again, the Floormaster had already swallowed one of the Geekos and spat it somewhere else, apparently leaving its Snapper behind. He made a mental note to get a Floormaster to ride around at some point--although he suddenly felt as though he had thought that once before...

...Shit, where did I leave Gordon? Guy was suddenly rubbing his forehead, thinking that maybe he should try to cut down his mushroom dosage just a little bit.

Meanwhile, Sienna was the target of a ferociously-spinning Snapper and its Gekko rider. A reckless charge right towards her. If there was something Sienna loved, it was someone who displayed such overwhelming arrogance to attack her straight out, such utter stupidity to actually think such an attack would work. Was it the best in their arsenal? Probably not. Like a top just shot out of a wheel, Sienna spun with wild force, her glaive slashing into the Gekko's spinning body so hard he was launched clear off his turtle. As soon as the attack struck, she dropped her glaive, and shoved both hands forward to brace against the spinning snapper. Her boots skid backward against the ground, until the turtle had little choice but to come to a full stop.

With a wild grin, Sienna's fist drew back as a ferocious dark energy surrounded her gauntlet. A terrifying force launched forward, utterly pulverizing the Snapper's immobilized face. Steel knuckles exploded into a scaly face with a grotesque sound that even Guy was forced to look away, shuddering. No one wanted to see what remained of its skull--except Sienna, of course, who was busy wriggling her fingers inside the poor creature's neck.

After making sure the Gekko's corpse was nearly cleaved in half, Guy quickly pounced towards the remaining Snapper. Before he could make a struck, it spun wildly towards him. Thinking quickly, Guy propelled shield-first into it with all his strength. Both the turtle and scrub bounced off each other, stumbling backwards. Guy was the first to act, rebounding off the ground quick enough to launch his sword into the only weakspot he could find--the turtle's face, sliding it down his throat.

Guy and Sienna exchanged glances, then looked towards the other two. It was all in a day's work for them, but Guy supposed that at the very least that Spaghet fellow was not accustomed to such scenes. Oh well. With a sigh, Guy pulled out a handkerchief to clean the green blood from his blade.

...He glanced towards his sister again, who was still wriggling her hand inside the throat of a barely-alive turtle. If his hands were free, he would have face-palm. Instead, he firmly asked, "Sienna... Do you want to... fetch your glaive?"

With a shrug, Sienna effortlessly ripped her blood-drenched hand out of the creature's face with a grotesque sound. She ripped her weapon out of the Gekko, after which she idly kicked its corpse to make sure it didn't flinch. When it didn't, she couldn't help but feel a bit disappointed. As she carried her glaive, it slowly dripped blood across the ground. "That ended... too quickly," she said, sighing in an eerily deep voice.

Guy grimaced. Any shred of respect Navina had for him was likely gone. She was the last person he would expect to understand a sibling relationship, anyway. With a sigh, he asked, "Well then, is there anything my sister and I can do to aid your effort?" He tried to sound mildly helpful, though obviously not eager to assist. If he helped her, then hopefully she would be out of here more quickly, which meant he would have an easier time looting this village...

“Yes, actually,” the moblin answered before Navina could. She stared down at him. How dare he? “There is.” He looked down at the scrub... and noticed that he wasn't really.. well, he wasn't really made of wood. Spaghet grimaced and scratched at his nose. He was wondering why said Deku had smelt a little... err.. peculiar. He had thought that maybe the hints of molten rock and magic he caught on his nostrils was from something else close by... but... Spaghet then glanced towards this ‘Sienna’ creature. He had not appreciated witnessing her… excessive display of gore. Seeing such visions in a dream was one thing, reality another. Too quickly? If it was up to the moblin, the event would have never occurred. Spaghet looked back up towards Navina and sighed. If he hadn’t been in such a sour mood, he might have sounded more enthused as he spoke. But Spaghet was still a nice man. He sounded much friendlier than a moblin probably should.

“She won’t admit it… but we came back for somethi- one,” Spaghet hurriedly spoke, Navina staring down at him. Spaghet gulped. “He-Her sister is lost, help us find her an--” The Gerudo abruptly cut in.

“—d you can avoid custody for another night,” Navina’s voice was filled with unusual malice as she slowly spoke. She wasn’t the best at lying, and but she did know that giving away too many details was one way she got caught in them. “… I’ll be honest with you, Guy, you seem rather smart,” she looked down at him. “Please make the right decision.”

Spaghet adjusted his glasses, glancing around at the town. Although he wanted to say he was empathizing with the loss of life he saw around him, he had more selfish reasons for avoiding an inquisitive stare. A frown had spread upon his face, and he was certain that it might tip someone off to the fact he was talking out of his ass. To be honest, he was glad that Navina went along with his fib. He wasn’t prepared to start a fight right now, and Navina seemed content to ride on the coattails of his lie and continue to keep up her own guise.

The moblin was just .. concerned on how he was going to keep up this charade. Navina’s sisters had all escaped the city properly. Navina was just being obnoxious and trying to earn some brownie points to try to get her suspension revoked. Spaghet winced. Although he was a lawyer, the reason why he won cases was because of his preparedness, not his wit.

The ground began to quake beneath the group, and before anyone had a time to make a decision, the street beneath them caved in. Unknown to the band of misadventurers, they had been standing underneath one of the town’s largest sections of its expansive sewer system. As street carts and houses cascaded into the large pool of sloppy goop, both Navina and Spaghet both struggled not to die. Although both of them were decently agile, it was pretty hard to dodge a falling house.

Spaghet and Navina crashed into the water a few meters away from each other, both of them doing their best to swim up to the surface. At least the two Dekus wouldn’t immediately die. If Spaghet wasn’t immediately concerned with NOT DYING, he would have wondered if that was a blessing or a curse. At least Navina would be pleased. The moblin knew her well enough to know now that a satisfying capture far outweighed the death of a criminal in the Gerudo’s mind.

Sienna couldn't help but let out an audible scoff. Was a single, lone member of the Gerudo guard actually threatening her with prison time? She supposed most guards wouldn't be aware of the fact the last time she was in prison, she was able to pry iron bars apart with nothing but the strength of her own body. As far as Sienna was concerned, putting her in prison was like putting a pissed-off Wolfos in a wet paper sack. Although... breaking out could prove more fun than last time...

Before answering Navina, Guy shot Sienna a sharp glare. Beneath several layers of metal and leather, he could sense a faint amusement emanating from her--which usually led to horrible, horrible things. He suddenly realized he was standing between two women who represented almost complete opposites--self-righteous ideals of law and protection, and self-righteous ideals of chaos and destruction. He suddenly began to feel as small as Spaghet looked--like a bystander, a catalyst in a terrible clash of wills that no doubt would soon unfold. It felt as if the ground beneath him was sinking.

No wait. It was sinking. "Oh yeah, the city's crumbling. I almost forgot."

All four of them plummeted through rubble, and three of them hurtled downwards into a grotesquely putrid pile of slop. Sienna grunted with annoyance. The worst thing about sludge is that hitting it did nothing for you. The worst thing about being a Deku Scrub is that you can't close your damn mouth. Looking up, she saw the others hovering at or over the surface of the murky fluid--while she sank deeper, and deeper still. Though her limbs were ferociously powerful, their stubby length was helpless to keep her incredibly dense armor afloat.

Meanwhile, Guy was standing on the side of a dilapidated house--defying gravity in his flaunting, mildly obnoxious sort of way. Reactionary use of propel managed to keep him dry, as he looked down towards the other two treading water. Giving Navina a knowing smirk, he calmly explained, "Good thing she added Silver Scales to that armor a while back." He was mostly relieved the two wouldn't be clashing for at least a couple minutes. The rate things were going, though, he expected to meet Sienna at the bottom of the sea sooner rather than later...

He titled his head slightly towards Navina, asking in a disinterested sort of way, "What was it about your lost sister, again?"

"My sister's lost somewhere on the surface. We should probably try to find a way out." Spaghet coughed and covered his mouth before he spoke in a perfect replication of Navina's voice. And then he coughed some more, because never so fast had he scrambled up to the surface. Din, that was awful. No, no... his wig.. his... his wig! It was wet. Immediately the Gerudo shot a look at him. The moblin bit his lip and looked away.

"M-Miss Navina we both know you can't lie," Spaghet hissed as he swam next to her. He had... spent way too much time with Navina lately. You learn a lot about someone when you have to interview them. Oh, and when you're stabbed by them in a very vivid dream. That was pleasant, truly. Of course she had blurted something out about it when they were talking one day. She needed to, apparently. Couldn't sleep. And she needed someone to confide in. The moblin sighed, recalling how he just nodded and then promised to try to spend less time with the woman in those kind of situations. Plainly, he was not prepared to accept another person's emotional crap into his life right now.The Gerudo scoffed... He was right. She couldn't lie, she was horrible about it. And for ... again, another time, she was glad to have him around. She.. hoped that Guy hadn't noticed that she hadn't moved her lips. She had turned towards Spaghet rather quickly.

"T-This is awful," Spaghet cried out, touching his wig. He was... deeply concerned. "I... I have to wear this in court tomorrow. P-Please D-Din let it all d-dry out..." He wiped at his eyes. He felt like he was about to cry Navina's teeth nearly broke as she clenched down, she had hoped that Spaghet wouldn't talk about his profession. Spaghet sniffed and then sighed. Hylians were... so rude when it came to appearances. The only reason he had worn this suit was because Navina had told him to dress nicely. She had just worn her armor. Played for a fool yet again, Spaghet Yettin. Wait. He looked up. He.. yes, he could definitely climb out of here and run off. But Navina couldn't. And... well, he couldn't just leave her here. Wait, no, he definitely could. But.. That'd ... He was deeply conflicted. The moblin pursed his lips. Fine, he would... stay. ... Plus he... didn't really.. know the way back. And .. well, frankly he was a bit afraid to go alone.

The moblin glanced towards the Deku scrub. Then down at the water he was dealing with. Then back at the man again. Yes... he... no, he unfortunately had heard at least one of their names before. He... well, if he was going to die anyways, he might as well clear the air so he couldn't be bothered in the after life about it.

"S-Sir, I ... ..." He sighed. "... ... Please let the woman you're with know that... well, I... I... D-Din." Spaghet clutched at his head. He wasn't going to confront that monster directly, and now was the best time, right? He had witnesses. Navina looked at the moblin and gave him a curious stare. ".... .... m-my... ah, my c-client ... I... well I -... well, she s-s-sent a letter in the mail I.." She hadn't. Wiki's awful. She was just fucking with Spaghet and happened to name drop Sienna in her stupid lie. He could practically hear her raspy voice, telling him about how he was going to have to defend that notorious criminal in court with an offer for a trial. For free. All expenses paid. Some bullshit. She was angry at the time, and Spaghet was paranoid and anxious enough to believe her. What a great person.

"... I-I'm n-not going to defend t-that w-woman in court." Spaghet said. He finally managed to find some sort of semblance of land. He pursed his lips and stood up as straight as he could. Which... wasn't much "... S-Sorry."

"Spaghet," Navina said as she climbed up from the sewage. Disgusting. "Not the time or the place." More like shut your mouth you stupid man. But politer.

"You're right," he said. "You're right. You're right. I'm just clearing the air so people don't bother me in the afterlife after we die down here."

Guy didn't normally consider himself a bully, but the writhing creature's inability to so much as spit out words was so obnoxious he wanted to punt the moblin until he talked properly. Maybe it was only because moblins he had met were usually bold and confident, which Guy could at least respect, even if they tended to be no more intelligent than this supposed Yettin. Even so, when the creature finally spoke his piece, Guy's annoyance exploded into laughter.

"Oh, oh shit!" Guy almost lost his footing on the wall, before quickly recomposing his explosive laughter into a chuckle. "Defend Sienna in court! That's--that would be a feat. Maybe you could plead insanity, but that would be like calling the sun bright." He covered his face, still chuckling to himself, "I doubt she would openly deny any accusation of murder, anyway, so I don't think you'll have to worry about her going to court anytime soon. Worst case scenario, she'll just break the prison again."

Guy gave a slight smile towards Navina. Normally he wouldn't have openly admitted in front of her that he was the sibling of a sociopathic serial killer, but she had probably already figured it out anyway. Maybe she wouldn't ask for his help in finding her sister, too. That joke put him in a suddenly great mood, regardless--so great he nearly forgot the entire city was sinking, and any chance he had of looting it was probably shot. Even if Miss Goofy-Goody wasn't here, most goods would probably be underwater by now--or at least water-damaged. It was unlikely there was something as precious, hardy, and lightweight as gemstones just floating around in a town like this, anyway. Oh well.

Guy's head perked up abruptly, hearing a high-pitched, seemingly Hylian-or-Gerudo voice scream out in the distance. It sounded like she was screaming for help. Guy's position moved slightly in that direction, giving a cautionary glance towards Navina--"Sound like your sister?"

. . .

Meanwhile, bubbles were popping out of Sienna's snout as she slowly sank to the sea floor, alongside numerous other buildings, roughly half of which were intact. The sound of her annoyed growls were distorted by the wander now surrounding her. A good-hearted person would perhaps be thankful for the Silver Scales that were not only keeping her alive, but keeping her precious armor from rusting. Instead she was pissed that she could barely see through this disgusting sludge, and how difficult it was to move underwater--how the hell did Zoras do this?!

Spaghet's entire being shrunk when the Deku on the wall let out a boisterous laugh. His ears flipped down and his tail curled inward. He had defended terrifying criminals in court and won, but for some reason the man's laughter coupled with the words he was speaking made Spaghet doubt his skills and competencies. The fact that he was probably going to die wasn't helping either. He gripped at himself as his body turned cold. He was certain now this entire situation was a cruel prank from the universe designed to make him suffer massive embarrassment before he died.

Navina let out a near growl at Guy. It was clear she wasn't pleased. She was unable to do anything and she knew it, and frankly the thought was driving her mad. The man and his sister could walk away and she couldn't stop them, not without compromising her job. There was some sort of cruel irony at play here that made her want to scream. And the fact he continued to speak about such crimes so nonchalantly made Navina wonder if he was taunting her. Plus, she was now covered in sludge. Disgusting. She wanted nothing more than to escape and take a bath. However, her thoughts were interrupted by a scream and she immediately reached for her sword.

"Does it matter?!" Navina yelled to Guy in response before bolting off in the direction of the noise, not caring if he or Spaghet followed. At least she could distract herself from her anger by saving another. She ran and hopped on various floating debris, occasionally Wall Kicking to avoid the sludge as she ran towards the tunnel she believed the noise came from. Spaghet bit at his lip. Why was this woman always running off? Spaghet looked hesitantly down at the sludge below. ... where did that serial killer sink down to? Spaghet sighed and remembered the man's laughter. He might be covered in shit and look like a terrible fool, but at least he didn't have to involve more terrible Deku Scrubs in the web of his life.

Spaghet stayed behind for a moment to watch Navina skip across rocks and fallen buildings. He was deeply considering leaving her down here. Navina was competent enough to find her own way out, right? He bit his lip - Din did he smell. It was really messing with his sense of, well, everything. His body dropped another degree in temperature when he heard a familiar scream echo out from the corridor Navina had just turned down. Oh no.

"... N-NO," Spaghet yelled and gripped himself tighter. He looked up towards the Deku Scrub on the house wall, then down at the sludge below, then towards the corridor. This ... this wasn't fair. The moblin ran towards the sewer wall beside the rocky platform he was stationed on and began to climb it towards where Navina ran off to. With surprising speed he reached the entrance to the corridor Navina had disappeared down. He looked up again towards the Deku Scrub - oh no, what was his name?! Navina had mentioned it ..

"S-Sir! S-Sir y-you and M-Miss Navina seem to be acquainted. Y-You k-know if t-that's her scream then I... well... S-..." He struggled to form the proper words. What a stressful situation. "... P-Please h-help! I-I..." the moblin's eyes darted back and forth as his body shook. He looked rather pathetic.

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In the other room, Navina stood before the remains of a Hylian woman. The Hylian's body was heavily charred and burned from the sudden bolt of electricity that had coursed throughout her body when a disgusting, eyeless, transparent worm had slapped up against her. It seemed to glow brighter as the woman fell to her knees, it's strange mouth opening up wide and goop dripping from its pointed teeth. Navina wouldn't have screamed if it all hadn't been so sudden. And if she hadn't been so close to the woman's face at the time she had been killed. The Gerudo shivered before reading herself and pulling out her sword. She didn't need help defending herself against this beast, certainly.

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"I guess it doesn't really matter," though his reasons for that were completely different than Navina's. Guy shrugged.

Everyone was splitting up, and Guy had already abandoned his original motivation for being here. Even if he could go after Sienna, being submerged in water was far from a good time--and she, if anyone, could take care of herself. Spaghet was about as capable as a diaper. Thus he decided to chase after Navina, if only because her righteous rage amused him. She was delightfully naïve, and watching her high-and mighty morals crumble in her hands seemed like a good time.

Guy had already made the first leap when that quivering Moblin--ugh, what a pathetic excuse for one--spat out something about helping Navina. It was a convenient excuse, Guy supposed. Between hopping on water, soaring with his roc's cape, bounding off walls, and occasionally propelling, Guy had a comparatively easy time catching up to the armored Gerudo. After splashing his toes across the last bit of debris-filled water, he tumbled acrobatically into the room Navina had entered. Was that scream hers? Or that... grotesque corpse? Or... that even more grotesque pile of electrified goop?

"Ah. Careful using metal against that thing, dearie." If it was anything like a Blue Chuchu, Navina was about to get electrocuted. He assumed she was familiar with fighting criminals--maybe not so much goopy piles of malicious slime.

Guy had every intention of letting Navina handle this herself, as she seemed so adamant to do. While the two foul-smelling creatures paired off, Guy carefully slipped deeper down the corridor. He assumed this to be a foyer of some sort--it seemed like it was once a rather ornate Hylian-style dwelling. This place was still mostly intact, even if partially submerged. A house this nice was bound to have some kind of family jewels or a safe somewhere, right? Right. Before he could even begin to look for it, however, a sudden crackling noise echoed out from above. Guy's eyes shot towards the ceiling, a split-second before propelling out of the way and further down the corridor.

A second pile of fanged electricity plopped down onto where Guy had been standing, landing adjacent to the first. The two formless monstrosities were now back-to-back(?), staring down the two interlopers which stood poised at either side of them. With an annoyed groan, Guy slipped a Cane of Echoes out of his satchel...

...

Meanwhile, Sienna was smashing her fists repeatedly into a face. At first she thought her victim was a fish, but turned out to be a Zora--not that its features were very recognizable anymore. Whatever. It had fins, so she didn't care. Intimidate the fuck out of it, then coerce it into ferrying her back to the surface. As far as she cared, this was a solid plan. That would work--as long as she remembered not to kill it first.

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Navina hissed as Guy passed her. No one called her dearie, how dare he?! She was a respected member of the guard and she would be treated as such. She would not be disrespected by common criminals. Especially... Augh, Guy. She held out her sword as he passed. In her anger she failed to notice the slithering creature slinking towards her. As she stood with her sword drawn, she didn't notice it begin to crackle. Her metal easily conducted and she began to shake violently, unable to open her mouth to scream, her jaw clenching instead. Finally, when she stopped feeling electricity, she let out an uncharacteristically loud roar of pain. She wasn't used to that, even her time in the desert hadn't prepared her for getting shocked in a suit of armor. She whimpered as she fell to the ground, using her sword to balance herself so she didn't collapse completely. With a groan, she shakily pulled herself up. She needed a different tactic. She tiffed, thinking.

"... S... SPAGHET," Navina yelled into the tunnel, a deep seed of shame in her voice for what she was about to say. "I need your... I need your help!"

Like his terrier, Spaghet was on the move at Navina's call. He was pleased to know she wasn't dead so he moved quickly to assure her survival (maybe that Deku had helped her?).. but he also didn't want to get yelled at for dillydallying. He quickly scurried on all fours to the direction he heard her voice in. When he saw the creature she was fighting - and no Deku - he quickly summoned his knitting needles. By some magical force, he manged to throw a few into its opponent, causing it to burst. It seemed like a ranged attack worked rather well with these things, especially if you hit it with a few things at a time. A fanged smile whipped across his face as his tail flicked up. Finally, an easy success. Meanwhile, Navina rubbed her head, now realizing she had ignition powder. She probably could have used that to kill the beast. She didn't need to have embarrassed herself asking for Spaghet's help. The shock really did do a number on her. She shook her head and silently thanked Spaghet for his help.

"Where's the --" Navina began, but was interrupted. Spaghet sighed, knowing what she was going to ask before she asked it, running off in the direction his nose told him the other Deku was. The moblin found himself led into a partially underwater home. He smelt... something, definitely.

"Come out, Guy, I know you're in her--"

"W-Would you p-please f-for just... j-just one minute?!" Spaghet said, sniffing the air. He didn't smell that other Deku, maybe it died. He could only hope... But he did smell more of those creatures. Spaghet held up a paw, telling Navina to wait and began to run down a corridor. Navina followed regardless. Spaghet followed his nose and entered into the room that smelled like electricity, goop, sap, and old cloth. He growled, upset that he felt leashed to Navina's wishes and desires. Because honestly he had no desire to be seeing this Deku again either. But it seemed like if he disobeyed her he'd end up with an angry Gerudo in his home causing trouble. Again.

He was beginning to become more comfortable with the situation of impending death, thus felt able to focus on the primary task at hand: not dying a very painful way. I.e.: Electrocution. Thus, drawing out a needle from thin air, Spaghet aimed and threw it at one of the beasts. He quickly flicked his hand and summoned another pair, flicking it into the creature through its mouth and bursting before it had a chance to shock anything. Spaghet? Being Useful? ... This won't last long.

"Guy," Navina said, drawing out her ignition powder. "Never call me dearie again." Or I'll slit your throat she wanted to add, knowing it would be completely unprofessional. But she wanted to do it. Oh she wanted to.

"Literally JUST told you--" Guy sighed sharply. For someone so intensely proud, she would surely be smart enough to not touch electric things with metal. Was she just that flustered? Stupid? Pridefu--probably prideful. Maybe she just never wanted to accept help from who she labeled as criminals. The fact she asked for help from that quivering pile of mush that vaguely resembled a Moblin--before even looking in Guy's direction--that was just plain insulting. He probably would have helped, though mostly because he wanted to see how angry she would get from being saved by his 'kind' or however she thought of him these days.

Guy mentally reminded himself to get Navina arrested for a horrendous crime someday, ideally one that she knowingly committed. His bucket list was fairly short, but that was definitely on it now.

He would have attempted to help her, but was busy dealing with his own monstrosity. Navina just proved his suspicion that metal wouldn't work. He didn't want to touch anything like that by hand--gross. Twisting his body to one side, he unleashed a horrendously strong swing of his Cane of Echoes. A huge sonic boom blasted through the air and into the second slimeball. Guy grinned as it struck true--tearing into the rubbery body like a fist through water. The projectile abruptly bounced backward from where it came, a split-second before the monster burst apart. Guy's eyes widened in sudden shock. He couldn't propel out of the way fast enough, and was abruptly slammed square in the chest. His body shot across the room, flinging head over heels, as his cane clattered to the murky wet floor.

...

"F... fuck. Did I just crash through a door? I crashed through a door." Guy groaned in pain, prying himself off the ground. As he rubbed his aching head, he could feel splinters tangled in his mane. The door he just smashed through was visibly broken in half. He felt like he had passed out, but it couldn't have been very long. Maybe a few seconds, as that obnoxious Moblin's voice was whining nearby, something about a minute. Has that how long he'd been out? Eh.

Pushing his aching body off the ground, Guy looked in a random direction--which just happened to be Navina--as she scolded him. Scolding someone was so in her character it was almost painful. "If I call you that, you apparently get so flustered you can't even fight a pile of slime without asking for his help." Guy scoffed, "I'll keep this in mind if I ever want to assassinate you." No, watching her get pissed off as she decayed further and further into a hot mess of morals and hypocrisy--that was far more enjoyable than watching her die. It didn't hurt that she somehow remained easy on the eyes, either...

"Anyway, I'm guessing that wasn't that sister of yours." He shrugged, "Either of you see my cane in the hallway? It's... purple."

...

After accidentally beating a Zora into a comatose state, Sienna cut her losses and searched for a more traditional way up. This far down, it was difficult to even see the surface. The shaky ground on which she stood continued to sink lower and lower, complete with buildings that barely held together. Numerous remains were left on the surface--presumably where her brother and those obnoxious fools were casually insulting each other. She wouldn't be able to climb--there weren't enough connected surfaces..

Instead, Sienna clenched her free hand into a fist, then extended it forward in a dramatic motion, palm facing downward. Beneath her hand, a black mess of water swirled violently, before a Floormaster appeared in its wake--assuming the same position as her hand. With a slight hop, Sienna clambered atop her beast. The word, "Up," was faintly audible through the water. When the beast didn't respond, she abruptly kicked her heel into it, and pointed her glaive upward. Without further ado, the giant hand began to slowly swim upwards--extending and retracting its fingers like a jellyfish.

Sienna sneered slightly. She didn't exactly expect the thing to be able to swim, but still... this was awfully slow. Better than nothing, she supposed...

"You shut your disgusting little snout," Navina hissed. She wasn't going to tolerate such insolence from a wanted criminal. "I should arrest you and your cohort now."

"Navina, might I remind you tha--" the moblin began, and then Spaghet curled up when he realized something. Yeah, that was definitely an insult directed at him. Why did Deku Scrubs prefer to fight with words instead of fists? Well usually, considering there was the one that was hopefully still at the bottom of a lake.

Navina began to look around for the cane guy mentioned. "I doubt [i/]you[i/] could assassinate me, Guy. Even Spaghet has a better chance." Navina's eyes widened behind her helmet when she realized what she had said. It was just because Spaghet was around her more, not because... she turned towards the moblin. Spaghet wanted to cry. He was going to cry. He was crying. (Just a tear or two, he wasn't that pathetic, right?!). Good thing wiping your face was justifiable when it was covered in grime and goop.

"It was my sister," Navina said, ending the lie. Spaghet whipped his head towards her, a confused look on his face. "Didn't you hear me scream?" A terrible lie, it sounded more like a deadpan statement instead of a question. Spaghet almost let out a groan. She was going to ruin everything. The moblin was crying, so maybe now he could cover it up as crying for the Gerudo's dead sister. Either way without trying he was probably doing a better job of convincing Guy of ... something.

Spaghet had still smelt more of those creatures, but he neglected to tell anyone. In fact, he probably wouldn't alert anyone of them coming from now on. They could die for all he cared. Why did they keep insulting him?! "Y-Your cane is in the next room, yes," Spaghet said. He had smelt it before. Maybe Guy should clean that thing once in awhile. "You don't have to be so rude."

The moblin sighed and shook his head. "... ... Y-You know, threatening to assassinate someone is a crime, I'm certain I could assist Miss Navina in prosecuting that. But I won't. Because I believe you aren't a bad person." He crossed his arms and adjusted his glasses, moving into a speech he had used a few times before. He was quick on the crying recovery. "... Please, stop being a stereotype. Your race already has enough representatives who act uncivilized."

Guy's eyes narrowed. That woman had two Hylians parents. Navina, like any Gerudo, had at most one Hylian parent. He considered interrogating the matter further, but frankly didn't really care about that particular truth. The satisfaction he would get out of rubbing Navina's nose in her own lie wasn't really worth the hassle... Nah, just kidding. "Would you take it as a compliment if I called you a bad liar, Navina?" He referred to both the sister bit, and about assassination. Even she surely knew killing someone when they didn't expect it was as easy as plucking a string at the right moment. And she would hardly put murder past him, at this point.

Shrugging, he moved into the hallway. In the doorway, he turned, and gave Spaghet an amused smile. "Yettin, you tickle me. You're a lawyer, you say. It's ironic that I seem to be the only good liar here, when a good lawyer is almost nothing but..."

"As for you--" Guy looked towards the Bokoblin. "--If you're going to chastise me and my race, I suppose I should paint you the picture of how I truly see you." Guy sighed, continuing, "From my point of view, you live in a world of weaklings, double-speak, and taxes--where the ability to correctly apply make-up is more valuable than the skill to hunt, or even to farm. People like you live your lives afraid of what your peers think, afraid to outright lie because it might hurt your social standing. The ideals the commoners uphold--honesty, not taking what doesn't 'belong' to you, and even avoiding assassination--are followed only in falsetto by those who lead you. You live by laws other impose upon you, despite the fact lawmakers routinely twist the law to suit their own whims. Comrades are those who find you superficially likable; enemies aren't even killed, but thrown in a pile of straw you call prison. In that world, I am an outcast--a criminal stereotype"

His arms crossed, "From my point of view, I live in a world of monsters, survivalism, and treasure--where hunting means you live or die, and make-up is at best a slightly better way to fool your foes. People like me live our lives afraid of being killed on the field, or assassinated as we sleep. We not only lie but blatantly deceive--to gain, to survive, and to emerge as champions in no one's eyes but our own. The ideals upheld by people like the Denzritas--strength of combat, skill in survival and navigation, and ruthlessly destroying our enemies--are ones we wear on our sleeves, for anyone to see who dares to truly look. We strive to live for our own success, to acquire what our minds and bodies desire--despite what anyone else thinks. Comrades are those who agree with us; enemies are those who get in our way. In this world, you, Yettin, are not only a weakling, but a shame to your race."

His eyes moved towards Navina, sighing slightly. "I used to think you were strong, too, Navina--in the way I view strength--but the more time passes the more that does not seem to be the case." He turned away, plucking up his cane in the hallway, "But, that's just how I see things. Whether or not you understand that is your own problem."

"Anyway, now that you've found your sister, I should get to finding my own."

...

Sienna sighed, placing her head in her hand. Now that she could swim, she thought to herself, she needed to find a way to swim faster...

Spaghet didn't move from Navina's side, frozen in place. The more the Guy talked, the more tears began to stream down the Spaghet's face. Din, Din, Din. He wanted to scream. Shout, anything. The problem was that the Deku was right, he was an absolute disgrace. Not only to his race, but to his family as well. His family knew how to work the system, but even they got into fights and never backed down. But Spaghet? Spaghet had respect for laws, rules, regulations, order, and was pushed around by everyone he knew. To add salt the the wound, his brothers and sisters were fantastic, amazing at whatever he did. But him? He chose a profession he could never be the best in in. He was fantastic for what he was, if one put it into perspective, and now this man mocked everything and what he was. And he was right. Why was he right?

"Y-You're a mockery S-Spaghet," Spaghet croaked out in a very familiar, harsh voice as he used his Ventriloquism and cried next to Navina. He began to imitate other voices as well, chastising himself out loud softly. She had no idea what to do. This was the most uncomfortable situation she had ever been in. Was she supposed to comfort him? Scold him for throwing such a scene? She stepped away and began to follow Guy, leaving Spaghet to cry and imitate Wiki and his siblings for a little bit while he went through every punch, scar, and bruise people had given to him throughout his life and wishing to have them be inflicted on him again. The man absolutely wished to die at this point in time, but if someone actually tried to kill him he would probably scream and beg for mercy.

Navina followed Guy soundlessly into the hallway. Honestly, she had no idea what he meant. She wasn't the sharpest tool in the shed. Either way, she was offended. There was no way she was letting this criminal and now offensive man out of her sight. But.. she couldn't help but feel a bit of shame at Guy's words, and over the fact she had just left Spaghet to cry in the other room. She looked behind her, suddenly realizing that Spaghet was following soundlessly behind as well. Before she could say something to Guy, Spaghet spoke again.

"... Miss Navina. ... ... He's right. He's... right, I.. I'm going to die without help. If... I... I'm not... I'm not strong. I'm... I'm oddly misplaced here, aren't I? I'm stuck here, accompanying you, Miss Navina, when I'm made for Castle Town. And even... even then... I..." Spaghet looked towards Guy. ".. I... I don't belong there either." Spaghet said, wiping tears from his eyes. "And without his help, you're stuck here, Navina. You can't scale walls, you can't jump, and you're not... ah... hm..." He... didn't want to offend her. He wasn't going to say it. He changed the subject. "... ... Y-Your race has... good people in it, M-Mr. Denzrita. E-Every... Every race does. I.. wasn't speaking ill of it." Spaghet was fine with being a man of lies, taxes, and makeup if it meant he lived a full and happy life until the age of 50 or so. He had every intention of getting out of here alive. He knew Navina wouldn't object to a little push back, so trying to win over the man who had just metaphorically shoved his face in the mud was probably Spaghet's best option.

Guy's face twisted with disgust as the grown-ass man began to sob hysterically. His intention was far from destroying the fool so much as defending his own point of view. Even so, whatever shred of respect might have remained for Spaghet was now drowning in a deluge of pitiful tears. Guy couldn't even begin to understand how Spaghet functioned in this world, that world, or any other.

He mumbled quietly to Navina, "H-how does he..." His eyes met her face, seeing what he assumed to be annoyance, or perhaps frustration. It was difficult to tell with her, what with those eyes always veiled. Guy's voice trailed off, and he turned away from them both. "...Nevermind."

"Yettin, you're an even worse liar than her--my race is full of sneaky bastards." He shrugged, "But anyway, I'm not responsible for you or Navina. Worst case scenario you two can swim out, since this place is rapidly sinking." His eyes fell to the floor, rapidly filling with water. That cold, wet feeling seemed like it would always be disturbing--but he convinced himself it was not lethal, not as long as these precious silver scales adorned his body.

"However, if you intend to stay..." He wasn't sure why they would, but the kid seemed to insist on it. His glance went back to Navina. "If you two can't breathe underwater, I'd suggest you either learn quick, or get out of here." He gripped his scarf, showing it to them both, "I can't share this thing." Needless to say, he doubted either would be able to take it from him.

...

At this point, Sienna had sunken into something resembling meditation. The cool rush of water across her wooden skin was beginning to feel les terrifying, and more soothing. Though the eternal itch to maim and inflict pain remained, it was dulled temporarily. The promise of later inflicting anguish on that accursed like Bokoblin or Gerudo allowed her to feel at easy, for now.

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Navina felt embarrassed, both for herself and for Spaghet. Why did Spaghet think she couldn't handle this on her own? She was perfectly capable. Why was he trying to reach out to this scumbag for help?

"... I'm not that bad of a liar, and... and I was telling the truth," Spaghet whispered to himself shook his head. Either way, it was quite apparent that he had probably shown too much emotion. He always got so comfortable being alone, and getting insulted like that one on one in his house, that he forgot that it wasn't alright to cry like that in public. He glanced towards his companion, even Navina was a little worked up. He began to become nervous again, but for more than one reason. He quickly summoned a needle into his hand by flicking it - he had smelt those creatures before, he wasn't going to let his guard down now.

"Trust me, Sir, I intend to get out of here," Spaghet said with a mild hint of annoyance. It was clear that his tactics weren't working. Damn Deku Scrubs, as intelligent as they were rude. He felt awful for crying - he didn't do that that often, definitely not! (( )) - but something the man said really struck a nerve with him. Somewhere deep, deep down and he couldn't hold back. He knew plenty of nice people, but the people he was stuck with were often.. not so nice.

"Your scales are a nice addition, Guy. I meant that," Navina said after a moment of silence. "And yes, such a shame we can't ... share." She wanted to kick the man, the common criminal scum that taunted and jabbed and thought they could do whatever they wanted, boss around whomever they wanted. She glanced towards the Bokoblin behind her, and then glanced down at his needle, pausing for a moment. She wasn't the smartest, but she knew Spaghet well enough that the man didn't pull out a weapon unless something was up.

".... ... Where's your sister, she's not going to jump out and stab me in the throat, is she?" Spaghet said with a clear hint of terror in his voice. "... I mean, I'd... just feel absolutely awful if I didn't assist her out of ... wherever... she might be..." Spaghet just wanted to know where Sienna was - someone like that was best kept in sight. Navina rolled her eyes in response, but kept her hand over her sword. More than another criminal Deku Scrub was hiding around here somewhere.

"Yes, where is she?" Navina said, cocking a hidden eyebrow. "I'd love to have a chat with her."

"Sienna? Honestly? I have two guesses." Guy sighed, then shrugged, "Either maiming some poor aquatic creature, or fantasizing about it."

His eyes wandered towards the glass window, surprised to see it sinking below the surface of the murky water. It was an unsettling sight, no matter how much he reassured himself that the scales would protect him. All the while, the water bubbling up from numerous cracks in the ground continued to pour in. It was slipping past his stubby wooden knees, at this point...

"Seriously, though--if my sister doesn't stab you in the throat first, you will probably drown."

He glanced towards the window once more, and nearly jumped out of his skin as he saw a colossal jet-black hand rushing towards the pane. "WHAT THE FU--" A deafening crash echoed through the submerged room, glass and entire wall shattering. At first, Guy thought this might be Sienna's floormaster making a dramatic entrance. But no, whatever this thing was, it had an arm behind that hand--a long, skinny, scaly arm.

Before Guy even realized it, he was floating among planks and other shattered debris. His eyes beheld the monstrosity in its full form--a colossal, horrible serpent. No, it must've been an eel--or something altogether different, as its huge length was lined with numerous hands on either side, fluttering about as if they were fins. It was easily the most eerie creature Guy had seen in a week--and that was counting Sienna's mutilated corpses. The thing paused, turning its gigantic face towards him--as well as Navina and Spaghet, he guessed.

The face itself was a tiny, almost Hylian-like face which seemed freakishly dwarfed on a head that was easily dozens of feet wide and tall. Its eyes glinted suddenly, and Guy gulped.

Thankfully, the monstrosity turned away, and continued swimming through the abyss...

...

"Damnit, you idiot, swim faster!" Sienna softly kicked her Floormaster, as if trying to spur a horse. "I want to kill that thing!" Her words garbled oddly underwater, but nonetheless Sienna's glaive was stretched towards the monstrous eel. A hiss of annoyance echoed through the deep, knowing it wasn't coming back--and that she herself couldn't catch up with it.

Only after that thought did she realize the building it just demolished had someone in it. Judging from the huge mane of fabulous green hair, it was either some kind of cute little Kokiri girl or her middle-aged idiot brother.

"... so she's still around, then," Spaghet said. Great. Awful. Spaghet looked down at the water, feeling bad for the aquatic creatures. And then he looked down at the water slowly enveloping his own feet. The Deku was right. Screw Navina, screw this Deku, screw... that... Deku.. screw this entire situation. He was climbing out of here as soon as he could.

And then some sort of creature appeared and he nearly probably shit himself as he was dropped into even more water. No, even though Spaghet was Spaghet, he did not shit himself. He was already covered in it, he didn't need to be more uncomfortable. Navina looked towards Spaghet Was this what Spaghet was worried about? No, Spaghet was unable to actually smell with the amount of debris covering him, he was just imagining he was smelling enemies and monsters. That's why he was completely thrown off guard when a giant fucking hand and then a giant fucking sea serpent appeared out of fucking nowhere, dropping the pair into the water. Great.

Spaghet screamed as he resurfaced, much to Navina's chargin. He was mostly screaming because he was now in the water again, and Guy had mentioned aquatic monsters, and he was staring one in the face. This was horrifying.

Navina looked at Guy, and then back to the creature, and then back to Guy again. She readied her curved sword, began to swam, and before the creature had any chance to react, thrust her sword straight into the creature's backside. It screamed in agony, black blood seeping out of its now mutilated face. The Gerudo looked onward with a stoic face. On the inside, she was also in what she perceived as equal pain. Killing a creature for her own sake was horrifying, but she had an idea, and frankly it was her and Spaghet's life or this creature's. This was obviously something that she could judge quickly and fairly.

"MISS NAVINA," Spaghet nearly squealed in horror as he whipped out another pair of needles in the water. And then he realized that wasn't worth it. He had already used this tactic once before in a fight. He was absolutely sure he could use it again. He looked around - and then saw it. A small pocket opening in the top of the ceiling. The moblin looked back towards the battle, began to shake, and then bailed as fast as possible. He swam towards the wall of the enclosure, crawled up it wall, into the hole, and out of sight. Peace.

He was pleased that this area was dry, realizing now that he probably looked like... well, a coward. And he was alright with that, as long as he lived another day, he was alright with that. He then whipped out his violin, crouched down so he could play comfortably, and began to play a somber melody, quite loudly in fact. He ... was trying to make a certain individual hear it, since he was certain that's who would survive in the fight the longest. Since Spaghet really had no idea how this song worked, he was just pretty sure it was best to pick someone in his mind with the best fighting chance. And if she didn't hear it, he'd just switch to Navina.

Oh dear.