melodiesoflife | Event || Revelations

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Event || Revelations

Characters: All the Heroes of Light and their Moogles.
Where: Order's Sanctuary, The Interdimensional Rift and their Homeworlds.
When: August 03rd - August 30th

Summary: Following the battle against Palitutu, all the Heroes of Light were transported into the Interdimensional Rift. They were told by Palitutu they would have to find her to prove they can break the cycle-- But before they could reach their destination, a malevolent entity from the Rift stripped them from their immortality...

And now, they woke up in a decaying and dying world, most specifically in a place called Order's Sanctuary. From there they are ready to jump... Into their homeworlds! Feel free to use this post for the Mingle at Order's Sanctuary and should your homeworld be the stage for the Heroes of Lights' next adventures, feel free to make a thread for it and as many sub-thread as necessary! Please refer to the OOC Post for questions and plotting.

Warning: Whatever you come up with.

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Why did it have to be snow? Even though it was a place that she did not recognize, Midna knew from the first moment they'd arrived that this was Hyrule, thanks mostly to the fact that her old magic was restored... and her skills from Crystallis were all but inaccessible. She shivered in the wind, but up ahead...

"Look, there's some kind of shelter," a mansion? "Let's go."

"Right behind you."

He doesn't need to be told twice. He also knows that if he didn't answer, he'd likely have to put up with more hassle somehow from her. His hoofsteps are heavy in the snow, but at least he's used to the cold—and his fur leaves him feeling pretty warm as he makes his way after her.

"Are we the only two who came in?" He asks this after a moment, shaking his head in disapproval. "What the hell were you going to do if no one else followed you? You can't just...do that."

For better or worse, the thought of Midna being in danger upsets him.

Although she didn't give his question the explanation it deserved, or Midna, the answer was obvious; hide in the shadows. The wind was a hindrance to her levitation though, and when she landed in the snow those small feet didn't stand a chance.

So, looking up at her companion, she finally voiced a quick— "Hmm..." before leaping back into the air again, this time to flip, and landing on Dylas' head in perfectly between his antlers.

If he looks up at the right angle, he'll see a grin. Problem? "Right there, that way."

He shouldn't have snorted in amusement when Midna fell in the snow.

"Hey—"

He wobbles when Midna suddenly decides to perch on his head. It's a good thing he doesn't fall; it's a long way down, and no one wants to end up squished beneath him. He's all fur and sharp teeth and claws. He has plenty of problems with this, but all Midna gets out of him is a growl and some complaints.

"Who told you could sit up there?! You better not pull anything—"

He has long, silky hair, after all. And he's walking despite himself, if only because he was going there anyways. It's weird as hell having a child-sized imp riding his head.

That's right he shouldn't have. Which is why this seems like a fitting fate. She doesn't even acknowledge his complaints, but even Midna has to admit these locks are pretty soft and comfortable. Much nicer than the harsh weather they were dealing with. Maybe she'd just go ahead and stay awhile...

"If you talked as much as you walked, we'd be there by now," it was just a short ways away, the door was almost in reach... but what they might find on the other side may be just as uninviting.

"I can do both at the same time, Midna." He rolled his eyes, but in truth he was fine with it. He felt more at peace with her when they were bickering over stupid things as opposed to having heart-to-hearts in a holding cell. Each step brought them closer, his footsteps still soundless in the snow.

"Besides, walking is good enough for you. If I ran, you'd fall off." Always the competitive person, he tries to get the last word in. But he's not a bucking bronco. He pushes the door open, still seemingly unbothered by the cold, and takes a look around. He's lost for words for a moment. Icy floors, a hole in the ceiling.

"This place looks abandoned. You ever been here before?"

They must have been playing eye-roll tit for tat, because here goes her's at his comment. The bumpy rides on the back of wolves had more than prepared her for this, and those antlers seemed like good enough handles if things actually got rough.

When the door opens she crouches down a little further behind him to study the area, and after seeing it thoroughly abandoned, retorts with a, "Of course I haven't. This may be my world but its not my world."

A glow under one of the door frames merits a curious "Hmm?" as she sits higher with interest. "What's over there? Someone?" The door seems to creak open on its own, revealing a welcoming-looking fire, and someone huddled near it.

The moment her eye landed on that someone, Midna slipped away, hopefully unnoticed, and down into Dylas' shadow as the stranger perked up.

"Who? Uh..." a soft voice sounds. "Sorry, I have sickness, uh. Come closer, uh?"

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"Where did you go?!"

Dylas frantically turns around, trying to spot where Midna went to no avail. It's a little hard to spot someone diving into his own shadow. Crap. Of course she'd hide as soon as someone else showed up, and when did she learn to do that.

Cautiously, he approached the door, his body tense as he steeled himself to put his claws to good use if he had to. But what greeted him was...surprising. Someone sick? Someone big? He walked closer, not sure how to address them, especially if it was their house.

"Sorry, we...er...I was stuck in the blizzard."

His question goes unanswered of course, as Midna is tucked away safely out of sight. But the yeti woman looks him over curiously. His shape isn't too concerning, he looks like he might fit in with the snowy atmosphere with all that fur and those antlers.

"You cute little creature. Husband tell me someone come. You want to look at mirror, uh?" Her head tilts to the side, along with her sweatered body, curiously. "My husband found it, but it pretty thing, uh."

Which is just about the time Midna creeps back out from... where ever. She's draped over Dylas' shoulder as though nothing was amiss. "Did you say mirror?"

Oh. There she is again. He missed her a lot. Actually, even though he rolls his eyes, he did. He does not want to be stranded in this world without Midna, so he'll now attempt to reach back and grab her or at least reverse those positions so she's in front of him. Like he's carrying a child if he has to. If he's successful.

"Is there something important about a mirror?" He asks Midna first, and then he looks back at the woman, trying to fill in some dots and figure this all out. He's been to Ryslig, he knows how the portals work. "This little girl here really likes mirrors. Think we could see it? We just want to look."

Probably. Midna, don't break anything.

There's a purposeful flick of his ear as he takes hold of her and forces her to the front lines, fighting his grip but trying not to make it look too obvious. "Eh, heh hee, what he means is... we would very much like to see something like that," it's as much an answer to Dylas' question as it is Yeta's.

The yeti peers curiously at Midna also, "It okay. You can see. But... since I get mirror, I get sick, and then bad monsters appear... So many bad things happen since mirror." Almost as though it was something that shouldn't be taken lightly... or tampered with.

"So we lock bedroom on third floor where it hangs, uh? Wait... I tell you where key is." She went digging into that armless sweater, and after some wriggling, out from the hood near her face popped a piece of paper.

Midna looked at it with a less-than-impressed expression. Was she... supposed to take something like that from the depths of who knew where?

Dylas doesn't see a problem with picking things off the floor, but being as tall and distorted as he is, it's not very easy to subtly pick something up. He squats, picks it up between two long fingers, and then stands back up to his full height. She did have her attention focused elsewhere and, his job intact, Dylas didn't make a sound when he did grab it.

"Bad monsters, huh. You...have my condolences, ma'am."

Dylas couldn't sound awkward or fidget more if he tried at hearing the word monster used by someone like her toward someone other than himself and Midna. It actually felt kind of good, that she considered the pair of them normal. He likes her.

"Midna, why don't you tell her there's nothing to worry about with you here."

He doesn't want to do it himself, being nice is hard for him.

"Me?" Midna scoffed. She wasn't about to make promises that she couldn't keep, but the thought of getting her hands on the mirror, well... let's just say the motivation to turn the place upside down for it increased ten fold. "Hmph. Well, at the very least, we'll take a look at that mirror for you." And take it for ourselves, while we're at it...

The yeti woman's feet kicked happily, though slowly, as though the effort took a lot out of her. "Fever makes head blurry but, it probably in the room marked by this symbol... But right now, can't even get up. Would you bring it to me, uh? Start with door right here." She nodded behind her.

Back on her perch atop Dylas' silky locks, Midna peered over at the map, taking it in with a "Hmm..." before finally deciding with a slightly pull of his antlers towards the door. "Well, no sense in dawdling, is there? Let's go."

Edited 2016-09-10 19:40 (UTC)

She has to do at least something here. Dylas unfolds the piece of paper while Midna addresses the yeti woman, noting the location before holding it out for her to see. Once she's done getting a quick glimpse of it, he stuffs it into his pocket.

It can't be that hard to find a single room in a mansion, right? He's not that genre-savvy yet.

"Yeah. You, uh. Sit here and try to feel better." Dylas nodded politely and meekly before making his way over to the door and heading through it. He frowned at Midna pulling on his antlers, but he figured the sooner he got used to it, the sooner they'd finish here and find the portal.

He wasn't surprised to find a kitchen. At least these rooms were still warm, though the yeti in this room was as tall as he was. It felt a little awkward to go back to being the same height as someone else in the room. ...No, maybe he was a bit taller.

"We're just passing through." He didn't really want to say and chat, though he had a feeling the yeti might be as social as his wife(?).

She gave it a half-hearted glance of her eye, committing the mark to memory. Midna had long since gotten used to things like this from her travels in the world of light, though it didn't mean she enjoyed it. Not one second of it. Nope.

As they made their way into the kitchen, she didn't disappear this time, realizing that if the yeti were living her peacefully, there was no way that Zant was anywhere near.

"Uh! Who you?" they were greeted with, which Midna met with a flat look, not keen on explaining herself. It didn't seem to matter anyway, because on he went. "Wife... look bad, huh? not healthy since mirror. So I make soup for her." Thanks, said the roll of her visible eye, but we didn't ask. "Fish from Zora village are most nutritious! You tired, uh? You have some. It give you energy."

If you didn't mind floating fish heads, Midna thought, turning up her nose. "Eugh."

"Really?"

Much to Midna's inevitable disappointment, Dylas' ears perked right up after hearing about fish. He moved closer. What was a Zora village, what were the fish like? If they were delicious, should he quit his Hero life and just remain in this world forever, pursuing a love of fishing with two mountain hermit monsters?

"Yeah, I'd love some, they smell delicious." It didn't. Matter if they were raw or not. Yeah, Midna was going to have to stop Dylas from getting stuck here, the allure of fish is always impossible to resist.

Oh my god, she should have known! This wasn't the time or place to start appreciating disgusting fish stew! "Oh, would you look at the time," Midna announced, with no clock in sight as she took hold of one of the wendigo's ears. "What a shame that we have to get going."

"Oh? Hmmm, okay, soup not finished yet anyway. You come back later," the yeti nodded off, starting to mumble to himself about 'what might be missing' as Midna glared downwards from atop Dylas' head.

"Well?" she challenged, as though she was expecting him to get on with it, and into the next room.

"How would you even know the time—ow!"

And just like that, with two solid hands on his very soft ears, Dylas' focus was ripped away from the yeti. Their forbidden romance would never be written, and fish from Zora River would never be tasted. Truly, that was the greatest tragedy since he arrived in Crysalis, somewhere above killing four people.

"Yeah. We'll come back later," he said through gritted, almost-snarling teeth. They would be back, because he wanted to eat the fish, and he needed Midna to know just how badly he wanted this.

But with his point made(???), he stalked off to the next room. He wasn't sure what he expected, but blocks and icy floors? That's definitely not it, and he can't help but make a face at the entire set-up. He's seen puzzle rooms, this looks like a pain in the ass.

"Hold it, hold it. What kind of place is this? This doesn't seem like a mansion at all."

Massive— eye— roll— if Dyals wants to poison himself with fish heads and tails and whatever they were cooking in, that was his business and he could do it on his own time! For now, ever since hearing about that mirror, Midna was focused on her goal.

"Of course it's some place like this," you could almost hear the groan in her voice, but with a propped up elbow to rest her chin on a small hand, she managed to look quite bored.

"Get pushing, will you? We don't have all day."

It could be worse, Ooccoo could be here. Alas, Dylas doesn't know who Ooccoo is, so it's still the worst.

"Why can't you use that giant hand of yours for this?" The funny thing is that even when he complains, he starts pushing. Being freakishly tall and long-limbed, he just has to climb on top of one of the blocks to figure the puzzle out before he's leading them up to the door above.

"You said 'of course' earlier," he scoffed as he stepped through the door...into a narrow room. As far as he could tell, it was a dead end. "What the hell was all that for?"

HYRULE.

SNOWPEAK.

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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3CUs_Tqo-qk

perf

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That's honestly the most IC tag I've ever written

he's gotta get something out of this dungeon crawl...

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ARBITER'S GROUNDS. ( MIRROR CHAMBER )

now that I've got a feel for how the other thread is going, more of me

FINALLY GETTING ON THIS... ill keep it brief... u_u

if he uses 'charm' on link does this become a sex game