[Even with the beginnings of the descending fog veiling the mountaintop, she was quick to pick up the slight uneven movements of another living thing nearby.]
[And what would normally display in others as an outcry of shock, shouts of anger or tears of joy registers with her as a soft furrowing of the eyebrows. Her mouth is of course, covered, but her lips purse ever so slightly as well.]
[Alive. The Sheikah- and it was unmistakably the man she had first met in the Temple of Time, as his facial scarring was rather unforgettable- was alive. The notion left her feeling curiously blank.]
[The distance between them isn't so far that she has to move to address him. Her short hair dusts against her cheek as she turns her head to face Sheik.]
This is a poor choice of refuge.
[ooc: She thinks that he succumbed to his illness, actually. Mostly because I, too, have completely forgotten the outcome(s) of the last few threads that they had together ages ago. Fail, fail, fail. Hooray for new beginnings? *o*;; Although on a serious note, I think that this (which could possibly be a deviation from what we played out/decided before) will probably still work.]
[Sheik doesn't face the one addressing him, unsure of who was there. His fingers on one hand twitch ever so slightly; he wants to put the mask back on.]
Is it? The mountain is quiet today. Not a single monster has crossed my path.
[But the memories still weigh him down, no matter where he goes.]
[She notes his withdrawal, but her cold demeanor remains steadfast. Your discomfort means nothingggg...!]
[In a faintly sardonic tone:] To escape from the grave is a difficult task, even for a Sheikah.
[For some reason, this person's existence feels like an insult. Very few have the gall to use their magic assume the form of a dead person, let alone that of a fallen warrior.]
There are some deaths even a Sheikah cannot escape. [Making a small hand gesture as he speaks and stands, now facing the disguised princess, it can be seen that the pearl-colored cuff around his wrist was now gone. He was the same warrior that swore loyalty to Zelda, but was there any way he could prove it with that brand absent?]
The Divine Three were merciful, to return me to this Hyrule. [He would have preferred eternal rest, or to be reunited with the Zelda he had guarded seven years ago, but Sheik understands that beggars can't be choosers.]
(ooc: No worries. You can have my head for falling asleep at the keyboard. orz)
[And what would normally display in others as an outcry of shock, shouts of anger or tears of joy registers with her as a soft furrowing of the eyebrows. Her mouth is of course, covered, but her lips purse ever so slightly as well.]
[Alive. The Sheikah- and it was unmistakably the man she had first met in the Temple of Time, as his facial scarring was rather unforgettable- was alive. The notion left her feeling curiously blank.]
[The distance between them isn't so far that she has to move to address him. Her short hair dusts against her cheek as she turns her head to face Sheik.]
This is a poor choice of refuge.
[ooc: She thinks that he succumbed to his illness, actually. Mostly because I, too, have completely forgotten the outcome(s) of the last few threads that they had together ages ago. Fail, fail, fail. Hooray for new beginnings? *o*;; Although on a serious note, I think that this (which could possibly be a deviation from what we played out/decided before) will probably still work.]
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Is it? The mountain is quiet today. Not a single monster has crossed my path.
[But the memories still weigh him down, no matter where he goes.]
(ooc: Oh snap. XD Well, this works for me.)
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Rumors in town told that months ago a scarred shadow dweller died of an incurable illness. He bled from the eyes, he bled to death.
[Straight to the point, as always.]
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They were no mere rumors.
[He's pulling the mask back up, though his movement isn't rushed or urgent. Another wall to shield himself.]
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[In a faintly sardonic tone:] To escape from the grave is a difficult task, even for a Sheikah.
[For some reason, this person's existence feels like an insult. Very few have the gall to use their magic assume the form of a dead person, let alone that of a fallen warrior.]
[ooc: LOLEDITS sorry. ;___;]
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There are some deaths even a Sheikah cannot escape. [Making a small hand gesture as he speaks and stands, now facing the disguised princess, it can be seen that the pearl-colored cuff around his wrist was now gone. He was the same warrior that swore loyalty to Zelda, but was there any way he could prove it with that brand absent?]
The Divine Three were merciful, to return me to this Hyrule. [He would have preferred eternal rest, or to be reunited with the Zelda he had guarded seven years ago, but Sheik understands that beggars can't be choosers.]
(ooc: No worries. You can have my head for falling asleep at the keyboard. orz)
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What will you do with this new chance?
[ooc: No worries. ;0 I was at school all day... and, orz. I don't even know.]
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Continue to serve those of royal blood, if they still desire my aid.
[If Zelda did not think him a failure already. For a moment, his gaze flits somewhere else.]
Without the foolish pride that led to my demise.
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I see. [There's no sympathy here.]
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Is there anything you wish of me? [He refrains from using any formal titles while Zelda is in this form, but the respect is there all the same.]
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As I have said before, I have no need of you, or your help.
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