The Legend of Zelda: the chaos mechanisim, part one: relic mirror

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Raizel is a man of few expensive tastes, if he even had any. He never owned a home, as he lived on the road or in the occasional inn. He never bothered to buy fine jewelry as the chain around his neck was fancy enough for him. He never chose to waste his money on his weapons as his claymore and assortment of knives got the job done. So what does Raizel do with his money? Nothing really. To break his life of rupee pinching, he scouted Castle Town for any place of interest where he could actually spend some cash and possibly relax for a moment. He had been traveling non-stop for several weeks doing mostly bounty work. For once Raizel was tired of tracking, hunting, catching, killing. You would think a castle of this size would actually have a halfway decent bar to waste time in,he thought to himself as he plowed his way through the crowds of Castle Town. Raizel randomly chose one and strolled into the bar, slamming the door on his way in and out.

"You had to slam the door, huh?" asked a clearly wasted villager. The man's eyes were bloodshot, his words were slurred to the point that he was spoke in tongues and his posture broken as tumbled over to the disturber of the peace. Raizel stared down the man as he stumbled over. "I have a *hic* a few things *hic* to say *hic*." The drunk eventually collapsed and Raizel experienced his first real sweat-drop. Removing the hood, from his cloak as he approached the bar, Raizel ordered a single drink. He gulped it within a few short minutes without really tasting what he had. If might of been milk or a weak alcohol, but it was a fine drink considering the small amount he had paid. Surveying his surroundings, there was no breakout moments or anything worth remembering past the encounter upon Raizel's entrance. Choosing to be rebellious, he pulled out his guitar from his bag

"Do you mind if I play some music? The place is somewhat dead and absent of...atmosphere." The barkeep shrugged and granted him permission, not expecting anyone to care what he was going to do. Raizel proceeded to tune his guitar briefly which caught the attention of those around him. Eventually a silence had befallen the room, something Raizel was not expecting. A few quick warm up strums, the pace quickened and his fingers blitzed across the guitar. The beat was fast and seemed almost foreign in its sound. However, the crowd began following the beat almost mystified by his ability to play. Raizel was deep in the music, but pleased by his fan-following. The song came to close after a few brief moments and an applause was granted for bravery and skill. Raizel did not bathe the glory but told the barkeep that the next round of drinks were on him and threw him a huge rupee. Raizel made his way through the crowd and sat an empty yet clean table, playing softly to himself.

OOC: For the song he played, here is an idea of how it sounded: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1rfGbB0zqz8

I hope this gets everything started.
 
Dara left the Milk Bar with a bosom full of rupees. (Since her skirt did not have pockets, it was the only place for her to put them) She continued walking, eying a crowd that had gathered near a local bar. Shaking her head, she continued walking to her destination. Something was always going on in Castle Town. Whether it was a fight, and drunken fight, or someone selling the "next best thing", this town was nothing short of excitement. Dara learned to not care about what was going on. Half of the time, it was something stupid. Plus, Dara had a mission. She was going to buy her garter belt, if it was the last thing she was ever going to do.

"Here is the store.." Dara whispered, surveying the sign to make sure it was correct.

Castle Town Laces it read.

Although it was an unoriginal name, the store had grown quite a reputation for Lolita like outfits and the occasional wedding gown. Of course, no one could typically afford a wedding gown, so they kept those in stock for traveling royalty. Dara casually strolled inside, and began to rummage through the bins for her desired object. She knew exactly where it was, but finding it was going to be difficult. Her size was often hard to come by, since she was of such a skinny build around her waist.

"May I help you?" Asked the store's owner. She was an elderly woman, with a kind countenance. Dara found it a little odd an old woman owned such a youthful store, but she pushed that idea out of her head.

"Yes ma'am. I'm actually looking for this, in a size small." Dara held up a lacy white garter belt. The old woman eyed her suspiciously. She was at such a young age for buying such a mature accessory.

"Yes, we have only one in stock. I'll go get it for you, dear." Smiling, the old lady went into the back of the store.

Dara could hear her rummaging through various boxes and things, hopefully searching for what Dara wanted. Crossing her fingers, Dara prayed to the goddesses that this store had it in stock. This was the only store of its kind Dara knew about in Castle Town. If not, Dara would be unhappy and have to wait almost another season for the store to be in stock again.

"Here it is, my dear. I hope it suits you."

The elderly woman reached out her hand and produced a lacy garter belt exactly to Dara's tastes. Connected to the garters, was a pair of knee high, white stockings. Little pink bows were tied at the top, for extra appeal. Dara had to contain herself as she saw the item she was almost lusting over for months. Taking it out of her hand, she imagined her wearing it around the streets. It was perfect. Maybe then Dara could find a suitable husband. Compared to many of the girls, she was the only girl she knew without a husband.

"I'll take it, ma'am!" Dara exclaimed.

Reaching into her bosom, she produced 60 rupees. That was nearly half of her pay for the day, but Dara didn't mind. This store had always been pretty cheap on items such as lingerie and what not. Bowing thankfully, Dara left the store, wearing her new garter belt and stockings. Shyly, she paraded around the town, trying to find her home. Dara received a few whistles from middle aged men, and some boys, making her blush. Dara had failed to remember that her body wasn't what it was 6 years ago. She was a woman now.

"Guess I'll go in the square and see whats up."

Walking briskly, she reached the Square. There was still a crowd outside of a bar, and Dara was now curious to see what was going on. As polite as she could, she weaseled her way through the thick crowd. Dara managed to reach the front, and she noticed a young man, around her age but maybe a few years older, strumming a guitar. She listened with respect to such soothing music. Her thoughts were taken to her childhood, when she would listen to the older boys play their instruments. Smiling, she continued to daydream about that time.

"I need to pay this man for his work." Dara thought.

Gathering up about 20 rupees, she placed them on the table beside the young man. She got a good look at his features. His skin was a slight bit darker than her's, suggesting he wasn't around her. He wore thick attire, perfect for adventures, and it suited his complexion. There was something about this man though, that piqued her interest. So, she decided to stay and listen to him play.

OOC: I hope that was all right. Its a boring intro post, I know. XD
 
OOC: Vanilla, your post was fine. Better than mine. After that, I don't know to keep up. My RP skills have greatly declined.

Learning an instrument takes years of effort, any musician will tell you that. Even those brought into the world with the musical skills of Gods need some practice. Raizel learned music the old-fashioned way, through years of practice and training. Upon being "captured" by the bandit tribes of Gerudo, Raizel became a hot commodity with various individuals wanting to train the boy to become their true successor. However, he had many masters who educated him in their ways of life. One of his teachers were the elders who taught him his cultural knowledge. From this he learned the art of music, his favorite pastime. His lessons stemmed the songs of the old Hyrule that have been apparently bequeathed to the elders from their fathers and their fathers before them. He learned many of the ancient songs due the experience of the ancient Gerudo Tribes. These old songs were mastered after many years of diligent practice and through these teachings, Raizel learned the deeper aspects of Old Hyrule, such as history, literature, myth, and religion.

Playing music was no difficult challenge for Raizel and performing for a crowd was, while out of the ordinary, not a painful ordeal. The bar became a nuthouse especially after the music raised everyone's dull spirits and the free drinks promoted great intoxication. Sitting at his table, Raizel strummed his guitar continuing to play the tune he performed earlier but at a lower volume hoping the attention would escape him and people would go about their business. His hopes, however, were placed in the wrong hands which was a common fate. Raizel was used to the worse case scenario, so hope became a lucid and false term to him. He had lost count of how many times he hoped for the best and the worst possible outcome became true instead.

Raizel dared to look up as the sound of footsteps crawled into his ear despite the drunken festival that was taking place. It was a woman, one of small stature, however her looks certainly seemed to make up for it. Unwounded and fair skinned, she had a purity about her appearance, something Raizel had lost when he was a small child and earned the scar that cut across his face. Her looks made her appear far younger than Raizel himself, but he had assumed though that her age was only a few years younger than he. An inside voice had informed him of that. Many men, drunk and in a daze, began whistling trying to draw her attention. They failed terribly as Raizel controlled her attention, possibly through his musical show. The woman had placed a small amount of rupees on the clean wood table. A form of pay perhaps? Raizel had a one track mind that already answered the question. Money=Work. Raizel nearly received gifts, only rewards. Hence, a mentality that one must complete a task or series of tasks to eventually earn a material possession of some kind had developed and solidified itself in the depths of Raizel's mind.

Raizel placed the table and glanced up to the woman with his cold eyes, moving his long hair out of his face so he could get a good look at her and she would be capable of getting a good look at him. A small cough was released and he slowly began to talk. "Is that a down payment for some job? Lose something that needs to be found? Or did an Ex-boyfriend insult your honor and you want revenge?" Raizel asked as kindly as he could, being careful not to sound to evil or frightening despite his chaotic self serving nature. He did not want to scare the woman, as he frequently did....well at least early on in his career as a mercenary. His charms have significantly improved as the experience of dealing with people as taught him many tricks and techniques on how to exactly deal with different types of people. The woman struck him as naive and young, possibly inexperienced. Her face screamed that from his eyes and realizing that he had assumed she was dealing with typical adolescent problems, hence his questions about his next quest. However, he would not know the reaction until she cleared her thoughts and answered the question.
 
OOC: Thanks for starting it off, guys, I wasn't in the mood at teh time. :) Also, sorry for my absence, my computer's been reacting weirdly to this site. It's fine now, though.

IC: Kai shelved the last of the books that had just come in. He put on his coat, turned around to leave, when he was stopped by the head librarian. "Kai, hold on a second. I need you to run an errand for me tomorrow, okay?" Kai nodded. "Sure, Mrs. Witherman, what's up?" The head librarian smiled tiredly at Kai. "How many times will I have to tell you to call me Sasha?" Kai grinned. "Sorry." Sasha shrugged.

"It doesn't matter. Anyways, I need you to go to castle town, and pick up a new copy of the 3rd and 4th volumes of the Hylian history set. The ones we had got wrecked." Kai nodded, slinging his bag over his shoulder. "Okay." He said, brushing a stray lock of hair out of his eyes. "I'll head out tommorow morning." Sasha smiled. "Thanks."

As Kai walked out of the library into the early evening, he looked up into the pale orange sky. He watched a few stray birds flying by. He walked down the road, eventually coming to the small house where he and his sister Sara lived. Sara woudln't be home for a while, so Kai left his bag on the bed in his bedroom, and walked back out, down to eldin spring.

There he stayed for a while, watching the water trickle along, lost in thought. And then it happened, in a single tiny portion of an instant.

light shone to him from the spring, and spoke through his mind with a divine voice. Be prepared, for soon it shall begin...you must meet those in castle town who bear the inner mark...go to lake hylia...and so it shall begin.

And then it was over. Kai shook his head, wondering what had come over him, and then walked back towards his house, down the road.

OOC: Everyone else will have a simmilar vision sometime soon, whenever they see fit. :)
 
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