Myst He/Him Posted February 28 Posted February 28 Kieran nodded towards Amora, “It’s better than whatever I was doing” He gripped his sword, bringing it up, “which direction do you want to take?” He shouted 1
coco.pudding she/they Posted February 28 Posted February 28 “I’ll go left, you go right. We hit at the same time. And you!” She points over to a group of soldiers nearby. “You take the back. If we all work together we might stand a chance.” With that she rushes to follow her own directive, bearing down on Odolwa from its left flank, just behind it to hopefully stay in its blind spot. 1
Doc12 Posted February 28 Posted February 28 "I have distractions!" Thistle called. Running close, they passed Amora and Kieran two or three white, spiky fruits each. "Dazzlefruit," Thistle puffed, "from the mountains. So close to the sun, they soak in and store all that light. That light bursts forth on impact." "Oh, and take these" Kieran and Amora each received another ironshroom. "Toughens the skin. Good luck." Looking around, they spotted another Goron with a bow. To them, Thistle passed two bomb flowers. "You'll have to compensate for weight, but these fruit will literally explode. Be very careful with these." Having passed out their gifts, Thistle returned to the back of the fray, watching carefully to see how else they could contribute. 1
coco.pudding she/they Posted February 28 Posted February 28 Amora accepts the fruits and tucks the extras into her pocket, downing the ironshroom as she gives Thistle a nod of thanks, too winded from her mad dash across the room to say much of anything. As she rushes toward the beast, she tosses the first dazzlefruit, aiming for its head in an attempt to hopefully blind it as they close in around it. 1
Divergent He/Him Posted February 28 Posted February 28 [Start of Night 3-A] They made their way through the temple. There were puzzles and monsters along the way, delaying their mission, but they powered on. However, didn't come without sacrifices. One of his companions, who had took on the duty to support the crew by ensuring that they weren't burdened by tools nor that they weren't dehydrated, had fallen protecting one of the Goron that had come with them. Seeing this made Gor Elam remember the fragility of life. That it could end all of a sudden without any notice. He became more cautious himself. He would care for these fellow Terminians, but he would value his safety too. He still had a family and a village to return to, and so, he would not fall here. He readied his bow as they entered the dark chamber where they finally found the Deku Queen. And so, he was prepared when things didn't go as planned and Odolwa the giant had risen from a long slumber. They would fight and they would live. 1
Divergent He/Him Posted February 28 Posted February 28 The chaos of battle happened around Gor Elam. Bodies were being thrown as the monster slashed at them with his sword. Moths and insect minions bothered the warriors and as they distracted themselves with fending off these pests, Odolwa's sword would reach them. He saw the warriors scurry around, trying to find an advantageous spot to deal damage to him. Gor Elam did the same, but he stayed back, careful to be outside the range of Odolwa's sword. He pointed his weapon and took some shots at Odolwa, hitting him at different areas of his body. He was far from being adept with the bow, but with how massive the monster was, it would be an embarrassment to miss the mark. However, from observing the monster, it was clear that the arrows were mere nuisances to him and hardly had an impact to the fight. He had to think of another strategy. 1
Doc12 Posted February 28 Posted February 28 Dive's writing a multipart novel here 1 hour ago, Doc12 said: Looking around, they spotted another Goron with a bow. To them, Thistle passed two bomb flowers. "You'll have to compensate for weight, but these fruit will literally explode. Be very careful with these." Just wanted to make sure you knew this was you btw! have fun!
Haelbarde he/him Posted February 28 Posted February 28 2 hours ago, Doc12 said: Also, I see what I got wrong re: Hael. I realize now your position, I thought you were saying that the elims could choose not to kill and still win. So I was wrong about your level of participation. Apologies I suppose that invalidates my soft clear of you. To be fair, I didn't exactly spell out the logic, which perhaps the idea that the elims might opt to not persue an elim win on loop 1 was something I was making use of.
Divergent He/Him Posted February 28 Posted February 28 3 minutes ago, Doc12 said: Dive's writing a multipart novel here Just wanted to make sure you knew this was you btw! have fun! I saw it, but misread the part where you handed the bomb flowers and thought it was handed to Kieran and Amora haha ty!
Divergent He/Him Posted February 28 Posted February 28 1 hour ago, Doc12 said: "I have distractions!" Thistle called. Running close, they passed Amora and Kieran two or three white, spiky fruits each. "Dazzlefruit," Thistle puffed, "from the mountains. So close to the sun, they soak in and store all that light. That light bursts forth on impact." "Oh, and take these" Kieran and Amora each received another ironshroom. "Toughens the skin. Good luck." Looking around, they spotted another Goron with a bow. To them, Thistle passed two bomb flowers. "You'll have to compensate for weight, but these fruit will literally explode. Be very careful with these." Having passed out their gifts, Thistle returned to the back of the fray, watching carefully to see how else they could contribute. "Thank you," he told Thistle as he stashed away his bow for the moment and accepted the bomb flowers. "These will be very helpful." Something Gor Elam realized as the battle was going on, was that Odolwa was easier to hurt at certain moments. That was when he was dancing and when he was trying to summon those moths and insect minions. He knew timing was very important; otherwise, these gifts from Thistle would go to waste. So, he waited. But he was nervous too. What if he missed and Odolwa figured out their ploy? He steeled himself. There was far too much at stake to be worried and overthink. He readied himself, prepared to launch these bombs at the exact moment when Odolwa's guard was down. Then it came. He threw the bomb with as much force as he could muster. *boom* Odolwa was staggered, the explosion definitely dealing some damage to the monster. He looked around, a little confused where the bomb came from. Before Odolwa could recover, Gor Elam had prepared the other bomb flower and tossed it again at the monster, hitting dead center. *boom* It was time for this crew to end this.
Doc12 Posted February 28 Posted February 28 The explosions rattled the entire temple, throwing Thistle off their feet. Dust and debris cascaded from the ceiling, and through it all Thistle could hear the giant screaming. Crying, they stuffed their ears and flattened themselves against a wall. This was too loud, this was too much, they just wanted to be back home, in their shop, where they could be having a a steaming cup of tea and reading a fluffy novel while sunlight streamed through the windows, while gorgeous sundelions bloomed on the windowsill and children laughed outside their window. Where was Zymni? She'd sit with them and tell them stories about the Twili, while Thistle told her everything they knew about Termina. They wanted to go home so badly, how did it come to this? In just two days they'd seen so much blood and fire and death, so many moments where they had to react quickly or get hurt. Zymni was gone, their shop was gone, their hands had bound up cuts instead of bouquets, they'd passed out bomb flowers instead of silent princesses. Goddess, could they go home after this? Would home even be the same? If only they could go back in time to that perfect, shining moment...
Myst He/Him Posted February 28 Posted February 28 Just a heads up, after the loop ends, I won’t be able to be online for a bit, so there will be a delay of what I’ve learned over this loop by a few hours.
Burnt Spaghetti she/her Posted February 28 Posted February 28 (edited) 4 hours ago, coco.pudding said: Amora gratefully accepts some water and quickly bandages up a long gash in her arm. “Thank you. Keep doing this, yeah? Supplies and such are lovely. But stay out of that thing’s way. I don’t want you in any more danger than you already are.” Somewhat rejuvenated (and no longer bleeding out), she heads back in to the fight, ducking an attack and slashing at the creature’s legs once again. "Thank you, I'll do my best. Stay strong!" Cindra was glad that she was able to help even a little. She was definitely going to have to take up training to fight after this was all over though. She felt incredibly grateful to those who had the skills and who were throwing themselves into the fray, fully committing themselves to the fight. She saw Thistle running around giving out all sort of interesting plants. Maybe I could help with those as well? She began to make her way to where Thistle was but then saw her against the wall. Was she hurt? Cindra hurried over quickly "Thistle! Can i get you any potions, water or bandages? I'm.. sure you have your own herbs, but... can I help? Even if its helping you pass things out, you're doing an amazing work, how can I help you?" @Doc12 Edited February 28 by Burnt Spaghetti Doc posted and my rp wasnt correct anymore lol
coco.pudding she/they Posted February 28 Posted February 28 Amora charges in right as the bomb hits, her other dazzlefruit already flying toward Odolwa’s head. As the monster staggers, she leaps upward, aiming her sword to slash across its chest right where the bomb had weakened it. Debris falls on her as she moves, sharp little rocks and dust that would have broken skin if not for the ironshroom, but she brushes it aside, not allowing anything to stop her from reaching her target. 1
Doc12 Posted February 28 Posted February 28 (edited) 12 minutes ago, Burnt Spaghetti said: "Thistle! Can i get you any potions, water or bandages? I'm.. sure you have your own herbs, but... can I help? Even if its helping you pass things out, you're doing an amazing work, how can I help you? Cindra found Thistle sobbing quietly. "I'm not meant for this," they cried. "I'm meant for quiet days when the biggest thing that could go wrong is that Zymni used too much fertilizer on the violets." "I want to go home, I want to make those flower crowns we talked about, I want Clock Town and I want the carnival to go right without any explosions." They laughed, softly. "You must think me terribly silly and weak... but... I suppose it's the grace of the goddess that I've been as helpful as I can be with my little stings... but I'm not cut out for this... I..." "flowers... I remember...fields of flowers, soft beneath my heels." They shook themselves. "I'm... I'm sorry. I'm unharmed, I just..." "Do you think there's a home to go back to, after this?" ---- Got a little dark there XD but I think after those 3 days a florist would have a breakdown in the middle of a boss fight. also @Wonko the Sane now would be a great time for Zymni to show up Edited February 28 by Doc12 2
Amanuensis he/him Posted February 28 Author Posted February 28 15 minutes remain in the Night / Loop. Got home late again so very little prep work is done, might take a bit
Burnt Spaghetti she/her Posted February 28 Posted February 28 2 minutes ago, Doc12 said: Cindra found Thistle sobbing quietly. "I'm not meant for this," they cried. "I'm meant for quiet days when the biggest thing that could go wrong is that Zymni used too much fertilizer on the violets." "I want to go home, I want to make those flower crowns we talked about, I want Clock Town and I want the carnival to go right without any explosions." They laughed, softly. "You must think me terribly silly and weak... but... I suppose it's the grace of the goddess that I've been as helpful as I can be with my little stings... but I'm not cut out for this... I..." "flowers... I remember...fields of flowers, soft beneath my heels." They shook themselves. "I'm... I'm sorry. I'm unharmed, I just..." "Do you think there's a home to go back to, after this?" ---- Got a little dark there XD but I think after those 3 days a florist would have a breakdown in the middle of a boss fight. also @Wonko the Sane now would be a great time for Zymni to show up My characters a flautist so I feel you there --- Thistles words resonated strongly with Cindra. Shed been trying to ignore the same feelings herself. She pulled Thistle into a hug. Partially to comfort her, partially to try hold herself together. "Girl im a flute player. I was meant to be performing without a care. Only nervous about a note going wrong, not about whether ill be alive tomorrow!" Home... where even is that now... the town would take months to repair...another thing she had no skills in... "I.." she swallowed "I dont know...there has to be right? Surely the stones will be standing, there would be some walls for shelter... it cant have all been fully destroyed... it may not look the same but... we can always rebuild right? We can even replant your garden together... " she trailed off. Honestly she didn't know what to say. It would never be the same. "We can make it a home again. We have to believe. We will make flowercrowns - im going to hold you to that okay? Even if its out of the wild dandelions in the fields we camped in. We will get through this" we have to.
Amanuensis he/him Posted February 28 Author Posted February 28 Night 3-A, and thus Loop A, has now concluded. If it's late don't stay up / get your rest. I've got a lot of work to do... 2
Amanuensis he/him Posted February 28 Author Posted February 28 (edited) LG110, Day 1-B: Dawn of an Old Day Day 1-B will end on Sunday, March 1st @ 10:00 PM EST. Skull Kid He had been in the rafters for a while now. The Skull Kid was good at rafters. He was good at shadows generally — at the particular trick of being in a place without being of it, present and unaccounted for, which was a skill he'd developed young and refined over a long and complicated life. The ceiling of Odolwa's chamber was high and dark and full of good places to sit and think and watch, and so he sat and watched and thought about timing. Below him, the battle was not going well for the mortals. It had not gone well for a while. It had started badly — the soldiers falling first, in ones and twos, the Deku Scouts and the Clock Wards and the monkeys who had been so brave and so outmatched that watching them had produced in him a feeling he didn't have a name for, something adjacent to respect and not comfortable enough to sit with. Odolwa didn't distinguish between opponents. He never had. He moved through them with the terrible patience of something that has been sleeping for thirty-three years and woken angry, his sword describing long arcs that cleared space as thoroughly as weather. The Skull Kid watched a Clock Ward go down and looked away. He was not here for this part. The mortals were doing better than they had any right to. That was the interesting thing. There was a Goron with a bow who had found angles Odolwa kept failing to account for, each shot placed with a deliberateness that said the shooter had been watching the giant's movement patterns for a long time and was now using them. There was an herbalist — small, moving constantly, hands always producing something from somewhere, the kind of person who fought by making other people better at fighting, which the Skull Kid thought was probably the most dangerous kind. There was a Zora in the water, using the flooded sections of the chamber floor to approach and retreat faster than anything with legs could track. There was the woman with the sword who had killed twelve Dreamers and simply kept going, bleeding from three places and not acting like it. And there was the girl with the mask. He'd known about the mask. He'd come here partly because of the mask, though he didn't need it. The Deku mask was worn by a child in a green cap who moved through the battle's edges firing bubbles and Deku nuts with the systematic efficiency of someone who was not particularly trying to be heroic and was simply doing the most useful thing available at every given moment. She'd been in Woodfall before. He'd felt her arrive, the way he felt things that mattered, the particular pressure of significance landing in a place. She reminded him of someone. He pushed the thought aside and watched the ceiling instead. The arrows they'd fired earlier had done good structural work — he'd had to move twice, which he resented, and the cracks running through the stone above were deepening with each impact and each of Odolwa's ground strikes. The giant's own weight was helping. The Skull Kid appreciated the irony. Below, the numbers had thinned to a count he could manage on his fingers. The ones still standing were the ones who had been hardest to kill all along — the fighters who'd survived by being clever, the ones who'd found the edges of the room and stayed there, the ones who'd been keeping each other alive through the long attrition of the night. He counted them. He waited. The Professor was talking. He couldn't hear the words from up here, but he could read the shape of the conversation — the way people leaned in when something important was being said, the way movement stopped and eyes sharpened. The woman with the sword was listening. The two Gorons. The herbalist. The girl with the mask, who had turned away from Odolwa completely to look at the Professor with the focused attention of someone receiving instructions. Then the Professor and the sword-woman stepped apart from the others. The Skull Kid went very still. He had seen many things in his long, strange life. He had seen the giants sleep and woken them with cruelty. He had seen a boy with an ocarina stand between the world and the moon and refuse to move. He recognized the shape of what was happening below the same way he recognized the shape of the three-day loop — not because it was comfortable but because he had been part of it once, and shapes like that left marks. The woman handed something to the Professor. The Professor tucked it away without looking at it. They were speaking quietly and the Skull Kid did not need to hear them to understand. When they kissed, he looked at the ceiling again. When he looked back, the sword-woman was running. She ran directly at Odolwa, which was the only way to run at Odolwa if you intended to hold his attention. She hit him from the left and rolled right, and hit him from the right and rolled left, keeping just inside the arc of the sword where the angles were wrong for a killing blow and right for a cutting one, giving everything she had to the task of being the most infuriating thing in the room. Odolwa turned to track her. His back came around. His eyes — such as they were, behind the mask — fixed. The arrows went up. They were good shots, all of them. The Goron's especially — placed in the exact cracks the earlier volley had opened, driving deeper, the small explosives at the tips doing the work they'd been designed for. The ceiling groaned. Stone dust fell in thick curtains. Odolwa turned at the sound and the sword-woman was still there, still making herself impossible to ignore, still bleeding and still moving. The Skull Kid began to descend. He kept to the shadows. He kept to the edges. He was watching the ceiling and watching the mask — Odolwa's mask — and he was calculating the distance and the timing and the specific moment between the giant falling and the mask becoming available. The ceiling came apart in sections. The Professor was shouting — the word was move, or something close to it, the universal instruction of someone who has triggered something irreversible and needs everyone to survive the next thirty seconds. They moved. Through the broken door, back into the temple's body, into whatever stable spaces remained between the cracking walls and the grinding foundation. The Skull Kid went up and through a gap in the collapsing roof and out into the night air, the rubble thundering down below him, the sound of it enormous and then subsiding into the particular silence that follows something very loud. He hung in the air above the ruin and waited. When the dust settled enough, they came up. One by one, through cracks in the debris, coughing, pulling each other out. The Skull Kid counted them against the list he'd kept and found they had all survived the collapse, which was better than the alternative, and the feeling that produced in him was still not comfortable enough to name. He held up Odolwa's mask. The moon was close. He could feel it the way he always felt it — not from outside but from inside, the pull of it in his chest, the old connection that had never fully severed even after everything that had happened, even after the boy with the ocarina and the years that followed. The moon was close and the mask was in his hands and the world was running out of time, and he felt the largest feeling he'd felt in years and opened his mouth and let it out. He laughed. "Too weak," he said, to the mortals below who had survived a night of everything and were standing in the rubble with their weapons still in their hands, looking up at him. "Too few." He turned the mask over, feeling its weight, its warmth, its absolute and total certainty about what it was. "Too late." He laughed again. It felt the way laughing had always felt — like releasing pressure, like the only honest sound he knew how to make. Something hit him in the face. He blinked. He looked at the small pale husk of the Deku nut falling away from him and then at the girl below, who was watching him with the particular expression of someone who has just done the only thing available to them and is not sure if it worked. He laughed harder. "Oh," he said. "Oh, I like you." He was still laughing when the Professor said something to the girl, something short and pointed, and he caught the shape of it the same way he'd caught the shape of everything tonight — not the words but the weight. His laughter stopped. The girl raised the ocarina. He knew that melody. He had known it for thirty-three years, carried the knowledge of it the way you carry a wound — present, specific, not healed over. The first three notes went out over the rubble and over the swamp and over the fallen temple and up into the night, and the moon above him shuddered. He moved. He came down fast, the mask in one hand, everything else at his disposal. The power he'd spent thirty-three years quietly accumulating, carefully hoarding, reserved for the moment he'd always known was coming — he sent it at the girl in a wave that should have knocked her sideways and ended the song. The Professor stepped into it. She was not a fighter. She had a physicist's relationship to her own body, which was to say she treated it as a tool for getting to places where thinking could happen, and it had served that purpose adequately for forty-something years and was now being asked to do something considerably outside its specialty. She stepped into the wave and it went through her and she went down and she stayed down. The girl kept playing. The second mortal came forward. He didn't see which one — he was moving too fast, pushing too hard — but whoever it was gave the girl another four bars before they fell. Then another came, and another. They were forming a line between him and the song, the way they'd formed a line in the temple between the living and the dead, and he was taking them apart one by one and the song was still going and he was running out of patience and they were running out of people. The last one fell. The Skull Kid raised the mask. He looked at the girl. She was looking back at him over the top of the ocarina, and she was not stopping, and her eyes had the quality of someone who has decided something and finished deciding it, and the song was in its final measure, and the moon was so close now that its shadow fell over all of them. He knew what was coming. He had always known what was coming. He laughed one final time — the real laugh, the one underneath all the others, the one that sounded less like contempt and more like the thing that comes after a very long time of being alone, when someone finally does the thing you needed them to do and you can't say thank you any other way. The last note went out. Time stopped, then retreated. "Try again." Happy Mask Salesman The bell above the door made its soft brassy laugh each time the wind jostled it, and the old man said it was rude to ignore a laugh. So the Happy Mask Salesman—his hair white now, his smile slower but no less bright—lifted a feather duster like a conductor's baton and bowed to the bell before turning to the shelves. "Up, up," he told his Apprentice, and she hopped onto the stepstool, green cap askew, wooden sword clacking against her knee. She was looking at her hands. He noticed it the way he noticed most things — sideways, without appearing to notice at all. She was looking at her hands the way people look at things they expect to find different and are adjusting to finding the same. The stepstool, the shelves, the rows of masks in their proper places: she looked at all of it with an expression he had never seen on her face before and could not immediately name. "Grandfather," she said. He turned. Something in her voice put the feather duster down before he'd decided to put it down. "Tell me," he said. She did. And did. And did. It came out fast — the words pressing against each other, the way words do when they've been waiting under pressure for the moment they could finally be released. The Carnival. The play. The real Skull Kid rising above the stage with the real Mask on his head. The shop broken open, her grandfather unconscious on the floor, the drawer empty. The Dreamers with their fused faces and their branded wrists and their conviction that the world deserved to end. The panic in the streets. The South Gate. The swamp road in the dark with three hundred people and a moon that was falling down. A Deku mask that would not come off. A woman named Kashika who had known what the mask needed and a song that the mask had been waiting for. A temple full of old bones and older curses. A queen who had said I knew you'd come and then stopped saying anything. The Skull Kid floating above the rubble with Odolwa's mask in his hands and the moon so close it was burning. An ocarina. A song. Twelve bars that time had been waiting to hear for thirty-three years. When she finished, the shop was very quiet. Outside, the trumpet player was practicing. The notes tilted in the particular way that said: almost right, try again. The Happy Mask Salesman stood still for a long moment. He was, by long practice, a man who processed things at the speed they needed to be processed rather than the speed feelings preferred, and what he was processing now required a particular kind of stillness. He had known — not the details, not the shape, but the weight of the thing behind the details and the shape. The drawer he had opened and closed without taking the mask out. The empty hook. The sensation, on the morning of the Carnival, of something having shifted in the arrangement of the world without his having been consulted. A part of him had always known. He simply hadn't known the form it would take. "And the person who attacked me," he said, carefully. "Before the Dreamers arrived." "We never found out who." She was watching him with the particular attention of someone checking for damage. "You sent me away before we could." He thought about that. He thought about waking on the floor with a lantern still burning and a ledger on the wrong page and a pen still capped, and about the walk across the shop to the drawer, and about pressing his hand to the flat blue cloth. He had sat back on his heels and listened to fireworks and covered his face with both hands, and he had thought, in that moment, that the next hours would be the longest of his life. He had not imagined this particular resolution. "I'm glad," he said, "that you're safe." It was not adequate. He knew it wasn't adequate. He said it anyway, because it was the most true thing available, and he had always believed in starting with what was true. She crossed the shop and put her arms around him — not the careful hug of a child being polite but the grip of someone who had been somewhere very far away and was checking that this wasn't all a dream. He held on. After a moment he let go, straightened her cap, and went to the drawer. He already knew. Or had a strong enough feeling that made him think he knew. He opened the drawer and pressed his palm to the faded blue cloth and felt the floor beneath it, and closed the drawer again, and stood. "The mask did not come back with you," he said. "It didn't?" "No." He looked at the wall — at the hooks, the rows, the neat arrangement of thirty years of careful tending. Every mask in its proper place. The fox mask, the heron mask with the cobweb she'd cleared from its beak. The bear mask. The Deku mask on its hook, small and worn, the painted eyes closed as they had always been. He stood in front of it for a moment, and something in his chest did something complex and quiet. "The Goron mask," he said. "I don't know." "It's not here." He turned. "The Goron mask is in Snowhead. At Darmani's grave." He looked at the Deku mask again. She followed his gaze. Neither of them said anything for a moment. "Majora's Mask won't respond to time," he said. "Nothing I know of does, except what it chooses. That is — was — always the nature of it." He picked up the feather duster and set it down again. "Professor Kashika understands its nature better than I do." He stopped. He chose his next words carefully. "Don't cry, child. I am sure she's alive too." The girl's lips trembled, tears already pooling. "What I need," he said, "is for you to find your companions. The ones who remember — they'll be in Clock Town, disoriented, trying to make sense of all this. The young man who saved you. The Goron. The others." He moved to the counter. "And I need to reach the Clock Wards. Commander Vicsen. He ran the evacuation in the first time, you said — which means he's capable and he'll listen, and we need someone who won't laugh at what you've told me before the Carnival tonight." He paused. "I don't imagine I have long before someone comes through that back passage again." She was already shaking her head. "I'll be all right," he said, before she could speak. "I was all right last time, wasn't I? More or less." The smile came slowly, the way it always did. "They want something from me. That means I'm useful. And useful things don't get thrown away." She looked at him with an expression he had seen on her face in the original telling — the one that said she was running all the arguments and finding them technically valid and hating them. She was very good at that. She had always been very good at that. "You still have it," he said. He looked at the pale ocarina in her pocket — not the tin one she'd left the shop with the first time, but the moon tear one, the one Kashika had made and given her. "As long as you're alive to play it, the song exists. As long as the song exists, there's refuge." He tilted his head. "The Hero of Time understood that. He ran the loop again and again until he found the way through. You've already triggered it once." "I had help." "Yes." His eyes moved to the drawer, and back. "That is exactly the difference between a real hero and a legend. A legend does it alone. A real hero knows when to ask." He crossed to her and took her hands, the not-quite-hands of a girl who had worn a Deku mask for a night and would carry the memory of it the rest of her life, and he held them the way he held things he was careful about. "I want to tell you something, and I want you to hear it properly, so pay attention." She paid attention. She had always paid attention when he used that tone. "In everything you've told me," he said, "I did not hear a single moment where you ran away." He felt the small movement of her hands — the beginning of a protest — and continued. "You had every reason to. You were alone, in a strange body, in the middle of a city falling apart, with people you had never met and enemies you had no framework for. You are eleven years old and you do not have the training or the strength of the Hero of Time. You had a wooden sword and a tin ocarina and a habit of showing up where you were needed." He paused. "And it was enough. Not because fate decided it should be. Because you decided. Over and over and over again, in a temple full of things older and larger and angrier than you, with the moon falling and everyone around you dying, you decided." The trumpeter outside found the right note. It rang out over East Street clear and high and held. "That boy — wherever he came from, whatever he was — he was a hero because he refused to stop." He squeezed her hands once and let them go. "I do not think he had more courage than you. I think he had more practice." He straightened her cap. "Go find your companions. I will find Commander Vicsen. We will not be separated long." She looked at him for a moment longer. Then she fished the moon tear ocarina from her pocket and turned it over in her hands — the pale blue-white of it, the weight of what it was made from and what it could do — and put it back. "I know," he said. She went. The bell above the door laughed. The Happy Mask Salesman stood in the empty shop and looked at the drawer where Majora's Mask was not, at the hook where the Deku mask was no longer hanging, and picked up the feather duster from the counter. Outside, the trumpet player was still holding the note. When the bell rang not long after, he bowed to the door and turned to face his customer. The Day was still young. Others would be expecting him. Maybe even some with memories of a past life, looking for his granddaughter. For now, it would be good to keep himself busy with some work. No one else died. The Minions of Mischief won Odolwa's Mask. @Wahrheitswächter, @Ashbringer, and @The Unknown Medallion were resurrected! Players can now vote to remove one of their own from the Loop. The Postman's Hat is no longer donned, and thus PMs are forbidden. RP Quest: Warn Clock Town and Find Your Friends! Quote Welcome to Clock Town, crossroads of Termina—a growing city wrapped around the famous Clock Tower and split into four distinct wards. Travelers from the swamp, mountains, bay, and canyon have arrived to celebrate the three-day-long Hero’s Carnival, honoring the Hero of Time who saved their world 33 years ago. Whether you are a local or a tourist, you’re free to visit the locales below. That is, assuming you are able to get through the Clock Ward's Gate Patrol (are you carrying proper identification and a Tourist Permit?). This year especially, the entry line is quite long! South Ward (Gate leads to Woodfall, home of the Dekus) Clock Tower Plaza and Carnival Stage The city’s main square is filled with vendors, performers, and bystanders, as well as the second largest patrol of the Clock Wards, a guard force created by Mayor Bremor to stamp out crime and corruption from Clock Town. Happy Mask Shop (Under the Clock Tower) An unusual shop nestled beneath the Clock Tower with masks lining the walls from the rafters to the floor (except for one that is mysteriously empty). The elderly Salesman, and usually his Apprentice, can always be found here for a story or mask (with the right amount of rupees). NOTE: YOU DO NOT NEED TO VISIT THE SHOP IN THREAD TO PURCHASE A MASK Laundry Pool A washing pond, a footbridge, several trees, and benches make this a calm retreat from the chaos of the plaza. Musicians sometimes practice here while locals come to wash clothing. A single Clock Ward guards a door here at all times. West Ward (Gate leads to the Great Bay, home of the Zoras) Clock Ward Academy Formally the Swordsman’s School, this recruitment facility has been expanded to accommodate more dummies and training drills than ever before. Anyone is free to come learn about the Clock Wards and spar with Commander Vicsen, who is always eager to display his skill and encourage the need for heroes. Lottery Museum One of Bremor’s first acts as Mayor was to ban gambling in Clock Town after discovering the Lottery Shop was stealing the hard earned money of the citizens to fund the terrorists known as the Bombers Secret Society of Justice. As such, the faceless man was arrested and his crime den turned into a museum displaying all of the evidence of his evil deeds for the public to see. Firework Factory After the natural death of the owner, the Bomb Shop has been repurposed into a factory that can only sell its products to those with approval from the Mayor. Tourists can visit to see how the Hero’s Carnival fireworks are made and even leave with a free sparkler! Trading Emporium Now run by Quartermaster Sakon of the Clock Wards, a variety of staple goods (individual and bulk) can be sold and purchased here, facilitating Clock Town’s growing population and economy since the Hero of Time made Clock Town universally beloved to Termina’s citizens. Everything traded here is taxed and used to fund the Clock Wards. Post Office (Closed) A handwritten “POSTMAN ON VACATION” sign hangs from the locked door, its corners in a state of half-rot. Through a gap in a drawn curtain, countless letters are piled up on the other side of the mail slot. People still wander by to drop off more, hoping the Postman will return soon. NOTE: ONLY THE OWNER OF THE POSTMAN’S HAT CAN ENTER. East Ward (Gate leads to Ikana Canyon, home of the Gerudo) Stock Pot Hotel and Bar The only place in Clock Town where travelers can rent a bed for the night or come to drink their woes away, making it the ideal place to meet new people and hear rumors about the goings on around Termina. Honey & Darling’s Heroic Diversions An elderly couple is still dancing as they let visitors compete in a variety of games inspired by the Hero of Time to earn all sorts of Hero themed prizes. The Shooting Gallery has been folded in since the Gallery Guy retired to the Great Bay. Treasure Chest Bonanza Now run by Mayor Bremor’s twenty-something, purple-haired son. For a rather hefty fee, players can navigate a complicated maze with a single chest at every dead end. Once you find it, you must open it before you’re escorted back to the front with your prize. NOTE: ACCORDING TO THE LAW, LOOT BOXES ARE NOT CONSIDERED GAMBLING. MAYOR’S RESIDENCE & CLOCK WARD HQ (CLOSED) For the duration of the Hero’s Carnival, the largest contingent of Clock Wards are here defending the Mayor and his wife from all potential threats against their property and lives. Tourists will be turned away politely. Protestors will be removed impolitely. North Ward (Gate leads to Snowhead Mountain, home of the Gorons) Deku Scrub Playground A large fenced off playground with all sorts of obstacles and games to keep your children busy. The Deku Scrubs will make sure they’re safe. Nearby, the entrance to the BSSJ HQ has been obstructed by rubble after their failed attempt at holding Clock Town hostage with the largest stockpile of bombs ever gathered in one place. Great Fairy Fountain This mystical fountain courtyard, nestled within a cave near the North Gate, makes for a great location for dates, to pray for the Great Fairy’s favor, or simply retreat from the summer day heat. Rupees often get thrown in and mysteriously vanish. Many seem to believe that means it helps. The Happy Mask Shop Name $ Description Uses Bremen Mask 5 While donned, summon a flock of cuccos to cancel the vote of 1 player (Day Action) or block the action of 1 player (Night Action). 2x Bunny Hood* 5 Passively multiples the number of Rupees earned by 2x. ~ Don Gero Mask 5 While donned, if you are targeted by any player, this Mask will alert you of all their identities (Night Action). 2x Postman’s Hat* 5 Passively enables Postman’s Service and earns +1 Rupee for each unique player that is delivered a message. ~ Blast Mask** 20 While donned, if you are targeted by any action, kill you and every player that targets you. **1x Per Game Captain’s Hat* 20 Passively allows you access to the current Loop’s Dead Doc. ~ Mask of Scents 20 While donned, discover a player’s target (Night Action). 2x Romani Mask 20 While donned, if you are killed by any means, drink an ice cold glass of Romani milk to delay your death by 1 turn (Day/Night Passive). ~ Circus Leader Mask 50 While donned, summon the Circus to steal a random Mask from the target player (Night Action). 1x Gibdo Mask 50 While donned, if you are killed by any means, become a zombie that can only post during the Nights. Gibdos can vote at Night to count on the next day. Gibdos do not count for Boss Mask parity at Loop’s end. ~ Keaton Mask 50 While donned, redirect either a vote (Day Action) or action (Night Action) of a player to another target. 2x Stone Mask 50 While donned, become an untargetable object. No actions can affect you, including votes. Once put on it cannot be removed. ~ Great Fairy Mask 100 While donned, resurrect a single player (Night Action). 1x Mask of Truth 100 While donned, discover a player’s alignment (Night Action). 1x Fierce Deity Mask** 200 When donned, your team wins the current Loop (or Game if Final Day). **1x Per Game Player List 0 Amanuensis Happy Mask Apprentice, AKA 'Ap' 1 @The Unknown Order Heroshi 2 @Araris Valerian Arenta 3 @Wahrheitswächter Wahi 4 @Ashbringer Coliver 5 @coco.pudding Amora 6 @|TJ| Cosmetica 7 @Stick. meeee 8 @Haelbarde Link the Goron 9 @Wonko the Sane Zymni 10 @Doc12 Thistle 11 @Burnt Spaghetti Cindra 12 @CoderDrag0n8 Squircle 13 @Mistfallen Soldier Kieran 14 @Divergent Gor Elam the Goron 15 @Archer Ouae the Zora 16 @Hoid Slayer Avery Unfortunately, Coder has requested a Pinch Hitter. Am reaching out now with first dibs going to @Aeoryi Edited March 1 by Amanuensis 4
Wonko the Sane he/him Posted February 28 Posted February 28 Okay, so that's definitely exciting news. I'm still reviewing the backlog of material, and I need to get to sleep, but in the interest of starting discussion, I'll put a vote on Mistfallen, who's been consistently active, yet keeps pinging me as behaving oddly. And, of course, we now know that he was one of two players to vote on BOTH misexes.
Ashbringer he/him Posted February 28 Posted February 28 GAH ALIVE Not much to report from the Dead Doc besides that we don’t see it again until the game actually ends Also @Archer, do I look like someone who would pay money to use PMs
Amanuensis he/him Posted February 28 Author Posted February 28 Just now, Ashbringer said: Not much to report from the Dead Doc besides that we don’t see it again until the game actually ends Well, those who got access to it can still access it, you just shouldn't be able to edit it any longer. Others will need to wait until the game is over to see what they missed.
Haelbarde he/him Posted February 28 Posted February 28 Huh. So they did go for the evil win after all. I guess that means you're off the hook Ashbringer. A general reminder that confirmed good is not confirmed right, but is highly likely honest. ~~~ The slap had gotten him moving, but he did not really know what to do. Mostly he tried to stay out the way to let those with a better idea of what to do actually do what they were doing. It had been confused when a haunting melody had cut through it all as a skull kid had appeared. As someone else knocked into him, he spun around, stumbling into the path of the terrible masked visage of this new creature. In it's rage it gestured, and everything went black. ... ... Link gasped, light returning. He lowered his instinctively raised arm. Before him on the grassy plain stretched Clock Town, neither the painted walls or the tops of buildings doing anything to obscure the eponymous clock tower at its centre. Link had been here once before, 33 years ago... No, that wasn't right. He had been here 3 days ago. Right? As two realities seemed to merge in his mind, he emptied his stomach. --- He had hurried to the gates. The same people lined up before the same guard. Having hurried, he managed to get a few place forward, this time being a head of what he was sure was the same Romani milk supply wagon. "Next", the guard barked, as he ushered an old couple through the gates. "Papers and permit?" Link moved forwards, confused. "But... we did this days ago, goro. I am Link - you had me wait while you authenticated my papers. Do you really need to see them again, goro?" The guard glared, hand still oustreached waiting to take the papers Link had yet to search his pack for. "Bit bit early to be drinking don't you think? Do you know how many people have said they're named Link today? There have been 2 or 3 just in the last hour, and they at least tried to look the part - there's not a speck of green on you. I really don't need the jokes. What's your real name?" "But... my name is Link. And what about the explosion, the fires? I don't understand, goro." The guard narrowed his eyes. "Just wait here for a moment will you?" He motioned one of the other guards standing nearby to come over, muttering quickly. The second guard moved inside, returning a few minutes later with a handful of other soldiers. "You have no problem with following us will you? Excellent." The second guard gestured to the others, who fell in around Link as they once again escorted him into the guardhouse. 1
Myst He/Him Posted February 28 Posted February 28 I can’t be on for very long, but here’s some quick information. 1. I had the mask of scents. I targeted Burnt N2, and there was nothing. I targeted Stick N3, and nothing there. That said, there was no NK, so idk if there was anything to follow. 2. I can prove Doc is village based on that I’m village. I’ll go into specifics later
Ashbringer he/him Posted February 28 Posted February 28 5 minutes ago, Haelbarde said: Huh. So they did go for the evil win after all. I guess that means you're off the hook Ashbringer. A general reminder that confirmed good is not confirmed right, but is highly likely honest. Wohoo! Honestly not sure if I've been confirmed good before... generally true, though we'll see how right I can be. But I'm 80% sure I got NKed because I managed to play 2 cycles with essentially no functional opinions. (The 20% is that the Elims saw me confidently say there would be no NKs for the loop and decided to prove me wrong lol) 7 minutes ago, Mistfallen Soldier said: 2. I can prove Doc is village based on that I’m village. I’ll go into specifics later Speaking of functional opinions... Mistfallen. At least until we get some more specific specifics.
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