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The Drowning Deep (M)

Discussion in 'Pandora, Year 1 - 7' started by The Iron Bull, Apr 5, 2018.

  1. The Iron Bull

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    March 7th

    Bull sneered, this water was doing hell on his ankle, saltwater and a constantly braced leg didn't work well together. He was a with a small contingent of Chargers, men and women in armor, thin plate over chain, something hard to bite through, that modern kevlar could stop a puncture but a monster could rip right through it with a slash. Most carried long sweeping slashing weapons, something that could take shots from a distance and wouldn't run the risk of dropping too far in the water and getting stuck in the wet sand, others carried scatterguns and a couple bombs with internal ignition devices. The moon was high in the sky and through deep blue waters of the coastline they could barely make out their boots touching the sand. Which was still not good enough for what they were going after. As they pushed through reeds and avoid dips in the floor they started to hear it. The singing, wordless singing, or at least it was in some sorta language pandora couldn't translate, if that was possible. As they approached they could see her basking on a rock in the moonlight, her skin pale, almost a sickly light grey, just bordering on white but not that clean, the texture was also too smooth, not like silk but like wet, rubber like membrane. Her hair was wet and curled around her hands, where her fingers were gently weaving through the curls, tangling and untangling her raven locks, but Bull could spot the strange curve to her fingers and the curled sharp nails at the end of each digit, she was trying to hide them, to make those she wanted to lure in pay more attention to her more desirable features. Like the ample amount of cleavage squeezed between her slender arms.

    But really what was getting Bull's attention was the tail, where her legs should have been was a long dark purple and crimson tail, the scales were small and smooth and it ended in a wavy, long paddle. She hadn't spotted them yet and she was the lure, her sisters had to be waiting for them. The whole hive was probably out of the lagoon waiting in the shallows for the signal to strike. Bull motioned for the charger who drew short straw to go and spring their trap, the minatour looked to his captain then to the mermaid sitting before them and sighed, wading through the calve high water until it was up to his thighs. In his hands was a long, thin double sided axe, built to easily swipe and slide through the water without losing too much momentum. As soon as he was in deep enough the mermaid stopped singing, looked at him and then dived into the water. Soon six shapes were all gliding through the water towards the minatour and Bull raised his fists. "Horns up!"

    The mercenaries burst through the reeds and rushed to their comrade right as one of the pale Sirens clawed onto his legs and crawled up his waist, gripping his armors shoulders with her webbed taloned hands. Her jaw opened, unhinging to reveal thin, needle like teeth capable of tearing chunks of flesh. With a hiss she reared back to bite at her targets throat when an elven member of the part rushed in with two scimitars and jammed them into her stomach and tugged her away from his comrade. Her body splashed into the cold surf and left it churning with red mist as she thrashed in agony of her last death throws. Most would pity her, but Bull had seen the wreckage of their other hunts, innocent boats of people tugged to the depths to be eaten the the ships scuttled to try and hide the evidence. No matter how beautiful they were just intelligent monsters who ate people. The five others surrounded the group and lunged for them, one broke away to reach the perch her sister was on and climbed to the surface, she reared back and let out a piercing wail. "There's the signal, Scatterguns and bombs, I want that lagoon lit up!" The men with scatterguns moved forward and raised their weapons, aiming at the lagoon as off the shoreline dozens upon dozens of objects skirted below the surface, heading for the entrance to their lagoon.

    The men and women with hook poles, spears, and broadswords made quick work of the three predators, boxing them in and sticking them in place with a hook to the shoulder so a spearman could pierce their chests, that would only work when they were in small groups like that one though. But the entire Swarm was coming at them. Scatterguns boomed out through the night, sending clouds of projectiles hurtling into the mouth of the lagoon, bodies rose of the fishwomen and the blue water was overpowered by a dark churning cloud of red. "Second volley!" Bull roared and the men dropped their scatterguns and tossed their bombs, pulling the metal rods they twisted the internal gears and priming the inner explosives, as soon as they left the air and splashed down into the deeper sections of the lagoon they went off. Plumes of water and bodies of the Mermaids were tossed into the air by fiery force of explosives. "Form up, they're still closing in." The mercenaries grouped together and raised their weapons. Primed to kill the dozens of beasts trying to eat them.
     
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  2. Midna

    Midna The Legend of Zelda

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    Now what was someone like Midna doing in The Tiberian Islands? Well, running away still of course. Running, like most people did in their lives, from the truth and the harsh realities one didn't want to face even at the best of times. She had at least learned to not stick to one place, having resided at the top of Mt. Pompeii for a time before finding herself around Cascade Bay again, like when she had first arrived here in Pandora so long ago. But now, now she had found the beautiful Tiberian Islands and was enjoying hiding amongst the shadows during the daytime, but nighttime had come and Midna was finally able to step out from those shadows and walk amongst the sandy shores, letting her toes curl amongst the strange texture.

    Goodness knew how long she had walked for, but she had walked a fair distance to say the least and was more than happy on her own, until something startled her and caught her eye. Fire looked like it was licking at the sky in the short distance away from her, the princess's eyes widening at the sight as she began to run towards the area, wondering if people were hurt or in need of help. What could even cause such destruction in the first place?

    She soon came to a skidding halt in the sand, Midna's strange blue skin highlighted by the colour of the flames and carnage that seemed to be under some kind of control. Of course she had also tried her best to assess the situation too, seeing how it seemed like one kind was fighting with a whole other one. Who was bad? Who was good? She didn't know. But as the fight seemed to rage on, Midna had gone unnoticed and took that as an opportunity to slip closer to what seemed to be the leader of this whole situation, a strange looking being and one she couldn't say she'd ever seen the likes of before.

    Hiding in his shadows, all that could be seen of the princess was a particularly dark shadow looming within the other shadows, something most people didn't bother to pay too much attention to. But she could be heard, and she whispered for just the horned man to hear her.
    "Why? Why do you harm them?" Midna asked, perhaps sounding more like some eerie kind of conscience as she spoke, watching the pretty beings circling in on them, those looking like things she was far more familiar with from where she came from.
     
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    The Iron Bull Dragon Age

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    Bull looked around when he started hearing voices, wondering who the hell was talking to him but he found nothing. He figured it was his mind just acting up, looking at some of his men he knew this was gonna be hell for Moral. These were monsters but there wasn't much that made them look like it, they looked like women, women who weren't the same as some muscled female bandit with an axe these looked frail, they screams were high pitched, dainty, they looked too innocent right up until they sunk their teeth into you. 'Because they're sinking boats and eating people and growing too large to be a small threat. Now go away voice in my head. I don't need another conscience " Bull watched as more flung themselves onto the spears, impaling themselves and using their wait to bring the line down to start to break through his men's defenses. The hook bearers went along the sides and started to pick at the Mermaids attacking the front, but a single fish woman crawled around the side and lunged from the reeds, latching her jaws onto the head of one of the hook bearers and dragging her into the water, sending foam churning as she thrashed to bite deeper into the woman's skull, Bull broke away from group and kicked the mermaid off the woman.

    He was too later, her skull was already halfway caved inward by the creatures powerful jaw. Bull raised his axe and brought it down onto the mermaids stomach. It squealed and kicked, thrashing wildly, lifting the beast up with the blade he whipped it out into the lagoon, the body landed with a splash, sending water and blood cascading over her sisters. "Move back mo-....shit!" They had overrun the group, it was a mess, men being dragged down left and right and desperately hacking at their attackers;. Bull rushed back into the action and began to cut his way through the creatures as they crawled up his legs. "We don't stop them here Cascade Bay is in for a nasty surprise! Chargers keep fighting!" He aimed his mechanical arm to another school of mermaids coming in and his fist swung down to reveal the cannon within it. He fired off a high explosive round and launched it at them, throwing bodies and a column of white foamy water into the air. But it was not evening the odds any, they were coming from all sides, swimming and circling around them, concealed by the cloud of red that the bodies of his men who had fallen and the fallen fish women had spread through the lagoon. Bull roared and swung his axe, even as the claws raked his skin and drew blood. "Keep fighting!"
     
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    Midna The Legend of Zelda

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    So it was a situation of culling one kind in order to keep another alive and thriving. Harsh but what part of the world was not, things had to be weighed out, no goodness without its bad and no bad without its good either. What Midna didn't understand is then why these people were so poorly equipped to deal with these beings. Surely if this was a known enemy then they would have little to no trouble reigning them in, but here was the odd looking man and his helpers, failing, fighting to their last breaths and all for what? More death and carnage. Where was the true power to cut the problem off at its source?

    Midna retreated further amongst the shadows as she watched and studied the carnage unfolding in front of her, red eyes narrowing here and there as she saw the tactics the beasts seemed to enjoy using. They thrived on their kills, seemed to enjoy it and would happily sacrifice themselves for their sisters to get a better chance than they might have had when pushing the border of human flesh. Or whatever species these people were anyway. Slithering amongst the shadows, Midna could not be touched no less harmed as she came up behind the leader, speaking in his ear in the same passive voice.

    "Pull your people back. You're losing too many. Pull them back now." Dissolving into darkness behind him, some of the man's people were already stepping back, watching in wonder as the darkness seemed to move amongst the waves, between the horrid sirens and their needle-like teeth. The princess seemed to materialise from the shadows right between a young man and what was about to be his murderer, her hand by her side making an upward flicking motion that had a deathly black spear made of the same darkness that coiled around Midna to shoot up around the monster's neck, holding her back and flailing above the water with ease.

    More and more, sirens and land dwellers alike took notice, watching as more of the monsters were seized by their throats and held above the water, wailing and complaining about the lack of water for comfort. But Midna made no move to kill the creatures, though she was unlike Link and more than willing to take a life to save those of her people in the past, this was not her fight. But... she couldn't turn her back on people who so badly needed the help she was able to give. She would have, on another occasion, asked for them to try to come to some sort of an agreement, to make peace and not ravage the lands of the people, but she doubted that would do much good in this situation.

    That and perhaps something had changed in the princess since she had almost died at the hands of a tyrant she'd thought she had escaped, right here in Pandora. A man who left the awful long scar across her chest, visible for all to see when Midna wasn't hiding in the shadows. Elevating herself off of the ground, the woman was already unnaturally tall for her stature, now towering above those around her whilst she had dozens upon dozens of the sirens under her control, her fingers itching to curl in and be as unforgiving as the world had been to her already. Maybe Midna would tell herself it was a mercy kill.

    With eyes flashing red and matching the crimson that clogged the top waters of the sea, Midna raised her right hand before curling it into a fist, a symphony of 'snaps' heard soon after. The sirens she had picked up in her dark coils all facing the same way now, heads turned a little bit too far to one side to be natural before she let their lifeless bodies drop to the waters, their sisters screeching and some threatening to surge forward to attack but with Midna raising her hand in warning, to remind them of what she could do when pushed, they feared the stranger and left with hisses and cries, echoing out into the night sky.

    The sea of people behind the princess parted away when she turned to their leader further along the beach, her feet never touching the sand as she seemed to move like... like darkness itself did, silent and somehow somewhat frightening at the same time. She continued down the beach until coming to a stop in front of the man, beast, whatever he wanted to be called she didn't know and figured she probably wouldn't find out any time soon either. But Midna met his gaze and held it before uttering just a few words.
    "Next time come with the right tools." Vague about her meaning but hinting towards recruiting the right kind of killer person for the job, Midna continued on her ascent up the shoreline, letting her toes curling the sand when she was sure none of the others were stupid enough to follow her. Questions swirled around in her mind as the orange sky to her back had begun to dwindle, but one question remained the most poignant of all to the princess.

    Was she a murderer now? And if not, she wasn't sure she liked the all too little difference between that of a murderer and a hero.
     
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    Bull looked around for the source of the voice and prepared for the next volley when he saw whatever magic she had conjured taking hold. The sirens were held in place, above the water and defenseless. His men all froze, all those were still standing and able to fight. Bull looked around and finally caught sight of the woman. She looked off, he wondered if she was a demon, he didn't know what he thought about that, Cole was demon...sort of but Cole was harmless, well no not really buy he wasn't going to possess anyone yet. He grabbed onto his axe and readied himself, but then she just killed them all, his men backed away from the corpses and grabbed up their injured. Bull looked at her as she approached, his breathing coming out in burning pants, his lungs begging for air once more she had one thing going for her that was easing Bull off just swinging that axe to avoid a possible betrayal. Red head, even if it was a weird, really orange red head. It was still a damn fine red head. He slowly lowered the axe and didn't answer her advice instead he looked over to his Chargers and cleared his throat. "Get the injured and the dead back to camp! Bury those we can...we'll have to burn the ones we can't." He looked back to the woman and the to his men, he could have followed but instead he walked through the water and towards the reeds. He followed the woman, his axe strapped to his back, the bleeding had slowed but the wounds were still stinging from the salt water. Still this lady had saved his life and then just walked off.

    Bull wanted to know why so he kept following her, from far back but he could still see her. He watched her move and wondered what the hell she was doing. He crouched down and kept following her, using his Ben Hassarath training to tail her. He didn't wanna end up dead yet.
     
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    Midna The Legend of Zelda

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    The sand between her toes was a welcome distraction. It had been before she had seen the skies light up with fire before too, and Midna was only too glad to get back to that odd feeling beneath her feet. She hadn't looked back in the entire time she had walked off, though she had heard the sounds of the men and women helping one another though that too had begun to fade. None seemed silly enough to follow her either, and the princess might have even had the man go unnoticed, her mind a million miles away, if it were not for her trusty companion who too lurked amongst the shadows.

    It was the first growl sounding out that had the princess pausing, her feet coming to a stop as the waves washed over her blue skin, whimsical robes fluttering in the sea breeze whilst her head had turned to the side just for a moment. Nothing but the sound of her own heavy conscience and the waves on the shore. But the growl came again, Midna waving her hand through the air and causing her Twilight Wolfo to appear, a great beast made of darkness and with similar markings, blue in colour, to that of the ones one her robes.
    "What is it boy? Was someone foolish enough to not just be grateful and move on?" As she spoke it was with the pitch and volume of intent to have anyone around to hear her, Midna's hands occupied in the beast's fur as she smoothed her fingers amongst the thick strands.

    Midna looked around briefly, sighing to herself before she reached out with the darkness, shadows amongst shadows, tendrils squirming and writhing alongside one another as it spread out across the sandy shore, reaching out blindly for anyone nearby. Raising her voice a little bit more, Midna remained passive, for now, though an edge of irritation was beginning to slip in.
    "If you're looking for something else from me, then ask it. Don't hide or cower. And if you're frightened I might harm you, then simply don't give me a reason to do so."

    She waited. Listened. Some part of her hoping if someone had been stupid enough to follow her then that they had gotten themselves some kind of medical help, for Midna could not recall seeing anyone unscathed from what had been turning into a blood bath. But... people were stubborn, no difference in species changed that. Glancing back down at her Twilight Wolfo, the princess pressed her finger to her lips before retracting her shadows just shy of finding anyone or anything and began walking once more, all until she came to a smoothed crop of rock. Perching herself atop it, she bent one knee up to drape her arm over, her other leg outstretched in front of her whilst she reclined against her free palm behind her, red eyes watching the darkened waves all on her apparent lonesome.

    Well, aside from her beloved beast.
     
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    The Iron Bull Dragon Age

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    Bull froze when the weird as dog started noticing him and she started to probe the area, he tried to avoid them as best he could and even with her reassurance he kept himself hidden for a while longer. She was beautiful but plenty of Demons could be beautiful, there was no telling how this could go, he had long since abandoned the idea of drawing his axe again. She had her own ideas but still he needed to figure out what was going on, he approached the woman as she was reclining and raised a brow, well wasn't she dramatic. Or she was trying to catch his eye and drop his guard. As he got close he didn't try and hide his footfalls and stood next to her rock. He looked over her and slowly it began to dawn on him that this wasn't a demon this was just a woman and she was thinking, he wanted to know about what especially since she just saved their lives. Bull still had to do something about those wounds later one but this came first.

    "You saved are lives, as many as you could."
    Bull's mechanical hand clenched and he approached the rock. "Why? What made you do it?"
     
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    Midna The Legend of Zelda

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    Midna barely glanced at the man as she looked up from her perch, meeting his gaze before she looked back out to the waters again, her companion growling at the stranger in warning lest he come too close or try anything.
    "Easy, boy. We don't want you fighting first and getting no questions later." She murmured, stroking over the beast's head before sitting up a bit more and sighed to herself. So he wanted to know the age old question of why, that causing a small laugh to leaver her lips in response, never thinking she'd heard anything so simple for a long time.

    "Why?" Was a shrug going to be a good enough answer for him? Probably not, he didn't seem like the kind of person to just get up and walk away from these things. As if in a natural response, Midna's hand reached from her wolf to her chest, frowning as she felt over the large scar that stretched across her skin, her eyelashes fluttering as the phantom pain stored there hit her tenfold. Clenching her hand up against the skin, Midna's eyelids snapped open and she had gasped quietly, biting back as much of it as she could to try and muffle how much the stranger could hear from her.

    Weakness in front of someone she knew was bad enough, but in front of someone she didn't know was unacceptable, intolerable.

    "Why not?" Midna muttered, lowering her hand to her side and smiling back up at the other man quietly, something missing in those red eyes of hers, something no one could quite put a finger on.
    "I've made sacrifices before. I've taken lives where others weren't as willing to. I've seen monsters before and I've done what I had to to protect the weaker kinds. Do any of these things satisfy your need for an answer?" She doubted he would want to know how he was talking to a princess who had lost her people just after saving them, ripped from her world and home and brought here. That part didn't upset her too much, she was an adventurer after all, but it was the aching cries of her lost people that did the most damage, to those she couldn't come home to and guide properly as she had promised.
     
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    The Iron Bull Dragon Age

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    Bull looked at her little gesture and his one good eye widened at her little gasp and he took an instinctive step closer. His fingers curled and and he thought about the poultices they used to deal with scars like that. Didn't get rid of them but it stopped the burning so you could at least wear something over them. Bull was mostly scar tissue where you could see it but he had lot feeling in a lot of them by now. His hands stayed to his side and his eye stayed on her and not the wolf. She was trying to hide the pain, seemed to think highly of herself. Royalty, mix the attitude with the clothing choice and her voice and it all made sense. He was looking at a noble, royalty even. His ass had just been saved by royalty and now here she was sitting on a rock looking at the sea. And her answer left a lot to be desired, it was more of an evasion and what she was avoiding saying was pretty obvious. This lady had no idea why she had saved him and his men and snapping a couple dozens necks was not her usual form of action. She wasn't built the same as the Chargers, by tomorrow they'd have pulled up stakes and moved on to the next possible place to set up shop.

    But where would she be. His eyes focused back on the scar. "Phantom pains....sometimes I wake up still feeling my hand." He held up the bronze mechanical hand and wiggled his fingers. "You could try a poultice to at least lighten it up a bit."
     
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    Midna The Legend of Zelda

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    Apparently none of the options she had given the stranger were the answers he had been looking for. No matter, the man had probably come up with his own answers and reasoning for the seemingly random act of kindness. Midna could not give an answer to something she herself did not know the real truth behind. But the woman did appreciate the change of topic, glancing over at the hand as it made the keen metallic sound as his fingers wriggled about, the princess having her answer about if he was simply a creature with something like that naturally or if it had been there to replace what had perhaps been lost at some point in his life. Now realising it was the latter, Midna looked at the mechanical limb with a renewed sense of curiosity as there were no such things even similar to this in the world she had come from.

    Likewise there were no things like poultices either. So the princess gave him a strange look when he said the word, wondering if on her journeys she had seen one being used on her companion but just under another name. But she was sure such a thing would never help thanks to the type of weapon that had been used on her in the first place. Reaching her hand up, she again lightly hovered over the old wound, feeling a certain kind of darkness lingering there that reminded her of the terrible, awful villain who had done such a thing to her in the first place.

    "I'm unsure that this poultice would do much help." Tilting her hand away from her chest, Midna peered down at her palm like she expected to see some pooling kind of darkness there to show the feelings she kept tied to the scar. Not of her own choice of course.
    "The blade that did this to me, it takes someone's life... force? Their energy- An essence... It took more than blood and flesh from me." Maybe that explained her uncaring attitude towards killing things more now, not that she'd harm an innocent, but if an incident like the one she'd happened over earlier was to occur again then yes she would do what she had done all over again and in a heartbeat.

    Curling her hand into a fist, she bent her legs up in front of her a bit, folding her arms over the tops of her knees and resting her head against her arms. Those red eyes studied the strange man beside her, quickly trying to think or recall anything eve similar to him, but she couldn't claim to have had such experiences.
    "And you? Why were you helping those people? Did they give you coin for your troubles? I can't imagine money is enough to make the bravest of men face creatures like that on a good day." Midna continued to watch him as she spoke, her wolf settling down on its belly and chest against the sand as it listened in on the conversation keenly.
     
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    The Iron Bull Dragon Age

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    Bull raised an eyebrow at whatever weapon she was talking about, sounded like some bad magic shit, which was common. Magic could be great and all but most of the time when he came in contact with it, it involved some sort of blood magic.His eye darted to the wolf to make sure it wasn't gonna pounce or anything when he moved closer and sat at the edge of her spot. He ran one of his copper fingers across the sand and smiled at the ghost of a feeling her got from it. The magic imbued in the stuff allowed for some feeling in the false limb. The texture and grip were slightly off but it still was better than cold dead nothing. His other hand traced over the sand and drew little patterns. "Sounds like shit to be honest." He looked to her, his eye focusing on the scar once more. He had to admit, for a man who liked people with a story he found it kinda hot in a almost mortal wound sort of way. He wouldn't voice that out loud yet, didn't seem appropriate given the line of questioning. Not that he was ever appropriate really.

    Bull thought about why he was helping the bay. "Money's part of it, but also I don't wanna have a town full of people get eaten. And there's a bit of fun in fights when it's not like that, not a shit show, the danger and the adrenaline. An adventure." The Inquisition was never boring, plenty of nice nice fights to remember, even some dragons.
     
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    Midna The Legend of Zelda

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    At his expression, she'd not have used it to sum up how things had gone for her but she thought that now - it really didn't seem to sound that far off. A small smile appeared on the princess's lips before she nodded her head in agreement, parting those lips to speak up for herself.
    "Yes. Yes its quite, as you put it, 'shit'." Midna thought a lot of the things she'd seen and survived had gone to shit for sure, as had the latest event in her life. As Bull came closer, the woman made sure her wolf did not growl or even harm the man before she settled her gaze on him once more, wondering just how much he could feel with that mechanical hand of his.

    Curious thing.

    "So you're a warrior or fighter. Whatever you want to call yourself, I seem to have a knack of running into your kind." Midna murmured, snorting softly to herself as now when looking back on things, she realised that they had also been men too. Where were the women fighters like herself? Not that she was supposed to fight, but when she did things had a bad habit of getting a little bit ugly, especially as of late it seemed.
    "So I'm assuming you're not the kind of person to stay in one place. You go where adventure leads you and the money seems like a bonus for you." The princess made her own little study of the man, speaking aloud about it as she figured he wouldn't mind the things she had to say considering they weren't exactly mean or seemingly untrue.

    Bowing her head down to her arms folded over her knees, Midna watched the sea as the man was distracted by the sand instead, the sand which had felt nice moments before was now only reminding her of the Gerudo Desert and the trials she had faced there by Link's side- No. The princess blocked off her own thoughts and shook her head in frustration, her wolf seemingly picking up on this before whining and nudging its muzzle against her side, Midna petting its head reassuringly as she was reminded they were far from alone.
    "Where do you come from?" She asked suddenly, glancing over to Bull and hoping he didn't look too close to notice the mist over her oddly coloured crimson spheres.

    "Tell me of the world you come from."
     
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