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A LEGEND OF ZELDA ROLEPLAY
Welcome to ZRP! We are an non-canon RP site with an original tale taking place within the
lore of the Zelda Franchise. While the events of this site are entirely non-canon, we take advantage of the canons of other
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With flowing silks and a long cloak of white draped over his shoulders one would forget that the Zora was native to the sea with the way he tread land so easily. The only reason it was quite obvious that he was a fish out of water was the way he left behind wet, sodden footprints in the sand as his body seemed to drip with every movement. The man never resisted the chance to take a dip in a pool of water, or in their case: a lonely ram's through.
"Would you hurry?" He bit, short of patience. "We'll miss the market rush if you drag your feet." Though he was known as Sinnie by many, there were a choice few who were given pass to call him 'Nex', a nickname from his delinquent youth.
With how well and proper the man dressed one could be forgiven for never coming to the conclusion that Nex had been quite the rat bastard growing up. He wore a worn satchel over his shoulder, partially hidden beneath his cloak to deter pickpockets, and in hand a soggy parchment. On his left shoulder sat a crow wearing a harness and tether, which was looped around a metal ring that snapped in front of the Zora's cloak. He had traveled all this way not for leisure, but the sweet embrace of the morning markets where rare and dubious goods often passed hands in order to find their forever home with collectors, criminals, and castaways. Nex was the latter. His blue eyes peered back to his companion, whom he had requested assistance from. A fish heading to a desert alone was suicide as the heat very quickly tired him out.
There were many things to see and do out here in Sonata Oasis. Not only could one find rare wares that were, more often than not, lost to the hands of time, one could get sweet treats and find curious beasts doing tricks for crowds. Rupee was always flowing and that sometimes meant scams were lurking in the shadows. The biggest scam going on this week was a Heroic Gauntlet. The hawker declared that it was nigh unbeatable, that it was a right of legendary heroes, but given the state of some of its balance poles and questionable color of the moat one needed to swim across there was great doubt that this was any sort of trial a hero would want to partake in.
The heat was blazing hot yet the two trekked through the desert, walking past the sandy ground towards their destination. Asura began to really wonder why exactly he was here, but he couldn’t really blame anyone other than himself for taking on this mission. It was surprising enough to get a request from the scribe of the Shadow Seekers, but it made sense why he needed assistance as Zora and heat did not mix rather well. If anything Asura walked on expecting a fight or two but so far the monsters had been dormant for now in this area. Perhaps some of the other seekers might have already dispatched them, but it was best to be careful with the sudden influxes of hoards appearing at times.
The swordsman calmly walked on, his usual armor was worn waist down, however his upper body lacked the armor, mostly wearing just a black tanktop and a cloak that covered his body. He really didn’t really want to be cooked alive and as a sheikah he wasn’t particularly best friends with the sun’s light. “Yeah yeah...” Asura said lazily closing his eyes and rubbing the back of his neck as he trailed along behind the Zora calmly, not really that interested in the trip as per the rather dull look on his face.
Finally arriving at the Oasis was a relief to be honest and the thought of perhaps hitting a bar was something that crossed his mind. It seemed to be bustling about, though he really wasn’t a fan of large crowds of the sort. “Well then, its been fun Nex. You go on and do your thing while I’ll be over at the bar. Holler if you need me” Asura said as he turned away and started to walk off, raising his hand in farewell, but his crimson eyes couldn’t help but glance over at the hawker shouting on about some heroic challenge or something of the sorts. Walking over to the area, Asura crossed his arms and watched with rather dull eyes before closing his eyes. “hmph...laughable...” Asura said.
Holler? Holler?! That dunder-head of a Sheikah! In this heat all he wanted to do was holler. This job was unreasonably intrusive at best, and meagerly rewarding at worst! There was no guarantee that he would find the scalper before he died!
Nayru dammit!
The head was already putting him in a bad mood. Reaching around his shoulders he would pull his cloak over his head, the blue, cotton shawl serving as a deterrent for the overwhelming suffering that he was participating in. And for what? As much as he moaned and groaned though, finding that scalper was of the upmost importance. If he really did have some powerful relic like a Hero's tool and it got into the wrong hands he could be in trouble! He'll put the blame on the muscle freak for leaving him to his own devices. It was hard enough to walk, let alone see with the sweat on his brow. Trudging through the crowds Nex found himself bristling with every passing figure and each shifting body. With expert grace he would weave, dodge, and parry any attempt make any sort of physical contact, accidental or otherwise. The thought of these vagrants putting their filthy hands on him, was enough to twist his stomach.
As he passed a stall his eyes would catch the glitter of rose baubles dangling from the posts of the makeshift shop. They weren't just any baubles though: gems, jewelry and all manner of decorative accessories a fish could get his hands on. To say Nex had an obsession with anything pink was woefully weak, even insulting. This man has once or twice spent the whole of his pay on a single object if it had enough pink on it. Rose quartz, coral blades, fuchsia clothes, roseate undergarments~! It wasn't difficult to draw him from his task.
"Excuse me... are those bangles made of coral..."
Elsewhere -- the hawker would notice the Sheikah's eyes. "You there lad, you look like a strong, virile subject. Would you like to give them a try?" The merchant had a pitiful looking training dummy beside his stall to show off his various weapons, many of which looked like they were spit out the back end of a Like-Like. The gauntlets themselves looked well made, though a bit worn from age. It wasn't possible these were the real thing though, right? But were one sensitive to magic near them they would get a distinct feeling of a magical aura emanating from them. They couldn't be real -- right? The drinks here must just be that strong!