Let Chaos Reign

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A foul sight of a Zora stumbled out of the local Clock Town tavern picking glass out of his teeth, behind him was a sobbing woman and a dead human with a knife plunged into his neck. The woman's white dressed was stained a blood red as she cried over her lovers corpse, flicking the final piece of glass he pulled out of his mouth away he smile letting the door slam shut behind him. He was a large well built Zora covered in tribal tattoos, scars and he had rotting fins. The violent pirate gnashed his fangs as he strolled past the Inn, any onlookers dashing away in fear for their own safety. Old women around the area whispered in secret of the vile things this man had done last time he was in town, folktales went he wasn't a mere man but a demon masquerading as a Zora. His breath stunk of rum and human flesh that would cause even the bravest of souls to shudder, his eyes soulless black voids set within his hard light blue scales.

One mother wasn't aware the pirate was storming through town as she was distracted with her conversation, when the pirate passed her he pushed her to the ground and tore her child from her grasp. The child screamed out for his mother while he was dragged away by the horrible fishman. This sea devil was known as Alastor The Scourge Of The South Seas, a cruel smirk sprawled across his lips while dragging the little boy across the cold cobblestones by his hair. Reaching the doors of the clock tower he pushed his way in and tossed the child into the moving gears, the boy kicked and screamed trying to get away but his back met with the pirate's boot holding him down. The boy was trapped between the teeth of the grinding gears that kept the town's time on the clock-face outside. With each passing second the teeth advanced a peg and it wouldn't be long before the boy's neck was crushed between the teeth of the gears and he became another forgotten lost soul haunting underneath the clock tower. The atmosphere was dark and only the sound of running water and clicking cogs could be heard alongside the child's screaming, soon a symphony of maniacal laugher exploded from Alastor's lungs kicking his foot into the boys back even harder. "That's right boy, scream louder so Majora can hear ye all the way down in hell. You'll make a nice tribute to the old wench and I'll cook what's left." Clearly amused by his own antics and the boys cries going unheard he only bit his lower lip on the edge of his seat for this boy's death.   

[Majora]

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So put your mask back on, Darling


Watch the moon and stars, falling.


One by one, every person I meet


Has a story to tell, and a goal to meet.

"Be careful what you ask for, Zora. You might get just what you want."

The words echoed around the whole of Clock Town, the whisper seducing but chilling, and found their way to the Zora pirate. Almost as if they were a command, the gears of the clock tower froze, shuddering to a halt,  and the bell rang, a clear, dissonant note. The very shadows themselves seemed to be stirring in fear at what the world was hearing. As the loud chime of the bell faded, a single step could be heard, before red fire burst into being around the pirate.

"You know, there are much better ways to get my attention, Alastor. But you've had it for quite some time, you just never realized it."

If he were to turn, he would see a figure close to his height, horns, green eyes and red skin distinguishing her otherwise from a normal resident of Termina. She was not looking at him, but instead at a mask she held in her hand, staring into the eyes of the Gerudo's face with something akin to... Pain? Suffering? Anger? He couldn't be sure, but he didn't have long to decipher it, as she looked up to him.

"Now, if you're done playing god, why don't you let a real goddess do it."

The same fire that surrounded them in a circle burst forth in the hand that held the mask, and the fires around them grew tall, figures dancing in their embers. The mask dropped, with a single "clink" of wood, and all the fires burned black, before the figures became more than just embers, but beings, female beings with red hair and masks twisted in shapes of agony. The all carried the weapons of pirates, and all had deep scars, clearly from previous injuries. And they all raised their weapons as the woman snapped, pointing at him.

"The child goes free, pirate. If you don't, I can promise that I won't be as kind as these souls I saved from your bloodthirst. No need for him to call for me in Hell."

Another mask appeared in dark flames in her hand, and she put it on her face, the bloodshot visage staring at Alastor. Majora's Mask.

"I am already here."

tags: @alastor
notes: ~

MADE BY NAVI

[Alexander du Ikana]

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both were silent.

there were ways for kicking and screaming.

What in the world was the Emperor doing here? Well, his reason for being here was that the Carnival of Time would be held soon. It was his duty to oversee it and see that the festival went off without a hitch. It was a time for imperial citizens to break away from the monotony of their lives and experience some festivities. It was only fitting that he be there to make it grand for them. Of course, he had known about Alastor. The Zora was the most wanted man in Termina, after all. He was an Emperor with no external threats to face and nothing else to focus on, it would be hard for such a criminal to escape his notice, especially when dealing with an Emperor that took pride in his work.

So when there were suddenly cries of a Zora rampaging through Clock Town, Alex naturally took an interest. Taking his Custodian Guards, he looked to the captain. "Give her to me." He spoke softly, and he was handed an object swaddled in cloth. Three Gohts who had been patrolling were gathered, stepping into formation behind his guard, who surrounded the Emperor, spears out, shields up. With that, they simply went to the Clock Tower, where this villain had decided to make his stand. Of course, that plan quickly went to shit as demonic entities and shit started showing up inside the Clock Tower. Right, whatever the fuck was going on now was far beyond something that most people were ready to handle.

So Alex simply waved them away, carried his bundle inside, and stood amongst the two, their shadows, and the damned, hand on the hilt of his sword, simply staring down the demonic puppet master as fearless as he had claimed to be. Majora. he had heard, clear and ungarbled by the din. Had it been in his mind then? He looked down briefly, had it been a warning then? A simple identification from someone who, well, this would be interesting perhaps. He looked at the damned, the shadows, stirring as if terrified, and finally the demonic goddess herself, his eyes locking with hers, the glimmer of recognition apparent in his, as he reached ever so slightly into the cloth.

And then he completely disregarded her.

"Release the child, Alastor, and you will merely get the block. Otherwise I will have you crucified. You are outnumbered, outmatched, and surrounded. Make your choice. Make it now." He spoke, not even a tinge of fear readily apparent for someone who'd just met an evil demon goddess, the bane of all Termina. Really, what was up with that?

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As the tower shook the pirate ceased his act of barbarism when a voice rang inside his head, it was like a siren call to the old seadog. He quivered with anticipation the moment the voice uttered his name and the words that followed almost sounded like praise. A wicked grin sprawled across his lips as he turned to meet his maker, he wouldn't believe what he was seeing, his demon nay his deity in the flesh standing before him. The gears ceased turning as if time itself had stood still for this meeting. Steeling himself he spoke replying in his rough and course voice. "I'll be damned, hang me then gut me like a fish, Majora it's really you...." The usually quite mouthy pirate fell silent for a moment to listen. When he saw the flames take the shape of the women that killed his crew he dared bark out in defiance at the figures in the fire. "Looks like you old whores got was what coming to ya, I hope you're all enjoying rotting in the locker, foul harpies!" He couldn't deny there was a hint of fear to his tone but it did his heart well to see his enemies suffering so. Upon the request of the demon he picked the child up and tossed him towards the door violently. "Run along lad and thank the giants ye lived to tell this tale." Giving a tearful nod the boy dashed for the exit back out into the daylight of the town square.

Seeing the image tattooed onto his back covering the strange woman's face brought joy to his heart as he stood casually applauding. "Ye know how to make a bloody entrance, I'll give you that." Staring at the figures in the fire again his eyes narrowed into a deadly glare. "Saved......" He inquired in a tone that would even make a deity shiver with fear. "Explain......"  Following his demand he decided to make his request of the creature that stood before him. "My entire existence has been causing chaos in your name, Lady Majora. However this old soul has fallen upon hard times. Without me'self a ship and a crew there's only so much damage I can do. Not to mention there's the bloody monarchy to contend with, I yearn for the days Termina had an elected government. Was much easier to bribe elected officials but these bloody nobles have all the gold they could want. Not to mention all mi brethren have either been hanged or locked up, I stand here before you the remnants of a dying breed.....the last pirate! I long for the golden age of piracy where chaos reigned supreme and the strong ruled the seas. Too much order has come to pass and balance need be restored. Grant me a ship and a crew, and I'll burn this world to the ground, bringing glory to names both yours and mine!" 


When the Emperor of Ikana entered haughty as ever, the Zoran warrior turned his eyes glowing with electrical power as thunder surged around his fists. How he grew tired of their rather unfair game of cat and mouse. The words he spat were most foul. "Ye yellow bellied PRICK! You hang my brothers and peruse me relentlessly, always hiding behind your men and machines I've released the child but not by your command NEVER! by your command. You've taken the freedom away from the citizens of Termina by tearing down their democracy, I may be a monster but ye be nothing more than a tyrant. Couldn't stand being voted into power the old fashioned way huh? You sit upon your throne acting all innocent but how did you get that chair in the first place? Your hands are just as dirty as mine perhaps even dieter. Why don't you crawl back to your goddess forsaken canyon among the dead where you belong? Tell me how dose it feel to have all the power in the world and be outwitted by a single cutthroat, time and time again?" 


Taking a moment to examine the situation Alastor dropped the serious tone and exploded into a fit of hysterical laughter. "Har...Harr....Harrrhahahaharrrr. Stop me if you've heard this one before, A pirate, a demon and the king of Ikana walking into a clock tower." He smirked at the absurdity of the situation so it had all come down to this. His insane laugher echoed throughout the dark chamber as he belted out another hearty laugh like a cackling demon. "Ye picked a bad day to fuck with me, Lady Luck smiles upon me today and her name is Majora."      

[Majora]

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So put your mask back on, Darling


Watch the moon and stars, falling.


One by one, every person I meet


Has a story to tell, and a goal to meet.

"Be careful what you ask for, Zora. You might get just what you want."

"It takes a strange perspective of lady luck if you think I am here to praise you, Zora."

With a sigh, she turned her head to face the newcomer, almost moving as if she were bored. She raised her hand in a half shrug to Alex, letting her head droop a bit.

"Must you intrude? I'm a little busy at the moment, and you just walk by like I haven't already rolled out the welcome carpet for myself. Boy-king of Termina, you-"

And suddenly, she paused, head cocking, and slowly, she removed her mask, her eyes watching Alex from over the rim. They narrowed in suspicion, eyes focused on the cloth-covered item he was carrying. Something felt far too familiar about it, it reeked of something akin to her own power.

They both saw a flicker of concern on her face, but she composed herself and put her mask back on, facing the pirate once again.

"Since you're so insistent on demanding answers from a god, I'll entertain what might be your last moments. Every life in Termina, in Hyrule, in this world, belongs to me. I was here when I watched all your kind drag yourselves from the muck, and I would be here until the last of you fall. But I have the power to save this world - to save everyone. When one's life expires as destiny intends it, I find them, and take upon me the burden of their soul. They live on with me until the final salvation comes, and I will shape this land into a paradise for those I save.

But you? You twist a thorn into destiny, you take lives before their time, and I lose them. You are taking my possessions, and using them as you please, and claiming it to be in my name. That is the sin I charge you with, pirate. But I've changed my mind. Destiny's path may be meeting your stride soon enough."

She turned, back to the two, and looked over her shoulder at Alex, standing in front of the glass of the clock face overlooking Clock Town. 

"There's only one reason you would walk in here with such confidence around me. You know me capable of destroying this land, but you have something you think I'm scared of. Cut the suspense and just take it out, already. I recognize that scent far too well."

tags: @alastor  Alexander du Ikana
notes: majora uchiha reveals her keikaku

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[Alexander du Ikana]

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both were silent.

there were ways for kicking and screaming.

As things began to get a bit more chaotic, Alex couldn't help but take some minor amusement in the declaration that lady luck was on Alastor's side... only for the fishman to get chewed out by said lady merely moments later. There was a small twitch of his lips, a threat to smile; a terrible thing to behold. There was a small amount of pride in being able to make the demon look visibly concerned. He wondered if Alastor would take note of that, perhaps he would take it as a hint? He had his doubts but maybe there was at least one pleasant surprise in this shitshow. As it was, Lycoris already wasn't going to be happy, this was going to be holding up his outing with her. Son of a bitch, demons holding up his date. Come on.

But when Majora started speaking, he simply took his hand off his sword hilt and held it up as a way of telling her to be quiet while he continued to stare at Alastor. Though he did note the words. Even now she claimed all as hers then. This was why gods were problematic. They treated mortals merely as property and toys. "Democracy? Anarchy to the West. Oligarchy to the North. Monarchy to the South. Oblivion to the East." There was no widespread Terminean democracy, nor did one ever exist. Also, there were no more dead in Ikana. Where did that come from? "Furthermore, I have done nothing to dismantle Clock Town's election. I simply stand above the Mayor." He remarked as he nonchalantly pulled the object out of the cloth and flashed it in Majora's direction, not even turning his head, before returning it to the cloth. What he had shown however, was something worth noting... well, probably not to Alastor anyway. Simply pulling the object out illuminated the room., the mask being the face of a maiden fair. Indeed, it seemed almost unearthly.

"Not only have you failed at what little history you try to cite, but you don't even know the deity you worship. Majora has a soft spot for children, in what world does sacrificing a child to call for her sound like a good idea?" He may not been a fan of the gods, but he at least made sure to know what it was they stood for and shit before going on a crusade. Maybe that was a punchline in itself, the guy who had no love for the gods knew more than the supposed lifelong follower. "But perhaps this is a bad day to quote, fuck with you. It seems your little lady plans to do worse to you than I ever could. Shall I set an appointment after she's done?" He noted.

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Upon discovering his patron deity wasn't planning on helping him but quite the opposite he backed up holding his hands out. He didn't stay alive this long by sticking around when the odds weren't in his favor. "Aye ye disappoint me horned one, throwin in with the likes.....him." He spat slowly backing up further replying to Alexander. "History was never my strong suit, I'm just some savage raised by a tribe around the Great Bay, remember?" He said with a smug grin as his back hit a metal door with a gear inscribed upon it. As he spoke to buy himself some time he fiddled with the lock on the door jamming a pick into the mechanism behind his back. He grinned feeling out where the tumblers were as he attempted to get them to line up, acting as if he was just leaning against the door. "If history has taught me one thing it's to know when the deck is stacked against me. Enjoy the carnival you two, I've got bigger fish to fry in much larger ponds. There be women and wealth anywhere there's people, I've got my options....." He paused for a moment when he heard that distinct KA-CHINK of the lock behind him popping open.

His grin growing larger his palms slowly slid the door open. "Always have a backup plan" His fingers finally managed to pry the door open enough for him to squeeze through, which is exactly what he did. Finally on the other side of the door he flicked a causal two fingered salute bidding the duo farewell. "You're a fine fishermen Alex, you did well to hook all my comrades who sailed under the black flag but I'm the slippery fish that got away. Now let's see what Hyrule holds." With that the door slammed shut the lock re-engaging holding it tight. By this time the ruthless monster was already deep within the labyrinth of tunnels that connected Termina to Hyrule, running towards freedom within the darkness between worlds. It would be almost impossible to to predict where he was or where he would turn up.

(Sorry I'm bowing out, but I exited in such a way you guys can continue the thread if you so wished, I'm sure the stand off will still be exciting with the two major characters remaining.)