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A LEGEND OF ZELDA ROLEPLAY
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Horon sat adjacent to the Sunken City, or the Sunken City rest adjacent to Horon City, as the humans would have you believe. Whatever your view it always seemed the two cities were torn asunder by differences for as long as their walls stood. So a few rebellions have put a wedge between the two factions. With the Zora running their own city just northeast of Horon there was no doubt a sense of rivalry, even superiority felt by the human populous here. But they weren't better. No matter how much they tried they couldn't reach the level of dignity and Zora spat about in their arrogance and self-serving pride. Sinnie was a Zora and he too would feel the same, but the Zoera could tell you the dirty secrets that flowed through her waters and not find a speck of the fetching pride they were so vocal about. They kicked around the weak and spoke of democracy when the corruption ran as deep as the ocean. It was a monarchy of money. He was one of them, those who dipped their fingers into blood only to come out free and clear thanks to the money his family had access to. A murderer marked and harbored by tradition, pride, and arrogance. A desire to be better than humans kept him from facing the scales of justice, for now. However such radiance would not last long, so long as he couldn't turn a profit. All attempts to secure a plot of land to build a shop had ended in a failure, thanks to this rivalry.
What was a little racism to excuse silence. Begged for forgiveness wherever he turned: the merchant turned away as men bade their land unfit for shops, taxes too high for a foreign lord to pay. While no lord he was far from the dismal fate of a peasant. Tariffs and taxes aside the Zora knew he could afford the land, were they priced as it was for humans. But there was just always an issue when a Zora reached out to touch the land. After all they had taken a grave as their home. The souls of thousands taken by flood, only to be repurposed by the scavenging predators of the rivers. Still, still Sinnie had to do something. Anything. But walking was long and difficult so he would eventually come to rest on a bench along the muddied cobblestone streets. His hands tucked into the pockets of his billowing cloak before he slumped against the wooden sea, his back sliding down until he was slouched revisiting his private thoughts.
With cobalt blue hair the man stood out enough, but as he relaxed his jaws fell open revealing his heinous set of fangs that were more akin to a monster's mouth than that of a month. His eyes drifted up to the sky as he let his mind wander. "If I can't find some land to purchase..."
His cousin had promised they could run the shop in the Sunken City together if he couldn't branch out on his own. The very thought sent a shiver through the male's body and he sat up, hunching forward. Arms would reach up with his elbows coming to rest on his knees and gloved hands crossing so his chin could find rest on the back of his palms. He could feel eyes burning a hole into his robes, the dark cloak serving to fend off curious eyes and nimble fingers from reaching into his pockets. The soles of his boots were caked in mud, the shine from them gone as the thigh boots reached their age.
"There has to be someone who'd sell land to me..." He grumbled aloud, though would doubt it. He'd honestly buy a shack under a bridge of it meant he did no have to be near his cousin.
Success! He made it in time! Oh how the young male began to worry he wouldn’t make it in time. His mouth almost watered the whole entire time but he made it! Granny was always one who made the best sweets, but she was very strict when it came to time. Usually he would send someone to pick it up for him as it really wasn’t very safe for a king to go about like that, disguise or not. Regardless it wasn’t like some of his elite guards didn’t know where he was and he knew what he was doing. Though a king, he was quite street smart.
With a bag of sweets that most certainly wouldn’t last rather long, Asthar strode down the streets of Horon City with a quick cheerful stride. He had some time to spare so why not take time to enjoy himself? He knew there was work to be done when he returned and though he was sort of putting it off for the moment, he couldn’t say he wasn’t really irresponsible. Moments like these reminded him of who he was and what he had to do. He never wished to lose that and though a king, being amongst the people just reminded him of how he grew up and the path he took to reach where he was.
The disguised king walked on wearing a cloak of yellow that held a hood that he wore over his head. The hood casted a shadow over his face, conceal all but his jaw and almost glowing crimson eyes that nearly shone through the shadow, revealing his sheikah heritage. Those very crimson eyes glanced over at the traveler of sorts, taking notice of the Zora that sat upon the nearby bench and a feeling of curiosity began to build as he was chewing on his sweets.
Asthar knew that Zora’s were unfortunately uncommon in the city. It was something he had been working on dealing with, along with the gorons as well, but it wasn’t as easy to just dispel feelings of racial hate and distrust so easily. Nonetheless he was curious of what this Zora was so concerned about. He heard the words about finding land, but why was it that he needed land and why was it that he was so exasperated? “Why so glum chum?” Asthar said approaching the male with a bright and cheerful smile.
My King! My Liege! My Lord! Two-faced emperor of a fallen nation! They fight for scraps you see, pieces of privilege that were nowhere to be found. It was a wonder that rebellion has not risen again, but so long as the Zora had rivers and the Goron had stone, Horon had peace... The Zora had been deep in his thoughts lamenting the struggles of a simple task, one that would mean his life in a cage or life in the open sea. His hands had crossed, index fingers tapping slowly, rhythmically as he listened to a faint memory in the back of his mind. He was not loyal to titles, but people he could abide by in small doses. Even if he were to look the man in the face he would not see his king. He would not know a lord, nor would he fawn over titles and incidental crowns of tin. His eyes were a sharp cerulean, but only one seemed to focus on the shade-covered lord. The Zora looked to his left than to his right as if to affirm the direction the man spoke. Sitting up the tall aquan would rest his gloved hands onto his thighs and sigh. Socializing was not his favorite passtime. Though he did remember when he spent hours listening to others speak during the summers at the cove. The small talk, the chatter. It was like the important things in life mattered nothing to him. While being called chum rightly seemed offensive he turned his gaze to the man with a strained, half-smile.
"Strange being called chum, you're aware of the context, right? Towards a Zora." Now the man could not be so stupid as to not be aware he was calling the Zora fish-guts, but he has heard wilder claims, like people being able to stop time. Sighing Sinnie would reach up to push his hair from his face, thick bangs still a bit wet from a momentary reprieve with a near and by fountain. "This place." He regarded, eyeing some gossiping hens passing them, tittering at the beast's fangs. Sinnie pursed his lips, attempting to distance his native features with leering gazes.
He looked the man up and down, finding him suspicious, but he too wore a cloak out of necessity. It was a good tactic against pickpockets, though pretty awful when you were accused of it yourself. As he leaned back on the bench, spreading his legs, one could see the louse, pale blue blouse he wore beneath the cloak. He seemed to wear some loose trousers, of which the pantlegs were tucked into his boots, which were thigh high. His hands tucked into his cloak's pockets as he looked off toward a certain collection of shops.
"Just the one-sided business around here. You see it dontcha? Not one good place to buy fish, or good seashells." Nothing of interest to Zora. His gaze returned to the man. "I'm a merchant. And I was looking to set up something nice in this neighborhood, but it seems I'm unwanted." And it wasn't just his tattooed face that was a deterrent either.
Asthar ● 523 ● I'm loyal to money, but that's not to say I'm heartless.
His greeting was innocent though perhaps a slip of the tongue when he didn’t really see the word chum as its other meaning. His tone alone was friendly and he held no ill will as he merely decided to enjoy a nice conversation with this Zora. A hand moved into the pocket of his pants nonchalantly as he listened to the Zora speak on about how he was a merchant of some sort and even about the whole market of Horon.
The Zora did have a point in regards to his words. Horon was filled with certain merchants that didn’t hold as much diversity from the other races. With how the people took to the feeling of other races it was reasonable to think that setting up a business in such a place was going to be difficult, but Horon wasn’t what it was all those years ago back when it was run by Rikel. It was a slow process, but the races are starting to slowly begin to return to Horon, to start or even continue their lives there. A kingdom where the exiled found home...Asthar wanted to clean these streets so all were welcomed.
As the male finished his words, Asthar couldn’t help but raise his hand and hold his chin as a small frown began to form upon his face. “My my my, that is quite troublesome indeed...though the way I see it, it just means much more opportunities for you!” Asthar said as that frown turn to a smile as he lowered his hand from his chin. “For a merchant isn’t it best to be able to provide a product of sorts that most do not have? The lack of competition makes things run more smoothly, gifting you more leverage on prices and so” Asthar said as he couldn’t help but grin a bit. “Even if you’re unwanted, I’m sure that’s not enough to give up now is it!” Asthar said as he spread out his arms dramatically. “Let your product do the talking! Chase not the people but let the people have no choice but to chase you!” Asthar said cheerfully.
The Zora reached up to scratch at his chin. Gloved digits seemed to pull and stretch the leather, causing it squeak under his movements. The fabric was tight and hugged his flesh. He could still feel, but in a limited way. It was one of his few coping mechanisms that kept him from digging into his own flesh. It was one of his few anchors he had in public which made him a touch more stable then he was years ago.
"Opportunities?" He would lean back, crossing his left knee over his leg before he would quirk a brow. "Who are you?" He tilted his head, though the question seemed more rhetorical than anything. "You're far too optimistic for a Holodrum." He pushed forward before shifting his weight to stands, arms still tucked close to his sides. At six and three Next towered over most, but his loose clothing gave a false sense of size and weight that could only be determined when he was bare skin to back, something he hardly ever was.
Though Nex did understand him. Lamentations would not being him closer to his goal, which seemed exceedingly unfair to expect him to endeavor so quickly. He had only been back home a few months after his journey back from the Western Coast. He knows this as all a ploy to get him back down. But there was no way he was going to give Panos that kind of power. That arrogant sea slug was about as dangerous as a torch in a barn.
"Well--" he looked to the man. "For someone so bright and cheerful maybe you know a landlord in Horon willing to sell to a Zora." He parted his jaws, making good on his claim as he put his fangs on display.
But in truth his jaw was getting stiff and he needed to stretch it. As they spoke a young girl rushed up to them, she seemed quite young, much too much to be wandering certain parts of town alone. She looked to them, moving to reach you for the Zora's cloak before hiding behind him and Asthar if she could. A woman ran by, looking flustered. When she looked to the men, she seemed to consider worth in approaching hem, but after eyeing the aqueous male in disgust she went on. The girl peeked out from behind them and looked.
"Misters... Can you help me? Ah'm looking for my cat." She looked down to the direction where the woman headed off towards. "Before Miss Matron can find me." Matron?
That woman was probably an orphanage director. And this…
His arms spread out and wide despite being in public. Asthar always did have a knack of theatricals. He never forced it and just did as he pleased and being one who his concealed it allowed him for much more freedom than a king should normally have. When asked about who he was, the hooded king merely placed his arm across his chest and grinned as he gave the Zora a bow. “Me? I am but a simple mercenary!” Asthar said as he stood up straight once more and grinned cheerfully. “Delterogue is the name, tis a pleasure to meetcha!” Asthar said in his cheerful tone.
His new conversation buddy seemed to be a rather downer, questioning his optimism, though that was just the kind of guy he was. He wasn’t one to foolishly believe optimistically in everything, but one needed to be optimistic at times and just thinking negatively all the time didn’t help. In response to the stranger’s words, Asthar just smirked. “Well, better to be optimistic than just sit around brooding” Asthar said.
It seemed that the Zora seemed to be having problem finding a landlord to merely buy land from, most likely get a place to set up shop on. Of course, as king he had the power to at the very least secure land for him quite easily, but it wasn’t that easy, at least for Asthar. Asthar was generous, but not just so generous that he would suddenly give land to some he just met on the streets. If they wanted land, they needed to earn it in some way. Of course there were ways that one could claim some land, a way that entered his mind. As said before, Asthar was a generous one and should he have time he had some sort of plan. “Well...” Asthar began to say but stopped as there was a sudden interruption as a little girl suddenly came darting towards the two men.
The young girl seemed as if she was hiding from something, or rather someone. Crimson eyes would eventually take notice of the matron that walked by, causing the king to raise an eyebrow. It didn’t take a genius to realize that the girl was hiding from the matron. For what reason was the girl hiding from the matron exactly? Did he have to pay the orphanage a visit? When the matron was out of sight, the male got on one knee to get to her level and listened to her speak on about her cat and Asthar couldn’t help but let out a small sigh as he smiled.
“Geez kiddo, you’re going to make the matron worry” Asthar said as he reached forward and placed a hand on top of her head and ruffled her hair with a chuckle. “here!” Asthar said as he reached into his bag and pulled out one of his best sweets and handed it to her before standing and suddenly attempted to grab the Zora into a headlock. “Don’t worry! Me and my new buddy will get your cat back before the matron finds you!” Asthar said cheerfully.
A mercenary? It made sense. The hooded visage, the rowdy, upbeat attitude? Mercenary didn't follow the same social customs as ordinary folk. He would see them quite cheerful after a well paying job, buying rounds for all in the tavern afterwards to share their riches. Of course Nex hasn't been to a tavern since nearly started a Goron-Zora war, but that seemed a lifetime ago. He was young, foolish, and he drank. Brushing his tongue over his lip the predator rejected the notion of his former addiction stirring up trouble again, so he would leave it at that.
"I don't know." He pulled back his lips, brows flattening as his expression fell. "I think brooding really shows off the colors in my eye." He motioned his hand, sarcastic remark a clearly in jest because we'll -- it wasn't as if he could help it. He knows he can be a bit pessimistic, but you try having a good attitude when you were wanted for a crime of passion. "In any case, Delterogue…" Stupid ass human named. "You can call me Nex." Because that was all he'd give.
Nex shivered a bit once the woman had passed them by. He was sure she would seek to interrogate then, but glancing over at the human he was sure he was too suspicious to approach. Look at his smiling face and gorgeous face! Of what you could see of it. Definitely suspicious. Little would Nex realize that his face was taken to be that of a gangster what with his sour expression and inked features. He sighed a breathe of relief. He didn't need to add child endangerment to his list of woes.
He child blinked joyfully as the offer of sweets, taking it without hesitation.
Than the attack!
Nex hrrked at suddenly being jerked into a headlock, squirming as his scales seemed to tighten. If he wasn't already blue he was sure to turn down a few shades. "You're hurting me." Though one would presume it was because the man was quite physically fit, but no. He sighed, just glad it was a little less troublesome to deal with men. "I-I guess we've no choice." He tapped Delterogue's arm, trying to tap out of the hold. "But I need warn you cats don't like me very much..." He lamented his relationship with the furry animals.
"Really misters? When ya find her will you bring her back to the orphanage?" She clasped her hands together. "She's ah calico color and has big green eyes. She answers ta Maribelle!" She regarded before giggling and hurrying off after the Matron.
Nex sighed. "Great. Where would we find a cat in this town?" Likely sarcasm because a city like Horon wouldn't be complete without it's cat population.
It shouldn't be too hard. Cats went where the food was at, so likely nearer the open air markets and food shops!
The Zora before him kind of had a point in regards to his brooding. The ladies did have the hots for the bad boy brooding types so that was a good technique, though Asthar didn’t really think the male was putting on guise just to grab some attention. Nonetheless it seemed the two were now acquainted as he received the Zora’s name. A simple response but Asthar could work with it.
Asthar was always a sucker for helping out little kids. Their innocence and adorableness was quite an effective blow to his defenses. His original goal was to use his time to help out ol Nexy to find him a place of business, but it seems finding a cat was the more important thing for him.
Asthar just continued to grin as he held his new companion in his grip. In a way Asthar was much stronger than he looked and Nex didn’t seem as strong as his appearance led him to believe. “That should be no problem! Just scare the cat over to me! Teamwork!” Asthar said as he felt the tap and released the male from his grip. Once again, Asthar dropped down to one knee and gave the girl a cheerful grin. “Of course! We’ll bring her back before you know it!” Asthar said as he ruffled her hair once more. “Now then return back to the matron and don’t go running around talking to strangers...got it?” Asthar said as he got back up.
With everything set, Asthar crossed his arms and smiled as he watched the girl run off happily believing in them. Thinking on it, Aizen always did say that he needed a heir as soon as possible, but as much as he liked kids, he wasn’t ready to be a dad...especially when he wasn’t sure if Aryllia would even want the life of a royal.
Asthar shook those thoughts aside and smirked as he turned his attention over to Nex. “well, we’d better hurry before our target gets too far. She can’t be too far” Asthar said as he closed his eyes and held his chin in thought. “now then, what we need is a bait. Cats are quite troublesome to capture so we need something to capture their attention...” Asthar said as he glanced over towards the deeper part of town. “Cats enjoy food, so lets start with finding where this Maribelle is...” Asthar said.
The Zora was trapped in the man's grip. He wasn't finding this a pleasant position, but he was trapped. Giving up the struggle he had sunk down against the man's covered forearm, his dark blue eyes glaring over the meaty limb. He sighed, brows pinching his eyes to narrow. He wasn't so sure becoming an ornament for a tree was part of his original plans for today. None of this was. It seemed all would fall astray and further ramshackle by the whims of the treacherous youth. Maybe if she stayed where she was supposed to they'd have no concern of a missing cat.
He always got in all sorts of mischief when he pulled from his mother's find, some of which he could not recover from.
The Zora looked to the man and sighed. "You shouldn't have made such an oath. If we are unable to locate the creature one can be sure the child would be ride with scorn." Children could become bitter quite quickly.
Nevertheless he would wander into that part of down with Delterogue. It seemed relatively busy, and messy! It was the perfect next for rats so one was sure to find some cats skulking about. The Zora winced and moved to pull his hood over his head. It was too much of a crowd to properly squeeze through, though one would think the lithe Zora be best for such a task. He looked around. The ground was littered with debris. Food scraps, old containers and broken bits of cloth and wooden carts.
There was a particular stall that caught Nex's attention. "Oh, a fish stall…" he was hungry. It had been hours since he's taken a good break and with their new task he was starving, but the stall would not only be popular among Zora, but cats. A few mewling, furred demons er, cats, stalked about the fishmonger's feet in hopes he'd make a mistake and drop a treat.
Perhaps Nex was right, perhaps it was wrong to promise something that there was a possibility that he wouldn’t be able to fulfil that promise, but at the same time he couldn’t just ignore her. If he didn’t help her then who would? At the very least he wanted the girl to know that there were some people out there that were willing to help and it was something that Asthar wanted to do. That being said, Asthar walked a bit ahead and looked over his shoulder at Nex, closing his eyes with a bright smile. “All the more reason we find this cat! Nice to see you care enough for the kid to worry about her like that!” Asthar said cheerfully. Nex seemed rather antisocial, but he was joining him in this little quest so there must have been some interest the Zora must of held.
Despite his words and cheery attitude, finding a cat was going to be a time consuming thing and he knew that his time wasn’t as free as he wished it was. It was upon this realization he could help but slump a bit as he rubbed the back of his hooded neck. “ah...though Aiz is going to kill me” Asthar grumbled to himself. In the end he knew that if he didn’t return back he was perhaps going to be getting a scolding. He rushed a bit looking around eagerly, but when he heard Nex’s words about a fish stall his attention quickly turned to the cart.
“Perfect! Cats enjoy a nice fish to devour!” Asthar said smiling happily as he walked over to the stall. “hmm smells good!” Asthar said looking over at the merchant was cooking a few fish over a flame. “Lemme grab three pops!” Asthar said as he pulled out a few rupees and made the transaction. A grin formed on his face as he received a trio of cooked trout on a stick and handed one over to Nex. “On the house!” Asthar said taking a bite of his own while waving the other in his hand. “Oi! Maribelle! We got some tasty fish for you!” Asthar yelled out.
Maybe he had gotten in over his head? He has been floundering about for hours and has barely had two bites. Approaching the vendor Nex would shamelessly purchase himself a tub of fish guts, or as fishermen called it: chum. It was great for luring large, predatory fish to the surface of the water, but here it seemed to be doing a particularly fantastic job of drawing Nex to the stall. With his container in hand the Zora would scoop a handful into his mouthful. He chewed on the bits, though one could hardly call gnashing over softened fish ends chewing.
"Huh?" It seems he had gotten distracted.
When Delterogue approached to collect the fish Nex would turn around and eye him doubtfully. Cats didn't like fish, well none of the mangy furballs he knew did. They much preferred to bite at his boots, though that could have been because he waded in the ocean a lot of the time... Ah well. When the brute shouted Nex leaned his head away, his good eye squinting.
"Just screaming isn't going to--" 'Mao!'
Or, maybe. Looking towards the mewling one could easily spot a calico colored kitten perched along the lip of one of the stone buildings. It looked like the bakery, but as they thought their efforts met, the duo would soon find themselves swarmed with cats. These did not look the sweet, gentle natured neighborhood cats. No these were the nasty toms that ruled the dank alleys. They heard the dinner bell and its there boys. Nex took a step back, clutching his chum bucket.
"Delterogue..." This was shady! They needed to make a quick escape!
The bakery was across the street, but there was a Sea of yowling cats ready to do what it took to get themselves a meal. Spooked by the surge of cats Maribelle ducked into the second floor window of the baker's. The first floor was the shop but the second was the private abode, as with most two story shops in Horon!
When in such a busy place filled with all sorts of things and people it was rather hard to be able to find whatever it was a person was looking for. If one dropped something or misplaced something then that was going to be a challenge, but they had the good fortune that their target had a name and had the ability to hear as well. Asthar saw that as a grace, something that they took advantage of and so his yelling began. Of course he really didn’t care about gathering attention, hell so long as it was the attention of the target then who gave a damn?
Nex clearly didn’t seem to think this would work and he had very good reason to believe so, nonetheless he had to try! Upon Nex’s words, it seemed like the cat was on the king’s side as the meow of response seemed to prove Asthar’s words were correct. “HAH! See! Told ya it’d work now we just...got...to...damn it...” Asthar began to say rather cheerfully only for his tone to devolve into a somber one as he just noticed the swarm of cats beginning to form right before them, bearing a hunger that seemed rather threatening.
“oh? Looking for a fight?” Asther said calm and almost coldly as he placed a grip upon the sheath of his blade that rested upon his waist. Flicking his thumb, the blade rose from his sheath, letting out a click as Asthar looked forward narrowing his eyes. “Then I shall respond to your challenge...” Asthar said as he threw the fish he held up into the air and took hold of the blade’s handle, crouching slightly. The fish fell downward and as it grew close, Asthar swung his blade, the flat part of the blade hitting the fish and knocking it towards the swarm of cats, almost as if he used his sword like a baseball bat. Sheathing his blade as quick as possible, he turned away and grabbed the back of Nex’s shirt and pulled him as he began to run “RUN! RUN! RUN!” Asthar yelled.
It was inconceivable that a man could be so immature. Surely he had enough worldly experience that you did not catch toms with honey, and certainly not fish. All he did was draw their ire. The sense of dread to fill Nex was an expected result of having so many threatening, gnashing fangs beset upon you by the witless endeavors of a boob. Maybe he could just quit his day job and join a circus… he's been played for a fool enough times over.
"What are you doing…?" Nex looked toward Delterogue as he reached for his blade. "Surely you jest…?" Please let this be a bad joke!
At Delterogue's acceptance of the tom's challenge the rather husky feline would snarl out, yowling at the pretentious wanderer. The other cats followed suit as this brute was their ticket to an easy meal. The cats' and Nex's eyes were on the disguised Lord's movements as he flung the fish through the air. The floundering filet of flesh flew through the air before flopping down into the center of the cats. Silence followed. Nex felt Delterogue's hand grab the back of his collar. The cats let out yowling wails as the lunged for the treat, creating an amorphous ball of fluff and fangs, fighting each other for dominance over the stray mackerel.
"You bast--urf!" Nex couldn't complete his sentences before he was lurched from his position, his precious chum falling to the floor, abandoned, but bait for the feral cats. "Are you crazy??" He would nearly hit the ground running but manage to keep up with the mercenary, barely at pace with the man.
He was a fish after all and with two left find landlocked athleticism was not his forte! He hurried across the stone bridge towards the bakery. The cats would quickly get through their tributes before taking note of Delterogue's and Nex's attempted escape. The leading tom yowled and riled up the mob, sending them after the pair. Nex pushed the bakery door open and tumbled in, unsure if the brute was behind him.
The Zora would trip and find himself faceplanting into a shelved pie. Blinking he would pull his face from the warm, gooey custard. Licking his lips he hummed appreciatively.
"Pumpkin." A bit too sweet and too firm a texture, but it was pretty good.
The baker seemed a bit surprised at the sudden intrusion, only to motive that said delinquent was a Zora. "Doesn't your kind just stay underwater? Why do you gotta come mess up my shop?" The owner was an older fellow who seemed to specialize in pies and small decorative pastries. It wasn't the only bakery in town but it happened to be the one on that road!
Delterogue had a split second to try and close the door behind him, leaving the ferals stuck outside, but if he failed they'd be surfing a sea of angry felines.
His blade now sheathed and his hand now having a tight grip upon his buddy’s collar. His plan worked marvelously and the cats began to fight over their mean, but Asthar knew that this wouldn’t last long and whatever ire they had would be upon them. It was why he couldn’t spend time dawdling and pulled his friend along. Handling a bunch of cats wasn’t really something he couldn’t handle, hell he could probably use it as a good form of training, but it wasn’t like he wanted to go around slicing up cats.
Asthar was rather nimble and fast, something a boon from his years of training though it seemed that the Zora was not. Asthar continued to drag him along until his companion managed to gather his footing and follow along. All the while Asthar ran with a bright grin on his face, almost as if he was enjoying the moment. They had their destination in mind and once Nex was able to run properly he began to run alongside him until finally, they closed in to the bakery up ahead.
Nex managed to burst in first and it kind of surprised Asthar as he rushed in first immediately shutting the door behind him and leaning against it, sliding down and began laughing happily as he tried to catch his breath. The moment he glanced over at Nex he couldn’t help but burst into an even louder form of laughter as he got up and patted the Zora's shoulder “Gotta say, that is a nice look! The ladies will think you’re quite sweet!” Asthar said tossing a handkerchief into his messy face as he walked over to the baker and pulled out some rupees and slammed it on the nearby counter.
“That should cover it for the pie! I must say it looks like you make some delicious treats around here” Asthar said with his usual bright and cheerful tone, but then that faded all of a sudden as his smiling face turned to a scowl in a mere instant. “but if you speak to him like that again and we’ll be having some problems...” Asthar suddenly said almost threateningly, the tone of his voice was much more serious and almost chilling. Walking over to a nearby grin, the male once again smiled his cheerful smile and he sat down with a bright smile. “Aaaaaaaaanyways, a cat we’ve been looking for has entered into your shop up above” Asthar said pointing upwards at the second floor. “Once we grab the feline we’ll be out of your hair in no time! Hell, we might even buy a few things!” Asthar said grinning.
Nex was unperturbed by the shopkeeps more ignorant remarks. He had moved to his feet, letting the pie tin fall into his gloved palms. He was going to have to pay for this for smashing it anyway, he may as well enjoy it. It was sheer dumb luck Nex had gotten ahead of Delterogue. While the fish was no Marathon champion he was clumsy and quick to realize when his number was up. He wasn't going to be the living scratching post for a thousand angry cats. He crossed a leg over his knee as he ate the pie, sans ant sort of utensils. Why ask? He narrowed his dark eyes at the meandering merc as the grating puns rambled from his lips.
"Oh please." He hissed, clearly offended by the man's sense of humor. "It isn't even that sweet. I bet their pumpkins weren't ripe yet." He shot a critical glare at the shopkeeps, though it would seem that the man was disinclined to tolerate the owner's inhospitable behavior towards him.
Nex furrowed his brows. He was honestly quite used to it. While the slanderous advocations of his neighbors never broke past endearing nuisances the Zora could not recall the last time another had stood up for him like that, well... Maude has, but she had a strong familiarity with his more prickly nature and she was clever enough to know he did not mean ill, most of the time, when he acted. Farrah certainly could provide positive rave reviews, but he felt she was a touch biased at times. She had the chance to see more of his private times of weakness that few others could afford. He felt a bit humbled by the man's open defense when had been nothing but grumpy since they met.
It wasn't as if Nex didn't have a reason to be grumpy. He did feel annoyed by this guy. He acts so immature and just excited about every damn thing! Nex was... he was -- envious of him. Delterogue reminded him of how he used to look at the world. What kept him from seeing it like that again? Fear? Nostalgia? Hurt? The Zora scoffed and pushed to stand, setting the empty tin aside. He would tuck his hands into his pockets before making his way towards the stairwell. This place was -- kinda nice. He halls were a little wider than most, though the steps were steep, causing the trout to tumble on his way up. He moved to the side, waiting for the dashing rogue to follow. There were three rooms to check: a linen closet, a tea room and bed room.
"You didn't have to say anything to him..." He mumbled under his breathe as he first checked the linen, narrowing his eyes at this fellows selection of bedsheets and towels. Were all humans just lacking in a sense of fashion? "Really -- beige sheets?" He scoffed and swung the door closed, only for the sound of a meow to come from the tea room.
It seems Maribelle had climbed out of the tea room window and was calling to another cat below. It seems the little princess had a prince serenading her. It was the fat cat of the neighborhood! He had subdued the fish Asthar had thrown and was bringing it as a gift! The caterwauling was getting rather loud though.