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"Fish here! Delicious fish, straight from Lake Hylia!" "Apples, oranges and other fruits! Please come by!" "Custom vases just for you! A cheap price!"
Such is the ordinary hassle of the castle market - filled with energy and variety. There's always something happening somewhere, and it's always new every day despite the misfortunes that have raged across the land lately. People try to keep their chins up, even though to some eyes it might be obvious that their positivity is one of necessity and not one of reason. Deep inside, a lot of these people are afraid for themselves, their families and their futures. What will it hold? So far, none can really tell. But a hooded man among the crowd has his idea of their future.
"Cowards." That's all he had to say. But the situation didn't justify just one word. "One single disaster, and they're already on their toes. They've no right." He muttered to himself. The man had taken a seat at a tea house deep within the market. He was careful not to be too loud, as he didn't want to create any unnecessary hostilities between himself and the entire market. The other people at the coffee house were talking about the weather, work, family and whatnot. All very trivial things in comparison to the situation at hand. Ignorant, the man would think. "Would you like to refill your tea, sir?" The tea lady had taken notice of his empty cup and was already prepared to remedy that situation. "Yes, I would like that very much." The man responded. "On whose name, if I may ask?" The tea lady requested. "Veltuzar Vinril." He responded. "Are you a regular? I think I may have seen you before." The lady asked curiously. "Oh, you've seen me before. Under different names. We all have to keep our secrets, don't we?" The man who called himself Veltuzar responded with a grin and laughed it off. "If you say so, sir." The lady responded with a smile, although the smile appeared to be forced. It's not hard to offend people, especially not when you're unwilling to share your name. "Stop!" Veltuzar felt somewhat guilty. He's a regular here, and he felt as though he could trust the tea lady. "I shall be very honest with you. My name is Veltuzar Roxil. I meant no disrespect." He further added. "None taken, sir. I assume you have a reason to maintain secrecy." The tea lady responded with a genuine smile, and walked away. "You've no idea." Veltuzar mumbled for himself while scratching his beard. He left some additional rupees on the table and then got up from his seat and went back into the market crowd.
He wasn't particularly fond of travelling the market. It was overly crowded, easy to get lost in, noisy and above all else pushy. He must've been pushed around one time every ten seconds. But crowds are easy to blend into. Well, would've been if you weren't a Twili. Nevertheless, the market is diverse, and he has seen at least ten Twili around since he arrived. He then inspected his pouch, just in case, realizing that he's not in the safety of attic of some obscure bar back in the Twilight Realm. Nothing appeared to be gone, but he still held his hand over it very carefully, just in case. Finally, he managed to escape the crowd and walked to public garden.
He could still hear the market nearby, but in comparison, this place was peaceful, and the wind was easier to feel, the air easier to breathe. He felt somewhat at peace here. He sat down again on a bench and enjoyed his tea while looking at the various plants of the area. He took out a very tiny case from his pouch and opened it. It was one of the flowers that he had planted at home. It came from a long dynasty of similar flowers that had originated from a time since before the Sheikah that tried to obtain the Triforce were banished to the Twilight Realm. He looked around to see if he could find any flowers that looked like the one he had raised. Alas, there was nothing similar to be found. "Nothing." He sighed and continued drinking his tea.
The open markets and busy streets of Castle Town were exactly what Circe had expected. Loud vendors selling their wares on every sidewalk, people milling about at the height of the afternoon sun. Circe weaved between people, gliding through the crowd smoothly as though no one actually noticed her, or as if she parted them with her thoughts. Everywhere, Hylians, Gerudos, Gorons, occasional Twili, and Zoras were moving in and out of the streets and buildings as they went about their day. None the wiser to the danger lurking in their streets.
No, with the ensuing chaos from Elezear taking the city and the throne, and the disapperance of the royal family. Castle Town had much larger things to worry itself about, even as its locals tried to resume their lives as though it hadn't just been ripped from under their feet. Which was why Circe was here, for that chaos. She'd heard the tales, and planned to see this Zoran prince for herself. Not many of the Zora hated their own kind the way these two did. Destiny had decided their fates, but from what Circe could tell; both of them were taking it back into their own hands.
As the witch rounded a turn out of the market towards the main square, a figure rammed into her shoulder, hard enough to send her off balance by a step before she righted herself. Self control stretched thin by the desire to grab the offender and explain to him what running into people thoughtlessly meant. But he'd run off, and Circe was focused on a goal, one so very close.
"Imagine what the man could do to his own home," Circe spoke her thoughts aloud, musing over the chaos people allowed to rule their lives recently. She admired anyone with a swift ability to take what they wanted, she was much the same. Always planning, always ready to reach out and take from the Zora what they'd stolen from her.
Outside of the market, the city as quieter. More people stared at the Zora woman as she glided her way across cobblestone streets. Gold eyes staring at everything and everyone unflinchinly. Her stark white hair was loose down her back, inside the city walls she no longer dressed like a traveler. Instead she kept her hair loose as she preferred it, wearing loose clothes, like the nearly sheer top and skirt that split to reveal pants. No weapons of any sort to be found.
Circe flicks her eyes across most people she passes, wondering who recognized the tales of the Zora Witch. Wondering if she'd see a familiar face or the face of someone who could get her closer to her goal. Her eyes stop on a particular Twili man, sitting and drinking tea. The only figure she'd seen cloaked who wasn't scurrying around alleys. Her eyebrow twitched upwards in curiosity at the figure.
Veltuzar enjoyed the breeze for a moment. It's different from home. It has a certain energy to it that the one back home doesn't. He looks at his rose once more and merely stares at it. It takes a few seconds before he finally puts it back in his small case and places it in his pouch. He looks around, watching people commit to their daily activities as if nothing has happened lately. Shameful people, he thought. They say you don't know what you've lost until it's gone. These people don't even understand afterwards. They'd even pretend that their would-be-Queen never existed. His thoughts became increasingly unpleasant, as his emotions became increasingly clouded with anger. But suddenly, it stops.
"And they call me a traitor." He mutters. He was about to say something else, but stopped himself, remembering that despite the tranquility, there's still people around. Finally, he stands up and started walking away, but stopped, noticing a Zora that looked at him peculiarly. He stared back for a moment, as thoughts went through his mind. Does she recognize me? Have I met her before? Is she a spy? Worse yet, did she hear anything I had to say? He was frozen in thoughts, but managed to pull himself together. The staring was awkward at this point. He finally moved towards her. He needed to know if she was a threat to him, and even if she wasn't, it was still obvious that he'd caught her attention somehow, and he could use a conversational partner while he's bored.
Veltuzar kept in mind that she could very well be a threat, and was prepared to use magic if absolutely necessary. He finally stood before her, bowed, looked directly into her eyes golden eyes and offered his arm. "May I have a walk with you, ma'am?" He requested courteously. "Pardon me for putting you on the spot, but these streets are terribly filled with falsehoods. I am curious to see whether or not you're one of them."
She had caught his attention, in some form at least. Circe could tell by the way the man stiffened in his spot, eyes gazing right back at her. Satisfied that she had done something to this mysterious stranger she turns her head, keeping his cloaked form in her peripherals. A slow smile stretching her lips as she continues her walk. She watches him stand rather abruptly and make his way towards her, and out of curiosity, she lets him.
He offers her an arm, displaying a confidence that meant he knew who she was and was not afraid of what she could do, or he was completely ignorant of what he faced down. Circe had so rarely spent any time conversing with the Twili, one of the less sociable races. The Isle wasn't there home after all.
"Me? Well, how could I refuse such a direct approach?" Circe replies, slipping a pale arm through his casually, as if to the rest of the town they were old friends.
Of all the beings on this world, men had always been the most intolerable to Circe. She'd hated most that she'd come across, but rarely were they Twili and so brave to approach her like this one. The brave ones were the stupid ones thinking her weak, unable to stop them from taking what they wanted. Like fools.
When the stranger speaks of falsehoods, she can't help the breathy laugh that escapes her. Lips barely parting from the sound as she watches him, gold eyes unflinching. "The cloaked stranger speaks of falsehoods, does he? To be a falsehood I would very much have to lie to you, and as I have said nothing about me, there is no falsehood you could perceive in me," her tone is measured, no doubt eloquent with her words and calculated.
"But what about you? Hiding from something? Someone? That speaks very closely to a falsehood, stranger."
OOC: Aight, found a template I like. But I'm still fiddling around with its appearance. 'Til that's done, this ugly mess will have to do.
Caught off guard by the perfectly valid point, Veltuzar coughed it off and more or less pretended it never happened. "Yes, you make a valid point. Nevertheless, it's not that sort of falsehood I am referring to. We all have something to hide from, and sometimes it's logical. It is not cowardly to hide if you intend to strike when the time is right. It is however cowardly to hide from oneself."
He gestured towards the crowd surrounding them. "Look at all these... these traitors! These fools and cowards. They would rather pretend that they are not staring at the face of catastrophe. They are pretending that their realm has not been betrayed by the Goddesses and suffered unfair tragedies. They would pretend that nothing has happened at all. They are obviously afraid and uncertain, so they'd rather not face the facts. They are using false smiles, making themselves false promises and wearing false masks. They are a cowardly people, aren't they?" At this point he made no effort to hide his disgust for the Hylians in particular. His calm and relatively relaxed voice had been replaced with one of anger and annoyance. "My people lost everything. And we made every effort to take back what we had lost. These people? They don't deserve to be free. They don't even value the stone on their streets." He immediately caught himself, fully aware he's on potentially hostile grounds, and immediately returned to his otherwise calm and collected self, ending his rambling.
"Pardon me, I got somewhat carried away. And I would rather not end up on the hangman's list of people he doesn't like" He inspected the area to see if anyone had caught his ramble. No one appeared to have noticed him. At ease, he started to relax and kept walking with the mysterious Zora woman through the garden area. Thoughts went through his head, as he realized that he may have revealed ore about himself than he had intended, and he still hardly knew anything about the Zora woman beyond the fact that she is a Zora woman. He took a sip from the cup of tea that he held on his left hand. Unfortunately, it was already about halfway empty. However Veltuzar had a general understanding of the area and already had at least three teahouses in mind in case he should run out. He took yet another sip, then decided to inquire with but a simple question to the Zora. "I realize we haven't properly introduced ourselves. What's your name, Ma'am?"
Circe can't hide the smirk that appears at the small win she has gained over this stranger. Though she was surprised to find herself rather enjoying this banter, not many tried to have it with her and few very rarely ever got the better of her either. But this stranger, so eccentric in his passion over perceived falsehoods.
"Well, do believe that I'm quite the open book with myself, it'd be deadly not to be," she tells him, her gaze lingering on those who cross their paths. Quite the unusual pair, a Twili and a gold-eyed Zora; so similar to the King who has taken up new residency. No doubt she put the people on edge. The witch could almost taste the tangible tension in the air.
The Twili goes on quite the rant, and Circe just simply listens, analyzing what he says and saving the information or later. He is clearly quite passionate about this, and she's surprised at the hatred he clearly felt for many of the denizens around them. Even Circe could merely tolerate them, though men gave her a much shorter temper. The Zora, were those she despised. "I find that, in much the same passion, there are those I despise for their cowardice. Nothing is less pitiful than a man too afraid or too blind to do anything. You'll find that there are those who fear the unknown but do nothing to stop it. What you see here is that very thing. Soon, these people will turn on each other, and they'll all die because of their cowardice and stupidity." unlike her compatriot, Circe keeps her voice rather low, a soft and brutal whisper. She shows no less passion in the dark look in her gold eyes as they sweep the crowd.
"The hangman may not be your only enemy to fear..." she breathes softly, eyes trailing up to the castle casting shadows over the town. Circe smiles, not a kind smile, rather cruel and malicious in it's intent, but still beautiful on that rather cruel face. "I am called Circe."
Veltuzar froze for a second when she said her name. Circe. He had heard that name before over stories at taverns. A name that is to be feared if the stories are to be believed. He considered for a moment to withdraw his arm from hers, but instead, to his own surprise, he decided to hold on to her arm slightly tighter. There was clearly something unnerving about Circe, but he was evidently not burning alive yet. As far as he can tell, he has at the very least successfully amused her. "My name is Veltuzar." He responded.
Rumors are rumors and a fact is walking right next to him, he thought. Evidently, there's some measure of trust to be granted here, even if he should stand on guard for potential less than friendly magical wonders. In a way, he felt more at ease knowing this. At least he knows she ain't after him. "I know who you are Circe. I've heard about you." Veltuzar whispered, trying not to attract too much attention to the two. He had returned to his normally calm posture once more. "A few fires here, a few murders there. Word travels around quickly. Not that I'm going to condemn you. There's a difference between someone betraying their nation, and a nation betraying that someone." He added. As far as he's concerned, this is merely yet more proof of the insufferable ways of the Light World kingdoms and peoples.
He took yet another sip from his tea, realizing that he was quickly going empty. He was about to look around for teahouses, but opted not to. Strangely, he found himself enjoying the woman's company. It could be awfully lonely being in hiding, and though he tried to maintain a tough image, he couldn't help but appreciate the moment. He even felt like pointing it out to her.
"You know, it isn't always I get to have a relaxing walk with a beautiful woman. I feel that I must express my gratitude, and that I find this highly enjoyable."
Veltuzar resisted adding any more details of chivalric nature. He has tried hard not to be the man encompassing the same virtues as the Royal Army for quite some time, and he had no intention falling back on his word anytime soon. "In any case, if it isn't too much to ask, may I ask what one such as yourself is doing among these people?"
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As soon as she felt the grip on her arm tighten, she knew. The strange Twili, Veltuzar, had figured out who she was. And she could tell he was nervous. But he gave her a name, one she did not recognize, though she'd be surprised if she recognized many of the Twili, her encounters with them were quite limited until this point. "What a pleasure, Veltuzar," she says, practically purring out the word 'pleasure' and his name. She'd love to see him try and create a falsehood out of who she was, all the rumors that trailed behind her in the smoke. Every incident being used to strike fear into the Zora who so ruthlessly shunned her, she'd show them what ruthless was.
"Very few have ever seen it that way, Veltuzar. After all, I am a monster. Born from tales used to scare children in the night. 'Beware the witch, lest ye fall into her fangs and talons'." Circe mocks, laughing softly at the idea told to small children. "I find my powers to be a gift, despite what the Zora think. Their small minds don't know what true power really is."
Very rarely, had Circe so simply wandered an area seemingly at peace with what's around her. Rarer still, did she do it with a man on her arm she had no intentions of murdering. It was, almost relaxing, to the young Zora woman.
When Veltuzar admits to enjoying this walk, there's another surge of amusement in her. Not that it was his fault, many men whose chivalric nature had gotten the better of them had said similar things, Circe had learned to use her beauty as an advantage. The only difference now, was that this man knew who she was and what she could do.
"From your earlier rant, it suggests you are not the fan of this realm. But what of your own?" she asks, glancing over at him with gold eyes that almost lazily look him over. Seemingly carelessly, though Circe intentionally looked for any bit of weaponry or magical ability he may hide should the need arise. "You seem to know my plight well, to put it simply, I'm looking for the one being in this realm who shares a similar experience to my own. And he resides rather recently in this castle."
WORDS: || TAGGED: @veltuzar || MUSIC || NOTES:sorry its kinda short
Veltuzar was pleased to find that some of his suspicions were unfounded, but displeased that others might very well be true. He was unsure whether or not he could place his trust upon a witch who cared very little for the lives of others. Still, she had yet to cause him any harm, and he was enjoying himself so far. Therefore he decided that he could remain cordial despite the risks that follows.
He listened to Circe talk about herself as if she was some sort of monster. He took care not to interrupt, but found himself disagreeing. Monsters, he would argue, are only monsters because people name them as such. Monsters who can't communicate, much less show signs of sentient intelligence, were only animals who do what they have to do in order to survive. On the other hand, monsters who walks among us are only named as such, because people tend to not understand monsters.
Veltuzar had finished his tea, when he realized that she was referencing the recent conqueror of this land. He was not particularly pleased with honoring seeming sociopaths, but he decided not to comment on it, and remained stoic as to not reveal his stance on it. But he would respond to her inquiry, after all, she would neither benefit from taking him down and likely not care much for what's happening at home.
"I am... less than welcome where I hail from." He responded, almost cryptically. "If you know anything about the history of the Twilight Realm and its' influence in Hyrulean history, you probably know that the royalty has been less than stable. Zant being a notable usurper who brought down the reigning monarch at the time, Midna, then launched a great invasion of the Light World with Hyrule being the center of the conquest. To put it simply, while he was met with great success, he failed and Midna was restored to the throne. Ever since that, there's been a bit of infighting. Some people would think they have the right to rule more than others."
He then calmly and more laid back casually said "I am one of those people." He tried not to bring any attention to himself. "Most would reign for the sake of reigning. Just to have that fancy title. King. Queen. Twilight Princess. Whatever they prefer. But a ruler must be more than that. A ruler must exercise their power and use it for the purpose they see fit. My purpose?"
He whispered carefully to Circe. "End these degenerates. They should either join the fold or die resisting. They are no better than the people down here. Needless to say, I've made a few enemies along the way."
He then chuckled. "It's funny. Talking about this while walking among them. You are right with one statement. The hangman is not the only enemy to fear. Often, the enemy walks among us."
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Circe's gaze returns to their walk. The sunlight of the afternoon drifting down between buildings and onto the streets, she watches people live their lives ignorant to the enemies around them. She can see the shadows moving at the edges of her vision, Eleazar's men of the Rogue Order keeping their presence in Castle Town unknown but their influence felt. The witch could feel the tension stirring in the air, and while the two walked on in similar stance to those around them, she found that they stood out. A Twili and golden-eyed Zora.
There was not trust to be found in the Twili, Circe hadn't trusted another being in quite some time, but at the very least amiable companionship while she studied the area and its people was enough. She had found, rather amusingly, that it seemed to be enough for him. Circe even thought that Veltuzar may harbor more distaste for the citizens here than even she did.
"I have read many things on the Era of the Twilight Princess. I understand that Twili are rather long lived like their cousins of this realm. You'll find I feel very little on the subject, though I do respect those who would take power for themselves rather than waste away idly." she pauses, smiling amusedly at his declaration. "So, your goal is to take the Twilight Realm for yourself? How rather ambitious. An entire realm." there is a small bit of admiration in the Witch's words. In her quest to find a King willing to take power for himself, a valuable ally in the plans against her kind, she had found a budding one in this Twili. Circe amused herself with the thought, all men; just dying to be King's aren't they?
"Join the fold or die trying? Quite the anti-rebellion are you? Rather ironic saying coming from someone who plans to take power from another."
She looks over at him when he laughs, arching one dainty white eyebrow, understanding when she turned back to the crowds around them. "These days, everyone is an enemy and an ally waiting to strike. The only difference is who you find first."
She had briefly noticed some time ago the teacup in his hand, and thought about the simplicity of this Twili drinking tea in a realm he so disliked. He had no doubt sat at a teashop nearby and ordered, waited amongst the rest of the rabble, possibly spoken rather civily to workers and other around him. And here he was, whispering things that would no doubt have him greeted by a hangman should someone overhear. "How odd and quaint, your enjoyment of the simple things of this realm while you speak in distaste of it."
He brushed off her criticism. It's not like he hadn't heard it before, nor ever considered that he might be in the wrong. Of course he has. The very first question one would be asking one self when making an extraordinary claim is whether or not they are in the right. Veltuzar was in the right, he knew that he was in the right. Nevertheless, he felt inclined to explain his thought process to Circe, even though it was obvious she didn't particularly care for who rules whom.
"There is a very basic difference between me and the reigning monarchs. They are sitting on power that they could use to benefit the Twilight Realm but they won't use it." He said calmly, as to not attract any attention to himself. "There's also a basic difference between me and the other people who would claim that throne." He added. "They would claim it so that they could sit on that power. I don't intend to do that. I intend to use that power as a sharp blade touching the throats of our enemies." He scoffed at the idea of just sitting around, doing nothing. As far as he was concerned, the Twili are already oppressed.
"Perhaps an authoritarian rebel might seem contradictory to you, but you should know that the first tyrants were farmers, and tyrants represented people who were suffering from complacency. Complacency is the worst of oppressors. And our current rulers are stagnation incarnate."
With that out of the way, he returned to enjoying the simpler things in life. Largely ignoring Circe's seeming belief that he was acting contradictory to his statements. He took a fresh breath of air and looked into Circe's golden eyes. "It ain't the world's fault that people aren't utilizing it properly." He smiled. It was his first proper smile in a long time, and he had shared it with a person whom he believed didn't care for him. But that didn't matter. He was enjoying himself, damned be the other. He kept walking, slowly loosening his grip around Circe's arm. She hadn't earned his trust, per se, but he felt that he had confirmed that she was no threat to him, and therefore was comfortable with her doing more or less as she pleased.
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What Veltuzar had told her, his beliefs on power. His idea of wielding power was very much with the sharp end of a blade. No different than the power Circe used with fear and magic. She imagined that the Twilight Realm was no so different from this one, its people sheeplike in their lives. Especially with the tumultous monarchy the kingdom seemed plagued by. Everyone simply led their lives with no regard for the change around them, with no intentions to stop it or stand for themselves. If Circe hadn't lost that bit of empathy her mother had so long ago tried to teach her, Circe miht actually pity them.
"Do your enemies consist of those only in your realm? Or this one as well?" She asks, mostly from curiosity. Plans to take control of your own realm, defeat your enemies there was one goal, and a lofty one as well. To do so in two realms, Circe would be quite pleasantly surprised to see the outcome of that ambition. She tilts her head ever so slightly in thought as she listens, the white locks of her hair cascading over her shoulder. "To me, it seems the fate of the masses, to fall into complacency and standards. To reject those what would change them, but do nothing to stop what they fear."
Circe finds a small bit of amusement to his reactions to the criticisms she poses, mostly out of curiosity for his thought process. Partially because she found herself naturally picking at his argument, almost testing the sincerity and resolve of it. Veltuzar had passed what unofficial test the Witch had created in her head.
She herself finds her position rather complacent at the moment, simply strolling along with Veltuzar. Her sharp mind working somewhere on her larger plans. But she's aware the moment her arm is released ever so slightly, as though the Twili had relaxed somewhat in her presence. Normally she'd suggest such a thing to be stupid, but really, in the height of day she had no intentions of doing anything nefarious. When she looks over, a smart comment on her tongue, she's startled by the smile gracing Veltuzar's face. That was an expression she had not witnessed pointed in her direction in a very long time.
"What a shame, that anyone would let what they've been handed so easily go to waste."
With her arm given more range of motion once more, Circe actually gently steers the pair along a farther edge of the streets. Over a route she'd memorized that led through the city, but not crowded with markets and people. "So, Veltuzar, another displaced soul from their nation. How exactly do you intend to take your realm in your fist? Slake my curiosity on the subject." And Circe glances at him, gold eyes carrying a quizzical expression as she draws her lips in a rather less than cruel smile. Not quite kind with the red of her lips or the harshness of her expression. But not one of malice either.