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@askprinceravio
Is that a tiny rupee on the donation chest, or is it just decorative?
"Nah, it's not real. It's made of resin." He laughs. "As though I'd actually waste a perfectly good rupee on something like decoration... come on, you know me better than that! The only room on this chest for a real rupee is inside of it! Heheh."
*donates 10 gold, silver and giant green Rupees* Now I bet you are wondering the purpose of my visit. I am the Call to Adventure. I am here on the behest of your Goddesses, who have determined that Lorule needs a hero. They have also determined that YOU would make a good counterpart to the Hyrulean hero. Are you up for an adventure? ((By the way, I love your blog! I keep giggling at it.))
"Weeeeh!?" He recoils dramatically along with Sheerow. "M-Me!? Hero!? Adventure!?"
Then, he breaks into loud, obnoxious, uncomfortable laughter.
"Ha!! Haha!! Good one!!" He composes himself slightly and clears his throat. "...Er, that is to say, you... do know that being Link's counterpart doesn't make me exactly like him, right? I don't know if you've gotten the memo, but I'm not really the 'adventuring' type - I'm the money guy for crying out loud...!"
He grabs the self-proclaimed "call" by the shoulders and escorts him out of his office. "So, in any case, thanks, but no thanks. I am perfectly content doing my thing here at the castle, so you're just gonna have to find yourself another hero, eh, buddy?"
"I heard you give the best hugs in all of lorule. May I?" Anon blushes behind tier glasses and extends their grey arms awkwardly.
Of course, being the soft-hearted, easily embarrassed nerd that he is, Ravio can't help but chuckle and blush at the request.
"Haha, 'course you can have a hug! I'm all about hugs, you know?" He holds out his own arms with a lopsided grin. "Just, uh... keep it chaste, okay? Arms above the waist and all that. I know that sounds strange to ask, but I get quite a few, uh, weirdos around here, if you know what I mean..."
❝ A-ah, hey! What'cha doin' in that get-up 'round here, huh? You look really important or something mister! ❞ The young boy paused, eyes widening in realization. ❝ And you look kinda like me! Why's that, mister? ❞ (( destined--to-fall ))
"Eh? …You’re talking to me?" Honestly, he’s not even surprised anymore - he’d honestly lost count of how many different alternates of himself he’d encountered, so he figured he’d run into a couple more sooner or later. Though, to be fair, he didn’t expect to see one so young - usually they were from around the time of the ordeal with Yuga, but this one looked no older than, what, 12-ish?
Well, either way, he can’t help but grin in slight amusement. Self or no self, he loved it when kids paid him a visit, after all.
"Oooh, important, eh? Haha, well, I guess you could say that!" He places his hands on his hips and cocks his head in an almost teasing sort of gesture. "All right, then, I guess I can answer your questions - but I’ll warn you, it’s gonna blow your mind! You think you can handle it, little buddy?"
•-)•–––– ✦ ✧
As one can already guess, little Ravio didn’t heed those words. By the time he did, it would already be too late. He found too much companionship within the Thieves Guild to leave it all behind just yet. Besides, what harm would come of it if he stayed just a bit longer? He didn’t have anyone else besides his mothers, and even then it got pretty lonely. The headpats from clients mixed with drunken outbursts of “cockblock” didn’t really sit with him too well.
❝ Stealin’s kinda our thing. We’d never hurt anyone, ‘specially our own. We’re like brothers. ❞
What the other said took some time to hit him, but it did. Hard. The little boy bit his bottom lip and nodded silently, knowing just how true the other’s words were.
❝ …I’ll mind ‘em. Sometimes they’re all I got. ❞
The elder Ravio sighs, a lopsided smile forming on his face.
"Hey, if it makes you feel any better, there's a good chance they won't be the only friends you'll ever have. There's a lot of swell people out there; people who won't pick on you or treat you badly or ask you to do bad stuff." People like Link, Princess Zelda, and especially Hilda - though he's not sure whether or not he should go into that much detail about the kid's potential future. After all, time paradoxes are a thing, right?
He ruffles his younger self's hair a little bit.
"Maybe this doesn't mean much coming from a guy that's basically yourself, but - you're a good kid, I can tell. Still got a lot to learn, but good nonetheless. All I'm gonna ask is that you keep yourself safe, all right? Your friends in the future will thank you for it."
❝ A-ah, hey! What'cha doin' in that get-up 'round here, huh? You look really important or something mister! ❞ The young boy paused, eyes widening in realization. ❝ And you look kinda like me! Why's that, mister? ❞ (( destined--to-fall ))
"Eh? …You’re talking to me?" Honestly, he’s not even surprised anymore - he’d honestly lost count of how many different alternates of himself he’d encountered, so he figured he’d run into a couple more sooner or later. Though, to be fair, he didn’t expect to see one so young - usually they were from around the time of the ordeal with Yuga, but this one looked no older than, what, 12-ish?
Well, either way, he can’t help but grin in slight amusement. Self or no self, he loved it when kids paid him a visit, after all.
"Oooh, important, eh? Haha, well, I guess you could say that!" He places his hands on his hips and cocks his head in an almost teasing sort of gesture. "All right, then, I guess I can answer your questions - but I’ll warn you, it’s gonna blow your mind! You think you can handle it, little buddy?"
•-)•–––– ✦ ✧
As much as he wanted to listen to this so-called sob story, the young boy decided it would be for the best not to ask. Besides, he would know for himself in time. Perhaps not the same way the older one had, but still. Playing with the over-sized scarf around his neck, Ravio buried his face in it some. How would the other react to the fact that he was affiliated with the thieves guild?
❝ …They might be, though. Um… y’know about the thieves guild, right? My mommas don’t like that I’m in it but I’ve got loads of friends in there… kinda. Sometimes they make fun of my mommas and call ‘em mean names ‘cause we live in the brothel and stuff. I dunno why they’d say stuff like that, they’re big meanies! ❞
"Thieves' Guild!? Like, with actual thieves...!?" Hoo boy, this was definitely not like his own upbringing; though the brothel thing startles him as well, brothel workers weren't the people who had left him an orphan in his timeline! If this guild of his had any similarities with the bandits who had murdered his own parents, then...
"...Then, at the risk of sounding like your moms, I'd be careful if I were you." He looks down at the boy sternly, more concerned than angry. "Where I come from, hanging around with thieves is pretty much begging for trouble. Sometimes they only steal to survive, but other times, they'll stop at nothing to get what they want, even if it means hurting innocent people."
He grimaces slightly, remembering the glimpses of his parents bodies he caught before they were taken away. Then, his expression falls once more.
"...I was raised by my mom and dad, but I lost them when I was a little younger than you. To thieves. Your moms, they're just trying to protect you, like my folks did for me. They obviously care about you, no matter what kind of names people call them. So... try to mind them, will you?"
(donates a blue rupee) I heard that, with Yuga dead, his paintings are fetching a high price in the black market. I imagine you'd be a mite irritated to hear this? I mean, gods forbid anything boost his ego beyond the grave.
He grumbles. "Honestly? As long as they're kept as far away as humanly possible from me, Hilda, or our castle, I couldn't care less what happens to that sicko's so-called 'artwork'. Admire them, display them, sell them for obscenely high prices through questionable channels, I literally do not care if it means never having to see or even think about them ever again."
After that, however, he does crack a small, almost vindictive little grin.
"Although, if, by some chance, we came across one of his works, I wouldn't be opposed to using it as firewood! I mean, the weather's getting colder, we've got this lovely fireplace, Hilda and I could get all cozy and cuddly with a bottle of wine while watching the remnants of our arch nemesis burn to ashes... how romantic would that be? Heheh...~"
(donates red rupee) You people take your Triforce pretty seriously, don't you? Can't say I blame you, after what happened with it. Anyway, I heard a rumor in Hyrule that there's apparently a FOURTH piece of the Triforce, but it's mostly discredited. Are there rumors like that for Lorule's?
"A fourth Triforce, huh? ...Mm, nope, can't say I've heard of anything like that around here." He hums a little in consideration. "Though, I guess not having our Triforce for a good eon or so would cause most people to forget it existed, and you can't exactly make rumors about a relic nobody knows about, so..."
He begins to ponder the question a bit more thoroughly.
"But... what exactly would a fourth Triforce piece represent? I mean, in Hyrule, you've got power, wisdom, and courage, and here you've got might, reason, and valor... so... uh... maybe the fourth piece is... kindness? Responsibility? Common sense?"
He chuckles a bit.
"Hey, maybe it's the Triforce of Money Management! Or the Triforce of Bad Puns. Either way, finally, a Triforce piece I know I'd be worthy of having! Haha! ☆"
I heard that the queen is expecting a child, prince, sir. Is this true? ((*ooc* lorule paparazzi. Lol. -I NEEEED THIS))
Ravio sputters a bit, mortified by the question; he begins to flail slightly along with Sheerow as he answers.
"Whaaaa!? Who told you that!? Hilda's not - she's not pregnant! She would have told me something like that!"
He stops, folds his arms, and pouts in annoyance.
"Seriously, though, nobody's expecting any babies just yet. Trust me, we've been very careful about the whole thing. Don't believe just anything that comes out of some random person's mouth, especially some weird gossiper trying to spread false information!" He huffs. "Yeez."
❝ A-ah, hey! What'cha doin' in that get-up 'round here, huh? You look really important or something mister! ❞ The young boy paused, eyes widening in realization. ❝ And you look kinda like me! Why's that, mister? ❞ (( destined--to-fall ))
"Eh? …You’re talking to me?" Honestly, he’s not even surprised anymore - he’d honestly lost count of how many different alternates of himself he’d encountered, so he figured he’d run into a couple more sooner or later. Though, to be fair, he didn’t expect to see one so young - usually they were from around the time of the ordeal with Yuga, but this one looked no older than, what, 12-ish?
Well, either way, he can’t help but grin in slight amusement. Self or no self, he loved it when kids paid him a visit, after all.
"Oooh, important, eh? Haha, well, I guess you could say that!" He places his hands on his hips and cocks his head in an almost teasing sort of gesture. "All right, then, I guess I can answer your questions - but I’ll warn you, it’s gonna blow your mind! You think you can handle it, little buddy?"
•-)•–––– ✦ ✧
If this elder Ravio knew of the atrocities the younger one would have to endure, he would have said very much the same thing. Desperation took hold of many in Lorule and, without much struggle, people fell into doing whatever they could to scrounge together some sort of income, food, and clothing. Through this desperation came pain, anxiety, and depression - something this little one, like many other Ravios, would come to know soon enough.
Solemnly, Ravio nodded his head. He didn’t quite understand, but the meaning was there. If his older self’s Hilda was treated the same way, then he knew that his own Hilda wasn’t as bad as he thought. If anything, she needed a friend - and Yuga was the very opposite of that.
❝ That’s really super-duper bad! A-and it ain’t your fault, honest! You didn’t know, right? …Though um, I gots a question: by wrong people, do you mean people like Yuga? ‘Cause my mommas don’t like the boys I play with but they ain’t bad… ❞
"...That's the thing, though, I did know, but I couldn't get her to listen to me; I couldn't stand up to Yuga, either... so..."
Realizing where he's going with that, he quickly shakes his head and waves off the subject.
"...Ah, nevermind. You don't wanna listen to my sob story anyway. My point is, yeah, I do mean people like Yuga - or anyone who lies to people to make them do what they want. I can't tell you if the kids you play with are like that, I don't know them, but... maybe if you're not sure, you should talk with your moms about it some more."
Gods know he remembers how cruel the boys in town could get; when he was younger, they'd give him black eyes and punches to the gut for his association with Hilda's family. He had to wonder whether this Ravio was in a similar situation...
[drops in one rupee. touches the butt. apparently BTC thinks you're cheap now.] before you ask you left the window open. so I just. climbed in.
He takes a large sidestep out of the way as soon as he feels BTC's fingers brush against his bum, not even really surprised anymore at this point.
"You got in through the window, eh? How about I send you out the same way?" He glances through the doorway at some guards in the hall, motioning for them to stand by. "By which I mean, I'll have my guards literally throw you out the window if you don't leave within the next five seconds. I mean it."
The guards approach the doorway, eying BTC strangely as they wait for further orders.
*leaves a cookie on his desk*
Seeing the cookie, Ravio blinks, then picks it up for inspection.
"Huh... a cookie, eh?" he thinks aloud, "If I didn't know any better, I'd go ahead and eat it, but after that one time with the cake and the grey magic..."
He continues to hum and haw to himself, even allowing Sheerow to inspect the cookie himself to determine whether or not it was safe to eat...
I have a question - Would it be alright if I donated a raw chunk of Rupite, or Rupee Ore? I have a silver chunk about as tall as I am back at my house just sitting there.
"...Rupee ore?" He rubs his chin in thought. "...Hmmm..."
He eventually shrugs, giving the donor-to-be an "okay" sign with his hand.
"Ah, sure, why not? If nothing else, it ought to help pad out the non-cash assets." Though he wasn't sure how valuable raw rupee ore would be in relation to the value of rupees it could make, anything was better than nothing. "Just leave it on the desk if it won't fit in the chest; I'll make sure it gets to where it needs to go, heheh!"
(slams teacup onto desk) Sit your *ss down in that chair and drink your goddamn TEA!
"Gyah!!" He nearly topples over in his chair at the sudden act of teacup aggression; then, when he notices that his ledgers are now stained with splotches of tea, he gets his bearings straight and manages to shoot a nervous glare.
"Excuse you, pal! What do you think you're doing, barking orders at me and splashing tea all over my ledgers!? If you wanted to offer me something to drink, you could have just asked like a civilized human being!" He stands and points to the door. "Now unless you've got a donation for me, scram! I've had more than my fair share of rude jerkwads like you already...!"
❝ A-ah, hey! What'cha doin' in that get-up 'round here, huh? You look really important or something mister! ❞ The young boy paused, eyes widening in realization. ❝ And you look kinda like me! Why's that, mister? ❞ (( destined--to-fall ))
"Eh? …You’re talking to me?" Honestly, he’s not even surprised anymore - he’d honestly lost count of how many different alternates of himself he’d encountered, so he figured he’d run into a couple more sooner or later. Though, to be fair, he didn’t expect to see one so young - usually they were from around the time of the ordeal with Yuga, but this one looked no older than, what, 12-ish?
Well, either way, he can’t help but grin in slight amusement. Self or no self, he loved it when kids paid him a visit, after all.
"Oooh, important, eh? Haha, well, I guess you could say that!" He places his hands on his hips and cocks his head in an almost teasing sort of gesture. "All right, then, I guess I can answer your questions - but I’ll warn you, it’s gonna blow your mind! You think you can handle it, little buddy?"
•-)•–––– ✦ ✧
In future’s time, Ravio would come to realize that all he was taught was complete and, to put it bluntly, utter bullshit. Hilda was to be one of the few people he could trust in time - the stories of her being a tyrant were merely fabricated lies to encourage hatred for the monarchy to better prepare for a rebellion. Ravio, unfortunately, believed it all. How could he not? He was young and impressionable, after all.
Speaking of Hilda… she wasn’t as fortunate as the boys said she was. In truth, she was starving just a bit less than her people but, if you looked close enough, you could see how pointy and knobby her elbows were and how her ribs stuck out when she stretched. She desired companionship, not tyranny. While Ravio’s eventual meeting with her would prove to be a little… unsavory, a close bond would be formulated in time through an exchange of snappy jokes and entertainment with generous portions of gruel that she would slide through the bars of his cell that housed him for his attempted thievery from the castle. Just a few years time, give it that. However, the little Ravio knew one thing - Yuga was scum and the elder agreed full-heartedly.
❝ Got it! Yuga’s super-duper yucky, mister! He says mean things about people like me and my mommas and that we’re not perfect or something. That we gotta be um… ear-add-eye-cotted… gotten rid of. That and um… sometimes when we see the princess with Yuga he’s super close to her and she looks sick and sad all the time… I mean he doesn’t hurt her or anything, she just looks… sad… ❞
"Of course he'd say that. In my timeline, he'd say I was an ugly little rodent that insulted his sense of decency, or something like that. Ignore him - every word that comes out of his mouth is either lies or the ramblings of a narcissistic psychopath."
At the description of Hilda, however, his face falls, thinking of how his own Hilda was often the same way, timeline differences non-withstanding.
"...Yeah, Hilda's... had a lot of reasons to be sad throughout her life. Maybe yours for different reasons than mine, but still." For a moment, he thought about how his world's Yuga had approached the princess at her lowest, right after her mother's suicide and its subsequent coverup; how he had taken advantage of her grief and desperation to save the kingdom that had been left for her... There was no doubt in his mind that this other Yuga would have found something similar to take advantage of. "When you're sad, when you're as desperate as she was, sometimes you find yourself listening to the wrong people. Yuga may not be hurting her in public, but he's still tricking her into thinking and doing awful things." He sighs a little. "...Things I wish I could have talked her out of sooner."
❝ A-ah, hey! What'cha doin' in that get-up 'round here, huh? You look really important or something mister! ❞ The young boy paused, eyes widening in realization. ❝ And you look kinda like me! Why's that, mister? ❞ (( destined--to-fall ))
"Eh? …You’re talking to me?" Honestly, he’s not even surprised anymore - he’d honestly lost count of how many different alternates of himself he’d encountered, so he figured he’d run into a couple more sooner or later. Though, to be fair, he didn’t expect to see one so young - usually they were from around the time of the ordeal with Yuga, but this one looked no older than, what, 12-ish?
Well, either way, he can’t help but grin in slight amusement. Self or no self, he loved it when kids paid him a visit, after all.
"Oooh, important, eh? Haha, well, I guess you could say that!" He places his hands on his hips and cocks his head in an almost teasing sort of gesture. "All right, then, I guess I can answer your questions - but I’ll warn you, it’s gonna blow your mind! You think you can handle it, little buddy?"
•-)•–––– ✦ ✧
From the way the monarch practically almost fell
backwards in shock, the little one only knew one thing: he was in on it too! Searching the room for a quick escape, his eyes danced over various windows and doors until…
Wait, what? …Hilda, or at least this one, wasn’t going to chop off people’s heads? Even his own? And this other him wasn’t going to either? Ravio still couldn’t believe the other’s words, no matter how convincing they sounded. The thieves guild boys were his friends, they’d never tell stories like that to him! They even watched a man get hung once! But… but if this older him said otherwise, then why not trust him? Besides, it was a big a no-no to completely trust a thief. Ravio knew that from experience.
❝ So… so Hilda’s not a bad person? But what about the stuff that the thieves guild says all the time? I mean, they watched a guy get hung and cut up and stuff. …But if you’re really me from the future and stuff then um… I gotta believe you, I guess. ‘Sides, that Yuga guy that hangs around her is waaaaay more scary! ❞
Hung up and cut up? ...Yeah, definitely not something Hilda would have done. Sounded to him more like something the corrupt old guard would have done, the cowardly lot - then again, different Ravio, different timeline, different Lorule, so he couldn't be 100% sure.
"I don't know what to tell you about what they saw - or rather, what they think they saw. All I know is that Hilda's been accused of a lot she didn't do, so I think you ought to take it with a grain of salt."
At the mention of Yuga, the elder Ravio scowls a bit. Another difference he could take note of - this one seemed to know about that slimebag long before he himself did. So, in that case...
"You're right, kid; Yuga's much worse than Hilda could ever be. Much, much worse. He's a liar, a traitor, and an all around grade-A creep. In my time, he tried to destroy the entire world, and then some!" He looks down at his younger self sternly. "So you've gotta remember this: never, ever, ever trust a single word that guy says, no matter how good it sounds. ...Got that?"
❝ A-ah, hey! What'cha doin' in that get-up 'round here, huh? You look really important or something mister! ❞ The young boy paused, eyes widening in realization. ❝ And you look kinda like me! Why's that, mister? ❞ (( destined--to-fall ))
"Eh? …You’re talking to me?" Honestly, he’s not even surprised anymore - he’d honestly lost count of how many different alternates of himself he’d encountered, so he figured he’d run into a couple more sooner or later. Though, to be fair, he didn’t expect to see one so young - usually they were from around the time of the ordeal with Yuga, but this one looked no older than, what, 12-ish?
Well, either way, he can’t help but grin in slight amusement. Self or no self, he loved it when kids paid him a visit, after all.
"Oooh, important, eh? Haha, well, I guess you could say that!" He places his hands on his hips and cocks his head in an almost teasing sort of gesture. "All right, then, I guess I can answer your questions - but I’ll warn you, it’s gonna blow your mind! You think you can handle it, little buddy?"
•-)•–––– ✦ ✧
Yes, the elder one heard right - multiple mothers. Eight of them, in fact! Ravio would be nothing less than pleased to tell the other all about them - how loving they are, how they make the best sweets, and how they know how to kill a man in ten different ways with just their bare hands. Yes, Mama Telly’s girls were simply divine.
At the elder’s dramatical display, Ravio couldn’t help but get starry-eyed and excited until… well, the obviously fake explanation. How could he be from the future? Wasn’t that something from some dumb fairytale? How could anyone take a place at the castle when Hilda was around? The princess was scary! Frightening! One wrong move and she’d take you to the chopping block! …Well, that’s what the boys in the thieves guild said, anyway. Still, the little boy believed it. Why not? Hilda looked pretty scary enough to do something like that, right?
❝ The future, huh… ❞ Deadpanned. …Then again, it was rude to not appreciate someone’s story, so… wait a second. How could anyone take a place at the castle when Hilda was around? The princess was scary! Frightening! One wrong move and she’d take you to the chopping block! …Well, that’s what the boys in the thieves guild said, anyway. Still, the little boy believed it. Why not? Hilda looked pretty scary enough to do something like that, right?
❝ But um… why are ya doin’ somethin’ super special at the castle? The princess is scary! She’d hang ya from the gallows and chop your head off at the same time! Y-you don’t chop people’s heads off, right?! ❞
The elder Ravio visibly recoils at the accusation. "Whaaa!? What sort of crazy talk is that!? Hilda isn't like that at all, and I'm definitely not the chopping off heads type!"
Just as he thought, this kid must have had a totally different upbringing; he certainly wouldn't have this notion of Hilda otherwise! He regains his composure a little bit and attempts to explain things in a reassuring matter.
"Hilda's strict, yes, but she's only strict because she cares about her people. Deep down, she's actually a very kind and self-sacrificing person - brave, too. Even though she's been through a lot of scary things, and even though people try to blame her for things that aren't her fault, she still works tirelessly to improve things for her kingdom." His smile grows a little bigger as he continues. "In fact, not too long ago, she began a series of social welfare projects - that means programs designed to help improve people's lives. She's given honest jobs to former thieves, food to the hungry, and even had a school built for Lorule's kids - and my job is to support those efforts by raising money for them."
He chuckles somewhat bashfully.
"So, uh, yeah. No chopping off heads here! Hilda actually hates having to execute people, so she only gives the order if somebody's a real danger to the kingdom - like, if they've killed a whole lot of people or something like that." He wasn't lying, either; as ruthless as Hilda could get when it came to wrongdoers, she wasn't too keen on perpetuating the Dark Age's culture of violence when she didn't have to, especially after her grave mistake involving Hyrule's Triforce...
Haydrion smirked at this. “I’ll be on the look out to. But, I’d think your little donation box MIGHT be in danger. Perhaps I should stay a while…” Said the knight, frowning in thought as put a curled finger to his lips.
Ravio answers with a small smirk of his own.
"Ha! Well, if it's the chest you're worried about, don't be - this baby here has a special enchantment on it so that only the queen and I can touch it! Anyone else who tries will get their fingers fried~"
He pats the chest lovingly before growing a tad more sheepish.
"...Then again, if it's me personally you're worried about, you probably should be. I-I'm not very good with fending off monsters and stuff - oh, sure, Hilda's been teaching me some magic here and there, but still..." He lets out a small laugh and scratches his hairline. "Yeah, that's my buddy Link's forte, not mine. Now that guy, man, he's a natural-born demon-slaying champion of justice! Heheheh..."
