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【 Annoyingly Cute Boy 】
“Banana–?”
HORROR.
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❛ I’ll give you a three second head start, shrooms. ❜
❛ Three seconds. ❜
The banana is already raised. This one not so fondly carved with a compliment in its peel. And, never mind the fact he can pop up in the blink of an eye.
【 Annoyingly Cute Boy 】
“Heh. Sixty-eight.”
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❛ Will the number still be funny when it’s the speed at which you get hit with a banana? ❜
@shadesent replied to your post:
s n o r t
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❛ What’re you snorting at, mushroom boy ?! ❜
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>:Y i will throw hands with the generator though because under that obnoxious mask and dumbass personality is actually a handsome boy.
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❛ WHAT?! ❜
❛ Couldn’t have even of humored me with 69 ?! ❜
All that’s audible after is annoyed muttering. Somewhere in there, quietly, and full of disappointment, there’s a murmur of ‘ my ma said I was handsome. ‘
┍━━━━━ 【 @shadesent 】━━ ☾
Unlike the rest of Hyrule... One thing desert did not have, was mud. Terrible, annoying, unnecessary, mud.
It made footing unnatural, slip prone. It left tracks.
Terrible. On all fronts. Celki hated it.
Especially when tailing someone required one to have both QUIET, sly footing, and not leaving a trace left behind.
Having to fall behind was inevitable, just to scrape the mud off the bottom of his feet. Awkwardly shuffling them in a thick spot of grass until traction built up again, and light footing up a tree didn’t come with slips or falters.
A few moments pass where the Yiga is... distracted. Tormenting a small lizard found on the rough bark of a tree enough to amuse himself. Maybe a bit longer than a few moments, as when glancing down the way his target was wandering only empty, grassy scenery was before him.
Not how things were supposed to go.
It takes a while more than he’d thought, to sneak back up on the Sheikah. The veil of tree shade enjoyed simultaneously, while the other seems to be setting up a spot to rest. One foot quietly placed after the other, Celki finds a nice spot up one of the oak trees near by. Visible, stark red, a terrible splotch amidst the lush green leaves, but only if looked directly up at.
And from the thick winding branch overhead, arms crossed behind his head leisurely, his mask muffled voice drifts down. ❛ You know, it’s dangerous to be out this far all alone. ❜
【 TWERP 】
Ohhh. Now he gets what this is about. “Be sure to gift him something for valentine’s day or he’ll be all sad.”
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❛ TCH━━ ❜
❛ I said PICK ON. Wh━━ Why would I do THAT?! ❜
【 TWERP 】
Link isn’t very impressed. “…..but you’re the one who’s mad..and I don’t even know what you’re mad about.”
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❛ Only I get to pick on that Sheikah. ❜
❛ Got that ? ❜
There wasn’t a vicious sickle in his hand before. But now there is.
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Casually LOOMS over the Hylian twerp.
❛ Why are you mad. Does baby need a nap? ❜ / @hundredslept
【 LADY URBOSA 】
The fact that the Yiga were still around, one hundred years later, agitated her beyond belief. One hundred years later and post-Calamity Ganon’s defeat, at that. Urbosa’s gaze did not falter in her disgust, not even as the poor, unfortunate soul in front of her sputtered and moved about like an animal that had been caught by its predator. She knew she could end his life if she wanted to, just as she’d done dozens of times before to members of his clan, and yet- there was a pause in her actions, making no further efforts than to do anything other than disarm him.
“Living?” She scoffed at that. “You do realize it is partly because of your kind that I ever experienced death in the first place?” Yet, here she was. Breathing and living once again. Perhaps that was what was stopping her. “So, tell me. Why should I have any sympathy towards your life, in particular?”
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Celki wasn’t sure which was more terrifying. When Vah Naboris stomped around the desert, causing vicious sandstorms and calling lightning down from the sky in erratic patterns.
Or knowing the woman in front of him could call it down with precision.
Without question. Instantly.
Fry him like a banana still in its peel.
There’s a delay in the Yiga’s sputtering. One more little inch backwards in the sand made, until his hand slips right out from under him and he simply freezes.
❛ I━ I’ve never harmed the Gerudo. ❜ Bothered, tormented from afar, been a general nuisance to? That, he was guilty of. The prompt throw down and realization he was out of his league however, made sure it never went farther than that.
The young Yiga might be dumb as a box of rocks, from time to time, but at the very least valued his life. ❛ Never, not once. ❜ He says, only this time it’s quieter. So terribly uncertain, with only a shimmer of hope behind the mask that his rambling is enough to save his hide. ❛ We share the desert, yeah? Why━ why would. I swear I’ve never, not once. Never will, on my life. Promise. Never. ❜
what if we ruin it all, ( and we 𝓁𝑜𝓋𝑒 like 𝒻𝑜𝑜𝓁𝓈 ) and all we have, we loose.
relentless, you will
「 ｓｕｒｖｉｖｅ 」
【 ? ? ? 】
Kal’s never seen the Yiga Clan for himself, but he’s certainly heard the stories. Traitors. Servants of Calamity. Using the old ways of their ancient ancestors for selfish and impure ends.
The mask is what he notices first – and it causes him to stumble to an abrupt halt, shoes skidding upon the damp ground.
Heart pounding away in his chest, the young man cannot help but stare, eyes wide with fear as he fights to get some breath back into his burning lungs. All he sees is a distasteful mockery of the Sheikah eye ( such a precious symbol to his people! ) upturned and put upon the faces of even their lowly footsoldiers.
Is this the last thing he’ll ever see? How cruel, to be slain so close to home – and yet too far to cry for help!
It goes without saying that the last thing he expects is the vegetable that’s thrown his way.
Confused, he catches the mushroom between both hands as it bounces off of his chest. He doesn’t understand what’s happening, but he wants it to end as quickly as possible. …Or maybe he doesn’t. He is not terribly keen to rush to his death, after all, and seeks to keep this guy talking long enough to find a way out of this.
“Well, um– It’s a Silent Shroom, to be exact.”
It tastes pretty good – alongside the benefits it offers. But that’s not important right now. What matters is getting out of here in one whole piece – and warning the others of the Yiga presence so close to their village.
“…Are you going to hurt me?”
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Ah, yes. The clarification of what kind of mushroom was just what the Yiga needed! Except, no. No it wasn’t.
❛ I KNOW. ❜ Perhaps, just perhaps, he shouldn’t be so loud so much closer to the gate.
❛ I thought this would have something VALUABLE in it. But instead there’s just these ! ❜ The question of violence is glazed over. Untouched. Possibly not even registered in his mind. A handful of the Silent Shrooms are taken out, vigorously shook at the Sheikah as he advanced with quick paces.
That fistful is tossed, directly into the Sheikah’s face. Bento box forgotten, it drops from the Yiga’s hand while a quick once over for anything of REAL value is looked for on the other’s person. A small circle made, swiftly in inspection, around the him.
Trouble sets in once Celki makes it all the way around and. . . a better look at the other’s face is obtained.
Silent Shroom? Silent Yiga.
It’s an unsettling silence, likely just as much for the Hylia praising faithful as it is for the Yiga. But seconds tick by without any more angry words. Hazed frustration slowly clears, realizations start to pile up in it’s place, a step back is taken. Then another.
That’s when the bomb arrow━( the distraction HE was supposed to set off for the group )━explodes in the distance. A shroom of reddened smoke climbing into the night sky.
For a split second, Celki stares at the cloud. But he’s quick to lock attention back on the Sheikah, a finger pointed silently before the same hand fists at his side. And just like that, the Yiga turns to book it himself. Only disappearing completely in a smaller cloud of smoke a moment later !!
*gently places a small mushroom in your hand*
*gently places another small mushroom in your hand*
☾ Tag Drop
☾ ❛ ᴡʜᴏ ʟᴇᴛ ᴀ ᴋᴏʀᴏᴋ ɪɴ ʜᴇʀᴇ? ❜ ‣ | OOC ☾ ❛ ʜɪᴅᴇᴏᴜᴛ ʙᴀɴɴᴇʀs ❜ ‣ | TEA ART ☾ ❛ sᴛᴏʟᴇɴ ᴘᴀɪɴᴛɪɴɢs ❜ ‣ | ART BY OP ☾ ❛ ɪᴛ's ʟɪᴋᴇ ʜɪᴅᴇ ᴀɴᴅ sᴇᴇᴋ, ᴇxᴄᴇᴘᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ᴍɪɢʜᴛ ᴅɪᴇ ᴀᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ᴇɴᴅ ❜ ‣ | MEMES ☾ ❛ ʏᴏᴜ ᴄᴀʟʟ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴀ ᴍᴀsᴋ? ❜ ‣ | ANON
☾ ❛ sᴇʀᴠᴀɴᴛ ᴏғ ᴄᴀʟᴀᴍɪᴛʏ ❜ ‣ | VERSE 01. ( Main. ) ☾ ❛ ʟᴏsᴛ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴀғᴛᴇʀᴍᴀᴛʜ ❜ ‣ | VERSE 02. ( Secondary. / Post BOTW ) ☾ ❛ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴄᴀʟᴀᴍɪᴛʏ ᴄᴏᴍᴇs ᴄʜᴀᴏs ❜ ‣ | VERSE 03. ( Misc. / AU. ) ☾ ❛ ᴛʜᴇ ʀɪsᴋs ʜᴇ ᴛᴀᴋᴇs ᴀʀᴇ ᴄᴀʟᴄᴜʟᴀᴛᴇᴅ ʙᴜᴛ ᴏʜ━ ʜᴇ's ʙᴀᴅ ᴀᴛ ᴍᴀᴛʜ ❜ ‣ | MUSINGS ☾ ❛ ʟɪᴋᴇ ғʟᴀᴍɪɴɢ sᴜɴsᴇᴛs ᴏᴠᴇʀ ᴇɴᴅʟᴇss sᴀɴᴅs ❜ ‣ | AESTHETIC ☾ ❛ ɪ'ᴍ ᴀ ʙᴀɴᴀɴᴀ ! ʟᴏᴏᴋ ᴀᴛ ᴍᴇ ᴍᴏᴠᴇ ! ❜ ‣ | CRACK ☾ ❛ ᴏʜ ɴᴏ, ʜᴇ's ᴄᴜᴛᴇ ❜ ‣ | KAL ( Shadesent. ) ☾ ❛ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ɪғ ᴡᴇ ʀᴜɪɴ ɪᴛ ᴀʟʟ ━ ᴀɴᴅ ᴡᴇ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ʟɪᴋᴇ ғᴏᴏʟs ? ❜ ‣ | CEL x KAL ( SHIP. / Shadesent. )
