“No price!” Exclaimed the cultist. It came to a stop mere inches from the boy’s face, not moving an inch, as if it had been suspended in time. “What you seek is nowhere within the places where the giants once slept. Oops–was that too big of a hint?" Losing it’s statuesque quality, the miniature mask looked both ways before it cackled and gave the seeker some breathing room. "Hehehe! You’re running out of time! You’re never gonna find it! Not without our help. I wonder if my ‘brothers’ have hints, too?” The cultist did a spin before it went back to roaming, apparently having said what it had to say. Meanwhile, the Deku-wearing Majora hit whatever it was hiding behind with the Deku’s head, providing it with a satisfying thunk. That may have really been too big of a hint. An attempt at getting back at it for volunteering that guy as a player? It knew who it was going to possess next time it went somewhere dangerous to fragile, human bodies.
Oh ho ho! Had that been an accident on Majora’s part? Kami didn’t bother to hold back a giggle, a fist covering his mouth before he hummed deeply in thought.
So the cursed figure had friends? Well usually with games, the magic number for hints was three. And he doubted they’d be too spread out. Meaning the other two (assuming he was correct about three hints) had to be around here somewhere.
Somewhere that isn’t a temple? Well curse my luck! Though fear not, it’s more a reminder than too big a hint. After all, did you not say that it was in a place I had not been before?
The last was directed at the demonic presence, tone teasing and playful. Though time was running out. And Kami wasn’t going to give up until he was pinned and had no options.
With a bow to the poor tool, he ran off, in search of the next hint supplier.
