HERO'S GHOST

"You've met with a terrible fate, haven't you....?" (please read here)

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“Excuse me.”

His plan was pretty much the simplest sort that one could possibly make at a time like this... approach the nearest person, and ask for directions. Of course he was lost. He always seemed to be lost these days, but he never really let it get to him. What did it matter, anyway?; it wasn’t like he had anywhere to be. Hopefully this stranger had some kind of idea where they were, though. He didn’t particularly enjoy aimlessly wandering without some kind of goal in mind.

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@problem-free started following you!

What.

What. What what what what.

He did not just hear that thing talk. There was no way. He must’ve been hearing things. Whatever it was, it was impossible that it could---- he cut himself off in the middle of his train of thought. Maybe it wasn’t entirely impossible. Given the circumstances of his own unusual situation, maybe a talking... weasel(?) wouldn’t be so impossible after all. At the very least, he could take a shot at believing it.

“....I’m sorry?” He spoke up after a moment, bending down to try and get a better look at the thing. At least, if he was hearing things, there was nobody around to make fun of him for the mistake.

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     Aimlessly floats around in space.

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Not-so-aimlessly hovers after the pink floaty.

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Oh.

The first thing that popped into his head was to run at her, hug her, greet her like an old friend........ it took him a long moment to remember that she.. didn’t actually know who he was. Not like this.

So instead, he approached slowly. As though they were merely strangers, crossing paths by complete accident. He didn’t want to admit it, but... he wanted to talk to her again. He just didn’t know how on earth he could make her stay when she didn’t know him.

“.....hey there,” he figured that was as good a start as any. A smile, something non-threatening. His weapons were all sheathed or out of sight; there was no reason she shouldn’t respond positively... although, the fact of his being a complete stranger might put a bit of a pause on things. But he hoped not. He had never made many actual friends, and he didn’t want something as minimal as appearing a different species to scare this one away. He would just have to start over - he’d done it once, so he really saw no reason why he couldn’t befriend her again.

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Happy 16th birthday Majora’s Mask! // April 27th, 2000

[ghostlyanon]

Though she found the question to be quite bizarre, she concluded it wasn’t all that strange either. They’d both commented about their own wandering through this place. ‘Lost on purpose’, he had said.

“I-I’ve got none for now. That’s w-why I’m here, I guess.” And she didn’t want to leave just yet. Not when she was at ease and surrounded by so many beautiful flowers. It was peaceful. “If I had to go back somewhere, I-I would’ve done it by now…”

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“Ah,” that was something he could related to. He had nowhere to go back to either, and he toyed a moment with the thought of saying that out loud... but it felt ridiculous. Instead, he leaned back in the flowers yet again, taking a deep breath and inhaling their scent as his eyes slid shut.

“Maybe..... we should take a nap,” he suggested after a moment. He was actually a little tired, and the atmosphere around here was perfect for just lying back and relaxing.... besides, it might be the perfect opportunity to slip away into the nearby forest. If she was asleep it would be easy for him to remove his mask among the trees; then of course he would return to make sure she was okay, but... she didn’t need to know the truth of the matter. Any of it. That was the way he had always done things, after all. It was better that way.

[ghostlyanon]

“Of course— Oh…” Her smile grew a little more when he returned the compliment and a faint blush even appeared on her cheeks. “Thank you!” Who wouldn’t believe he was kind? All of his words and actions were proof of that. 

Although that little worry she had sensed before began to stir inside when he sat down and muttered those words. Something to tell her? Upon watching others, she had come to know those words where meant for serious situations. She sat down in the place in front of him, observing the trunk-like boy and getting ready to hear what he had to say— 

“—–W-what?”

Alas, she hadn’t prepared to hear that confession! The chocolates he had been so nervous to give… Where for her? She stayed silent for a short minute, while she processed the situation, eyes glancing between him and the box of chocolates on his lap. 

“B-but… You said there were for somebody else…” The girl mumbled, not quite recovered from the surprise. “A-are they for… M-me? Really?”

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“I was.... embarrassed,” he admitted, turning his gaze away from her even as he held out the box in her direction. “I didn’t know if you’d want them...” That, at least was the truth; he intended to speak nothing but for the rest of their conversation. Well... as much as he could anyway. 

“You don’t have to take them if you don’t want,” he was practically talking to the ground by now - he had yet to look up at her a single time. Had he been in his original form he surely would have been blushing, but as luck would have it, his bark-like skin was incapable of such an action. He hoped she didn’t get the wrong idea from all of this.

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[ghostlyanon]

She nodded, continuing to smile while he listened to his description of his mysterious friend. For now, knowing she was not of his kind was really helpful. Searching for someone so small would be a bit difficult, after all! But she couldn’t not worry about his lack of confidence on delivering his gift. 

“I-I’m sure she’ll like them! Why wouldn’t she want them? I-I think you’re very kind a-and surely she thinks the same too.” She crouched down to his level and gave a reassuring smile. “I don’t see a reason f-for her to refuse them.”

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“You---- you really think that?! That I’m..... kind?” He was caught off-guard by that. Maybe.... there was hope for this yet. “I.... think you’re really kind too....” This stuff seemed to come out easier in this form - he couldn’t yet decide if that was a good thing or not. “Um, I’ve got something to tell you... he glanced down at the ground, then back up at her, then he sat down right where he was. This would be easier, maybe, if they were on equal ground. He patted the place in front of him for her to join.

“The chocolates......” They were sitting in his lap now, and he stared at them instead of looking at her as he finally managed to spit it out: “They’re for you!”

[ghostlyanon]

“If I got any chocolates? W-well… No. Not really.” It felt a little awkward to be asked this. Not that she really cared much about getting or not getting chocolate -she could always buy some for herself- but it almost felt like a test she did not pass. Or at least she’d noticed that was the way many felt when not getting any from anyone. 

“B-but… That’s okay! I already eat a lot of chocolate in other days too.” And today she’d rather focus on helping Scrub to deliver his. “H-how does your friend look like? Do they look like you?”

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“No, no, she’s a real person....” As opposed to whatever he was. He tried not to look too saddened by her words about getting gifts from anyone else - it was obvious she was a least a little put-out by his question and her resulting answer.... maybe he would be able to salvage this after all.

“Um, she’s kind of tall.” Compared to him, at least - but that wasn’t saying much. “She’s pretty, and she’s very nice.... and helpful!” She was definitely helpful. “.....and, I’m not really sure how to give these to her.” He glanced down at the box in his hands with a visibly distressed look on his face. “What if she doesn’t want to get anything from me?”

[ghostlyanon]

What a sweet gesture! And a nice surprise as well, to find out he too celebrated this day to conmemorate love and friendship in all forms. She had to contain a little giggle. One didn’t have to be a genius to know he was a little nervous. 

“I-I’m sure she’ll like them. Are you looking for her? I can help you find her, i-if you want…”

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“O-oh! Okay!” This was... awkward. He wasn’t really sure what to do now that she was convinced there was someone else he was hoping to give the chocolates to.... well, maybe if they searched together for a little while, he would be able to work up the guts to tell her the truth....?

“Did anyone give you chocolates?” He asked after a moment. He hadn’t exactly meant to say it out loud - and he felt instantly rude, and more than a little embarrassed that he had - but he did want to know. Mabye she was already involved with someone, and he would just be intruding to show up like this. He didn’t want that at all.

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@ghostlyanon (from here!!)

Eyes wide, he stared up at her for another, long minute in complete silence before he suddenly seemed to come to life again, actually jumping a little and having to reach up to keep the box from falling off its place on his head.

“Oh!! Uh, yes!!” He didn’t know where this was coming from; and once again he found himself blaming the form he had taken on for his actions.... but, this time in particular, he didn’t.... regret them. “They’re.... for a friend of mine.”

[ghostlyanon]

As strange as it sounded, she could understand that feeling completely. She was a wanderer and had never belonged anywhere. Sure, with time she had found a home to return to and rest, but she often found herself still wandering… And she wasn’t sure of why.

“I-I guess I’m lost on purpose as well.” She replied with a little smile. “I just came here by luck. I wasn’t planning on arriving here purposely…”

But now she was happy she ended up here. She was making a new friend!

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Somehow, he felt like he had a lot in common with this strange person. They hadn’t really said much so far, but it seemed almost like... they didn’t need to. He wasn’t used to feeling this way around other people - especially strangers - and he couldn’t help but wonder if the Deku child’s spirit was messing with him. It was starting to make him a little uncomfortable now.

“......do you have someplace else to be?” He asked after a moment. He hoped it did’t come across as rude, but he was suddenly itching to get back to normal, and he wasn’t really sure what would happen if she were to witness.... that. It would probably be best if they just went their separate ways.

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The memories of Termina Flow through you, will you become their Deity?

“I already did that once, and look at where it got me.” He saw no reason to do it a second time.

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