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I dare you to flirt with my muse.
The name nor the place rang a bell, but neither revelation surprised the shade. This woman could be from some place in the sky for all he cared. Still, he did little else but begin a slow approach, petty thievery forgotten for something much more interesting.
He didn’t answer her question, for there really seemed to be no point in doing so. At least to him. She wouldn’t believe him, anyway; granted, it would have been smart of her not to. So he ‘answered’ her with another question, "Marin from Koholint," he repeated. "What are you to the Hero?" Whatever actions he took next solely depended upon both her answer and whatever item she drew from her pouch. He hadn’t thought it worth paying attention to where her hands went. After all, she really didn’t look like much of a threat.
He asked me to come to his Homeland with him. But that felt so long ago; it had been a different time and place. What was Link to her? No...what was he to her?
"I don't know," Marin shook her head once quietly, still uncertain as she took another step back, hand on the shovel within her satchel. "I...saved him once. He arrived at our island, washed ashore..."
She watched those red eyes, trying to figure out their intent. Am I in danger?
She took another step back, prepared to draw, but not prepared to start the fight.
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"Ah, hell, I'm sorry but..." The orange haired maiden lifted her blue eyes nervously at the new comer.
"My name is Marin...and I appear to be a bit lost. I'm from Koholint Island, but this...isn't there. I'm not sure where I am..."
"You’re safe now."
"Thank you..." The maiden bit her lip, "But I'm not sure...where I am, or how I got here."
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"Er...ah, hello! Sorry, am I not supposed to be here?" Marin bit her lip as she looked at whomever she had encountered and crossed paths with. The ginger haired sonstress held her arm nervously. "I'm not really sure where I am, either..."
Sharp honed features convulse in distress. Unconscious distress convulsed sharp hones features. A gradual inclination toward the source was bound to uphold. And…as subtle as it was, certainly made it no less alarming to a child enveloped within the quiet solitude of the night. Thin, pendulous pins swing from the towering crate, in which he’s perched; large, almond shaped orbs glance above the shoulder.
The young miss had spoken to him, almost as if she’d known him. And this, dare say…troubles the small lad. ❝ Pardon me, Miss…but how do ya’ know m’ name?❞
Not him. It was perhaps a Link, dressed similarly. But this lad was so young, and shorter.
"Ah...I do not believe we've met. I know you by reputation only, Hero." Marin smiled nervously. "Sorry to have disturbed you."
~Open Starter~
"This is pointless."
"Oh? What are you trying to do, Kiddo?" Marina raised a brow.
“m-might you have come to let me out of my cage—?”
wendy breath’s, hope glistening in the hue of her eye’s. who knows how long she has been trapped up in there? she was starting to feel claustrophobic.
"It-wasn't my purpose, but-"
Marin's eyes were wide as she darted over to the cage. She'd been wandering Neverland cautiously. Like her home island, it was full of dangers. Somehow she'd stumbled upon this place.
"I'll get you out," Marin promised as she knelt before the girl's cage, trying to figure out how the door was secured shut. "Once I figure out how..."
"What can I say, I’m a sucker for a happy ending…"
"Nothing wrong with that," Marina chuckled, "But I'd suggest a different game." She pointed at one of the other arcade games. "The one you're considering has a bit of a downer ending."
[ Open ]
–– Ꭶ “How does that even make sense?”
"Its a video game," The arcade girl rolled her eyes, "They rarely do."
“He who fights monsters should beware; Lest he become monster himself.”
"That's an odd thing it say." Marina raised a brow as she heard him speak. She had gotten off her shift at the arcade, and the words...reminded her of someone. But who? She couldn't recall...
"Where you are? Well, it looks like you’re in Storybrooke" She answered, throwing her a friendly smile. Though, despite her words, she was a little on guard, "How’d you get here?" Hardly anyone came into Storybrooke…
"Well...I was here before. I...its so strange. My name was Marina, I thought. I remembered a whole lifetime of memories...but they weren't me."
"My name is Marin. Not Marina. I didn't even know what an arcade was before..."
What a sad-sounding song… It pulled at feelings that Majora hadn’t thought it had. That just wouldn’t do. More and more, the demon grew morose and annoyed at becoming so. If she liked singing sorrow so much…
As the demon listened, it eventually settled upon a decision about what to do with her. The man began to move his hands like a conductor leading a score, the beast within him using the movements as a vector in which to weave and direct it’s magic with the woman being the subject upon which the loomed powers would be cast. Should it work - should the demon not be rudely interrupted - she would never stop her song, whatever that song may become; for the three-day limit stuck upon it’s hexes and it’s curses, she would be forced to speak in verse and song. Her life would become a one-woman musical, complete with bystanders not knowing what her deal was… The ‘man’ chuckled at the thought of it.
Marin did not realize what was done until it was too late. She smiled sadly and straightened out with a curtsy.
"Thank you for listening to my song, Let me assure you nothing is wrong!" She gasped then, covering her mouth, her eyes widening. She hadn't meant to say that.
"Now if you'll excuse me, there's something I need to see!" Why was she singing? She trembled for a moment, wide eyed.
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"I see. Um, can I ask a kind of odd question? You look like you’ve traveled…"
"Yeah, you could say that."
"Well you see I'm from this island called Koholint. But one day someone from far away appeared. So I was wondering if you'd ever heard of a place...called Hyrule?"
|| OPEN ||
"Hey, it’s no big deal. I’m only sleeping here because there’s nothing better to do right now."
"I see. Um, can I ask a kind of odd question? You look like you've traveled..."
Nothing Left To Say rp starter meme [Imagine Dragons]
Who knows how long I've been awake now?
The shadows on my wall don't sleep
They keep calling me. Beckoning...
Who knows what's right?
The lines keep getting thinner
My age has never made me wise
But I keep pushing on and on and on and on
There's nothing left to say now...
I'm giving up. Giving up.
Below my soul I feel an engine
Collapsing as it sees the pain
If I could only shut it out
I've come too far to see the end now
Even if my way is wrong
I keep pushing on and on and on and on
I keep falling, I keep falling down...
I'm drowning in the waters of my soul