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[theockit]

The blade didn’t immediately pull back, and Seraph twisted his chain hand over hand across it, pushing down hard against the blade as it was pushed up and against him. A Sheikah made weapon, the chain was strong enough to hold its own. It would have been no match against the Master Sword, but as it was, there was little else strong enough to break it.

He leaned forward, putting his weight and height into use. “The only dream I have is so far out of reach as to be impossible, and so is unlikely to be crushed.” Seraph smiled, tightening the chain for a second before releasing, allowing the blade to slide free as the shade stepped back. “Honestly, I’m not sure what you could ruin for me… I think your visits might be more beneficial than not, given I don’t get to train often against real opponents.”

[vilisumbra]

A little war or contrition never hurt anyone - well. No one important. Though he had been a smidgen concerned that the Sheikah was going to attempt to disarm him, when that didn’t come to pass, he gave a little grin of his own. It was accompanied by a short chuckle, eyes alighting on what he could see of his opponent’s own. 

“Train...? Do not think of this, or any visits I may pay you, as a sparring match. If an accident occurs to your misfortune, I will not assist you - I will watch as you die, or as you try not to.” As much as killing Seraph wasn’t his goal, well. It likely needn’t be said that Dark wasn’t exactly altruistic, kind, or caring. All of that aside, he seemed content to converse further rather than press into a renewed assault, “And you might as well humor me. I like a challenge. What is this impossible dream of yours?” 

[theockit]

Although very slightly, the muscles that controlled Seraph’s ears strained so hard to catch every noise that they actually caused them to twitch slightly. He tracked the noise with his ears, forming images in his mind based on the sounds. The so called Link was just a darker black stain, vaguely in the shape of how Seraph remembered humans to look, the blade a streak of silver light. Even light was getting hard to remember, however. It had been been more than half his life since he had been able to see, after all.

He sighed quite heavily. “Why should I call you by a name that’s closer to a surname than anything else? It’s based on who you’re created from. It doesn’t belong to you.” Seraph’s milky red eyes actually rolled in his head. It seemed so obvious to him, and so strange that the creature would actually seem to be insulted. Not that he would be anything to come up with anything that Seraph didn’t think about himself already…

Breathing slowly as he tensed, readying for an attack, feeling it coming. “How can I get up hopes that I don’t even posses?” He asked, shifting his weight onto his back foot at the sound of metal against stone, stiffening instantly. He stretched the chain out, bracing his arms and preparing to block the coming attack.

[vilisumbra]

Sword met chain again, though Dark wasn’t as quick to withdraw. They were, after all, also holding a conversation at the same time as they were battling; now that he was at a much more conversable proximity once again, he decided to stick around for a moment or two longer. Also, to test with his blade just how stable the Sheikah’s makeshift shield was by straining upward against it more than the initial inertia from the strike.

“It will belong to me once I get rid of him.” Stated as if it were a clear-as-day fact. Because that’s totally how names worked. All right, so the shade might have been a little bit naive when it came to names and the like. “That is all that matters, Sheikah. And it is a pity you do not possess any hopes, I would have liked to crush them. What about dreams?” 

He had still not made a bid for distance, though he had decided it was about time to draw back his blade - so without further adieu he took a step back in effort to do just that. “I would not mind having something to ruin for you in the long run since we have established that I am going to be visiting.” Having a goal amidst those ‘visits’ would give him a little more to do. There were only so many nights he could devote to heckling merchants and hunting for his fairer half before he craved diversions.

[reticcnce-blog]

 “Because. If you are still able to reason, if you are still able to form sentences.   Than what right do I have to take your life when you can think. I also threatened you as well.”

Puts a few more cookies into the plate, so high class. And little cakes with icing and nice frillings. 

Temptation. 

  “This is not the battle field, nor the court. I have no other reason to lift the sword in someone else face again for now.”

[vilisumbra]

That was... Certainly new. That he still didn’t quite know what to make of the other fellow was likely clear enough given the look on his face, though the shade decided against questioning further. Nah, his immediate focus had drifted back to the extremely tempting sweets.

“... You are odd,” he concluded. “It is rare for someone to think as you do. Are you, perhaps, blind?” All right, so maybe he’d question things a little. While slowly approaching the table, and cautiously reaching for a cookie.

Evidently, even evil little shades couldn’t resist pastries for long.

[theockit]

It was too bad that the sword had been withdrawn quickly, as entangling it in the chain of his weapon and pulling it away had been precisely the plan that Seraph had in mind.

The shade retreated, and Seraph focused himself back on the present, almost glaring in the general direction of the creature. “I don’t think you’re deserving of the name of the hero,” He replied, tone rather annoyed. “Creatures like you have had many names throughout the history of Hyrule, if I recall correctly, and almost all of them refer to you as either shadow or dark, a reflection of the hero, nothing else.” Seraph held his jaw at a stubborn angle while he spoke.

He rolled his shoulders back, widened his stance, and allowed a smile to make its way onto his face. “Well then, if you’re returning, I suppose that means I’m not in too much danger, and that, in the very unlikely event that I lose, I’ll be given plenty more opportunities to rid you from this world.” There was something in Seraph’s tone that seemed almost excited about this.

He had to admit, after all, that he was actually having fun. It had been a while since he had fought anything else but monsters with very little in the way of proper tactics or training. To have an opponent that actually knew what they were doing? Well, in short, it was downright exhilarating.

[vilisumbra]

Even though it was in vain, considering, Dark was unable to not toss Seraph a miffed look. The sword’s scraping ceased for a few seconds as the shade came to a stop, sounds again as he swung it up into a much more proper hold.

“What you think matters little.” Which was a waste of breath, he knew, for the sentiment was likely mutual. “But if you will not use my name, then I will not use your name. I wonder what I should call you.” Everything that came to mind was a petty insult. None of it was nice and biting. He’d have to think on it a little - which was no problem, he had plenty of time. 

Then again, he did soon after snort and mumble, “Perhaps I should call you Oblivious,” which was followed by a quiet snicker. “I thought I had already made it clear that my goal is not to kill you. That I will be returning just means that you will be the Sheikah who failed to slay me more than once. Do not get your hopes up.” The shade gave a little smirk, eyelids dropping to half-mast. “Or do. I would not mind shattering them.” 

And they’d gone long enough without an assault, Dark decided. Once he had said his piece he charged forth again, this time angling for an upward swing - that the tip of his blade scraped the ground briefly again in preparation for that swing hadn’t been planned, but there was little he could do about it. 

[reticcnce-blog]

  “Not at all, tea parties are for everyone. We just call them parties   or snack time when we get older to preserve our fragile masculinity   when we have warrior women on the other side of the continent    surviving the desert.”

Cape flares dramatically before it settles down for good, dramatic whoosing time over as he looks directly at the shadow. That image looked familiar but he can’t tell for certain what it made him remember of. 

   He pushes a plate of snacks over. 

  “Try some.”

[vilisumbra]

Deadpan was an understatement in regards to the look on the shade’s face as he listened to what was an actual answer to his taunting. Or attempted taunting, really. He was beginning to wonder if this guy was made out of ice. 

His eyes flicked briefly down to the plate when it was pushed in his direction. All things considered it would’ve been ridiculous to suspect, say, poison, but that didn’t lessen the skeptical look that was next settled on the blond man.

“I threatened you.” By his tone, he clearly did not understand the gesture. "I threatened you and you are offering me food. Why?” 

[reticcnce-blog]

  “How about I give you my best ice spell and leave you inside it for a century    or so while living the living death.”

There is no emotion in his voice as he rounds on the other, his cape flapping dramatically in the non-existent wind. How did it even do that was a mystery in itself as no magic was used in the production of cape dramatics. 

Red eyes, shadow perhaps?

  “If you were going to stand on the tree, you might as well come down   for some snacks.”

[vilisumbra]

There were many things he had come to a decision on that day. To add to them: he needed a cape like that. Which really just meant that part of his mind had thus been dedicated to trying to figure out a way to skewer Mr. Ice and not damage the cape in the process.

“I think I am allergic to being frozen. I will have to refuse.” Admittedly, however, the prior display coupled with that ‘offer’ were enough to deter the shade from drawing his sword then and there. Granted, he didn’t move his hand away from it. 

He gave a very slight tilt of his head, just enough to display a feigned sense of interest. For a second he seemed about to inquire about those snacks, but what came out of his mouth was, “Are you not too old to be hosting tea parties?” 

Well, at least he wasn’t trying to stab ‘Mr. Ice’ yet.

[reticcnce-blog]

“Oh, but it is such a hot day. I’m sure you are sweating up there right now,   And I would hate for others to sweat.” His tone, was so blank  that no one was sure if it was serious or not, and the tree was almost dead anyways, and there was ice creeping upwards from the trunk of the tree at a rapid pace already.

   “Rule one of Hyrule, never ruin anyone tea time.”

[vilisumbra]

The incoming frost would’ve been difficult not to notice. A frown was the shade’s first response - it was quickly followed by a leap out of and away from the icy tree. He didn’t wish to discover what would happen if he stayed put. Though his landing looked heavy, he barely made a sound; once properly to his feet, he settled a hand on the hilt of his blade and turned to give the other fellow a Look.

“How kind. For that, I will sweat in your tea.” One short pause later and his expression turned a few hues thoughtful. “Or maybe I will bleed you into it. That might make it tolerable.” 

[reticcnce-blog]

He gently moves the tea a bit to the right, making the branch miss completely and falling harmlessly on the table as he stares upwards, magic enhancing his eye sight and focusing entirely on the being on top, its red eyes sticking out when its the day hour. 

  “Should I freeze this tree or no…”

[vilisumbra]

Above, the shade clucked his tongue. Not only did he fail to ruin that vile drink, but he gave away his presence, too! Ah, well. He shifted his weight, changing his perch from safely sitting to a crouch - never once removing his own eyes from the guy that was now staring. Right at him, no less.

What good eyesight. He decided that he didn’t like that, either. “You should not.” Neither was he keen on the prospect of ice. 

[reticcnce-blog]

vilisumbra started following you

Sips tea in the small table under a giant tree in his garden. 

[vilisumbra]

Had snuck in for a laugh; via the shadows cast by its leaves, he climbed that tree so he could better observe the first person he’d seen. Who, he decided, didn’t look like much. After looking about for something to announce his presence with, he settled for breaking off a small twig from a branch above and simply let it fall. Aiming for the tea. He didn’t like tea. The shade was also a bit of an ass.

[theockit]

The bloodlust coming off of the creature was nearly palpable. Seraph wasn’t altogether convinced that he couldn’t actually taste it. The air felt thick, heavy, as if it were full of wood smoke.

Seraph took a breath to steel himself, fingers tightening on the chain, and slid one foot back slightly while he listened hard to the sounds of the room, feeling more for intent of attack than desire to.

“I’m prone to wanderlust, actually, so I’ve met a great deal of monsters… And none of them pretend to be friendly before stabbing you, so I would have to say, you truly are nasty.” His tone was matter of fact, almost the same one someone might use to give a toast to someone’s accomplishments that he didn’t quite agree with.

The name that he was given, one he couldn’t have been expecting, froze Seraph for a moment. Exposed, it could be easily seen how his eyes narrowed and flickered, as if reading over something, forehead furrowing.

“Of course…” He muttered in thought, bracing himself on his back foot as he swiveled the chain to catch the coming blade. He was on autopilot, hardly registering he was moving. It would most likely be more difficult to dodge when he was consciously aware of it again. “You must be the Hero’s Shadow. That explains a great deal.”

[vilisumbra]

While the clink of sword against chain was a lot less satisfying than the blade cutting flesh, it was still a welcome sound and sight to see. It meant - with the exception of some possible scenarios - that the battle was far from over. That suited Dark just fine.

“Call me what you will. There is an argument to be made, but one battle is enough.” The nonchalant statement was followed by the shade withdrawing his sword, lest the Sheikah try to entangle it in his chain or any such unwelcome nonsense. That was followed with a bid for distance in effort to negate any potential retaliation. 

“However, I had not planned to stab you, and I have yet to do so... Properly.” And as he had admitted once or twice already, he still didn’t plan to do it ‘properly,’ which would imply fatally. Granted, his reasons for that were hardly altruistic or merciful or anything along those lines, which he had also made very clear, he thought.

Not that it mattered, all things considered. Trivialities.

He straightened somewhat and began to circle ‘round Seraph again, this time allowing the tip of his sword to scrape along the ground as he went. Given that his opponent had seemed distracted, he simply wanted to assist the other fellow in getting back to the present. At least it wasn’t nails on a chalkboard. “Unfortunately for you I have found this enjoyable. What say you?” 

The pause after that inquiry was brief before he went on with, “I may even come and visit after this, and I would rather not visit with your corpse.” Which both meant that he was confident in his survivability and that he was planning on... Well, returning. Likely unannounced and without the ‘friendly’ front.

[theockit]

It burned more than it hurt, and for a brief moment Seraph’s senses were overwhelmed by the heat and sharpness and the smell of hot iron in his nose. Every inch of him was honed in on the world around him to know his place in it, and it took a good second to tune out the static that was his own body.

In normal circumstances, a second wasn’t all that long, but in the heat of battle it was a second too long. Luckily his body was on autopilot, and he continued to move to the right, turning so he could keep the front of his body to the enemy.

“I seem to recall landing a blow on you earlier.” His voice was flat, an eyebrow twitching upwards. “Seems to me we’re simply even now.”

He wasn’t about to even begin to fall for the taunting. Seraph knew his chain worked well enough as a shield… if he could feel the wind coming off the weapon in order to maneuver it.

He kept turning, one foot sliding over the other, breathing slowly and hyper aware of the noises. He needed to keep his opponent in front of him, sense the attack coming, block it. Searching for a weakness before hadn’t worked when he’d been pounding away at a shield, but Seraph knew he could turn this around.

The warmth of his own blood running down his hip might as well have been as far away as the next kingdom. Every bit of Seraph was focused on the creature before him. “You know, it’s funny. I’ve entirely forgotten if I ever gave it to you…” Something like a laugh broke into his voice, but he strangled that sound quickly. “Seraph, that’s my name… And what name have you taken to calling yourself? I can’t retell the story of defeating you as easily without it.”

Now he really did smile. “Unless your ego is fine with me referring to you as ‘nasty creature’, that is.” That smile had crept into his voice as well. The energy coming off of his opponent was overconfident, and Seraph was sure he could use that.

[vilisumbra]

“Touché.” The Sheikah spoke the truth. It would be a little silly to contest the truth. Besides, it only meant that he’d have to put a little more weight into his own question by landing another successful strike--of course, that went both ways, so he’d have to be careful, but... This was a battle. Not being reckless was a given.

Granted, the shade was a lot less disciplined than most. One glimpse of blood and both he and his blade were thirsting for more... Ah, but he had to reign himself in! He’d asked a question, and now he was receiving his answer. The peculiar noise interposed between parts of said answer got a short, quiet chuckle out of the evil one.

“If I am an example of a ‘nasty creature’ to you, I must wonder if you have ever been outside of these walls... At least I do not smell of rotting flesh, or dodongo.” He was still on the fence about which was worse. “Seraph, is it?” 

While he continued to talk, the shadow considered his next move. Utilizing the shadows had netted him a small victory, but doing that too much would make his opponent expect that of him. It likely wouldn’t be wise to attack without any such trickery, but what cared he for wisdom? It would be nice to re-assess Seraph’s reflexes, too.

“You would not accept the name Link, would you?” Deliberately he raised the volume of his voice, just a little, to see if he could perhaps mask the sound of a lunge and an experimental, diagonal swing. 

Since he was the one doing the gabbing, now, he didn’t have to worry about interrupting the Sheikah. Not that that was a very big concern of his, by any means... Though the conversation amidst their fight wasn’t particularly detestable.

[theockit]

“I can sense intent to attack.” His voice was that of a petulant child. Seraph didn’t like trying to explain himself, but he hated being proven wrong even more, especially when an obviously evil creature was attempting to get the moral high ground on him.

The storm was passing overhead, and the energy that buzzed faintly in the room was that of a battle. He could feel the exact moment that the shade was fully in the room, and Seraph’s muscles tightened automatically, tensing in anticipation.

A smile started on his face, but he quickly smothered it.

“It would pain you to think that, had you not been expressing intent for harm, I would have spent the night merely speaking and even broken bread with you come the morning, wouldn’t it?” Seraph asked, something teasing slipping into his voice.

The energy shifted, and Seraph lifted his blades, twisting them to stretch the chain between them taught into a makeshift shield. Rapid footsteps, and then… Silence.

Heart pounding, he concentrated on the feeling of darkness and turned at the moment he felt Dark emerge. He lifted his arms, chain still held between them, in order to block the coming attack.

No… The wind coming off the blade was wrong… It wasn’t a vertical swing… Seraph dodged to the right just in time to avoid a devastating blow, but the blade sliced through the cloth covering his side, clipping through a good inch of flesh and drawing blood.

[vilisumbra]

When the shade saw red, he grinned--and couldn’t help the taunting, “Are you sure you wish to take the defensive? I have a proper shield.” On that note, he held off on pressing his attack. He thought a follow-up would be expected, and he didn’t want to be too predictable.

“And you are too inconsequential for something like that to pain me,” the shade went on to say, in the midst of inching back a smidgen - “I do not even recall your name.” - which was a lead-in to a side-stepping as Dark began to move around his opponent. A semi-circle, nothing more; out of the shadows completely.

“Might I have it? If there is an accident I will want to carve it into your head before I send it off to the Royal Family, or - failing that - put it on a stick outside.” For his own grotesque amusements, though leaving the Sheikah alive was still very much his plan. For him to live with the knowledge that he failed to stop something evil was, in the shade’s opinion, better than outright death.

It also meant he'd be able to swing by again in the future if he ever got bored of killing off merchants and other travelers that couldn’t put up a fight. 

That was all provided he emerged victor, of course--his little success prior had left him a tad bit cocky. That translated into his words, obviously, but also his stance--he had chosen to shoulder his shield back in favor of heightened mobility, and he held his sword a little more loosely. 

[theockit]

Heat flushed down Seraph’s spine, but very quickly he tried to push that anger down into the pit of his stomach. Being compared to some… twisted little shadow creature?

But of course, wasn’t Seraph himself made to be a creature that protected the light entirely from the shadows.

“It’s a vastly different thing when you’re playing the same game as someone else so as not to alert them that you’re onto them.” He tried not to, but s note of defensiveness as crept into his voice. “I only struck when I was sure you actually were an enemy, and I wasn’t wrong, was I?”

Slow shifting in a circle around the shade left Seraph with his back to his bedroom door. He hit it with his hip, pushing it open and into the temple atrium behind him. The stone floor was rough and uneven, vines running down the walls, roots of trees pushing through the stone. The ceiling, cracked, water leaking in to pool on the floor.

Seraph flipped through the door, landing a few feet away. “I think I might change up my strategy, change to the defensive for a bit. Is that a problem?”

[vilisumbra]

“You were not wrong, but... That destroys any point you were trying to make.” Dark’s transition between the rooms was much less fancy; merely stepping forward, he held his shield up a little less given the distance that had been put between them. He twirled his sword round once, then twice, as if simply reminding himself that it was present.

“You would not have shown kindness had you known, would you? You are merely trying to cover up your blindness.” The faintest of laughs left the shade at his own... Tasteless choice of words. It hadn’t been on purpose, or so he would’ve claimed if he had to claim any form of excuse. “Are you not?” That specter of mirth infected his question, too. 

An attempt to instill his own logic, or an attempt to push his enemy’s buttons? Perhaps a little of both.

As for the Sheikah’s question? There was a short moment’s pause as the evil one shifted his stance, shield lowered and sword more readied. “And no, that is not a problem.” That was all the warning he gave before he charged forth. Part-way he pretended to trip, though he melted into the shadows cast on one particular part of the floor in the process of ‘falling.’ 

Dark didn’t dawdle this time around. He emerged somewhere to Seraph’s left, sword swung in a horizontal slash at his opponent. 

[theockit]

Milky red eyes narrowed, annoyed, with what the shadow creature was saying. Seraph gritted his teeth, spun, staying light on his feet, and continued to slash with his chained blades at Dark in an effort to find some sort of gap in his defenses. The speed of his movements had increased, and the rattle of his chain was a constant sound now.

"So far as I can tell, it is you who is the foolish one,” Seraph replied, stepping toward the door on one side, trying to get the creature to move out of the way. If he could get to the larger room outside of this one, there would be more room to fight… It would be… more fun that way.

He paused, feeling the excited if dangerous energy in the air. So he wasn’t the only one having fun? This was bad, then… Obviously the shade was stronger than he was letting on if this was still fun for him… Still, without allowing it, the edges of the Sheikah’s mouth twitched upward.

“You see, I am still the one who showed kindness and gave shelter to an enemy, and that does not make me weak. Being able to be kind to even those who are cruel is a kind of strength your sort would never understand.”

[vilisumbra]

The best part about being content with being on the defensive? One never had to let down their guard in search of retaliation. Dark kept his shield before him, listening to the clink of chain and the thwack of the blades attached to it as they collided with the fake metal. Minding the whereabouts of those blades in relation to his own eyes he kept visual, too, of course, on the Sheikah.

“Were you not the first to prove explicitly hostile?” He noticed the other man’s movements and moved to oblige--it was truly doubtful that his opponent was on the retreat, and it went without saying that their current close quarters were too cramped for combat. That could prove to be advantageous to one who could melt away into the shadows, but it also limited the direction from which he could emerge. As the Sheikah had proven to have keen senses, well...

It wasn’t really an advantage at all, now that he thought about it a little. Indeed, something more open would be for the better - the shade wasn’t going to stop his enemy from leaving to a new room. Perhaps there they could do battle proper, as fun as fumbling about in the room had been... Well, some space could serve to improve upon that.

He was, however - and needless to say - going to be following. And speaking further, “You showed kindness, yes, to a point. In essence you are like me. You tried to lull a presumed fool into a false sense of camaraderie, waiting to strike when they least expect... Is that not so?” 

[sunsetofalegend]

Homines in Tenebra

[sunsetofalegend]

    Link couldn’t sleep for a long while. That wasn’t surprising. His anxiety levels were off the charts but he couldn’t help that. He was calm and collected for the most part. Eyes closed and warm under the covers, he could hear Dark moving things around. In his tired subconscious, Link couldn’t help but to smile. If he were completely awake then he would laugh. There was never enough energy in his life to do such trivial things like laugh or even smile.

    It was about an hour until he was finally able to slip into a nightmare-filled sleep. Nightmares of killing friends or friends killing him, specifically the dragon he had once saved. Another of a slow and painful torture– a flashback more or less. These two nightmares were so common that Link’s mind had become numb to them. Not even a drop of cold sweat could be found on him, that’s how numb he really was. 

    Surprisingly enough, Link slept late. He awoke after sunrise to the birds chirping in the trees around Kakariko. It was actually a wonderful way to wake up. This was the best morning he had in days. Or at least, he felt much better today than other days. Maybe it was because of the little light of hope that kept him alive. The hope of turning someone purely evil into someone good.

    Speaking of the sucker, where was he?

    It didn’t make too much of a difference to Link. He got up and threw a tan shirt on. There was no point in changing his pants since they were perfectly clean. He walked outside his cabin with a plan to get some milk to start breakfast.

[vilisumbra]

For the entirety of the night Dark hadn’t moved an inch once he’d settled comfortably upon the roof like some sort of... Odd, shadowy sentinel. Which, perhaps, one could consider him to be; he’d very much protect the one inside the cabin from any vagabonds or other like-minded villains, if only because he wanted to be the one to kill the guy. All in due time...

... When morning broke over the horizon, he still hadn’t moved. When the lighting went from the warm hues of sunrise to the cheerful rays of a fully-woken sun, however, he finally did move, if only because he was getting a bit too warm. He’d hopped down from his perch and went on a short, exploratory roam about, careful to keep out of sight of any and all townspeople as he followed some peculiar sounds that had caught his interest.

Cows. 

Though he was pretty much a long gone boy’s evil, cruel traits given form, he was still quite a child. Stupid pranks were definitely not above him. He spent a good thirty minutes scrounging up a bucket and sneaking some milk from some farmer’s cattle before fleeing the scene, returning to his spot sittin’ pretty on the roof in wait for the sleepyhead inside to get the heck up. And when he heard the cabin door finally open, he tipped the bucket in his hands, letting loose a torrent of liquid calcium to rain down upon the one below. More or less.

The one down below, who he hoped would be too distracted by this event to look up so he could ‘disappear’ and play ‘innocent.’

[runningthroughtherye-deactivate]

Sinner

[runningthroughtherye-deactivate]

    Fechin headed to the nearest town he knew of. It only took around fifteen minutes to soar there and land on the rooftop of a market he’d get things from. He’d travel to different villages in a sort of cycle so he wouldn’t run the risk of getting caught. His mother taught him that while she was alive. And lucky for him, he was taught how to read despite his mom being illiterate.

    He recognized the work “BOMBS” when he saw them. It was on the shop directly across from the market street. Once he was in there, it wouldn’t be hard to smuggle a couple of bombs out. Although, he needed more than just one or two. He silently continued to think of ideas while hiding behind the sign on the rooftop he was currently on, unaware of Dark following him.

    Maybe it was best to find a getaway first? If he had no getaway planned then he would have to think of one on the fly. However, there were plenty of horses around. All he had to do was undo one of the reins and take off. Then he could just drag a bag along he ground.

    Now for a real game plan. There ought to be a window to look into the shop somewhere, so Fechin crept along the rooftops to investigate.

[vilisumbra]

It was a challenge to keep up with the child, admittedly. After all, they were traveling via two extremely opposites; land and air--once they’d gotten into the town, Dark had lost site of his peculiar acquaintance. Luckily he had an idea of where the kid would be going, so that’s where he went, too.

The market--full of shadows--it was easy to keep hidden on his way to locating the same Bomb Shop that had been espied by Fechin. It was also the only Bomb Shop. Which was a very good thing. How annoying would it have been to wait to see anything go down in an entirely different facility? 

Though the shade slipped into the shop from under a gap between the door and its threshold, the building did have windows. What building didn’t? He took a moment to figure out what he could of the layout of the place from his location on the floor as naught but a highly misplaced shadow before he settled on a place to further hide himself.

Nestled someplace between a shelf and a wall, he left his otherwordly concealment just enough to peer properly out from between a bombchu and a regular ol’ bomb. A pity he had nothing to light either of ‘em with.

[runningthroughtherye-deactivate]

Sinner

[runningthroughtherye-deactivate]

    Even though Fetch made the specification of making him get something realistic, he felt this shade could find some way around it. Stealing precious jewels wasn’t the same as stealing a blanket or a bunch of bananas. He should have been more specific. But if he did so, it would practically be a job. Fetch was definitely competent enough for a job such as this.

    “Bombs?” Fechin knew what those were but he had no idea what they looked like. Not everyone just wandered around with explosives in their bag. He had a basic idea from his mothers sketches. Hopefully they’d be easy to find or purchase. 

    “Okay! I’ll bwing them back here once I get enough.” The ‘at least’ stuck out to him, meaning get at least fifteen, not ten. Everyone knows that you’re going to get the minimum award for offering the minimum viable product. However, a child as young as Fechin barely understood the concept.

    The child became excited, smiling and hopping about. “I’ll be back soon! You just wait!” Fetch turned and began running as fast as he could to the nearest town. 

[vilisumbra]

This damn kid. Dark said nothing, watching the hyperactive-seeming little demon’s antics as he agreed to the task and turned to embark upon it. It was a split second decision, but the shade was quick to set about looking for a place to stash his stolen stock. Behind a rock, in some bushes. Why would any passer-by look there?

And then he was gone from sight, naught but a shadow on the ground in his pursuit of his newest acquaintance. He had better things to do than simply sit around and wait--for instance, watching the kid to see if he could pull off the explosives heist.

Perhaps, also, to meddle, of course. The last thing he needed was some child tagging along on his roaming--or whatever it was the boy had in mind to do. Which also had him wondering, what was the kid’s grand plan? 

If he succeeded in his ‘assignment,’ maybe the shade would ask.