awashlogs | Badly Injured Man Not Done Partying Yet

[ zelda is a creature of habit and routine, and her nightly rituals are no different. before she goes to sleep, she kneels down before the window and makes her prayers to hylia. praying in an open space would be preferable, but with the weather getting colder it makes more sense to just face a closed window where she can see the outside.

she clasps her hands and tilts her head down, eyes closed as she whispers hylian chants so that her roommates are not disturbed. the night feels gloomier with the sky having mysteriously lost its color and she's wearing a dark purple sweater to sleep, but apart from that the night is still. ]

[ it's early daytime and the weather is turning cold, but that isn't enough to deter zelda. especially not when she has someone accompanying her to do her usual upkeep of the church. and as they walk together toward the building, she's not shy to strike up conversation. ]

I appreciate your willingness to help with the church. Do you have a particular connection to religion to inspire this?

[ sierra is good at being quiet, when she needs to be. she’s been quiet for the past several days, in fact, trying to sort out her feelings toward all the trouble she got into with the harvest festival. never again will she eat anything without having someone else try it for her.

regardless of all that, however, it’s finally time for her to get back on her feet—or on her wings, as it were, and seek her revenge. it doesn’t really occur to her to complete a quest at this juncture, but it’s going to come at some point or another.

zelda’s prayers are, of course, interrupted, by a distinct thud against her window and then an urgent flapping. let! her! in! ]

[ a quest about showing your appreciation? this will be easy...

...is what zelda thought at first. it isn't that the quest is hard, but she's started to come down with illness not too long after she began working on her gifts. she wants to honor valvatorez's love of sardines by sewing a small sardine plush toy. it isn't especially great looking because of the lacking color, but she works hard of the details despite having to power through her sickness all the while.

and when she finally finishes and knocks on his door to deliver, she has a scarf bundled up over half her face, eyes puffy and head feverish. she hasn't gotten sick in... well, a century, so getting outside takes a lot out of her. ]

[He was going to make a meal, but he can barely make it out of bed. The food is all ready to be cooked but confusingly he has... gotten sick? He's never been sick before in his life. This is a tragedy. Is he dying?

This is not what dying should feel like. His head feels like it's full of tissues and he barely makes his way to the door.]

Zelda? [He sounds congested.]

[ what was-- ]

AAAH!

[ and zelda, prim and proper, scrambles from her spot and crawls back crab style on the hard wood to get away from the window. but once she's far away enough she sees how the bat looks with the help of her lit candle on the nightstand before the window. ]

S... Sierra?

[Quests... are silly. That's Mogget's Hot Take™, anyway, yet after scanning through this month's offerings, he finds himself intrigued by the idea of stealing someone's color. It's not an alien concept to him; it's not even something he'd typically bother with, truth be told, but in this strange place, with these strange people...

...Well. A cat can't help but to be curious, which is why, after a good deal of thought, he trots right over to Zelda's house. Her new house. Did she tell him about this? Definitely not, but here he is, knocking on her front door before sitting down to patiently wait for someone to open it. At least he isn't, like, leaping through an open window?]

Valva -- [ COUGH HACK-- ] --torez.

[ ugh. he doesn't sound much better either. she smiles, and it's weak despite being genuine. ]

Can I - come in? And have some water?

[ the door opens a crack a few seconds after, as she pokes her head out to check who it is. she doesn't see anyone and thinks to pull back, but as she does her eyes dart down and-- ]

Mogget? [ hm, what is this deja vu feeling? she pokes her head out and opens the door full, wearing a dark purple sweater over her usual dress. ] Is there something you need? If it's the fish, I was planning to leave it on your doorstep tomorrow morning.

[ there isn't much to fish right now with the weather getting colder, but still she tries. ]

[His nose twitches ever so slightly at the mention of FISH, but he makes sure to remain nice and composed. He's on a mission here, after all.]

It is not about the fish, although I thank you in advance for such a welcome gift. I am here about something else entirely. [He stands, blinking up at her as innocently as he possibly can.] A quest, actually. Perhaps we may discuss the... finer details inside?

[He's being so polite? Watch out, Zeldy...]

Oh, certainly.

[ is it the cuddling quest? ...no, definitely not. but she'll step out of the way and let him inside her beautiful new green home, walking to the living room area to sit. she has a book out and a cup of tea, a nice quiet day that is good and not bad. ]

[He follows her into the comfy space, taking a second to look around at everything before hopping onto the nearest chair. The truth... is that he's already been in here, thanks to his recent breaking-and-entering adventure into Jion's room, but he decides not to mention that as he settles down and crosses his paws in front of him.]

Quite a change for you, isn't it? Welcome to my part of town. [His.] I must admit that I'm surprised you let me in at all.

Are you?

[ it's her turn to be surprised now! but, then again, she gets what he means. he hasn't been, uh, nice to her? the one time he was relatively nice he was clearly under the influence of that festival food and she thinks mentioning that won't end well for her. ]

Well, you've clearly come here with purpose in mind. So go ahead and tell me.

[He be like that, and he realizes he be like that, but he merely inclines his head as he curls his tail around him. There's no reason to, like, apologize.]

So very matter-of-fact! An admirable quality, to be sure, but I am interested in another quality of yours: your ancestry. The spark of... divinity that resides within you. [He leans forward the slightest bit.] Is it enough to prevent one from, say, leeching your color?

[ oh... ]

I knew you weren't here to cuddle. [ a sigh, but more soft to match her tone. ] No it isn't. I've lost patches of color before due to other activities I took part in. Color loss applies to me as much as anyone.

[ she went down a well with okuyasu for a night, but she won't say that part. ]

[He looks kind of like he's on his last legs. But he steps away from the door and lets her in.]

There's some- [he sneezes] -in the kitchen.

[The kitchen with a multitude of fresh vegetables and several gallons of water because he was going to start a stew.]

Is this what humans call a cold? It's miserable...

[You know, he really can't help but to snort. He's never eating a caramel apple again! He won't even touch a god damn fish if it's magically dropped right in front of him.]

Had that been my intention, you would have assuredly barred the doors and the windows.

[That aside, though, the rest of what she said is so incredibly interesting! And... alarming, because that means that his suspicions are correct: he is also vulnerable to such things. HMM. He pauses for a moment, tilting his head as he thinks.]

But was an individual responsible for this temporary loss, or was it something... more difficult to trace?

It is.

[ both a cold and miserable. she lets herself in, gift in her little tote, and walks toward the kitchen. the vegetables look delicious and there's a lot of water. the beginnings of a stew? ]

This is the season for it. [ she sniffs. ] I just didn't think it'd hit so quick! Are you ok?

The latter. [ she picks up her tea cup and gives the warm tea a sip, setting it back onto its plate with a frown to him. ] There's no need to beat around the bush Mogget. It's rather obvious which quest you're referring to now.

[ It's getting colder, but that hasn't dimmed Ari's desire to be helpful around town. When she asks him about religion, he glances up from watching his footing to look at her properly. ]

> "Well... not really?"

[ That doesn't sound like a very good answer, huh? He tries again. ]

> "We have a church back in Tenel. That's the village I'm from."

I've never suffered from a sickness in my life. [He was so sure he was immune. And now look at him.

He fishes out a mug and fills it with water before handing it off to Zelda.]

[ It's not hard to figure out where Zelda might be. That girl's pretty much married to the church and as much as Maya isn't one to just amble inside and ask some kind of god for guidance and wisdom and serenity-- she's on a mission today.

And that mission is to shove open the doors and call out. ]

Zeldaaaaaaa, are you in?

[ Hopefully no one is actually praying. ]

[He blinks back at her, eyes narrowing the slightest bit. Damn, girl.]

I was never trying to hide it; in fact, I believed it to be obvious the moment I spoke of your ancestry. I merely wished for you to understand why I came to ask for your assistance. [A SNIFF.] And why it would be in your interest to accept. One must know one's limits in a place such as this, especially when they are... gifted.

[With the way he says that, though, it's obvious that he means cursed.]

I'm truly humbled.

[ dead flat. she folds her hands together in a clasp, considering his obvious request. she could say no and what would he do? though he's clearly a great being of some nature, he's also just a cat. and if he wanted to just take her color for his own little schemes, he would just do it wouldn't he? so... ]

Mogget, I'm not opposed to completing any quest I feel... morally capable of participating in. If I felt a quest was wrong to complete, I would not take part in it and leave it to others to accomplish. And taking a person's color is dangerous. A friend of mine lost all of his for a short period of time and it sucked away all his emotions with it.

...All of that said, I will accept your request if you would be willing to entertain a condition of mine.

[Mogget gives her a look at that's just as flat as her tone, but he wisely decides to keep his mouth shut. He knows it's a dangerous quest! Truth be told, that's why he chose her in the first place: he assumed that, given her supposedly divine ancestry, some part of her would protect her color—her essence—from disappearing completely. But rather than, you know, explain this like a reasonable being, or explain that he's done this once before and everything turned out FINE, he heaves a sigh of his own.]

Very well, girl. Name your price, and I will tell you if it is too high. [A beat, and then, because he just CAN'T control that tongue of his:] If it is another lecture, however, do save your breath.

Badly Injured Man Not Done Partying Yet

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gimme ur color, gurl

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