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“you can’t just casually mention you’ve technically died once” i can actually. it’s funny

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i do not identify as a boy or girl, i identify as a nuisance. an irritant. a fool and a problem

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The fact she hadn't taken his comment negatively made his mood rise slightly. He always heard people complain about being old or how some were too old and needed to get out of the way. It was refreshing to hear a more positive take on aging.

Although it did make him wonder for a moment just how old she was.

But his attention turned towards the presence he was speaking of. Soon he was pointing in a direction. "Over there." He said before he started to lead her. "It's over there!"

Although it only took a few moments for him to pause in their walking before he turned his head. "It... switched?" Sheik swore it was in front of him a moment ago. Why was it coming from over there now?

The boy seemed to take her small scolding into consideration. That was good. He was at least open to listening. It was not something many Hylians would have considered. If his sister was anything like this small boy then the Royal Family and Hyrule were in good hands. Although, she rarely ever doubted the capabilities of a Zelda. They always rose to the task of saving the Kingdom. Although, given how the boy talkedd of this incarnation of Demise, perhaps war would be avoidable. For now at least. Hylia was unsure if a fragment of Demise could ever truly escape the curse that flowed through his veins.

His comment left her frowning. Something like her? Something old? There were many such creatures roaming the forest. Some friendlier than others. What could possibly be watching them? Could this boy sense it? However before she could probe further he seems to sheepishly retract his statement about her being old.

It elicited a small laugh from her. Children were such precious creatures.

"No, I am very old, child. Those who are insecure by it do not realize what a gift it is to grow old. It means you've made many memories and lived a full life, but some are a little too preoccupied by developing grey hairs." She laughed warmly.

However he continues on to mutter something cryptic. Waiting for something bad to happen like his sister... Hm. She closed her eyes briefly to see if she too could sense the strange presence. It was hard to make out given her weakened state and the different types of magic fluttering about. She would have to rely on the child if she wanted more answers. "Can you sense which direction the presence is waiting?"

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Personality Traits

Full Name: DWN 000 Copy Robot

Nickname: Copy, copybot, mimic,

Title: The Copybot

» bold: applicable » italics: conditional » strikethrough: denial

⪩ open up my heart ⪨

╳   FLAWS.

moody | short-tempered | emotionally unstable | whiny | controlling| conceited| possessive| paranoid | liar | impatient | cowardly | bitter| selfish | power-hungry | greedy | lazy | judgmental | forgetful | impulsive | spiteful | stubborn | sadistic| petty | unlucky | absent-minded | abusive | addict | aggressive| childish | callous | clingy | delusional | cocky| competitive | corrupt | cynical| cruel | depressed | deranged | egotistical | envious | insecure| insensitive | lustful | delinquent | guilt complex | reclusive | reckless| nervous | oversensitive

♔   STRENGTHS.

honest| trustworthy| thoughtful | caring | brave| patient | selfless| ambitious | tolerant | lucky | intelligent | confident | focused | humble | generous | merciful | observant | wise | clever | charming| cheerful | optimistic | decisive| adaptive | calm | protective | proud | diligent| considerate | compassionate | good sportsmanship | friendly | empathetic | passionate | reliable | resourceful | sensible | sincere| witty| funny

🎀 SKILLS & HOBBIES.

art| acting | astronomy | animals | archery | sports | beach combing | belly dancing | bird watching | blacksmithing| boating | calligraphy | camping| candle making | casino gambling | ceramics | racing | chess | music | cooking| crochet | weaving | exercise| swordplay| sparring in general | fishing | gardening | ghost hunting | ice skating | magic| engineering | building| inventing | leather-working | martial arts | meditation | origami | parkour| people watching | swimming| puppetry | pyrotechnics| quilting | reading | collecting| shopping | socializing | storytelling | writing| traveling | exotic dancing | singing

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Shadow couldn't help but give a look of annoyance over his shoulder at Aether's comment. Although it soon turned for annoyance to anger. "Is that really a question you should ask so carelessly?"

Knuckles couldn't help a sigh as he pulled from Shadow's grip enough to pull on his arm, mostly to pull his attention away from the two behind them. He didn't need them to get into a fight. "It's fine, Shadow. Everyone asks." And the hedgehog already knew this.

Didn't mean he liked the question being asked though. The anger was so quick to move onto anxiety. "But-"

"It's okay." The echidna's walking stopped for a moment, just so he could turn towards their guests. "We had an incident on the island." He started to explain, feeling Shadow shuffle uneasily beside him. "Got caught up in an energy surge and it hit my eyes. Doesn't look pretty so I hide it behind the cloth."

One had came up to push the cloth up just enough for a peek at the damage, looking as if he had been badly burned. Shadow's head had turned away, his ears flat against his head at the whole affair. He hated the topic greatly, mostly because he could feel the guilt crawling up from his gut-

Knuckles soon let the cloth fall. "It's fine though. Another warrior scar. It doesn't stop me from doing my job." There was soon a grin as he gave Shadow a rough pat on the arm. "And I have a seeing eye hedgehog to help out. Even if he does make me want to scream to the ancestors once in awhile."

Even though it couldn’t be seen, there was a dirty look fixed the echidna’s way at the quip. He didn’t say anything but Aether at least wanted some credit of not being completely like his alternates. The hero wasn’t nearly as reckless as he used to be.

But he left it go, not willing to start something when he was still recovering from the post energy exhaustion. The other shadow wouldn’t be as lucky as lengthy ears flicked at his comment.

“My ears aren’t just for show, ya know.” Emerald eyes stared at the back of the other Shadow’s head until Phanes gave him a very light nudge. They really didn’t need a fight right now, even one that would hopefully just remain verbal.

“It’s fine, Guardian. Aether and I are in no hurry.” The fresh air and movement would help both of them in the long run. Aether would have time to work the tension from his muscles and Phanes could allow the energy he took to filter out safely into the air.

The pair were more than willing to follow the others in silence. Whether it was comfortable or not was up in the air but they weren’t really sure how to break it. Save for a question that was nagging at Aether more than anything. “So… What happened to your eyes?”

“Aether…”

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Kurai gave a tilt of his head, his forehead wrinkled in thought. He wasn't quite sure he believed her about Metal caring for him. The robot didn't seem to take any interest in the hedgehog unless it was to do jobs for him. Not to mention the lack of food...

His ears perked up when she spoke again. He couldn't help but stare for a moment before a small smile appeared. Maybe it wouldn't hurt to come back by himself sometime. Metal didn't need to know about this place and Kurai would at least have a place to eat food once in awhile.

"Um... I'd like to come back." A small slice of peace away from the rest of his life. "...Do... you have a name?" It was something he realized he didn't exactly know. Then he realized he never shared his name. "I'm Kurai! That's what I call myself."

Didn't eat... ok, so this friend didn't utilize food for energy. Not unheard of, by any means. there were plenty of alternative means of energy. And the final remark, Toriel nods sagely. "of course. if he cares, he'd be concerned regarding what i understand to not be the safest of behaviors up here on the surface. I have been reminded most are not as casual about company as we monsters are, so him being upset at perceived carelessness makes sense. It shows he cares."

There's a drum of her claws on the table, before Toriel adds, "Still. my offer stands. even if not for pie directly, if you just need a roof, or anything like that. I liek my door to be open to visitors, or those who could use an extra hand... or well, paw, in my case!" a slight snicker at that one.

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MY FAVOURITE trope is the 

“leave all your weapons” *takes out far more weapons than expected (or logically able to carry)*

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He was probably right, in that everyone in the castle was always dreadfully busy. The fact he was alone, however, bothered her. There were only a few people that came to visit that were allowed to wander without an escort, and he was definitely not one of them. Especially since he was a new face. If she wasn't stuck with him at this moment, she would've ran off to investigate which guard was the idiot to let him through without one.

Just like she wished she could investigate who he was further. Zelda couldn't think of any way of how he could be wrong. She had to admit she didn't know about the lesser clans within the desert. Most of her time had been concentrating on the main one that held their new prince... who was the only one they were told to be male. It was still too odd that this one was here as well.

It had been a very big deal once the Ganondorf she knew was revealed to the world, recalling the myth of how rare male Gerudo were. Was this Gaineo so far distant from everything that it wasn't known until now?

Her hand gave a twitch in irritation. So badly she wanted to run to her library and her mentors to figure out the answers.

The princess' eyes followed him as he glanced behind, although there wouldn't be anything there. Not anymore. Zelda was sure he wouldn't know that the sheikah were there. Even she didn't clearly see who it was specifically before they moved out of view. The fact she saw them at all was only for her benefit anyway. She wasn't alone.

Never alone in the castle.

"Ah, I see. That is a very dire reason to see my father." She said, mostly to gather his attention again before giving her own curtsy towards him. "I'm Princess Zelda Caelia Hyrule. Allow me to guide you." She gestured in the direction behind him.

"And again, I am sorry for the lack of a proper escort. I supposed everyone is still recovering from the last Gerudo visitors we had."

The apprehension was practically tangible on the Princess, and any effort Ganondorf was putting in to be less conspicuous was clearly not working. He should have predicted this as well, but his personal reprimand at not properly preparing himself for this sort of adversity would have to find another time. In the moment, he would have to simply roll with what he was given, and if that meant he had to draw into charming yet another Zelda, he would do just that to make sure things went his way.

"How terrible that I should not be offered such." he agreed in regards to his lack of escort. "But I do not wish to trouble anyone for it, I can only assume your ushers are busy with other tasks."

Oh yes, he was certain they were busy indeed. Busy in not knowing he existed, for one. Her request for his name did make him think a little, and the smile began to fade for just a second.

He could use his name if he were confident enough his was his only existence in this universe. But not knowing the full scope of the world he had been shifted into caused a bit of a snag there. He should play it safe. Best safer than sorry, keep the façade up until he was absolutely certain without even a shadow of a doubt that he was the only instance of himself here.

He bent at his waist then, a sweep of his left hand as though to present himself to her with a hand to his chest for sincerity. A show of small respect, though he could hear the internal admonish in the back of his mind at such a move in that flat tropical accent he simply despised so much.

No pride in prostration.

Oh, but he wasn't a King here. No, he was someone else entirely, someone who should be prostrating before royalty.

"I do apologize, where are my manners."

The laugh that left him was low. Rattled more as a jovial afterthought against his teeth, a faux spark in his golden eyes in his sweeping bow.

"I am Gaineo Draynken, a small chieftain of a Gerudo clan in the far west deserts." Very far west, to a point he knew would not raise any suspicions if it were questioned further, and with an alias close enough to his own name that he would still respond to it on reflex.

Most of the activity of Gerudo should be centered around the fortress nearer the boundary between Hyrule Field and the desert scrublands. Although he knew he shouldn't assume anything, Ganondorf felt fairly confident in this much. It should still fit enough into place that any story he could come up with for himself wouldn't upset anything established here.

"I was on my way to appeal to the King of Hyrule for aide for my clan. The western deserts are quite inhospitable, and we require the acquisition of land for farming, if he will see our plea worthy enough."

It was a lie now, but it didn't used to be. The thought of bringing it up again put a sour taste in the back of his throat, and he could feel the metaphoric bile burn almost as smoothly as he was able to utter the excuse. That had been the reason he had propositioned the King in his own universe. The thought he had to draw on it and the disgusting sting of rejection again made his hand upon his chest clench to avoid the snarl that threatened to carve its way into his face.

His eyes remained level with the Princess' own gaze. Mostly to play the act of a simple lost noble in the halls showing that coveted respect to those above him, and also so he may be able to read her face. The Zelda he knew wore her emotions on her face plain as day, and while he was aware she may be different here, he did glean one thing from such observations.

The tick of her eye was noticed.

Such an act caused him to instinctively turn his head, rising again to stand and glance over his shoulder to scan the halls behind him. Something had to be there, now he simply had to devise what it was and how to deal with it.

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This man... was so strange.

The more they interact the more Ganondorf wasn't sure what to think of this Hylian. On one hand his instinct about being careful had been correct. There was at least some part of this stranger that had considered eliminating him and that was not something that could sit kindly on the mind.

Yet there had been a part of the Hylian that showed no ill will. Which was frustrating the Gerudo on trying to get a read on him. At least if Ganondorf knew he was an enemy or not it would be easier to act accordingly.

But this is what life is like. Always unsure on what path to take or what action to go with. Unsure what in the world others were talking about.

Why do older adults always talk about things without explaining them? Cycle? Not his princess? He could tear his hair out.

"I do not need a Hylian to tell me this." He probably sounded as frustrated as he felt, despite trying not to let it through. "Do not think so little of me just because I am young. I..." Ah, the anxiety. He wanted to be a good leader, but could he?

"...I should return home." It had been awhile and he was sure eventually one of his sisters would come to find him. They knew he would practice until his body broke. Today, however, he was not feeling so secure in continuing his practice. Next time he'd bring his damn swords.

"She's never been my princess." And there was an empty, tired, hollowness in those words that made it clear that if nothing else, this was true.

Every Zelda was a piece of her, with the first being her. The mortal life that she had taken in order to be able to wield the power that would be able to finally put an end to Demise. There was no greater sacrifice that any deity could do and she had done it and

And Link didn't hold it against her. He didn't hold it against her descendants, either. But Goddess, he would be lying if there weren't times that he didn't feel... exhausted by all of it. Tired, to his very core.

She wasn't the only sliver of divinity that Link had seen. There had been her, but also Demise, and the curse he had placed upon three people: The Hero, the mortal Goddess, and Groose of all people.

I'm tired. It all felt like too much in that moment. All Link could do was shake his head in response to the thinly veiled threats from the Gerudo Prince.

"If I wanted ya dead by now, ya would be. If I thought you were a threat... but I don't think ya are. Maybe you really can be the change in the cycle."

Blue eyes shifted to look over at the now-angry young man. "I hope ya mean that. That you'll do whatever it takes for your people. Always keep them in mind, an' listen to 'em. They'll keep ya set straight."

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When there wasn't any negative consequence to Molteza's behavior, Armaani's attention went towards the ground they were now set on protecting. They were sure any person could fight off danger if they were forced to. They had seen countless of people fight for their lives when Ganondorf's armies were at full force.

And perhaps they weren't at full power now, but they were around. Armaani could still remember how hard it was to fight back, and how many of their companions had been loss. They wouldn't want that sort of hurt on anyone, even these strangers. There was still danger around even as Hyrule recovered.

Perhaps the King sent them as a political move, but Armaani still wouldn't wish ill on them. Especially as the sound of song started up in the air. Their ears twitching and only glancing a moment back.

Molteza couldn't help a small smile at the Empress' words. Nothing serious for him to heal. That was a good thing. I meant that so far their journey inland had been an easy one. Not that his and Armaani's journey had been the roughest getting to this convoy, but certainly had bumps.

He too turned when he heard singing, his smile growing bigger. It reminded him oddly enough of his home. People sung for all kinds of reasons, but they wouldn't be singing so much if they were scared and fighting for their lives. Wasn't long until Armaani's ear twitched again, this time to their companion's humming as he caught on to the tune of the song.

"You're very relaxed for being on a mission by the king..." Armaani whispered.

"Perhaps I just trust the company I hold." Molteza said without hesitation. Too bad he couldn't tell if that answer annoyed the knight or not, considering the Hylian's face was still completely covered. "...It will be fine."

The fact the knight was still tense told the healer they didn't quite agree. The feeling of anxiety settling in their stomach.

It wasn't that she believed whole-heartedly that the countryside was hostile that made Fariah to decide to give Bucephalus full range of his mouth. Or rather, not the hostility that was relayed in the open by the knight.

Perhaps it was true, there might be things running about the open Field that were unknown and mildly aggressive. Initially, nothing that should worry the delegation party and their guard, as the career soldiers flanking the caravan itself were well-trained and disciplined, hand-picked by the Captain of the Imperial Guard himself to make sure the civilians travelling would be perfectly safe. But it was less an element that Hyrule itself would deem as aggressive she worried most about.

The offer of escort did tick her little political paranoias just slightly. Her first thoughts, of course, went not to the friendliness of such a gesture but to the animosity it may bring. Spies, perhaps. Scouts, navigators. Tactics she would use if she were planning something. An ambush, perhaps. The peace between Sidhe and Hyrule was a tense one, she would not be at all surprised to see their return to the mainland punctuated with military malice. And a hungry untethered Dragon would make any force think twice when those needle teeth were pointed at them.

Trade flowed as an afterthought, the talks were designated as harsh and short-tempered a lot of the time when it came down to what Sidhe actually wanted. For all of the records that stated the Hylian Royal Court did not want foreign military installations so close to them, they were certainly ready and open to allow something a little more insidious next to them in the guise of alliance. The merchants that still wove their way in and out of Hylian borders were more or less a spy network of their own making, an instrumental element to their Imperial and her court to know what exactly was happening on the mainland. Her hands were not so clean either, but at least she could admit to that.

Good politicians are rarely good people, my pup. You are not above even the most nefarious of tactics if it keeps our own safe.

Neither was Papa, she learned. He loved his family and his people, as any good Imperial should. But like all before him and all who would follow in his footsteps, the Imperial lineage was stained in the blood and tears of countless others to make sure that peace was maintained. She upheld such rules on her own, trading her morality to make sure the innocent stayed innocent. To make sure that love was the only ambient emotion that rippled the hivemind at any given time.

"Good." The word was short leaving her mouth at the knight's acceptance of their given role. "These people are civilians. They can fight if they have to, but my job is to make sure they do not have to. And that is now your job as well. Now."

Bucephalus made two lazy snapping motions in the direction of their guests, but with little other incentive, the stallion resumed his idling until the others had moved out of his line of sight. At seeing all in their positions, Fariah nodded slightly before continuing.

"We move on."

Markesh nodded in his own acceptance, raising a hand as the head-party began moving forward again to tell the rest they were continuing on. The noise that accompanied was noticeable from the barely-heard creaking of wood and axles in the breeze and the whispers of confused patrons. A loud crackling sound and shouts along the line that they were beginning again, the creaking of metal axles in their starting and the snorting stomp of draft horses pulling along their burdens.

Molteza speaking up once the momentum was picking back up caused an ear on both the Imperial and her Regent to tick, pointing back toward him. His offer was surprising, though not for the reasons Armaani feared.

Sidhe Imperials were rarely taught they were better than a common man, if ever. It helped solidify where and what made the Empire tick to know the levels and castes of those below, and it wasn't uncommon for the common citizenry to have those of the Inner Court and the Imperial themselves jumping in to offer a hand on their level. A bond between the ranks, people spoke candidly toward the Empress quite often.

All it proved in that moment was that the man was not a part of the political court. A small wave of relief at knowing this settled a small bit of the worry that they both were spies for something else. A small smirk of a smile found its way across her face at it, a wan little amusement to entertain.

"I believe the only injuries we have sustained thus far is an accident with the kitchens two mornings prior. Nothing grievous, nothing that cannot be mended without a lesson in proper oven safety." she assured the healer.

Hopefully, it would ease his mind a little more to know they were alright. Somewhere in the middle of the caravan, the singing was starting up again. Another small point of comfort, a taste of home for now.

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This is going to be really random but STOP MAKING GANONDORF FUCKING GREEN-

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Multimuse blogs, reblog this for your followers to send in an ask telling you who their favorite muse of yours is and why!

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"Oh man I'm not great at writing fight scenes-"

>continues to rp people who would fight god and fighting robots

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Robots, Mechanic, Steel, Cold based Ace and Aro moodboard~ ^^ For @theknightandhersteed :) Hope you like the look!!

Want one? Send an ask! -mod Jay

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Serendipity - the occurrence and development of events by chance in a happy or beneficial way.

A multimuse featuring muses from persona, legend of zelda, Rf / Harvest Moon, and more!

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There was a small roll of his eyes when Blues mentioned not being asked to go after his brother. It was a given. Blues made it so obvious earlier how he loved the precious Lights. Thinking of it just irritated Top again, but whatever. For now he put his phone away and moved on. He couldn't imagine actually needing Blues for anything....

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Well, crap. This was stupid. Even now the bot was staring down his phone in annoyance. He never planned on calling on Blues for the favor, but definitely not for something as ridiculous as this.

Top already texted Blues, asking to meet up in public. The orange bot had picked a local park, and picked a time of day he knew would leave it fairly empty. No one needed to see he was lurking around and call the police.... or the Mega Brat.

Right now he could only read the texted conversation over again, his foot tapping as he glanced around for the prototype.

"I don't exactly have an address that you'd be able to use for mail." Light Labs, Blues supposed, but he didn't really want to have correspondence intended for him sent to where his brother lived. At best, Rock would become curious, and at worse Light would going through it to see what Blues was going on.

"I'll risk it. Just don't save my number under my name and keep your texts vague." Even if Top's phone had been secure, Blues still would have wanted to keep their messages as vague as possible. The less they put in text that could end up traced back to them, the better.

His number was offered - and was met with Top asking him if he just wanted to snake out of it. Ignoring the bad joke that was coming to mind, Blues just shook his head. "A deal's a deal. You stuck your neck out for me. Just as long as you don't expect me to go against my brother, I'll help you out."

With that said, Blues waved before heading out. Once he was far enough away from the fortress he could teleport out, no longer inhibited by the barrier Wily had in place. His destination would be Russia, where a short trip would take him to a young girl who would be very excited to be reunited with her teddy bear.

Just... after it was washed.